Hello, everyone here at Fanfiction. This is my first fanfiction, entitled "Destined Interlude"; without the =- next to the name. It's a DGray-man, a manga by Hoshino Katsura , inspired fanfiction that I've had in the works for a while now but just recently got the nerve to write; and just now got the nerve to post.
While the only one to have a bit of a tongue in the fiction will be Xavier and Auriemma, I'm rating it PG-13 for violence(fantasy or not), reference to alcoholic beverages and sexual innuendo.
While the Vatican and the UN is involved and stated, this fanfiction is not based on any religion what so ever, and is not biased.
With these disclaimers, I hope you enjoy Destined Interlude.
-prologue-
April 13th, 1993
The clouds overhead thickened as the destruction seemed to grow worse at the town of Washington's Edge. A man with a hand of what seemed to be a sword of dark light like matter went around killing the children on land; without mercy as the blood spattered onto his clothing. Above ground were these demonic balloon like creatures, which were killing off any being that seemed to move; animal or human. The small town of Washington's Edge; which prospered the day before, now sat in ruins. The only sound to be heard was the patter of rain drops as it seemed the gods were crying for his fallen children; and a single child's cry for his fallen parents as he sat above their bloodied bodies, covered in a black substance.
“What do we have here?”The bloodied man looked at the singular child with interest as the child continued to cry for his parents. The substance; thick of oil, contained a virus that the demonic balloons contained. It would destroy a living being on contact; but why not this child? The murderer, covered in blood, smiled a curious smile as his right arm glowed a mysterious light as it changed from the weapon that killed most of the village – a sword made out a dark light and the gray, metallic skin that covered the base, into a normal human hand. “You reek of this pitiful worlds god; yet I cannot see innocence on you.”
He picked up the child; who by now had stopped crying due to the introduction of this interesting man, and looked around his body. On his neck was the Greek symbol for Omega, and as the man covered in blood saw this, he busted into a fit of laughter as he put the child back on his parents. The child, who's brown hair was now soaked from the rain, looked at the man curiously as the fit of laughter ceased.
“The Earl is going to kill me, you know? I killed Sydney and Xin, his two favorite Noah's.” He bent down to the kid. “He never liked me in the first place, controlling this damn innocence filled arm of mine instead of giving it to him.” His red eyes looked down at the kid, then smiled. “I have no time left, so I thought I'd take a town with me before I killed myself off. But what was my chances of finding a Prophet, of all places? And a tyke, at that.”
He smirked as he reformed his right arm, and chopped off his left. The child backed off in horror at the sight, but was instantly picked up at the collar by; what some would call insane, man, and placed back on his parents as he took a good chunk of the blood and wiped it on the back of the child's neck.
“I'll hide my powers in a prophet; and put that damn Millennium Earl in his place.”He worked furiously on what seemed to be some rune on the back of the frightened child's neck as the man disappeared into the wind at the final stroke; laughing manically at the end. The child fell asleep on top of his parents bodies; the sole survivor of the past nights carnage and now; holding something mysterious within him.
As the rain stopped and the sun rose; a woman walked on the horizon dressed in a black suit, surveying the damage done.
=-destined interlude-=
Entry One:Alone
July 11th,2007
The summer's bright morning sun dawned through a window of a Long Island Bed and Breakfast. The sheets instantly; almost as if a reflex, covered the head of the resting brown haired male. He moaned and rolled around in the sheets as the sun continued to rise. He sighed as he sat up slowly, his brown hair covering the left portion of his face as his right eye was exposed to the brightness of the new day. He held his head as he slowly got off the bed, only dressed in boxers.
“Where'd Auriemma go..”The man walked around the room aimlessly, barely able keep his eyes open. The room was littered in cans of beer and a few glass bottles of whiskey and vodka; mostly not finished, but still populated the floor with the rest of the empty recyclables. He slowly made it to the table; which was surprisingly clean despite the piece of paper and few paper notes of money. He looked at them for a few seconds before blowing his hair out of his face, and taking the piece of paper.
“It's time to go to Black Order like we were told to, hun.”He read out loud, almost wanting to laugh out loud at the last part; for Auriemma, his adoptive mother, always called him by his given name and no pet names.”Unfortunately, I cannot go there at this time, so you must go to them in my steed! Take care, my beloved Garrett!”
“That..”Garrett crumbled the note with his right hand, furious. It was last month; while they were in China, when they were given the order to meet up at the United State's branch, located near John F Kennedy Airport. However, Teresa Auriemma, a General in the Order, was known to dislike staying in one place at one time; and refused to have her and her apprentice son, Garrett Keigwin, go and stay at the branch. “So is that why you decided to get me drunk last night? So I'd wake up late?”
“Damn women..”He sighed as he walked into the bathroom, coming out ten minutes later; washed and clothed. They had typically shared a drink or two together nightly; for Auriemma had an affliction with drinking and Garrett never needed to worry about getting sick with alcohol; which always made Auriemma drink more. But they had a good bit too much last night, which was probably something Auriemma had planned from the start. “I guess I'll have to go then..”He mumbled, looking in his wallet. It had seemed that his so-called adoptive mother had taken the rest of his money and left only enough for a taxi to JFK, so then he could get the car that would drive him to the Order's headquarters.
He quickly placed on black work shoes to go with his typical dress of what got him teased daily by Auriemma – a pair of dress pants and a white collar shirt with a deep blue neck tie. Too serious, she'd say, always looking like you're going to a funeral. But in all reality; it was a wonder he didn't, with all the lives he couldn't save. He strapped on a belt around his waist and placed what seemed to be two short swords on each side. He quickly cleaned up what he could; leaving the rest to room service as he locked the door behind him – Auriemma had also seemingly taken his belongings, like most of his clothing besides one clean outfit, and rushed down the flight of stairs to the lobby.
“Good morning, sir!”The woman behind the desk said as he handed her the keys to the room, and she smiled as she placed them back on the appropriate hook. “Will that be all?”
“No,”Garrett shook his head, his brown hair that was layered and down to his neck flowed with the shake.”May I borrow your phone for a second?”
“Yes, most certainly.”She smiled and pulled the phone onto the counter. “Is that an Australian accent? It's so nice!”She burbled out, and Garrett flustered for a second as he picked up the phone, nodding his head.
“I need a taxi from the 'Luminous Maiden' Bed and Breakfast in Islip, New York to John F. Kennedy Airport.”Garrett said through the phone as the women behind the counter blushed at the young man's beauty. As he hung the phone up with the verbal transaction complete, he smiled a small bit back.
“Good day now.”He waved nervously as he walked out nervously. As his hair moved while he walked, the woman caught a glimpse of something on his neck; but the door closed quickly as she tried to get a closer look.
It took the taxi ten, no maybe fifteen more minutes than it was originally said to arrive, and Garrett sighed in frustration as he sat down in the back seat. Always have to be on time, never be late; always get the job done right was his motto. And yet this taxi cab came late and the driver was still as happy as ever; how could people live like that!? Garrett wondered this furiously as the cab driver started to drive, and tried to make a conversation.
“So..you're a foreigner?”The driver asked as he drove, a Spanish accent in his voice much like Garret's Australian. “Where from?”
“Australia, but I've never really lived there.”Garrett replied, looking out the window as he tried to ignore the fact the driver was late. “I've been travelling with my mom all my life, so I've never really had a home before.”
“Oh, that's quite interestin'!”The driver smiled to Garrett as they drove onto the highway. “You ever go to Spain?”
“Once.”Garrett replied dryly. It wasn't the most pleasurable experience to recall, for him at least.
“It's quite a nice place, I've been there..say once?”The cab driver said as they switched lanes. Garrett counted all the New York plates on the cars, or the New Jersey ones, and tried to keep a tally of them all.
“Those things I saw on your waist; you're not going to get them past security in JFK, you know.”He stated the obvious, but Garrett wasn't stepping inside of JFK; yet was waiting for another car to pick him up to take him to the ferry transport. That, itself, would take him to the Order's island headquarters. Most commoners would have no knowledge of it; which is why he wasn't surprised of the cab driver's naivety.
“They're for a weapon's show.”Garrett lied. The car was filled with silence until they hit Queen's County; and almost upon entering it; the parkway seemed to hit a traffic jam.
“Not good..”The driver mumbled as his fingers seemed to drum against the side of the car; the traffic was to the point where some of the cars were turned off completely. The whole parkway was met with noises of horns and people yelling; and yet there was something ahead of them that was blocking traffic. An accident?
Garrett rolled down his window and put his head outside the window as he looked up at the sky, and the first glimpse was the only glimpse he needed. In the distance; there were at least three level one Akuma; that is, beings devoid of emotions that looked like a gray balloons with black cannons coming out of their hides. They were more than likely here to kill and try to advance to level two; maybe there was one with them as well. Garrett sighed as he opened the car's door, and stepped out as he left the money on the seat.
“Hey, where are you going!”The driver yelled at Garrett as he looked in the distance one more time. He looked back at the driver one last time in annoyance.
“To get rid of this traffic jam.”Garrett replied, and he started to run down the lanes of stopped cars, towards the 3 Akuma that seemed to be a bit gun happy. As he quickly approached the three – running after Auriemma made him have quite a good leg structure, he took out the two swords on his sides, and they glowed as he jumped on the roof of one car.
“Innocence, ACTIVATE!”He smirked at the 3 Akuma that stood before him. The sword on his left suddenly lit itself on fire as the one on his right glowed a brilliant blue hue of cold light. He jumped off the roof of the abandoned car – they had ran away from the sight of the Akuma, or simply demons, and onto the next abandoned car as he used them to give him enough leg strength to cut the 3 flying Akuma in half.
As Garrett jumped off the last one and to the first Akuma, he quickly looked to the ground as he could've sworn he saw two other people there. Ignoring them, he sliced the first Akuma in half and allowed himself to fall to the ground, the destroyed Akuma blew up in the air. The wind blew as a bright light seemed to occur after; something that normally didn't occur in battles he had with them. He looked behind him to find that the two people he ignored before were Exorcists, or the black order's militia against the Akuma. A male with a parasitic gun, which seemed to be loading another bright beam charge at the third, and a woman with..well, red hair. He couldn't locate her innocence anywhere.
“Wait, you!”She yelled at him as he turned his back to her. As he did, she got a glimpse of his neck, and the symbol of Omega on it.
“You're a..”
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That's the end of Entry One. Um, rate away? ;x etc..
Destined Interlude[Entry Eight Posted][PG-13]
