D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Blood ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Strikerflame 
In which they awaken.
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 942 | Visits: 413 | Status: Work In Progress
In which they awaken.
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 942 | Visits: 413 | Status: Work In Progress
This is going on longer than I thought it would.
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Blood
Chapter 8
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Rhode was lucky. Rhode was very very lucky. For many people, the events of a previous night escape their memory temporarily upon waking up in the morning, sometimes causing a very rude awakening. Allen was not one such person. The events of last night were still fresh in his mind as he woke up with the young Noah in his arms. Whether this was a good or bad thing was yet to be determined as the sun's rays slipped through his curtains and dimly lit his room.
What am I doing? Allen thought to himself as he absently stroked Rhode's hair, I must be out of my mind. If anyone were to find out...No, that's not the worst of it. The fact that I'm doing this of my own free will...
He sighed, My kindness is going to get me killed.
The exorcist's thoughts were cut off by the stirring of the dark-skinned girl. He shoved aside his troubled musings for the moment as Rhode's eyes blinked open, “Sleep well?”
Rhode mumbled incoherently and nestled up against Allen. She lazily wiped the sleep out of her eyes and looked up at Allen, “What time is it?”
“Six,” Allen said after making a quick check, “We haven't been asleep that long. It's still morning, though.”
“I'm hungry,” the Noah grumbled after a moment of contemplation, “Feed me...Stop laughing, I'm serious.”
“Sorry,” Allen said after a few moments of hearty laughter, “but you're joking, right? You really expect me to walk you down to the cafeteria, walk right up to Jerry, and make a special request for the girl who dared to go behind enemy lines?”
“Yes...I said stop laughing!” Rhode sat up, grabbed the nearest pillow, and whacked the cursed boy directly in the face with it.
Allen sighed after his most recent bout of laughter, “Look, it's morning. You said you'd go back home after spending the night now go before you get us both in trouble.”
Allen's response came in the form of a pair of bright, golden eyes staring directly into his own clear, gray eyes. Hard as he tried to prevent it, Allen couldn't help but to get lost in them. True, the girl that possessed them appeared to be a sadistic, twisted little wretch who held no value in human life but Allen couldn't see that when he looked into her eyes. What he saw was a little girl who wanted nothing more than to be loved and cared for, to be held, played with, and all the things that little girls needed in life.
“Who are you, Rhode?” Allen asked, “Really, who are you?”
Rhode paused, “That's a stupid question. You know exactly who I am.”
“If I did, I wouldn't have asked,” Allen frowned, “You don't let anyone know who you are, I can tell. I think there's more to you than you let on, something you won't let anyone see, not even the Earl”
“You're looking way too into it, Allen Walker,” Rhode shrugged as she snuggled back up against him, “I'm just me. Rhode Camelot. The eldest of the clan of Noah. I'm everything I appear to be and I'm everything people think I am. I have no reason to be anything else.”
“You're wrong,” Allen surprised Rhode by embracing her suddenly and holding her close against his bare chest, “You're Rhode Camelot, a little girl who went into the enemy base in the middle of the night because she wanted to know her worst enemy was safe and ended up falling asleep cuddled up against him. Rhode Camelot who has now paid me three visits in the middle of the night knowing full well that she could be killed for doing so. You're nothing like what people think you are.”
Silence filled the air. The only sound that could be heard was the light flapping of Timcanpy's wings as it fluttered around the room. Rhode would be wondering if the damn thing could be trusted if Allen's words weren't still ringing in her head like the bells of Notre Dame on a Sunday morning.
“I have to go,” Rhode said quietly as she hopped off of Allen's bed.
“No, you don't,” Allen quickly responded, “...No...you do. But you don't have to stay gone. You can join us, Rhode. You can leave the other Noah and the Millennium Earl and join the Order. You really aren't what you think you are. You can be saved.”
Rhode stopped and turned to Allen, “Allen...do you love me?”
Silence filled the air again. Timcanpy landed on top of Allen's head and seemed to stare at Rhode. Not that she noticed, she was too busy searching Allen's eyes for an answer in case his mouth refused to give one. Rhode's breath had stopped almost entirely and her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. It was almost as though her whole body refused to give any semblance of a response until she got the answer she wanted. Or one she didn't want. Any answer would do.
“Allen...”
Those gray eyes held Rhode captive for what felt like an eternity. But it was the smile that set her free.
“Yes.”
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That was corny.
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Blood
Chapter 8
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Rhode was lucky. Rhode was very very lucky. For many people, the events of a previous night escape their memory temporarily upon waking up in the morning, sometimes causing a very rude awakening. Allen was not one such person. The events of last night were still fresh in his mind as he woke up with the young Noah in his arms. Whether this was a good or bad thing was yet to be determined as the sun's rays slipped through his curtains and dimly lit his room.
What am I doing? Allen thought to himself as he absently stroked Rhode's hair, I must be out of my mind. If anyone were to find out...No, that's not the worst of it. The fact that I'm doing this of my own free will...
He sighed, My kindness is going to get me killed.
The exorcist's thoughts were cut off by the stirring of the dark-skinned girl. He shoved aside his troubled musings for the moment as Rhode's eyes blinked open, “Sleep well?”
Rhode mumbled incoherently and nestled up against Allen. She lazily wiped the sleep out of her eyes and looked up at Allen, “What time is it?”
“Six,” Allen said after making a quick check, “We haven't been asleep that long. It's still morning, though.”
“I'm hungry,” the Noah grumbled after a moment of contemplation, “Feed me...Stop laughing, I'm serious.”
“Sorry,” Allen said after a few moments of hearty laughter, “but you're joking, right? You really expect me to walk you down to the cafeteria, walk right up to Jerry, and make a special request for the girl who dared to go behind enemy lines?”
“Yes...I said stop laughing!” Rhode sat up, grabbed the nearest pillow, and whacked the cursed boy directly in the face with it.
Allen sighed after his most recent bout of laughter, “Look, it's morning. You said you'd go back home after spending the night now go before you get us both in trouble.”
Allen's response came in the form of a pair of bright, golden eyes staring directly into his own clear, gray eyes. Hard as he tried to prevent it, Allen couldn't help but to get lost in them. True, the girl that possessed them appeared to be a sadistic, twisted little wretch who held no value in human life but Allen couldn't see that when he looked into her eyes. What he saw was a little girl who wanted nothing more than to be loved and cared for, to be held, played with, and all the things that little girls needed in life.
“Who are you, Rhode?” Allen asked, “Really, who are you?”
Rhode paused, “That's a stupid question. You know exactly who I am.”
“If I did, I wouldn't have asked,” Allen frowned, “You don't let anyone know who you are, I can tell. I think there's more to you than you let on, something you won't let anyone see, not even the Earl”
“You're looking way too into it, Allen Walker,” Rhode shrugged as she snuggled back up against him, “I'm just me. Rhode Camelot. The eldest of the clan of Noah. I'm everything I appear to be and I'm everything people think I am. I have no reason to be anything else.”
“You're wrong,” Allen surprised Rhode by embracing her suddenly and holding her close against his bare chest, “You're Rhode Camelot, a little girl who went into the enemy base in the middle of the night because she wanted to know her worst enemy was safe and ended up falling asleep cuddled up against him. Rhode Camelot who has now paid me three visits in the middle of the night knowing full well that she could be killed for doing so. You're nothing like what people think you are.”
Silence filled the air. The only sound that could be heard was the light flapping of Timcanpy's wings as it fluttered around the room. Rhode would be wondering if the damn thing could be trusted if Allen's words weren't still ringing in her head like the bells of Notre Dame on a Sunday morning.
“I have to go,” Rhode said quietly as she hopped off of Allen's bed.
“No, you don't,” Allen quickly responded, “...No...you do. But you don't have to stay gone. You can join us, Rhode. You can leave the other Noah and the Millennium Earl and join the Order. You really aren't what you think you are. You can be saved.”
Rhode stopped and turned to Allen, “Allen...do you love me?”
Silence filled the air again. Timcanpy landed on top of Allen's head and seemed to stare at Rhode. Not that she noticed, she was too busy searching Allen's eyes for an answer in case his mouth refused to give one. Rhode's breath had stopped almost entirely and her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. It was almost as though her whole body refused to give any semblance of a response until she got the answer she wanted. Or one she didn't want. Any answer would do.
“Allen...”
Those gray eyes held Rhode captive for what felt like an eternity. But it was the smile that set her free.
“Yes.”
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That was corny.