Century Breakdown: Angel's Last Song OVA [D. Gray- Man Fan-fiction]

Century Breakdown- 'Part One'

The vast library that smelled of old stationary and plume was filled with students of fifth year from class A to class C. All seats and tables were occupied with books piled up high beside each of the students. There was this one table though that had only one occupant and the seats around it were vacant as though no one wished to sit or be near the red head guy.

"Mind if I sit here?" He heard someone spoke, so he tore off his eyes on his book and looked up to see the green haired boy, smiling at him with a book in his arm.

"Just keep your trap shut or I'll smash you up." Said, or more like, threatened Dilan.

Liam quietly pulled the chair and sat on it. He then opened his book and started reading. "Say... Dilan." He spoke after a long silence. "Can I spend the night with you?" At his words, Dilan snapped his head toward the green haired guy, looking bewildered.

"What are you smoking?" Asked Dilan in which Liam had to raise a brow and struggled to hide his laughter though he failed resulting into a fit of giggles. Dilan, annoyed at Liam's reaction, glared at the boy. He patiently waited for the boy to calm down before giving him a look that said to explain his self.

"Haa... sorry about that, Dilan. Hehe. Did you think that I'm a homo or something? That's why you asked me that? Well, sorry. You got it wrong. I just wanted to avoid my sister tonight. I don't want to end up as her guinea pig again."

"Did she make some ridiculous drugs again?"

"Yup. Last time Rotasu was the victim. He wound up having to shave his arms that grew hair." Liam giggled behind his palm.

"Hush!" They heard one of the students who were studying in a quiet yet irritated tone. Liam looked back and apologized.

Meanwhile, in one of the rooms of the girl's dormitory, Lian Lee locked herself up, grinning to herself as she lifted the vial with malicious pink liquid in it up to her eye level.

"Now, to whom shall I test this?" Asked the green haired girl to herself, wondering if her twin brother would volunteer.

The day soon ended and the students and teachers alike prepared to retire for the night.

Outside the huge building was a tranquil eve as the snowflakes fell down from the heaven's, swaying along with the mild winter breeze, and covered the earth like a soft blanket. Soon, the night was not young anymore. Everyone inside the building was all fast asleep except to one person. Footsteps appeared, starting from the back door of the building, and disappeared into the woods. Following the trail that was on the snow-covered ground, it lead farther from the building and ended in front of the pearly white chapel designed with golden and delicate swirls where a dark haired boy in thick gray winter jacket stood on the door step. It was his first time to see the chapel up close, and so he gaped at the beautiful, well made structure. His eyes widened in admiration as his gaze travelled upward, marvelling and absorbing its features as though he was enchanted. However, he was woken up from his stunned state when he heard a sort of sound, a melody coming from the other side of the door. It was a quiet tone muffled by the walls, yet he could tell that it was some kind of a lullaby. He had been curious as to why such a beautiful piece of art was off limits to them students, and had been waiting for the day to come when their mentor will introduce it to them. He had been waiting patiently, but now he could not wait any longer. The song that he just heard made him want to see what inside was. The song seemed creepy at the secluded place, but the boy felt no fear as his right hand reached for the doorknob subconsciously and pushed the door open, wincing at its creaking sound.

What he saw inside was a tall white crystal-like coffin, standing at the aisle, illuminated by the moon's light that penetrated through the glass that was right above the said coffin, making it look like it had its own glow. The boy walked in and stopped right in front of the coffin, leaving the door open. He leaned his face closer to it to have a good look.