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

Century Breakdown- 'Part Two'

The blizzard had finally ceased when the sun rose up the sky, gracing the earth of what little warm it could provide to at ease the cold inhabitants were feeling. Its light rays made it through the thick clouds, caressing the soft white blanket of snow that covered the soil underneath, and penetrated through the mosaic glass that was the chapel's window where the teens spent the night, waking the Japanese when it hit his eyelids. Said Japanese stirred and groaned, feeling his muscles stiff from an uncomfortable sleeping position the whole night, as he slowly came around. His eyelids fluttered open, unravelling its dark orbs that lied within; he stared at the thing, the crystallized white coffin that was in front of him with his clouded vision. He blinked twice and rubbed the sleep away as he yawned; stretching his arms upward, and looked back at the coffin. Now that he was fully awake, he noticed that it was less dense and he could make out the whole right arm in what it looked like an over large white long sleeve and the tranquil face the sleeping child inside made. Just then, he realized that the white fur he saw last time was not a fur at all but a long, very long, about thrice or so the height of the child, soft-looking white hair. As though he was enchanted by the child's holy-like appearance, he rose up from the floor quietly so as not to disturb the others and walked up to the child; his boots made a soft tapping sound that echoed softly as he took a step, hitting the tiled floor with his light march.

It seemed like nothing had change, be it day or night. The light that came from above where a simple round, transparent glass was never disappeared which made him think that the God never left his throne to bestow his glorious light upon the child and illuminate the chapel that was home for the little one.

Rotasu stepped beyond the set boundary and gently touched the surface of the coffin where the little one's face can be seen. He looked at the boy for a moment, admiring his innocence for once, and jolted at the sound of the door being opened. He spun around; heart never beat as fast as it did that very moment, fearing that someone from his seniors came.

"Who..." trailed off the man with slick black hair in exorcist uniform as he stared at the boy; his hands still on the knob and the edge of the wooden door. Someone then came forward from behind the said man. He had the same slick hair only it was brown in color and wore the soldier's uniform. Both men were in their early twenties.

The brown haired man stepped aside and walked forward, asking what Rotasu was doing in the place and why there were students sleeping on the floor when he noticed them at the corner of his eye.

Rotasu rubbed the back of his head; his gaze averted to the other side, thinking for an excuse that would save them from any kind of predicament that would be given upon them. "Uhm... we kind of..." he struggled for words. "... lost...?" Said the Japanese as he looked back at his seniors whilst smiling sheepishly. He only received a bemused look, though at his lame and absolutely invalid excuse.

"Well." Said the brown haired man. "Can't you think of any excuse that is quite believable?"

"Believable or not, they broke the rule." Retorted the other. "C'mon, kid. Wake your pals up. You still have more or less an hour before the golems knock in your rooms and find out you lot are here."

"Yeah. We won't tell anyone you were here the whole night."

Rotasu could not help, but released the air he had held in his chest and smiled, thanking them. He then rushed to his friends' side and woke them up while the exorcist and soldier walked farther in up to the Heart to ask for the blessing, guidance, and protection before they set off for their mission.

Waking the twins was just a piece of cake, but waking Dilan was no easy at all since he was a heavy sleeper and it was bad enough that he was not a morning person.