The Marshal's Daughter (D.Gray-Man/DGM Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Enter, Road Kamelot

The Exorcists left the pub and headed to Miranda's apartment. Allen was still wondering why the Akumas pulled out, but so does Iris. It was definitely odd.

A part of her felt regret. Maybe she should've just killed them so this whole Rewinding Town business is over.

"Miranda, Miranda~ Poor, poor Miranda! Ugly, unlucky, just plain useless! Out gain to look for a job? They'll just fire you, you lazy slob!" They came cross a bunch of kids singing about Miranda and Iris knew those kids. They were the ones who pinpointed the narrow street where Miranda would use to go home.

The redhead sweatdropped at their song. What a sad life Miranda had lived.

Upon arriving at her apartment room, Lenalee knocks on the door several times but no one was answering. They can hear Miranda, but she isn't responding.

Having no choice, Iris steps up and hold the doorknob. "We're coming in!" When she was about to bust open the door along with a twist of the knob, the door opens.

"Nooo! How did you get in here?!" Miranda shrieks, having tears in her eyes.

"Um... Just through the door." Allen answered her question.

"It was unlocked." Iris sweatdropped as Lenalee closes the door.

"Then don't just barge in here!" Her cries became much louder.

"We knocked, but you didn't answer." Lenalee smiles apologetically.

The woman was panicking and she kept on screaming, so Lenalee asked her to calm down politely and calmly. "How am I supposed to calm down?!" Miranda says as her necklace broke and she lost balance trying to catch it.

Lenalee tried to catch her but was too late. Miranda gets the item attached to the necklace, holding it preciously.

"Does that belong to that clock?" Lenalee looked at the loud ticking clock. The rest followed suit.

"I-Isn't it stupid of me to treasure such a useless trinket?" The woman looks up to see their faces.

The Exorcists looked at each other.

"Not at all. It holds a lot of memories for you, doesn't it?" Lenalee smiles.

"Why would you even ask other people's opinion concerning something sentimental to you? People can't see and understand how precious certain items are the same way the owner does. It's precious to you, that's it. Don't listen to what other people say." Iris says, half-lecturing someone who is older than her.

Miranda was quiet for a while, but she spoke.

"There are just some people who are just useless, no matter what they do. I'm one of them. I've never been thanked, ever. I've never been useful in anyway. I just wanted to be appreciated, to have someone acknowledge that I was a human being... Then I found it."

"When I saw that useless, thrown-out clock, it was as though I was looking in a mirror. The beautiful chines of that unwanted clock somehow resonated with my very soul. It felt as though it was accepting me, despite of my incompetence."

"So, it's my prized possession. After all, it's the only thing that needs me."

"Um... We need you as well." Allen says politely.

"Eh?"

"As we told you earlier, you are the only one in this town who remains unaffected by this phenomenon. I'm positive that it's because you came in contact with the Innocence that's causing it."