Okay Andrew, Addenza. (:
This is for you guys for the support!
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D.Gray-Man. And I hope it continues soon.
Chapter 5: Enigma
“What the hell is going on?!”
Voices…
“I… I really don’t know...”
Her voice…
“Calm down, Yuu! We can’t expect her to know what just happened!”
Another voice…
Then, an irritated growl.
“Well, maybe this stupid bean sprout knows what’s going on. Let’s wake him up.”
“Ah, Yuu-!”
“Kanda, don’t! He needs to rest!”
Allen chose that moment to speak.
“What are you arguing about?” he croaked, his voice hoarse from not having spoken for a long while.
“Allen-kun! Are you alright!?”
“Fine.”
He opened his grey eyes to receive the bright glare of the ceiling light.
“Wha-”
He caught sight of a familiar face-besides Lenalee.
The face from the figure in the shadows that he had fought.
His eyes widened.
There was a potential enemy amongst them.
It didn’t look like neither Lenalee nor the red-head seemed to realize this.
Allen jumped out of the bed, startling Lenalee.
Blood began to seep through his bandages; the wound on his shoulder had re-opened.
“You!”
The man raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he were crazy.
“What?”
“You’re the guy I was fighting in the shadows!”
He waved an accusing finger at his former opponent.
“Lenalee this guy is dangerous! He attacked me when we were back at the tunnel-”
The world suddenly began to swirl around him suddenly.
Everything was spinning.
“Wh-”
And he blacked out again.
-
Allen sat up for the second time that day.
Blinking to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness of the room, the snow-haired boy attempted to sit up.
“Ah, Allen-kun, don’t! You shouldn’t be moving!”
Lenalee had been seated in a chair beside the bed.
He cast her a stubborn look.
“Heck. I’m fine. Now where’s that bastard-”
He pulled the covers off and attempted to get off the bed in one quick motion.
A screaming pain ran up his left side and he fell froze with a gasp.
He gritted his teeth in an attempt to not scream.
Ignoring the I-told-you-so stares Lenalee sent him, he asked, “Where is he?”
“You mean Kanda?”
“Is that his name? He attacked me. Do you know him?”
“Yes, I do. And he didn’t attack you. We were looking for you and he got to you first. I think it was you who took it the wrong way.”
Lenalee watched as Allen scratched his bandaged head irritably.
“A-Ah! No offence though, Allen-kun.”
“I’m not worried about that…” the boy muttered.
“More like, where am I?”
He cast his gaze around the room, taking in his surroundings.
“You’re at a private hospital.”
Allen looked up at the red-head whom had just spoken.
“I’m Lavi. Nice to meet ya.”
He offered the white-haired boy a hand.
He gladly shook hands with his newfound friend and smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
Then the door opened.
The one who’d assaulted Allen in the tunnel- from his point of view- stepped into the room and took one look at him before letting out a disgusted sigh.
“The bean sprout is awake, eh?”
“Uh… Yeah… I’m sorry about earlier. I think maybe I over-reacted. So, I apologize.”
“Che. Whatever.”
Allen chanced a glance at the raven-haired teen in the corner with a raised eyebrow.
“Ah, that’s Kanda Yuu. He doesn’t like people much,” Lavi explained.
There was a visible vein threatening to pop on Kanda’s head.
“How many times do you need me to say it for you to get it in that thick skull of yours?!”
There was suddenly a very sharp tip of something pointed threateningly at the Adam’s apple of the red-head.
“Stop it you two.”
Lenalee spoke this time.
She smacked both of the bickering teenagers with a clip board.
It seemed to have come from the side panel of Allen’s bed.
Kanda went to some secluded corner by himself as Lavi came to stand next to the bed once again.
Allen was unaffected by the development of the conversation between the three.
“How long was I out?”
Lenalee locked her fingers together.
“A-A couple of days…”
The boy groaned.
‘Now how am I going to repay master’s debts? I missed so many days of my job at the coffee house!”
Noticing her friend’s frustration, Lenalee decided to change the subject.
“A-Are you hungry, Allen-kun?”
The boy ran a hand through his hair.
“Not really.”
Truth be told, he was.
And his stomach decided to contradict his words entirely.
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“Ah, crap…”
“You are hungry! Allen-kun, if you tell us you’re not hungry when you are, you won’t get better quickly!”
“Yeah, moyashi. You’re still growing aren’t you? You need to eat so you can get taller!”
“Lavi!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
Lenalee shook her head.
“Nevermind.”
She turned back to Allen.
“I’ll go tell the doctors that you’re awake, and maybe get some food for you. Lavi, Kanda, watch him and make sure he doesn’t move too much.”
Smiling, Lavi waved the ebony-haired girl off.
He turned to face Allen.
And suddenly, his playful demeanour became serious.
“What were those things we were fighting in the tunnel?”
Allen gulped nervously at the intensity of the red-head’s stare.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Lena-chan said you told her it was something called an akuma, correct?”
The white-haired boy was confused.
He’d said that?
His eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
“I don’t know. I only remember up to the point where…”
Suddenly dizzy, memories of the time in the tunnel flashed in his head.
Him shoving the door open…
The train conductor transforming into this strange ugly monster…
Lenalee coming from behind…
Her voice…
Then, another monster…
One red eye, one grey eye…
A world of black and white…
The sudden taste of iron on his tongue…
A sticky red liquid on his face…
Lenalee’s gasp…
Blood on her face…
He was the monster…
Allen gripped his head as the memories continued to haunt him from the inside, throwing him into a fierce series of convulsions.
“Oi, Allen, Allen! Get a hold of yourself!”
There was shock evident in his friend’s voice, etched in along with it worry.
But he could not hear anything.
“Hey! Yuu, go get the doctor!”
The samurai left without a word.
Allen’s spasms continued as he thrashed about in the bed, the memories irking him.
Lavi caught sight of the red liquid streaming down the younger teen’s left cheek and was suddenly alarmed.
“Allen, Allen!”
He shook the fifteen-year-old’s shoulders forcefully.
But Allen continued to tremble in paroxysm.
“Hey, Allen, Allen!”
The red-head continued to shake the boy’s shoulders.
There was a clang of porcelain on the tiled floor from behind them.
-
He was talking to it.
“Save me! Save me, please!”
They were pleading.
What is this…?
They were screaming. Their bloodied faces, charred with hatred.
They were so pitiful…
“Thank you… for freeing us…”
-
“Allen-kun, shush, Allen-kun.”
A soft voice…
He opened his eyes.
The terrifying visions were gone.
And in place of the cold chill that had taunted him, there was warmth.
“L-Lenalee…?”
Immediately the warmth drew back and Allen regretted calling her name.
It was cold again.
“Allen-kun! Are you alright?!”
Lenalee was seated in front of him on his bed.
“Yeah, Moyashi. Gave us quite the scare ya know.”
“Lavi!”
“What?”
Lenalee sighed.
“I-I’m fine. Just…”
He was dizzy again.
The memories were calling him back into the darker corners of his mind.
He rubbed his head painfully.
“What happened?”
“You had a form of seizure. Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Just a bit dizzy.”
‘And cold…’
“And Lenalee had to hug you just for you to stop shaking! Wow! The charm of women.”
Lenalee’s cheeks reddened.
“LAVI!”
“What?”
Allen was too out-of-it to grasp the situation.
Cheeks still flushed lightly, the ebony-haired girl poured Allen a glass of water.
“Here, have some water.”
The white-haired boy had no idea how his friend had just read his mind; his throat felt like sandpaper.
With shaking hands, he reached out for the glass of water that was being handed to him.
Upon contact, the cold forced him to draw his hands back. The glass slipped through his fingers and fell, shattering.
“Ah… I’m so sorry…”
His right hand came up to cover his eyes and he gritted his teeth.
‘This is so embarrassing. I’m so weak.’
“It’s alright Allen-kun.”
Lenalee moved off the bed to pick up the pieces of broken glass.
“H-Hello…?”
The small voice had come from the doorway.
Everyone looked up.
‘So familiar…’
“Shouko-chan?”
“T-This is Allen-nii-chan’s room right?”
The white-haired boy still had his hand over half of his face.
‘Crap.’
He bit down harder.
“Ah, yes it is.”
“I-I brought back his violin…”
He couldn’t see what was happening, but he sure as hell knew he didn’t want to be seen bedridden and weak in front of the little girl.
“Ah, Onii-chan. Are you alright?” she asked, crawling onto the bed.
He finally took his hand off his face.
With a smile, he replied, “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“I’m so happy Onii-chan is okay!” the little girl exclaimed. She beamed.
The smile he had plastered on was effectively masking his pain.
“How are you, Shouko-chan? Did you and your Mama get out safely?”
“Y-Yes! Mama got out safely with Shouko! Both of us are okay!”
Allen reached out and patted the girl’s head.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
The little girl was still beaming.
“It’s all thanks to Onii-chan and Lenalee-nee-chan!”
Her violet eyes were sparkling.
“Aw, Yuu, we were forgotten.”
The redhead feigned hurt.
Kanda simply put on an irritated expression.
“Stupid rabbit.”
This surprised Shouko and she ducked behind Allen’s shoulder.
Lenalee decided to address the little girl.
“Shouko-chan, these two Onii-chans helped us.”
“O-Oh…”
Face half hidden behind Allen’s left shoulder, she stuttered, “T-Thank you, onii-chans.”
Lavi laughed.
“Now, that’s more like it.”
“Lavi!”
“What?”
Shouko completely ignored the other conversation within the room and instead questioned Allen, a worried frown plaguing her expression.
“Allen-nii-chan, are you okay? You have a lot of bandages on you…”
He smiled in the most reassuring way possible, giving the girl a thumbs-up.
“Ah, I’m fine, don’t worry. They’re just little scratches.”
Shouko blinked.
“Ohh…That’s good. But it’d be better if Onii-chan was totally un-scratched or anything!”
With a pout, she leaned on his shoulder.
Allen was struck with a painful jolt and he could almost feel the vicious inner nature of his left arm pulse in malicious want for blood.
He gritted his teeth.
His breathing halted entirely and he stilled, unmoving.
Lenalee noticed this action and immediately relayed it to Lavi.
She turned to the brown-haired girl.
“Shouko-chan, I think it’s time to go now. Visiting hours are almost over and your mother will be worried,” she said.
An excuse.
Something bad was going to happen if she didn’t do something about Shouko on Allen’s shoulder fast.
“Oh.”
The little girl hopped off the bed.
She skipped to the doorway before turning around to face Allen again.
He smiled and unfroze himself a little, so as not to alarm the little girl.
She didn’t notice his rigidity and smiled sheepishly.
“Get well soon, Onii-chan. Then we can play together! I’ll come visit you every day until you’re better!”
She waved before disappearing around the doorway.
The smile left Allen’s face the instant Shouko disappeared from sight and the sound of his haggard breathing plagued the silence.
Lenalee gazed at him worriedly.
“Are you really okay, Allen-kun?”
“Yeah… Just… a bit… breathless…” he replied in between gasps.
-
Lenalee sighed.
Allen had fallen into a calm, peaceful asleep after his dinner, and everyone had left for the night.
Komui had reluctantly agreed to her decision; she would spend the night with Allen until he was discharged the next day.
A soft whisper in the silence jerked Lenalee out of her thoughts.
“Mana…”
Lenalee was confused.
Allen continued to whisper.
“He’s gone... All my fault…”
Allen was mumbling in his sleep about a… dead person?
This thought branched out infinitely in Lenalee’s mind as she wandered curiously on the topic of the boy’s past.
He was just fifteen. How could he have wound up here all by himself?
Lenalee knew well that Allen had a master who had taught him music.
-
I know it's not much more than the one I previously posted, but I'll try to get it done.
My exams are coming up next week, so you guys are lucky yeah? I'll see what I can do. xD
♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
§//.Melodramatic obstinate love haunts the ensanguined hearts of the broken.The torn melodist sings his final aria of dreams.\\§
CHAPTER FIVE PEOPLE! 8D THANKS FOR THE WONDERFUL COMMENTS GUYS! 8)The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D.Gray-Man. And I hope it continues soon.
Chapter 5: Enigma
“What the hell is going on?!”
Voices…
“I don’t know, really.”
Her voice…
“Calm down, Yuu! We can’t expect her to know what just happened!”
Another voice…
Then, an irritated growl.
“Well, maybe this stupid bean sprout knows what’s going on. Let’s wake him up.”
“Ah! Don’t! He needs to rest!”
Allen chose that moment to speak.
“What are you arguing about?” he croaked, his voice hoarse from not having spoken for a long while.
“Allen-kun! Are you alright!?”
“Fine.”
He opened his grey eyes to receive the bright glare of the ceiling light.
Blinking to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness of the room, the snow-haired boy attempted to sit up.
“Ah, Allen-kun, don’t! You shouldn’t be moving!”
“Heck. I’m fine.”
A screaming pain ran up his left side and he fell back on the bed.
He gritted his teeth in an attempt to not scream.
Ignoring the I-told-you-so stares Lenalee sent him, he asked “Where am I?”
“You’re at a private hospital.”
Allen looked up at the red-head whom had just spoken.
“I’m Lavi. Nice to meet ya.”
He offered the white-haired boy a hand.
He gladly shook hands with his newfound friend and smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Che.”
Allen chanced a glance at the raven-haired teen in the corner.
“Ah, that’s Kanda Yuu. He doesn’t like people much,” Lavi explained.
“How many times do you need me to say it for you to get it in that thick skull of yours?!”
There was a very sharp tip of something pointed threateningly at the Adam’s apple of the red-head.
“Stop it you two.”
Lenalee spoke this time.
She smacked both of the bickering teenagers with a clip board.
It seemed to have come from the side panel of Allen’s bed.
Kanda went to some secluded corner by himself as Lavi came to stand next to the bed once again.
“Are you hungry, Allen-kun?”
Lenalee had diverted her attention to him.
“Not really.”
Truth be told, he was.
And his stomach decided to contradict his words entirely.
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“Ah, crap…”
“You are hungry! Allen-kun, if you tell us you’re not hungry when you are, you won’t get better quickly!”
“Yeah, moyashi. You’re still growing aren’t you? You need to eat so you can get taller!”
“Lavi!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
Lenalee shook her head.
“Nevermind.”
She turned back to Allen.
“I’ll go tell the doctors that you’re awake, and maybe get some food for you. Lavi, Kanda, watch him and make sure he doesn’t move too much.”
Smiling, Lavi waved the ebony-haired girl off.
He turned to face Allen.
And suddenly, his playful demeanour became serious.
“What were those things we were fighting in the tunnel?”
Allen gulped nervously at the intensity of the red-head’s stare.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Lena-chan said you told her it was something called an akuma, correct?”
The white-haired boy was confused.
He’d said that?
His eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
“I don’t know. I only remember up to the point where…”
Suddenly dizzy, memories of the time in the tunnel flashed in his head.
Him shoving the door open…
The train conductor transforming into this strange ugly monster…
Lenalee coming from behind…
Her voice…
Then, another monster…
One red eye, one grey eye…
A world of black and white…
The sudden taste of iron on his tongue…
A sticky red liquid on his face…
Lenalee’s gasp…
Blood on her face…
He was the monster…
Allen gripped his head as the memories continued to haunt him from the inside, throwing him into a fierce series of convulsions.
“Oi, Allen, Allen! Get a hold of yourself!”
But he could not hear anything.
“Hey! Yuu, go get the doctor!”
The samurai left without a word.
Allen’s spasms continued as he thrashed about in the bed, the memories irking him.
Lavi caught sight of the red liquid streaming down the younger teen’s left cheek and was suddenly alarmed.
“Allen, Allen!”
He shook the fifteen-year-old’s shoulders forcefully.
But Allen continued to tremble in paroxysm.
“Hey, Allen, Allen!”
The red-head continued to shake the boy’s shoulders.
There was a clang of porcelain on the tiled floor from behind them.
-
He was talking to it.
“Save me! Save me, please!”
They were pleading.
What is this…?
They were screaming. Their bloodied faces, charred with hatred.
They were so pitiful…
“Thank you… for freeing us…”
-
“Allen-kun, shush, Allen-kun.”
A soft voice…
He opened his eyes.
The terrifying visions were gone.
And in place of the cold chill that had taunted him, there was warmth.
“L-Lenalee…?”
Immediately the warmth drew back and Allen regretted calling her name.
It was cold again.
“Allen-kun! Are you alright?!”
Lenalee was seated in front of him on his bed.
“Yeah, Moyashi. Gave us quite the scare ya know.”
“Lavi!”
“What?”
Lenalee sighed.
“I-I’m fine. Just…”
He was dizzy again.
The memories were calling him back into the darker corners of his mind.
He rubbed his head painfully.
“What happened?”
“You had a form of seizure. Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Just a bit dizzy.”
‘And cold…’
“Here, have some water.”
His shaking hands reached out for the glass of water that was being handed to him.
Upon contact, the cold forced him to draw his hand back. The glass slipped through his fingers and fell, shattering.
“Ah… I’m so sorry…”
His right hand came up to cover his eyes and he gritted his teeth.
“It’s alright Allen-kun.”
Lenalee moved off the bed to pick up the pieces of broken glass.
“H-Hello…?”
The small voice had come from the doorway.
Everyone looked up.
‘So familiar…’
“Shouko-chan?”
“T-This is Allen-nii-chan’s room right?”
The white-haired boy still had his hand over half of his face.
He bit down harder.
“Ah, yes it is.”
“I-I brought back his violin…”
He couldn’t see what was happening, but he sure as hell knew he didn’t want to be seen bedridden and weak in front of the little girl.
“Ah, Onii-chan. Are you alright?” she asked, crawling onto the bed.
He finally took his hand off his face.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
He smiled at her, masking his pain.
“How are you, Shouko-chan? Did you and your Mama get out safely?”
“Y-Yes! Mama got out safely with Shouko! Both of us are okay!”
Allen reached out and patted the girl’s head.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
The little girl was beaming.
“It’s all thanks to Onii-chan and Lenalee-nee-chan!”
Her violet eyes were sparkling.
“Aw, Yuu, we were forgotten.”
“Stupid rabbit.”
The little girl was shocked, ducking behind Allen.
Lenalee addressed the girl.
“Shouko-chan, these two Onii-chans helped us.”
“O-Oh…”
Still hiding behind Allen’s left shoulder, she stuttered, “T-Thank you, onii-chans.”
“Now, that’s more like it.”
“Lavi!”
“What?”
Shouko completely ignored the other conversation within the room and instead questioned Allen.
“Allen-nii-chan, are you okay? You have a lot of bandages on you…”
“Ah, I’m fine, don’t worry. They’re just scratches.”
“Ohh…”
She leaned on his shoulder.
Allen was struck with a painful jolt and he could almost feel the vicious inner nature of his left arm pulse in malicious want for blood.
♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
§//.Melodramatic obstinate love haunts the ensanguined hearts of the broken.The torn melodist sings his final aria of dreams.\\§
Chapter Four, Guys.
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: If I owned D.Gray-Man, Allen would have black hair, Lavi would wear his hair down all the time, and Yuu would play the violin. Characters are Hoshino’s.
Chapter 4: Haunting Darkness (Part 2)
Allen picked up his violin case.
“Lenalee, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need you to help me.”
He pointed outside with his free hand.
“We’re in a tunnel. And if we stay in this tunnel, another train will come and we’ll all die.”
There was a whimper from the corner.
Allen spun around to see who had made the terrified noise.
A girl shrunk back into the shadows, afraid.
Allen was surprised that anyone other than themselves had actually avoided a fall when the train had skidded to a halt.
He lowered his voice at the girl’s terrified expression.
“We need to get to the driver of this train, and see why he even stopped the train in the first place,” he whispered.
Lenalee nodded.
“You gather some help and evacuate the train. Get everyone to walk by the sides of the tunnel and keep away from the track. Then, with any able-bodied people you can find, head to the driver’s cabin. I have a feeling something bad’s going to happen.”
Lenalee kept quiet again, replying with another head gesture.
He released her, and turned to face the little girl.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’m Allen,” he said, his tone gentle.
“A-Amamiya Sh-Shouko…”
He smiled warmly at her and her large emerald eyes widened, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Everything’s going to be alright, Shouko-chan. Onii-chan will make it all better, alright? So until Onii-chan comes back, will you take care of this for me?”
He handed her the violin case.
Its weight pulled her petite arms down, and she seemed slightly overwhelmed.
But the moment passed and she hugged it close to her chest in a tight embrace.
“O-Okay, Onii-chan.”
He smiled at her again.
“Stay with that Onee-chan over there. Her name is Lenalee. She’ll help you and your Mama get out safe alright?”
He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair gently.
Shouko nodded shyly, and she rushed over to Lenalee, who smiled warmly at her, the same comfort emanating from her as it had from Allen.
The fifteen year-old waved lightly when Lenalee glanced at him over her shoulder before heading off in the opposite direction as she moved to help the people who had collapsed around them.
-
Komui sipped at his pre-brewed coffee, staring at the television screen intently. They were screening a violin duet of one of the hardest pieces that ever existed. He continued to watch intently, just as the song was about to end. He had heard that the ending would be recognizable from the string of powerful notes towards the end.
Just then, much to the twenty-nine year-old’s dismay, the television program was interrupted by a news flash.
Komui scowled. He’d definitely missed the extravagant ending of the song.
But something the newscaster said caught his attention.
“…a train has stopped in a tunnel, seeming to have broken down. Investigations are being carried out as to how this could have happened, but a security camera inside said tunnel has caught some footage of people moving around in the immobilized train…”
A short video flashed on the screen, muted, and froze at a particular scene where a few faces were visible.
The camera zoomed in and the supervisor could make out two familiar faces amongst the visible ones.
His mug landed with a loud crash on the wood-paneled floor as he stood, mortified, staring at the face of his Lenalee on the television screen, running in the opposite direction of the also visible Allen Walker, a little girl hugging a violin case in her arms.
The words of the newscaster were silenced, a faint murmur in the distance, as Komui’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, anxiety building up inside him.
His sister was in the train that had broken down in the tunnel.
-
Allen forced the door to the driver’s cabin open, a loud creak shattering the eerie silence that had settled around him. There were no more passengers here; he’d asked them all to evacuate first and let him rescue the train driver.
The only thing wedged between him and the driver’s cabin now was the half-opened door, and Allen strained against its stubborn position, using all his strength to pull the door away.
Pain throbbed in his left arm increasingly, but he did not falter. Instead he doubled his efforts.
Finally the door came free.
Allen’s gaze wandered around the driver’s cabin frantically, searching for the driver, but he found no one, and astonished, he stood motionless, confused.
A screaming pain hit him, but he did not budge as a voice cried out for help and a gruesome sight came into view.
The world on his left was black and white again, and he could see the mourning soul, crying out in torment and suffering before him.
-
Lenalee had gotten most of the people out. It wasn’t a very big train, so it had not taken her very long to get everyone out. Shouko had evacuated the area with Allen’s borrowed violin in her arms, making the ebony-haired girl pinky promise to come out safely with the Onii-chan.
There had been people wanting to help them out as well, but she couldn’t bring herself to bring them along to where Allen was.
Allen…
She hoped he was alright.
She raced through the cabins in the dim light, carefully avoiding bumps and dents in the metal plated floors until she had Allen’s seemingly motionless form in her sights.
Why was he standing so stock still?
Lenalee did not understand what was happening to her friend, but she could tell by the way he trembled that it wasn’t pleasant.
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun!” she called, but he didn’t hear her.
Fearing the worst, she rushed towards him, anxious to find out what had petrified him so.
But what she saw, she had definitely not expected.
A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the blood trailing out of Allen’s eye for the second time. However, what he was staring at intrigued her further.
“What is that?”
“Akuma,” Allen stated bluntly, dispassionately.
His tone frightened Lenalee, alerting her that Allen wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind.
He sounded dazed.
And besides, how on earth did he know what that thing was?
“Allen-“
She was harshly cut off as a loud tearing noise filled the silence and blood splattered on her face.
She tasted the iron in her mouth and started.
Looking at Allen, she was terrified to find that his arm was abnormally proportioned and was plated with metallic silver pieces, with claw-like fingers. His shoulder emitted a green glow that flowed in waves, like a flame. The thing that had replaced Allen’s left arm was disorienting.
It had practically torn through the flesh of his left arm, spattering blood on her face.
But Allen did not budge.
He simply stared ahead at the monster before them. It looked as shocked to see them as she was to see it.
The monstrosity before them was gruesome.
Lenalee cringed, flinching at the sight of it.
It had a dozen or so large cannon barrels attached to its hefty metallic silver body and wiring stuck out of the end of the little cylinder attached to the bottom of it.
But it was the face of the disgusting creature that unnerved Lenalee so much her insides squirmed.
It had a simple oval-shaped face, but it had an agonized expression carved on.
Its mouth was held in an eternal scream, and it looked to be bleeding from the eyes with black blood.
Allen chose to move then.
It snapped out of its stupor in sync with Allen’s movement, and soon, the barrels of over fifteen large cannons were pointedly targeting Lenalee.
The girl had no idea how it was possible for the cannons to face her entirely, contorting this way and that.
Fear engulfed her.
“A-Allen-kun…”
The boy looked down with cold, cruel eyes. His face was expressionless and like hers, splattered with blood; the same blood that was trickling down the metallic arm, his arm.
Lenalee felt a tingling sensation coming from her feet, like a new heavy weight on her ankles.
Confused, the ebony-haired looked down at her feet to discover something remarkable.
Her feet were glowing with a greenish light.
Or rather, her shoes were.
“What is this?”
-
A certain red-headed boy stared dazedly at the sparkling ocean before him.It was noon time, and the old panda had gotten him to run an errand.
But he couldn’t remember what that was.
He’d gone looking for Yuu instead, but the samurai was nowhere to be seen.
Lavi sighed.
It was about time he got back to the old man. Otherwise, there’d be a lot of squabbling, including some punches, kicks and bitch-slaps.
Just then, the hammer strapped to his right thigh began to glow.
It was weird for him to carry around a hammer, yes, but when did one know when to have a weapon handy?
It wasn’t exactly a hammer. It was more of a mallet.
His keen senses immediately sensed it, and he subconsciously pulled the little weapon out of its holster.
“What the hell?”
-
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Three down, two to go.
In three quick slashes, the remaining heads were sliced right off their shoulders.
“Che. How boring.”
He settled his midnight blue katana on his shoulder and sighed irritably.
The practice had been so stupidly simple that the ebony-haired eighteen-year-old hadn’t even broken a sweat.
Compared to cutting the head of a moving object, like that stupid rabbit for example, this was no better than child’s play.
He had left his violin practicing momentarily to gain further peace of mind in his training, however, taking out such easy targets disgusted him and he had grown even more restless.
Sighing again, Kanda crossed his legs and sat down as he put his sheathed blade down on the ground next to him. He folded his arms, his eyebrows knotted in irritation. How hard was it to get a suitable fighting partner?!
The samurai grunted in irritation.
Suddenly, a soft blue light emanated from the katana by his side, sparkling from the edge of the sheath.
Alarmed, the Japanese teen quickly uncovered his blade, and was struck with awe in an instant.
It was glowing with a strange blue light.
-
She watched as Allen darted about in the darkness, the only illumination being the dim tunnel lights and the green glow from his shoulder.
Her feet grew restless as the green light brightened with each passing moment.
Lenalee looked down at her feet, her eyebrows slanting downwards in the middle.
What the hell was going on?
Nothing made any sense.
Her feet were glowing, a monstrous creature had appeared before them, and in place of Allen’s left arm was a dreadful beast with a terribly conspicuous killing intent.
Finally, she felt it.
There was a pulsing coming from her feet, a strange sensation that willed for her to lunge at the beast Allen had referred to as ‘Akuma’ or demon.
But why?
The ebony-haired girl tried to understand, but failed to comprehend.
What were these ‘Akuma’?
Why were Allen’s left arm and left eye in such forms?
And the question that pained her heart the most; why was Allen acting so cold?
Again, the pulsing from her feet caught her attention.
They wanted her to jump.
And what was worse, they wanted her to jump at the akuma.
-
Lavi had no idea what had gotten into his hammer.
Non-living beings were not supposed to be pulsing in this odd manner.
The hammer pulsed continuously, and he could feel it pulling at the very heart of his existence in the direction of the train station five minutes’ walk away from where he now stood.
But why did it want him to go there?
This was all so confusing.
First it had begun glowing for no apparent reason, just as he’d started to think about heading back.
And now, it was pulling him, with some unknown force, to the train station.
-
Kanda had immediately stood up the moment the blade began to emit a vengeful killing intent.
And now, with Mugen in his hands, he was walking briskly in a random direction to a random place.
Of all the randomness, something else was strange.
He could sense them, the two or three other similar forces.
And these forces emitted similar killing intents.
The only one among them that drew his attention had a power that could raise the goose-bumps on his skin.
And that wasn’t easy.
We are talking about Kanda Yuu, after all.
Distracted, he charged right into another person and cussed loudly.
He continued his blank stare in the direction the unknown force pulled him to, and started fast-paced walking again.
“Yuu?”
At the call of his given name, the samurai had his sword pointed at the redhead’s throat.
“Whoa, jeez.”
Kanda suddenly realized something. The sword was still glowing.
Quickly, he sheathed it.
Continuing to march with large strides, the raven-haired sword-wielder said, “Do not call me that, Baka Usagi.”
-
The dim light sources in the tunnel exploded with the sheer force of her kicks as she danced on the air, spinning in circles as more and more of the monstrous creatures poured into the darkness. Where they came from, Lenalee could care less.
She angled herself easily, slamming down on akuma one after the other easily. There was a beautiful grace of her movements as she glided and jumped, whirling around.
Allen continued to pursue the masses of the beasts on foot, darting swiftly this way and that, nimble and agile on his feet.
His over-sized silver plated arm did nothing to hinder him.
Helpfully, it lunged out at an akuma at each of the instances Allen glanced at them.
His eyes, already the complex grey of storm clouds, were cold and icy.
He had not earned any bruises at all during his and Lenalee’s onslaught against the akuma, save for the constant line of blood running down from his eye.
His left arm contributed greatly to the massive blood loss he faced as well.
Lenalee whirled and spun between the beasts the air a podium where she danced.
Like a butterfly she slipped between them, smashing into them with the brute force of her legs.
But this couldn’t go on forever.
And the akuma were continuously pouring in.
From the corner of her eye, she could see a faint shade of white darting in between the creatures and a shimmer of metallic silver amidst the smoke that was the death of them.
But Lenalee was tiring quickly, and she was sure Allen wouldn’t be able to keep up like this for too long either.
The ebony-haired girl darted out of the way and gyrated into the darkness as a large black hammer flew out from the endless darkness of the tunnel and hit an akuma that had been right behind her. Her fatigue had almost spelled her death, allowing her miss the foe sneaking up behind her.
There was some shouting from the shadows that followed, something Lenalee could not make out. Much to her surprise, ghost-like insects, all rather large, darted from an ephemeral glint of silver-blue metal, colliding with the akuma, destroying several at once.
This invisible force continued to penetrate the group of akuma and Lenalee stood to the side, staring in shock.
Flames erupted from wherever the hammer head stamped, and the blurred figure of the one wielding it wove through the crowd of akuma as quickly as Allen did, the sixteen-year-old observed.
The other figure darted about swiftly, blue katana in hand and didn’t seem to mind diving head first into the blood that sprayed out from the mangled bodies of the defeated akuma. He made it look easy.
Now rested, Lenalee sprang back into action with full force, and the number of akuma dwindled down to nothing.
She stood to one side, knees shaking with exhaustion before they buckled under her and she collapsed in a tired heap on the ground next to the train tracks.
“Whew…”
There was a tired sigh beside her as someone slumped down to the ground, settling in a lazy sitting position.
There was a tiny glint of green before the eye of the one who had saved her with the hammer closed, and immediately, Lenalee recognized his voice.
“L-Lavi?!”
“Yo, Lena-chan.”
She could make out a light cream colour in the darkness in the shape of a peace sign.
“Yuu-chan…”
The name was a long drawl in the darkness and echoed about them, bouncing off the walls.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that before I slice you to ribbons?”
A katana was pointedly positioned to the Bookman apprentice’s neck, dangerously close to his Adam’s apple.
“Ah, Yuu-chan… There you are!”
At the daring comment, the sword poked the bump lightly, and the hand around its hilt tightened, knuckles white as if restraining some form of brute force.
Lenalee looked on, sighing to herself.
“Kanda, Lavi, stop bickering. There’s still one of us in this tunnel, and we need to find him.”
She looked away from the two and squinted in the darkness, trying in vain to see the contorted train passenger cars sprawled all over the tracks, and possibly pin point the location of her white-haired comrade.
But he was no-where to be found.
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun!” she called, her hands raised, cupping her mouth.
But the only reply from within the dark gloom of the tunnel was the echo of her own voice.
Lenalee’s shoulders dropped, and she looked out forlornly into the darkness.
But there was still no reply.
“Maybe he went back inside the train…” she trailed off.
Turning to look at the two bickering by the sidelines, she announced, “I’m going to go look for him. You guys get out first.”
Lavi immediately turned to face her, his mouth hanging open.
“What? We can’t let a girl go by herself! Right, Yuu-chan?”
“BAKA USAGI! I’M GOING TO CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND DICE YOU TO BITS!”
And the comical running around began.
Lenalee smacked her forehead with her palm, shaking her head.
She then proceeded to look for Allen among the damaged passenger cars.
-
He staggered lightly against the walls, cradling his left shoulder with his right hand.
His breath came out in puffs of white in the darkness of the tunnel as the blood continued to pour out from his side.
“What… the… hell… just happened…?” he whispered.
The fact that he didn’t have any idea where he was was one thing. Another thing was that he’d lost sight of Lenalee in the darkness. However another matter entirely…
What were those things?
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun!”
He looked up tiredly, his neck muscles as exhausted as all the other muscles were.
Lenalee was calling him.
He wanted to answer her, but his attempt at calling to her ended in a strangled cough. He couldn’t find his voice even if he wanted to shout back.
He staggered against the wall, clinging to it for support, his fingers grabbing desperately at the bricked structure, scraping his fingers against the concrete.
Finally, he slumped to the ground in a tired heap.
Footsteps echoed around him in the darkness.
Allen couldn’t make out who or what was making the noise but he hoped it was Lenalee.
He readied himself for a possible attack from those things again.
“Che.”
-
The swordsman was a bit surprised at the blood at his feet.
It soaked slowly into the gravel under him.
Then he sensed a movement in the darkness.
There was a loud tearing noise and a flash of silver with a soft green glow as he drew his katana.
Metal clashed against metal and a small spark lit in the darkness as he caught sight of a bloodied face.
He pushed harder against the invisible force but it retaliated and a large metallic hand tried to quick-slash him in the side.
He caught it with Mugen’s hilt and spun around, taking his opponent by surprise.
But the opponent was fast to react and adapted to his defences.
He kicked his leg under the samurai and forced him to the ground, pointing a sharp silver finger at his throat.
The assailant stepped into the dim light and Kanda caught sight of his dazed silver-grey eyes.
“Who are you?” a cold voice questioned.
Just then, the eyes rolled back, the arm shrunk back and the blue-haired eighteen-year-old looked on as his attacker fell backwards.
Blood began to crawl slowly across the gravel once more as Kanda got up and dusted himself off.
He could see the silver-haired boy now.
He tried to recall the descriptions of the one he and the stupid rabbit had been told to find.
“Silver hair, Silver eyes, quite short… Fits the descriptions.”
“Oi, Lenalee, Rabbit. I’ve found the bean sprout.”
♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
§//.Melodramatic obstinate love haunts the ensanguined hearts of the broken.The torn melodist sings his final aria of dreams.\\§
HELLO MINNA!
I know one or two of you know why I'm hyper! 8D
Anyway, here's the update for chapter four so far! (:
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: If I owned D.Gray-Man, Allen would have black hair, Lavi would wear his hair down all the time, and Yuu would play the violin. Characters are Hoshino’s.
Chapter 4: Haunting Darkness (Part 2)
Allen picked up his violin case.
“Lenalee, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need you to help me.”
He pointed outside with his free hand.
“We’re in a tunnel. And if we stay in this tunnel, another train will come and we’ll all die.”
There was a whimper from the corner.
Allen spun around to see who had made the terrified noise.
A girl shrunk back into the shadows, afraid.
Allen was surprised that anyone other than themselves had actually avoided a fall when the train had skidded to a halt.
He lowered his voice at the girl’s terrified expression.
“We need to get to the driver of this train, and see why he even stopped the train in the first place,” he whispered.
Lenalee nodded.
“You gather some help and evacuate the train. Get everyone to walk by the sides of the tunnel and keep away from the track. Then, with any able-bodied people you can find, head to the driver’s cabin. I have a feeling something bad’s going to happen.”
Lenalee kept quiet again, replying with another head gesture.
He released her, and turned to face the little girl.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’m Allen,” he said, his tone gentle.
“A-Amamiya Sh-Shouko…”
He smiled warmly at her and her large emerald eyes widened, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Everything’s going to be alright, Shouko-chan. Onii-chan will make it all better, alright? So until Onii-chan comes back, will you take care of this for me?”
He handed her the violin case.
Its weight pulled her petite arms down, and she seemed slightly overwhelmed.
But the moment passed and she hugged it close to her chest in a tight embrace.
“O-Okay, Onii-chan.”
He smiled at her again.
“Stay with that Onee-chan over there. Her name is Lenalee. She’ll help you and your Mama get out safe alright?”
He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair gently.
Shouko nodded shyly, and she rushed over to Lenalee, who smiled warmly at her, the same comfort emanating from her as it had from Allen.
The fifteen year-old waved lightly when Lenalee glanced at him over her shoulder before heading off in the opposite direction as she moved to help the people who had collapsed around them.
-
Komui sipped at his pre-brewed coffee, staring at the television screen intently. They were screening a violin duet of one of the hardest pieces that ever existed. He continued to watch intently, just as the song was about to end. He had heard that the ending would be recognizable from the string of powerful notes towards the end.
Just then, much to the twenty-nine year-old’s dismay, the television program was interrupted by a news flash.
Komui scowled. He’d definitely missed the extravagant ending of the song.
But something the newscaster said caught his attention.
“…a train has stopped in a tunnel, seeming to have broken down. Investigations are being carried out as to how this could have happened, but a security camera inside said tunnel has caught some footage of people moving around in the immobilized train…”
A short video flashed on the screen, muted, and froze at a particular scene where a few faces were visible.
The camera zoomed in and the supervisor could make out two familiar faces amongst the visible ones.
His mug landed with a loud crash on the wood-paneled floor as he stood, mortified, staring at the face of his Lenalee on the television screen, running in the opposite direction of the also visible Allen Walker, a little girl hugging a violin case in her arms.
The words of the newscaster were silenced, a faint murmur in the distance, as Komui’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, anxiety building up inside him.
His sister was in the train that had broken down in the tunnel.
-
Allen forced the door to the driver’s cabin open, a loud creak shattering the eerie silence that had settled around him. There were no more passengers here; he’d asked them all to evacuate first and let him rescue the train driver.
The only thing wedged between him and the driver’s cabin now was the half-opened door, and Allen strained against its stubborn position, using all his strength to pull the door away.
Pain throbbed in his left arm increasingly, but he did not falter. Instead he doubled his efforts.
Finally the door came free.
Allen’s gaze wandered around the room frantically, searching for the driver, but he found no one, and astonished, he stood motionless, confused.
A screaming pain hit him, but he did not budge as a voice cried out for help and a gruesome sight came into view.
The world on his left was black and white again, and he could see the mourning soul, crying out in torment and suffering before him.
-
Lenalee had gotten most of the people out. It wasn’t a very big train, so it had not taken her very long to get everyone out. Shouko had evacuated the area with Allen’s borrowed violin in her arms, making the ebony-haired girl pinky promise to come out safely with the Onii-chan.
She hoped Allen was alright.
She raced through the cabins, carefully avoiding bumps and dents in the metal plated floors until she had Allen’s seemingly motionless form in her sights.
Why was he standing so stock still?
Lenalee did not understand what was happening to her friend, but she could tell by the way he trembled that it wasn’t pleasant.
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun!” she called, but he didn’t hear her.
Fearing the worst, she rushed towards him, anxious to find out what had petrified him so.
But what she saw, she had definitely not expected.
A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the blood trailing out of Allen’s eye for the second time. However, what he was staring at intrigued her further.
“What is that?”
“Akuma,” Allen stated bluntly, dispassionately.
His tone frightened Lenalee, alerting her that Allen wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind.
He sounded dazed.
And besides, how on earth did he know what that thing was?
“Allen-“
She was harshly cut off as a loud tearing noise filled the silence and blood splattered on her face.
She tasted the iron in her mouth and started.
Looking at Allen, she was terrified to find that his arm was abnormally proportioned and was plated with metallic silver pieces, with claw-like fingers. His shoulder emitted a green glow that flowed in waves, like a flame. The thing that had replaced Allen’s left arm was disorienting.
It had practically torn through the flesh of his left arm, spattering blood on her face.
But Allen did not budge.
He simply stared ahead at the monster before them. It looked as shocked to see them as she was to see it.
The monstrosity before them was gruesome.
Lenalee cringed, flinching at the sight of it.
It had a dozen or so large cannon barrels attached to its hefty metallic silver body and wiring stuck out of the end of the little cylinder attached to the bottom of it.
But it was the face of the disgusting creature that unnerved Lenalee so much her insides squirmed.
It had a simple oval-shaped face, but it had an agonized expression carved on.
Its mouth was held in an eternal scream, and it looked to be bleeding from the eyes with black blood.
Allen chose to move then.
It snapped out of its stupor in sync with Allen’s movement, and soon, the barrels of over fifteen large cannons were pointedly targeting Lenalee.
The girl had no idea how it was possible for the cannons to face her entirely, contorting this way and that.
Fear engulfed her.
“A-Allen-kun…”
The boy looked down with cold, cruel eyes. His face was expressionless and like hers, splattered with blood; the same blood that was trickling down the metallic arm, his arm.
Lenalee felt a tingling sensation coming from her feet, like a new heavy weight on her ankles.
Confused, the ebony-haired looked down at her feet to discover something remarkable.
Her feet were glowing with a greenish light.
Or rather, her shoes were.
“What is this?”
-
A certain red-headed boy stared dazedly at the sparkling ocean before him.It was noon time, and the old panda had gotten him to run an errand.
But he couldn’t remember what that was.
He’d gone looking for Yuu instead, but the samurai was nowhere to be seen.
Lavi sighed.
It was about time he got back to the old man. Otherwise, there’d be a lot of squabbling, including some punches, kicks and bitch-slaps.
Just then, the hammer strapped to his right thigh began to glow.
It was weird for him to carry around a hammer, yes, but when did one know when to have a weapon handy?
It wasn’t exactly a hammer. It was more of a mallet.
His keen senses immediately sensed it, and he subconsciously pulled the little weapon out of its holster.
“What the hell?”
-
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Three down, two to go.
In three quick slashes, the remaining heads were sliced right off their shoulders.
“Che. How boring.”
He settled his midnight blue katana on his shoulder and sighed irritably.
The practice had been so stupidly simple that the ebony-haired eighteen-year-old hadn’t even broken a sweat.
Compared to cutting the head of a moving object, like that stupid rabbit for example, this was no better than child’s play.
Sighing again, Kanda crossed his legs and sat down as he put his sheathed blade down on the ground next to him. He folded his arms, his eyebrows knotted in irritation. How hard was it to get a suitable fighting partner?!
The samurai grunted in irritation.
Suddenly, a soft blue light emanated from the katana by his side, sparkling from the edge of the sheath.
Alarmed, the Japanese teen quickly uncovered his blade, and was struck with awe in an instant.
It was glowing with a strange blue light.
-
She watched as Allen darted about in the darkness, the only illumination being the dim tunnel lights and the green glow from his shoulder.
Her feet grew restless as the green light brightened with each passing moment.
Lenalee looked down at her feet, her eyebrows slanting downwards in the middle.
What the hell was going on?
Nothing made any sense.
Her feet were glowing, a monstrous creature had appeared before them, and in place of Allen’s left arm was a dreadful beast with a terribly conspicuous killing intent.
Finally, she felt it.
There was a pulsing coming from her feet, a strange sensation that willed for her to lunge at the beast Allen had referred to as ‘Akuma’ or demon.
But why?
The ebony-haired girl tried to understand, but failed to comprehend.
What were these ‘Akuma’?
Why were Allen’s left arm and left eye in such forms?
And the question that pained her heart the most; why was Allen acting so cold?
Again, the pulsing from her feet caught her attention.
They wanted her to jump.
And what was worse, they wanted her to jump at the akuma.
-
Lavi had no idea what had gotten into his hammer.
Non-living beings were not supposed to be pulsing in this odd manner.
The hammer pulsed continuously, and he could feel it pulling at the very heart of his existence in the direction of the train station five minutes’ walk away from where he now stood.
But why did it want him to go there?
This was all so confusing.
First it had begun glowing for no apparent reason, just as he’d started to think about heading back.
And now, it was pulling him, with some unknown force, to the train station.
-
Kanda had immediately stood up the moment the blade began to emit a vengeful killing intent.
And now, with Mugen in his hands, he was walking briskly in a random direction to a random place.
Of all the randomness, something else was strange.
He could sense them, the two or three other similar forces.
And these forces emitted similar killing intents.
The only one among them that drew his attention had a power that could raise the goose-bumps on his skin.
And that wasn’t easy.
We are talking about Kanda Yuu, after all.
Distracted, he charged right into another person and cussed loudly.
He continued his blank stare in the direction the unknown force pulled him to, and started fast-paced walking again.
“Yuu?”
At the call of his given name, the samurai had his sword pointed at the redhead’s throat.
“Whoa, jeez.”
Kanda suddenly realized something. The sword was still glowing.
Quickly, he sheathed it.
“Do
not call me that, Baka Usagi.”
Until here!
♪.Flakes of the Winter Sorrows.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
§//.Melodramatic obstinate love haunts the ensanguined hearts of the broken.The torn melodist sings his final aria of dreams.\\§
Chapter four so far! I got about 1000++ words down. (;
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: If I owned D.Gray-Man, Allen would have black hair, Lavi would wear his hair down all the time, and Yuu would play the violin. Characters are Hoshino’s.
Chapter 4: Haunting Darkness (Part 2)
Allen picked up his violin case.
“Lenalee, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need you to help me.”
He pointed outside with his free hand.
“We’re in a tunnel. And if we stay in this tunnel, another train will come and we’ll all die.”
There was a whimper from the corner.
Allen spun around to see who had made the terrified noise.
A girl shrunk back into the shadows, afraid.
Allen lowered his voice at the girl’s terrified expression.
“We need to get to the driver of this train, and see why he even stopped the train in the first place.”
Lenalee nodded.
“You gather some help and evacuate the train. Get everyone to walk by the sides of the tunnel and keep away from the track. Then, with any able-bodied people you can find, head to the driver’s cabin. I have a feeling something bad’s going to happen.”
Lenalee kept quiet again, replying with another head gesture.
He released her, and turned to face the little girl.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’m Allen,” he said, his tone gentle.
“Sh-Shouko…”
He smiled warmly at her and her eyes widened, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Everything’s going to be alright, Shouko-chan. Onii-chan will make it all better, alright? So until Onii-chan comes back, will you take care of this for me?”
He handed her the violin case.
Its weight pulled her petite arms down, and she seemed slightly overwhelmed.
But the moment passed and she hugged it close to her chest in a tight embrace.
“O-Okay, Onii-chan.”
He smiled at her again.
“Stay with that Onee-chan over there. Her name is Lenalee. She’ll help you and your Mama get out safe alright?”
He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair gently.
Shouko nodded shyly, and she rushed over to Lenalee, who smiled warmly at her, the same comfort emanating from her as it had from Allen.
The fifteen year-old waved lightly when Lenalee glanced at him over her shoulder and headed off in the opposite direction as she moved to help the people who had collapsed around them.
-
Komui sipped at his pre-brewed coffee, staring at the television screen intently. They were screening a violin duet of one of the harder pieces that ever existed. He continued to watch intently, just as the song was about to end. He had heard that the ending would be recognizable from the string of powerful notes towards the end.
Just then, much to the twenty-nine year-old’s dismay, the television program was interrupted by a news flash.
Komui scowled. He’d definitely missed the extravagant ending of the song.
But something the newscaster said caught his attention.
“…a train has stopped in a tunnel, seeming to have broken down. Investigations are being carried out as to how this could have happened, but a security camera inside said tunnel has caught some footage of people moving around in the train.”
A short video flashed on the screen, muted, and froze at a particular scene where a few faces were visible.
The camera zoomed in and the supervisor could make out two familiar faces amongst the visible ones.
His mug landed with a loud crash on the wood-paneled floor as he stood, mortified, staring at the face of his Lenalee on the television screen, running in the opposite direction of the also visible Allen Walker, a little girl hugging a violin case in her arms.
The words of the newscaster were silenced, a faint murmur in the distance, as Komui’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, anxiety building up inside him.
His sister was in the train that had broken down in the tunnel.
-
Allen forced the door to the driver’s cabin open, a loud creak shattering the eerie silence that had settled around him. There were no more passengers here; he’d asked them all to evacuate first and let him rescue the train driver.
The only thing wedged between him and the driver’s cabin now was the half-opened door, and Allen strained against its stubborn position, using all his strength to pull the door away.
Pain throbbed in his left arm increasingly, but he did not falter. Instead he doubled his efforts.
Finally the door came free.
Allen’s gaze wandered around the room frantically, searching for the driver, but he found no one, and astonished, he stood motionless, confused.
A screaming pain hit him, but he did not budge as a voice cried out for help and a gruesome sight came into view.
The world on his left was black and white again, and he could see the mourning soul, crying out in torment and suffering before him.
-
Lenalee had gotten most of the people out. It wasn’t a very big train, so it had not taken her very long to get everyone out. Shouko had evacuated the area with Allen’s borrowed violin in her arms, making the ebony-haired girl pinky promise to come out safely with the other Onii-chan.
She hoped Allen was alright.
She raced through the cabins, carefully avoiding bumps and dents in the metal plated floors until she had Allen’s motionless form in her sights.
Why was he standing so stock still?
Lenalee did not understand what was happening to her friend, but she could tell by the way he trembled that it wasn’t pleasant.
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun!” she called, but he didn’t hear her.
Fearing the worst, she rushed towards him, anxious to find out what had petrified him so.
But what she saw, she had definitely not expected.
A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the blood trailing out of Allen’s eye for the second time. However, what he was staring at intrigued her further.
“What is that?”
“Akuma,” Allen stated bluntly, dispassionately.
His tone frightened Lenalee, alerting her that Allen wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind.
He sounded dazed.
“Allen-“
She was harshly cut off as a loud tearing noise filled the silence and blood splattered on her face.
She looked at Allen, terrified to find that his arm had become large and metal-plated, with claw-like fingers. Disoriented by this thing which had replaced Allen’s left arm, Lenalee backed away.
That's all for now. YES SUSPENSE TO ALL!
aahaha. (;
♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
Okay, I'm here to post for moyashi once again.
Here's your edited compo dude. (;
AND I'M UPSET THAT YOU'RE STILL SO TALL!!!
Relax, take a breath and imagine the smell of salt air and the cries of gulls. Feel the soft sand under your feet and dive into your memories of the sea. How has the sea touched your life? For me it is the greatest memory the sea has ever bestowed upon me.
“Stupid sea! Because of you, Daddy has to go away every now and then, leaving us alone in the house.”
My grandson, John, sulked as he tossed a few pebbles into the waves. They slowly disappeared as the currents quickly devoured them, pulling them back into the water.
His father was about to leave. As a sailor, his job required him to leave home several times a year, leaving only brief periods of his life being set aside for his family. John disliked my son’s job because of these conditions, but he disliked the sea even more. He hated that it took his father away from them, making their relationship grow distant.
As he continued on sulking like a spoilt brat, a smirk spread across my wrinkled face. My grandson, I thought to myself, was just like I had been when I was about his age.
“You shouldn’t blame the sea you know. It’s not the sea’s fault; moreover the sea brought great joy to two siblings.”
“The sea brought joy? What do you mean grandpa? How can that be possible when it always takes Daddy away from us?”
“Oh well, I just have to try and recall what took place in the year 1920….
“Well, at that time the boy was only 13 years old and his father, like yours, was leaving to set out to sea. He was also sulking and blaming him for not spending time with them especially when his mother was just finishing the gestation period and was nearly nine months pregnant. But they had no choice if they were to survive. His father was the sole breadwinner of the family, earning money for the family. One fateful day, his father decided to take them out to the sea so that they could have fun as a family and rode their little boat gently out to sea. It was summer but the water was the wrong temperature. It had this chilling feeling that made the boy shiver and it was a murky green colour. The boy, Will, wanted to reach out and touch it. But his short arms and the height of the side of the boat would not grant his wishes. He sulked, irritated by this development.
“Huh. So now even the sea is getting in my way. How nice,” Will thought to himself.
“Will! Don’t you try to touch the water! You know very well that those short arms of yours won’t reach the water! It will only get you wet when you fall in!” his father warned.
“As a typical teenager, his father’s words only had the opposite effect on the boy. Will decided to do it just to spite him. Will tried his luck once again and plunged his body forward, his fingers somehow just managing to brush against the surface of the water.
“Eeek!!! It’s really cold!”
Will withdrew his hand and just as he was about to pull himself up over the side of the boat, a huge wave crashed against the other side of the boat, tilting to a rather dangerous angle.At the sudden impact, Will fell into the deep dark shadows of the sea, lacking the time he needed to react.
“My body is so cold. I can’t seem to move. I can’t breathe. Help me!” the boy thought to himself.
However, his silent cries did not seem to penetrate the surface of the cruel ocean around him. Darkness cluttered his mind. Death was just waiting to swallow him when he finally realized how beautiful his life had been. He could feel his heart beating; its potent beat echoing in his ear.
“Is this the end?” Will thought.
He heard voices calling his name and he struggled in a final attempt at reaching the surface, intent on not letting the Devil tear his soul from his body and take his life.
A firm grip tightened around his hand and pulled him up to the surface and air filled his lungs again. Will was petrified with fear when he was pulled to safety.
Glad to be alive, his facial muscles relaxed and a smile lingered on his face. But his smile did not last and his expression became one of absolute horror- his father was fighting the Devil in his place. Streaks of lightning stretched across the evening sky as the onslaught of the storm continued. His father was trying to get back up over the side of the boat but the waves tossed him, up and down, up and down, and up and down again like a helpless paper doll. Will was frozen with fear, rooted to the spot as he stared, wide-eyed, at the helpless figure.
His father, still battling with the strong currents knew he would not make it.
“Will take care of them for m-“But before he could finish, a huge gulp of seawater forced its way into his mouth and then Will’s father vanished from his sights.
That was the last time Will ever saw his father.
Will stood rooted to the same spot for a few minutes, gaping with obvious disbelief, his eyes blank and wandering. His jaw hung open, numb with shock at the bizarre sight. All he had been able to do was feebly watch it happen. Slowly darkness engulfed him.
“Help me! Help me!”
“I’m coming father! I will save you!”
“Will, no matter what happens, please live on, no matter what….”
“NO! Father please come back! Don’t leave me!”
Will shot his eyes open and he bolted upright. Beads of perspiration trickled down the sides of his face, dripping onto his hands. No, it was not the water that had haunted him in his nightmare but rather the raindrops that had emerged from his eyes. A wave of emotions swept over him, and unable to control it, he felt his eyes clouding over.
“Gone….Father is gone now… Forever…” he sobbed to himself.
“Will remember…Always take care of your mother and sister for me….”
Will’s head snapped up at the words that echoed in his head. Where was his mother now? What about his precious unborn sibling she carried in her womb? These thoughts grew restless, urging him to satisfy the desperate yearning for his mother.And in spite of the fatigue that weakened his body, he searched for his mother, running aimlessly in the looming building of endless white halls.
“Mother, Mother where are you?” Will cried.
He finally reached a ward. But the only thing he could see was a nurse carrying a little baby girl. His mother had disappeared.
He could hear the nurses speaking in hushed voices.
“The poor boy.”
“Will isn’t it?”
“Yeah...Lost both his parents at such a young age.”
There was a pause.
“Now he is left with his baby sister. I wonder how they survived that treacherous storm.”
Will covered his mouth to in an effort to stop himself from screaming. It was all the sea’s fault.The boy squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
‘I hate it! I hate it! It took away everything from me!’
Ever since then, Will has always treated the cold ocean as his enemy.
As the years passed, the two siblings grew up together. Will was already twenty-three years old while his sister, Wendy, was fifteen.Although the hatred for the sea stood firm in Will’s heart, he had to support the two of them. He had to take up a job as a fisherman, sacrificing his education.But he felt it important that his sister went to school in his place.They were fortunate as their landlord agreed to let them rent a house for 5 pounds every month, but Will still had to take up many jobs. However, due to his young age, jobs were scarce, and his salary was not satisfying at all.
However, what made matters worse was that is sister loved the sea, but Will’s over-protective sister-complex demeanor did not allow her even a toe in the water.
Wendy knew why her brother hated the sea but she did not agree that the sea was at fault at all.
The sun was shining brightly in the clear, cloudless sky.
Will cringed at the sudden brightness, his eyes feeling uncomfortable.It had just become evening now, and it was a perfect time to fetch Wendy from school, despite her insistence on going home herself.The young man was sure his sister would wander off to the ocean.
He narrowed his eyes.
He wasn’t about to risk that possibility.
Will made his way up the hill routinely, only to find that Wendy had already left to look for him at the jetty.
‘That girl!’ He thought. Wendy had always loved to sneak out of school early to collect seashells near the coast. Knowing that her stubborn brother of hers would never let her near the sea, she longed to put out the flames of hatred within him. Alas! He found her. As usual, his guess was correct; Wendy was there by the seashore again.
The sun-kissed sand was soft and fine. Grinning, the girl dug both of her feet in it and wriggled her toes. What a wonderful feeling it was, the sand slipping between her toes, tickling. The waves rolled in and then receded with a whisper as a breeze lifted her bronze tresses lightly. Several dolphins swept past her, swift as torpedoes. They clicked and chirped, whistling and squawking as they swarmed around her, swimming gracefully in a slow, sinuous circle. One even came up to the surface, close enough to tease Wendy, kissing her on the cheek. She chuckled with obvious delight. If only her brother loved the sea as much as she did. He would not be so miserable then.
She let out an audible sigh, she had tried so many times to persuade her brother but he had remained adamant. Watching her brother suffer in silence with that look of pain that remained permanent on his face, she decided. She would give it her all and try once more. She was serenity personified. She stood up, oozing with confidence, only to realize her brother had already been watching her for quite a while.
Wendy flinched and tried to avert her brother’s angry gaze. She walked towards him, preparing herself for a day’s worth of lectures, feeling slightly guilty. She put on a calm expression and set her mind to discussing the last topic her brother would want to hear. Knowing what was on her brother’s mind, she waited for him patiently for the harsh reprimand coming her way. However, Will did the complete opposite of what she had expected.He hugged Wendy tightly. So tightly up to the point that she had difficulty breathing. Wendy was taken aback by his actions.
“Brother? Are you…you ok?”
Said person did not answer his sister’s question. Instead he could mutter.
“Sorry….”
He finally let loosened his grip on her, his arms slacking around her shoulders. Wendy continued to wait patiently for her brother to speak. Will knew exactly what she was thinking. He had known throughout the years that Wendy had been suffering with him. His hatred for the sea had only made matters worse when he stubbornly forced his sister to hate the thing she loved.
“How could I have done that? How could I have been so cruel? I was only hurting her when I thought I was protecting her…” After watching her near the ocean, Will had seen something he had never seen before; the twinkle in his sister’s eyes and her pearly laugh as she skipped and danced on the beach. It was a genuine happiness that radiated from her, and she glowed. Will had always been living in self-pity, draining his sister’s happiness away.
“Brother, don’t say sorry. Why should you be sorry? You are the most wonderful brother anyone could ever have, and I am so happy that the sea has brought us together. If not we would not be so happy right now. It has returned you your happiness, and returned my big brother to me.”
Those words struck a chord in Will’s heart.
‘The sea saved us?’
It finally dawned on him that all this while he had been so foolish to have ever hated the sea. The sea had given Wendy to him after all. It had been an accident, that incident all those years ago. Will furrowed his eyebrows, drawing a long tired breath and leaned back. He had decided.
“Let’s go see mom and dad shall we?”
Wendy smiled at him. She could guess what he had in mind. The two siblings held hands as they climbed up the hill to where their parents’ ashes were. After burning their bodies, Will had brought Wendy to collect their ashes and stored them in two similar vases, the ones that their mother were so fond of.
“Do you miss them?”
“Of course I do! How could I ever forget them? Even though the only memories I have of them are in photographs.”
“Shall we let them watch over us forever in bliss?”
“Yes.”
She looked at her brother curiously.
“What do you plan to do brother?” Wendy asked in wonder.
Will laughed heartily for the first time in many years, joy emanating from the light sound. He grabbed Wendy’s hand and they ran down the hill each carrying a vase. They raced down the hillside until they reached the sea. Will took off his shoes and stepped into the water, feeling it between his toes.How long had it been since he had last played and swam in the sea, he wondered. He took a deep breath. Fresh air filled his lungs as he felt extremely exuberated, refreshed. The feeling was great. It filled him up inside. The two of them opened the vase they each carried and scattered the ashes all over the waters as the gentle waves came and swept them away. The siblings broke into an impish grin and exchanged cordial smiles. This was the happiest moment for them. As you know, the story ends with a happily ever after.”
John’s eyes were bright with curiosity.
“Wow! That was an amazing story grandpa! But how do you know they were happy forever?”
His grandfather laughed.
“Oh well, that I’m sure of. After all, I am the Will from the story, my dear boy.”
(2455 words) ♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
My story of the Mountain.
At the request of baka moyashi, who is intent on making me VCC. Please, NO.
-
Alex huffed, his breath coming out in a whisper of mist. Despite the biting cold of his surroundings, sweat beaded on his forehead. This was one of the more particularly difficult missions he had been assigned to, and it was draining away at his energy.
The thirty-five-year-old was a flight doctor, an expert at saving the lives of people trapped, wounded, anytime, anywhere. And though not all missions were successful, he was determined that this one would be.
A young girl had gone hiking up a mountain with her brother earlier during the day, and something had triggered an avalanche. The name of the mountain escaped him, but as he attempted to as gently as possible secure the sharp branch that had lodged itself in the girl’s thigh, time sped up, and anxiety built up inside him, adrenaline running madly through his veins. Blood leaked through his fingers.
The helicopter hovered quite a distance away, careful to be far enough not to trigger another mini avalanche in the area. After all, Alex didn’t need any more trouble than he was already dealing with.
He had long since bandaged up the girl’s body, mangled though it had been. She was breathing quite evenly now, and Alex was elated that he did not have to deal with any form of internal injuries. His partner, Melanie, had gone off in search of the girl’s brother with Heath, her assistant, in the surrounding area, leaving him with his assistant Jackie, who was currently maintaining the stable situation of the girl.
Alex wrapped the donut-shaped bandage carefully around the branch that jutted out of the girl’s thigh, securing it. He stole a glance at Jackie, who caught on easily. Switching on their walkie-talkie, there was a beeping sound.
Jackie began to speak to Melanie, and time ticked by, eating away at Alex’s patience.
He sent the dark-haired girl a fleeting look, hinting impatience. He raised the back of his hand to his forehead again, still holding the branch securely in place, just in case.
But at some point in the conversation, something Melanie said caught his attention.
“We’re good. We haven’t found the boy yet. But I think we’re close… There’re some footprints and…”
Jackie knew what that meant. She glimpsed at Alex again, but he was facing away from her, packing up their tools.
“Alright. Mel, we’re heading off first. If this girl isn’t treated soon, she’ll die. Over.”
“Don’t jinx it,” Alex muttered, a cloud of warm air escaping his lips.
Jackie peeked at him again, but turned away.
“Roger that. I’ll see you guys later. Good luck. Over.”
“Yeah, you too. Good luck. Over.”
There was another quiet beep and Jackie switched the frequency channel she was on.
Alex couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation. His mind needed to relax, and it automatically tuned into something that was potentially more distracting than the mess of blood and bandages in front of him.
“Hey, can you hear me, Allen? Over.”
“Yep. Is it time to come down? Over.”
“Yeah, it is. Remember though, not too low. We want to get this girl out without any more problems.
She’s on the verge of death here. Over.”
“You think I don’t know that? What do you think I was trained for?”
Jackie smiled. Allen always brightened the situation with jokes.
The beep sounded again, and Alex finally spoke.
“Jackie, what have I said about talking too much? We’ve been here for hours. And this girl is in critical condition, chatter box,” he said quietly, dangerously, in spite of the fact that the conversation Allen had had with the girl in question had distracted him quite a bit.
The 30-year-old simply kept quiet after that.
The whirl of the helicopter above them broke the silence and the two flight doctors looked up. Help had arrived.
-
Allen passed a cup of coffee in front of his comrade’s face.
There was no reaction.
Alex had his hands out in front of him, his elbows on his knees. His hands were still dirty, tainted with the blood of the innocent who had died in his care on the way to the nearest medical facility.
A quiet murmur escaped the man’s lips.
“I hate this job.”
Allen sighed, a hand going up to rub his temples.
He slumped back against the wall; they were sitting on stools.
“You always say that when they die,” he said to the ceiling.
“We’re not gods you know. We can’t save everyone.”
“I know. But it’s our job to save people.”
The younger of the two sighed once more.
His free hand patted his childhood friend’s shoulder.
“Get over it. Death is a part of life. You can’t stand around crying for everyone who dies.”
He stood up.
“Besides, a mountain isn’t the safest place on Earth. Get over it.”
That said, Allen left the cup of coffee on the bench beside Alex, walking off, muttering something incomprehensible to himself.
Alex continued to stare at his hands.
“Stupid mountain.”
Hours flashed by, people rushing around him.
Soon, it was night.
Alex had sat stiffly on the bench all day, staring at his hands in what looked like an uncomfortable position.
He continued to stare through the night.
The blood had dried on his hands, and had turned a murky brown on his skin.
Footsteps echoed off the walls of the hallway, but Alex did not start, did not hear anything, deaf to the world.
Someone came to stand beside him, but the bronze-haired man ignored them.
“Alex, Alex, it’s about time you went home for the night.”
Alex looked up at the person addressing him.
It was Allen.
“What do you want?”
His voice was monotonous, cold as ice.
“You can’t sit here all day and mope.”
“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”
A hint of anger plagued his voice now.
“The mountain saved my life.”
Alex spun around to face him, shocked.
“When I was a kid, I used to go to my grandad’s lodge at the bottom of this mountain.
“He used to bring me hiking, teaching me survival skills and whatnot. Trained up my muscles, and endurance, everything.”
Allen looked a bit out of it.
“You may not believe me, but I was in an airplane crash in the more isolated regions in the polar climate areas. I was stuck in this blizzard with nothing but the clothes on my back, almost frozen to death.
“But my grandad had taught me many things on the mountain, and survival skills was the most frequent of exercises we did then.
“So, I survived there for a while before someone actually came to get me. I’d learned to dig myself into the snow and stay in the ground long enough to keep myself warm. The blizzard stopped after a few days, and that’s when they found me. If I’d not been taught here at this mountain, I would have died.”
Alex was stunned into silence.
He had never expected this, especially not from Allen.
After all, how could something that seemed so wonderful take lives away everyday, right in front of his eyes?
Alex was torn. He didn’t know what to think.
He could go along with Allen’s story, something he’d never heard of before and something he didn’t have the evidence to believe, or continue on his sad life, knowing, witnessing, the wrath of the mountain and its dangers.
Allen seemed to sense Alex’s contemplation by the look on his face, and immediately stood up.
“Well, whether you choose to believe me or not, it’s your choice. Just know that that’s a true story, and I leave it to you to decide what to believe.”
And for the second time that day, Allen walked off.
Alex stared after him, weary now.
He looked around the darkened corridors, visualising the events in Allen’s story.
“Well,” he thought to himself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He got up, and jogged in Allen’s direction, reaching the younger man in seconds.
♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
