Hello everyone !

So, I'm new here and it's my first time writing a fanfic, so please, be gentle and be critical in order to help me improve in my writing skills. Also, I would like to warn that I'm not English, so there might be faults, sorry about that T-T (I'm doing my best ;) !). So if someone like or read this story, I'm very grateful ! All I have left to say is : enjoy !

Disclaimer : I don't own D. Gray-Man.

Prologue

XIXth Century, England.

It was dark and the snow fell slowly on the city. The scene seemed almost unreal. Despite the late hour, the cemetery was still open. Nobody was in the streets at this time of night where anything can happen. Except him.

He must have been 6 years old. His chestnut hair fell in front of his silver-blue eyes. He wore old worn out and patched up clothes. A glove recovered his left hand. He was curled up on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks and his head resting against a grave. His eyes were empty; he was lost, abandoned again. Nobody cared about him.

On the grave, you could see a name on the stone: Mana Walker, the foster father of the kid. At birth, he was abandoned by his parents. After years spent in the streets, he crossed the road of Mana, a clown. At first, they had difficulty in understanding each other, but over time, they became inseparable. Until that day.

Allen. That was his name, the name given to him by Mana. The words of the man kept turning in the head of the kid: "Don't stop walking. Keep moving forth until your last breath." He suppressed a new sob.

It is in those moments of despair that HE appears, the Millenium Earl, the enemy of mankind. The man leaned over the grave of Mana Walker and looked at the little boy over his strange glasses. Allen had not noticed his presence, insensitive at his environment. All that mattered at the moment for him was Mana. And nothing else. But the Earl is very skillful; he knows perfectly the darkness of the human heart and knows how to manipulate it. It didn't take him a long time to turn the situation to his advantage: he needed this kid, who knows; maybe he would be more resistant than the others…

"Do you want to bring back to life Mana Walker?"

Allen raised his tearful face towards the Earl. He slowly nodded. The Earl smiled and held out his hand.

"If you want me to bring him back, you'll have to help me in my experiments. Do we have a deal?"

He didn't hesitate. The contract was sealed.

London, England.

"Ask The Times! Ask, ask!"

The newsboy handed his newspapers to the passers-by who took them immediately in exchange for a few coins. On the front page, a picture of a city in flames spread on the cover. People looked immediately at the news.

'The city of xxxx was totally destroyed. The causes of this incident remain still unknown. No survivors have been found and about ten people are reported missing. Here is the list of the victims and the missing persons.'

Names paraded, flanked by a photo. And among them…

'Allen Walker, Male.

Age: Unknown.

Status: Missing.'

So, for now, this is just the prologue.

I don't know when I will post the next chapter but I will try to do it fast ! Hope you liked it ! And please, review !

Thank you for reading this and bye~!