Hello.
This is a fanfiction for Katsura Hoshino-sensei's D. Gray-Man. I changed quite a few things.
Often times, you will see that the first few chapters change a bit. This is because I've been writing this for a while, and my writing style has changed over the years. Looking back at my early writing sometimes brings me pain, so I rewrite some of it.
I send out a huge thanks to all of the readers who have been with me since the beginning. Thank you for being patient with me.
Thank you for visiting, and thank you even more if you decide to stay.
-JD
The true story begins entire millenniums in the past, but the one here begins in a city exceeding the throes of that time's imagination.
One day, there came to be the marriage of two different people, with a love that permeated the air they occupied.
One with skin nearly as white as gypsum, the other nearly as dark as obsidian.
One not religious, the other, one who prays.
One a man of magic, the other a woman of science.
Together they had five children.
Road, a child with dreams as wild as the city.
Joido, the sly-as-a-fox second born. Also known as Tyki.
Bondomu, twins who never separated from each other. Also known as Jasdero and Debitto
Raasura, the youngest, and a sweets addict with a bad temper. Also known as Skinn.
Their pets were usual and unusual.
A cat named Rasutora-or Lulubell. Two golems named Lero and Timcanpy.
The mother was a homemaker, an inventor who created the most high-end robots of the time, so realistic with what seemed to be their own personalities...one would almost think they were alive if it weren't for the need to be powered by the oil she created.
She signed them under Althim Technologies, and the robots became known as Althim's Kindred Utility Management Assistants.
The father was an easy-going man who did odd jobs around the city. He also entertained others with his magic tricks...as long as he kept his promise to his wife to keep it at tricks.
In this city, the family lived together happily, going through life day by day as if it would continue that way forever.
But it wasn't to be.
As some would say, magic and science were incompatible.
The two were too different.
Despite the wishes of his wife, the father still found himself involved in the darker parts of magic.
He investigated as he wished, and silently made sure to keep it a secret...until he found the book.
It had no name, but its cover called to him.
The more he investigated, the more he read, the more it felt like life was being breathed into him.
There was something behind the book, something he had to figure out...but it needed many things for the magic to work.
First and foremost, it needed a vessel.
Then, it needed many other vessels.
Until the magic had enough power, it wouldn't work as it was supposed to.
To be honest, he didn't have to look far in order to find a vessel. He found the first one cleaning the dishes in their house on a day that his wife and daughter were out of the house with Timcanpy.
An AKUMA.
He tinkered with it, did many incantations, messed with its programming, but he only seemed to break it down further and further.
It wasn't until he fed it his blood that it began to work.
For a moment, and only a moment, the AKUMA came at him with a bloodthirst in its eyes like nothing he'd ever seen before. It calmed quickly, though, and seemed to come back to itself, panic in its eyes.
Fear.
Imprisonment.
He cared very little and continued to mess with other AKUMA in the house until he got the same results, and he felt the magic grow heavier and heavier.
By the time the mother and her child returned home, the child's uncle in tow, the house was shrouded in a shadow even seen by those without an affinity for magic.
The mother entered cautiously with her group, and all were horrified by the condition of the house and of its occupants.
The father was there, the other children lined up behind him with a strange yellow glow in their eyes, the AKUMA in the household nowhere to be seen.
He began his speech with one line,
"There will be a man who creates a beast. With this beast, they will rule the world."
He wanted to bring this beast into existence.
It would take a lot of time. A lot of patience. A lot of blood. A lot of vessels.
When he initially presented the idea to the children, he'd been met with defiance. Even the cat had felt something in him and attempted to get away.
He had found a solution, though.
He wanted them to take part as well, and held out his hand, wanting his wife to come to him and join his endeavors.
She was not pleased.
Instead, she clasped her hands together in prayer, and the magic in the house shifted uncomfortably.
Road clung to her uncle, Mana, as she prayed, the shifting growing more agitated as the father demanded that his wife stop with her foolishness. He claimed that the children had reacted similarly, if not praying, simply by fighting back or running away. He smiled, saying that the rest of them would end up the same way.
The mother stopped praying.
Instead, she pulled a sword from the wall, one meant for decoration, and held it out, demanding that they fight.
She would banish the evil from her house, no matter what.
He grasped the other, its colors inverted, and the battle began.
Mana and Road hid away in a closet as the two went at it, their swords swinging and clanking against each other, neither really getting any wounds save for scratches along their bodies that only bled a little.
With eyes sharp, silver, and enraged, the mother fought with her husband, protecting her dazed children from his mindless blows, the man caring little for his offspring. Because of her carefulness, she bled more than her opponent.
She called out to him as they battled, trying her hardest to retrieve him from the darkness that she was sure was consuming his soul.
But he did not respond.
Rather, a darkness seemed to form around him as he staggered back after a blow. He cried out in agony, but not from the slice she'd landed on him.
His very shadow began to twitch and change, the silhouette of a person forming, a strange grin on its face as it stretched out behind the man.
A strange smog surrounded the man as he grinned just like his shadow.
The form of Dark Matter.
From then on, aided by the power of the dark magic, he wounded his wife. Cut after cut, bruise after bruise, he slowly whittled away at her health.
After a blow, she backed away, trying to take stock of the situation. She knew in her heart that the battle was lost, but if she could just...
She contemplated too long.
He appeared before her with a manic smile, and she backed away as quickly as she could, but it wasn't fast enough.
It took her a moment to notice that he held her left arm, her sword clattering to the ground.
She screamed.
Collapsing to the ground, she cried out in agony as her husband cackled from his victory, her voice cracking. Hidden away in the closet, her daughter and brother turned away from the scene, not wanting to see her mutilation. Her husband only giggled childishly.
Even though this was the end...
No...
No.
She would not let it end like that.
She growled deeply as she mustered enough strength, despite her body quickly loosing blood. She screamed louder, but with it, she sent her demand to the Heavens.
It was a cry from deep within her soul, within her mind, within her battered body.
I will save them.
Without a doubt, I will save them.
Let me save them!
...
Something responded.
The sword twinkled before it began to glow, and then it burst into a flurry of green specks.
The dark magic around it shifted away, something screeching in pain at the mere contact with its aura.
The specks flew through the air before they melded with her blood, altering it for its purposes. Then, in its liquid form, it connected itself to her shredded shoulder, growing a new arm. Her once jet black hair quickly turned white as its energy flooded her body, changing it.
The arm appeared like burned red cells before it changed into its battle form, green energy shifting around at her shoulder as the arm grew long, white, and plated. Her fingers became sharp talons, her hand growing to be the size of half her body. A green cross appeared on the back of the hand, glowing eerily.
The form of Innocence.
Once she felt that it was as fully formed as it would get, her arm stretched out, grasping her husband as she threw him into a wall, gritting her teeth from the pain of physical contact with Dark Matter.
The two became equal combatants, the woman beginning to deal blows as heavily as her husband had. Her agility improved as well, dodging the attacks of the evil one.
In the midst of battle, in her single-mindedness to destroy the Dark Matter, she had pushed her children to the side briefly.
But he had not.
He slashed at her, sending an arch of energy at her, which she ducked under.
She quickly remembered that the children were behind her, though.
She turned her back to her enemy and gathered them all in her arm, pulling them down and away from the slash despite the pain of touching Dark Matter again...
And moments later, the husband's sword stuck out of her back.
She coughed up blood as she staggered back, the man pulling his sword from her. She then fell to the ground, still alive only because of the Innocence flooding her body, trying to heal her.
But the wounds were too deep, and she was already running out of energy. Not even the Innocence would be able to sustain her.
She watched through dimming eyes as he grinned, gasping, saying that she should've joined him. He limped over to the study under the balcony inside the house, her hypnotized family following after him.
Road, Mana, Lero, and Timcanpy came rushing to her. Road cried as her mother slowly lost her breathe, despite her Innocence's efforts to keep her alive. She looked at her daughter's eyes, raised her weakened right arm, and wiped the tears off of her face, saying that somehow everything would be okay.
She told Mana to keep her song and that it had been recorded into Timcanpy. She told Lero to watch over her dearest daughter and keep an eye on the other children as well. Then she asked Road, her little dearest dream, to please never forget her…to at least remember the song if her father got to her and brainwashes her, too. As her lifeforce faded away...
In a language largely unknown by others in the world...
She sang.
Mana stood up and took Timcanpy, telling Road that they had to go.
Suddenly, the husband came back into the room to find Mana and Road beginning to leave. He grabbed Joido from behind him by the hair, yelling that he would kill him if they left.
Road stared in horror at the blank look on her younger brother's face, screaming at him to wake up. Mana was edging away, telling Road to follow him.
Road looked at Mana then at her brother and father. After a few seconds, she knew what she had to do…
Her mother continued to sing, her voice cracking and breaking, the pauses growing longer.
She screamed at Mana to run away. She couldn't leave her brother behind.
Her mother didn't leave her behind and she, as an older sister, wouldn't disgrace herself as an older sister. Her brother must be saved, along with her other younger siblings.
Mana understood and wished her the best of luck before running. He must save his sister's song, after all, as he was told.
Road looked back at her mother, her eyes without light but her soul still holding on to sing.
As Road began walking to her father, she herself began singing.
Her father watched in disgust as she sang and told her to hurry up if she wanted Joido to live.
She looked back once more at her dearest mother, dying on the floor, with a weakened yet strong voice still singing to the end of her song…
She smiled a little at her mother's dying voice, telling her to be strong no matter what.
As the door closed, the woman breathed her last breath at the end of the song.
She didn't stay alive long enough to feel the home that the two had built together burn to the ground.
The children are now what is known as Noah
The Father of these children is called the Millennium Earl
The Mother of these children is now known as the Fourteenth…
Who has been reborn into…