Illusionist {D.Gray-Man Fanfic}

Preposition

Chapter 1: Proposition

Illusion: A thing that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses... A deceptive appearance or impression... A false idea or belief. It comes from Middle English (in the sense 'deceiving, deception'): via Old French from Latin illusio(n-), from illudere 'to mock,' from in- 'against' + ludere 'play.'

"I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside... I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind..." - Cypress Hill

No matter how you look at it, Illusions are something that is unavoidable; a constant normalcy in everyone's life. No matter how much people convince themselves that they don't live in an illusion and always live in reality, that in itself... Is an illusion.

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Dominique growled as she blocked another one of Sheril's attacks, Kanda had blocked another one as well. And as the battle dragged on, she began to notice both of their movements were slowing down.

Eyes widening in realization, she grabbed Kanda by his arm and jumped a good feet away from earshot of the Noah.

"What are you doin-!"

"Shut up!" She growled as she tugged on his ponytail, "He's trying to tire us out so it will be easier for him to take us down."

Though her warning fell upon def ears as Kanda shoved her away and charged once more at the black haired Noah. "Kanda!" She shouted. Eyes widening when he suddenly froze, and the soft glint of very thin, lethal string extending from Sheril and onto Kanda's limbs.

"Shall I punish you, boy. For interrupting two adults talking?" Sheril's lips pulled up into a cruel grin as he neared the exorcist. Only stopping when the sudden feeling of insanity and the light sound of a dark hymn.

Sheril looked over at Dominique; eyes widening in surprise.

Her blond hair turned into that beautiful lime green and her eyes turned crimson with a gold pupil. Her light caramel skin paling into porcelain. Slowly, did Dominique look up at him, and her lips parted as she said something that dripped with a Spainish accent and malice, "Sit enim comedit et caligine consopita est insania morte musica ..."

"So, you show your Judas form to me?" Sheril smirked, "It's an honor.."

"You Noah are so irritating.. Thinking you're stronger than everything not noah... " She began to walk over to him. "It make's me so... insane..." A crooked grin played it's way to her lips as the sound of laughs, cries, and violence of all the living things she's observed or even killed play softly as if wind.

She stopped walking once Kanda's loud scream of pain filled her ears.

"One step closer and I rip him apart." Sheril smiled.

"...B-Baka onna!... J-Just kill ... the No-" ANother scream filled the air.

"Stop that!" She growled before the hymns died out. "What do you want... Noah?"

"Well, I honestly just wanted to talk to you~ Dominique~"

"About?"

"I have a proposition..."

"Onna!" Kanda screamed once more, horribly, before passing out from the pain of the strings tugging harshly on his limbs.

Dominique looked worriedly at Kanda's limp body hanging by string, "Look at me when I'm talking to you... He's not dead, just passed out. So now, we have some privacy." Sheril said, once more gaining the Judas woman's attention.

"What kind of proposition?" She asked.

"Come over to this side; the Noah's." He seemed absolutely normal now. As if he wasn't a Noah but a simple, warm hearted man. "Your family is much like my own - We're the only other people that could actually understand you. Unlike the Black Order." His tone dark, "They have resorted to using children not even able to sync with innocence properly to fight the war. They will do whatever they see fit to win this war... Even if it means putting children and innocent people's lives at risk."