D. Gray-Man – Illusion
‘D. Gray-Man’ by Katsura Hoshino
“Illusion” by Ryuuzaki Kusakurin
DISCLAIMER: D. Gray-Man, Tyki Mikk, and any other related objects/characters/Innocence do not belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, language, SLIGHT fluff, etc.
Characters: Tyki Mikk, Road Kamelot, Lero, Lulu Bell
Theme Songs: Reflectia [Eufonius], Habataku Mirai [Eufonius], As One [Abingdon Boys School], Nephilim [Abingdon Boys School], Zero Signal [Yoko Kanno]
Wheee! New story! New story! *dances* I had a Pepsi MAX a few minutes ago… <3…
No stealing my story. I shall be mad if you do.
He turned the page, glancing at the contents half-heartedly before spotting the title of the chapter – this book had somehow made him dubiously philosophical in the past few days, and he wasn’t too eager to continue reading.
And then he snorted. How fitting.
That was what the so-called ‘real world’ was to him, filled with ordinary, weak, stupid humans and equally stupid exorcists. They were much like ants, just slightly more persistent and a touch more irksome. However, they were still nothing but objects to be snuffed out one by one. Ants.
There was still one of them that fascnated him to no end – Card Shark Boy A, known to the world he deemed illusionary as Allen Walker. The boy had a rather uncanny ability to take whatever damage was dealt to him, and then – sickeningly predictable as he was – spring back from it. He was a true thorn in the Millennium Earl’s side, that much was certainly true.
They were still naught but illusion, though; they were no more real to him than the ‘bullets’ Jasdero and Debitto used actually were. Since those weren’t truly ‘real’ by his standards, neither was the land outside of their home here, in a different dimension entirely.
It was odd, he decided, that the world would be so strangely disconnected here; his own dimension in the Earl’s lair was entirely more real than the place he frequented in his ‘white’ form – Earth. He turned the page as he mused this possibility, lost in his own thoughts.
“Tykiiii?” Road waved a lollipop in front of his face, trying to get her beloved brother’s attention as he read – or at least appeared to be reading.
“Yes, Road?” He sighed, looked up from his book, and watched the oldest – yet somehow also the youngest – Noah dance around, happy to finally get his ‘completely undivided’ attention. She was Noah’s sheep that controlled dreams, and she was also the scariest of them all, Tyki reflected, watching her wave Lero around carelessly. She had no remorse and no attachment to that ‘false’ world in which they fought – that alone was enough to scare most of the Noah, who still felt that the Earth was their true home.
“I’m going to bed, can you tuck me in?”
“Strangely sentimental, for you,” Tyki commented, watching her twirl around, much to the disappointment of Lero, who had long ago claimed that Road’s incessant spinning antics made him sick. Tyki, on the other hand, just thought that the talking umbrella made him sick.
“It’s something that my mother used to do when I lived in the other world,” she replied, an oddly soft expression coming to her features as she gazed out of the window overlooking her arena – the one where she forced her ‘dolls’ to run around screaming for their lives. “I sort of miss her, you know?”
Tyki just stared. This girl still had an attachment to the real world?
“Alright, Road,” he finally sighed. “I’ll tuck you in.”
“Hey, Tyki?” The small voice came from Road’s bed as he quietly turned the lights off with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way out the doorway. He looked back in her general direction, waiting. “Do you love me?”
The question caught him aback. He turned around and walked back into the room, finally sitting on the edge of her bed, and her small hand tugged on the back of his jacket until he answered.
“Of course I do,” he replied quietly. “We’re family.”
“Yeah,” Road replied, the smile obvious in her voice. “Nighty-night, Tyki.”
He had no way of knowing that the small girl had stayed awake pondering his answer for quite a while after he left.
“How kind of you, to put Road to bed,” the smooth voice told him, coming from his back. “You’re such a good brother.”
“Lulu,” he replied, continuing to walk down the seemingly endless hallway of black-and-white tiles and crazed walls. “I thought you were still gone,” the polite response continued as he turned to face her.
“Obviously, I’m back,” the woman replied, tossing her hair back and eyeing him carefully. She had never liked Tyki, but she put up with him.
“Welcome back, then,” he answered, turning to walk back down the hallway.
“Love is just an illusion, too,” she called after him, her sultry voice floating down the hallway of its own accord.
And so, he wondered. If the ‘false’ world was just an illusion, did that mean that his feelings about his family were, too?
He’d talk to Road when she woke up.
But for now, he picked up the book he had been reading earlier and flipped a page.
The title this time was ‘Love’.
“Damn,” he sighed, tipping his head back to stare at the cieling. “I’m never reading Road’s books again.”