Disclaimer: I do not own D Gray-Man, only my OC.
AN: Hello, this would be my first DGM story, so feedback would be really great! A lot of this story will be from the OC point of view, so warning, if you don't enjoy OC's, I am sorry.
Anyway, this story starts as Allen, Lavi and Arystar are heading to meet Lenalee and Bookman, this will follow the manga storyline. This is kind of a trial chapter, I'll keep posting if people are liking it, so reviews will be much appreciated. I'll only be using snippets of japanese (honorifics, stuff like that)so it's easier to understand the tone used, but usually I'll switch to english after that.
I know I'm juggling another story but I just need to double the effort :D Hope you enjoy!
"Hurry." Silver, the only name I knew my teacher by, hopped onto the roof, looking back only to make sure I followed. It was clearly not her real name, just a media given one, but she only ever told me that name. I preferred to call her Yin, silver in Chinese, just to differ from the thousands of other people that called her Silver. I had to have some sort of notion that I was her student.
I grabbed the roof ledge, flipping up to land softly on the roof tiles with my specially made shoes that mirrored Yin's. They were made out of incredibly soft rubber and wrapped around my feet up to my calves and they were durable and silent. Perfect for someone in our trade.
We were assassins, you see, and most of our clothes were designed for our utmost comfort and efficiency. We were almost like a jack of all trades. If the pay was good enough, we were con artists, thieves, assassins, or all of the above, if that was what the request was. We were quite well known, mostly just as the Silver Reaper and her lover, but the 'lover' bit was the media's dramatisation of our duo. Well, no one was going to believe that a sixteen year old female teenager was Silver's apprentice, and me being a mysterious 'lover' added more pizzazz to the story.
Yin wore more skin tight clothes and I wore a tank top and shorts, half for mobility and half just to spite Yin.
We both wore similar coats though, long trench coats with a high collar that covered most of our faces. It could billow out if you were feeling particurlarly theatrical but most of the time it hugged the body, allowing for warmth and movement. We both had different weapons hidden in the coats and I had straps on my thighs for needles and other various weapons while Yin had a much wider range that were much more deadly and/or numerous. She had trained me to use all of them, but still, for lack of a better phrase, kicked my ass at everything.
Yin has been my only known guardian, she readily denies parenthood, and insists that I was given to her by someone. She said 'someone' not without hate, disgust and what I suspected was the leftovers of a lover's tiff. Which was odd to say in the least. Heartless Yin taking a lover?
My name is Ai Yang, but Yin claims she did not name me. She said it was one of the only things I could say when we first met.
She's not one for intimacy, or emotions at all. Assassins were frighteningly objective and we were not ones for friends, lovers, or anything like that at all. Only if we needed something from the target would we need to act friendly at all, or when we needed to blend in with the crowd.
'Survival is the most important thing. That is always first. You can only ever rely on yourself. Being alone won't kill you, but trying to save others will.'
That was what Yin had pounded into me, and I followed it devoutly. I had no doubt that if I ever threatened Yin's survival, she would leave me. I questioned her theory when I was young, why did she take me if it only slowed her down? She would only ever answer that she wanted someone to pass her skills onto.
We had just finished a job, and we were fleeing via rooftop, the moonlight illuminating our way. I didn't know it was the last thing we would ever do together.
I could hear distant screams and yells, signifying the discovery of the body. It was a rather public assassination, just out of sight in an alleyway. He was just an owner of a jewellery store, but someone wanted him dead, and that's where we came in. He had a family, two daughters and a wife, but he was a notorious forger and had many unhappy customers. He cheated a lot of people, and had a lot of shifty businesses.
That was the easiest way to go about this job. You see the worst in everyone and it made ending their life just a little more bearable. That wasn't to say I wasn't haunted by nightmares and guilt, but this was how my life worked, and guilt wasn't something I needed.
I hopped along the tiles, following the brilliant glint of Yin's hair which was well, silver. It was what earned her that nickname, her elusive nature never allowing more than her hair to be seen. She said the fact they knew she was a woman was just a lucky guess.
"You were messy with that one. Too many things could have gone wrong." Yin was never happy with my work, always finding flaws.
"I couldn't work much with the time frame you gave me!" I protested.
"I gave you plenty of time."
"What part of ten seconds is 'plenty'?" I hissed and almost ran into her back when she stopped suddenly.
"Hey, what's wron-"I began before Yin slapped a hand over my mouth, slowly backing away.
I looked up in surprise, I had never seen Yin back away from anything and was greeted with the sight of a giant air balloon. At least, that's what I thought it was. Upon closer inspection, I realised that there was a black and white mask that was grinning wildly in the middle of the floating metallic object. It had odd protrusions coming out in different directions that screamed danger.
"Wh-what is that?" I said from beneath Yin's hand. Suddenly, one of the protrusions moved and Yin grabbed my collar and jumped onto the next roof, ducking behind a chimney as it suddenly opened fire. This was the first indication that the motto Yin lived by was not as all commanding as I believed.
"Shut up. I don't know what it is-"Yin was interrupted by a loud shot. I swivelled and saw a bullet heading towards me. I knew how to estimate, and I knew I wasn't going to make it out in time. I squeezed my eyes shut, just hoping it would be quick when I heard a choked gasp and I was knocked to the ground. I opened my eyes and was completely shocked to see a bullet protruding from Yin's chest, black stars forming across her visible skin. Her dying for me was the second indication.
"Y…Yin …."It shook my faith to the core to see her like that. She whispered something, her cracking face looking just a tiny bit regretful. I only just managed to catch it before she seemingly disintegrated, her coat fluttering down to cover me. I didn't know how to cry, but I felt an ache in my chest that made me think that I was about to.
I threw her jacket off, anger now replacing the fear I felt. The spherical monster thing was shifting, and sounds of glee accompanied the sounds of things cracking and a large wooden puppet like thing emerged, holding two marionettes.
"Finally, level 2!" It said gleefully, turning to look at me.
"You'll be my first victim on my way to becoming a level 3!" It laughed and twitched the strings on the marionettes. Tiles flew off the roof and hurtled towards me, I ducked wildly, taking out my specialty weapons. They had been a pair of odd blades I had found on a street vendor, and I loved them at first sight.
Yin called them deer horn knives, but I preferred crescent moon knives, as it felt much more mysterious. They were exactly what their name implied, two crescent moon blades facing each other and overlapping to form an oval in the middle, either end looking like fishtails. Their bladed edges glinted in the light as I slipped them out of my coat. Yin had always told me an assassin needed a trademark weapon.
"As if I would let you kill me now, when Yin, who only lived for herself, just died for me!" I said through gritted teeth, noticing an odd vibration in the knives. I felt…oddly powerful, as if I could rule the world with my weapons. I used falling debris as a stepping stone to leap face to face with the vile creature, still knocking projectiles out of the way. I felt an odd sense of satisfaction as I sliced downwards violently and 'indelicately' as Yin would scold, across the belly of the beast. It screeched and I covered my ears with my hands, dropping to the roof.
"Innocence?" It whined angrily.
What is he talking about?
"Fine, I'll show you what happens when you mess with a level 2!" It rushed closer, and I saw the ends of the strings shoot out of his marionettes, a bit late in getting away as they stabbed into my joints. I screamed, trying to cut them, do anything to stop the pain but I found I couldn't control anything. My coat fell away as it tore at the seams and I watched in horror as my own hand raised the bladed fan towards my throat.
"So this is my ability….how refreshing!" It cackled. I tried to move my arms, but the strings were unbelievably tough, and I only succeeded in hurting myself more.
Yin….I'm sorry. I was going to waste the opportunity she gave me. In my half conscious state, a shot rang out, so loud I thought it was the sound of my own life ending. I didn't expect the strings to loosen, and for me to fall lifelessly and doll like to the roof. I landed on something soft, and I could feel myself being carried across the roof.
"Hm? You're much heavier than when I last held you."
"Much prettier though, like your master."
"What a shame…she really was a beauty."I felt him bend down and pick up something, covering me with a large coat. Yin's coat.
I saw through blurred eyes long red hair and a white, half mask.
"You'll have to make up for it by becoming twice as beautiful."
I don't know who was talking, but it wasn't disrespectful, and it sounded like he was telling me to keep on living. I would have done that anyway easily and selfishly, believing in only myself, saving only myself, if Yin's words hadn't planted a tiny, tiny seed of doubt. They were all I could hear as I passed out.
I lied, Ai. Loneliness can kill you too.
"Hey, Allen, what is that?" Lavi asked as a small speck in the horizon rushed forward at frightening speed. Their newest addition, Arystar also peered at the quickly nearing figure.
"I don't kn-"
"Move, move, move!" A voice yelled, and suddenly a girl hurtled into Allen, head butting him hard.
"Ouch…" A girl with a high black pony tail tied loosely stumbled up, holding her head. She was bleeding from the clash, and she wore strapless dark red singlet, black shorts and a long black trench coat with a high collar. The coat looked like it was just a tiny bit big for her. It would have obscured more than half her face when buttoned all the way up. She had black boots on that looked tight fitting and sturdy but light. When her jacket fluttered open he saw an array of needles and daggers strapped to her thigh.
"A...Are you okay?" Allen asked, a trickle of blood sliding down his forehead.
"More like, are you okay, Allen?" Lavi asked.
"Sorry, I have to go!" She yelled, barging past Lavi.
"She's bleeding as well…she must really be in a hurry." Lavi scratched his head, watching her sprint away.
"She took your hammer." Allen pointed to Lavi's empty holster.
"Ah! Get back here!" He ran after her retreating back and caught up, knocking her to the ground and pinning her arms above her onto the ground. She hmphed indignantly, turning her head away and swiftly kneeing him in stomach. The wind knocked out of him, he barely hung onto her and sat all his weight down on her to stop her from escaping while he recovered.
"Pfft." He heard Allen hold in a laugh.
"Don't laugh Allen! Help me!"He yelled at him.
"Are your travels always like this?" Arystar asked timidly.
Lavi looked back down at her just as she turned her head to stare at him. Though it might've been because her top had slipped down a little in the scuffle, revealing a little of her chest, Lavi felt a hammer in his own.
I had accidentally taken the red heads hammer, and now I was pinned beneath him. I sighed in my head, mentally kicking myself. Disarming people was still a habit I still couldn't get rid of. Normally I would have thrown him off, but he was surprisingly strong. There were a couple of ways that I could incapacitate him, but I was trying not to hurt or kill anyone. Twisting around, I didn't mean to stare into his eyes, but when I did, something that had been dormant in my brain for a long time clicked. What had Yin said?
Ai, as a rule, never, ever fall in love. Ever. They'll only ever drag you down. Especially red heads.
Long ago I had put two and two together and realised that Yin and Cross had once had something. Clearly, it had not ended well.
I had already broken one rule before, and that had got me a real tongue lashing. Here I was now again, breaking two rules in one go.
His eyes started to stray a little downwards from her eyes and she cleared her throat.
"Fine, you want your hammer back? Take it and get off me." She opened the hand where she gripped the small hammer.
"If I don't take it, can I stay here?" He grinned while lowering his face close to hers. She twitched, and without warning, launched her forehead into his.
"Ow!" He yelped, about to yell at her when he realised she was out cold on the ground.
"Lavi! What did you do?" Allen asked.
"Hey, it was not my fault! She just head butted two people in quick succession!"
AN: So that's the first chapter, I hope you like Ai! She is of asian descent, but you'll find more about her later. The deer horn (crescent moon) knives are actually very interesting weapons, you can search it up on Google. Ai's blade is more prominent, rather than the sides and usually they're meant for close combat, breaking melee weapons such as swords, but hers can be long range as well.
I'm sorry if it's confusing or anything like that, please tell me and I'll try fix it up :D