Creating Hope

Creating Hope~D. Gray Man

Third story. Kind of a hiatus project since I've lost a bit of my inspiration on D. Gray Man Asylum. But that one may be updated soon, since I'm already halfway done with my draft. So. Deal with this crappy story for now. ^~^

A man with short, unruly brown hair walked down the dirt road of the small town. He glanced up at the gray sky, just barely able to see the mountain-like tip of the Dark Order. He stopped for a moment, his golden eyes flicking forward just in time to see a little yellow ball with wings and a fluffed up tail barreling toward him. He yelped in surprise as the ball bumped into his chest, fairly hard, and and it fell to the ground in a daze. The man bent down to father the ball in his hands. "No way... Timcanpy?" He murmured questioningly.

"Tim!" A voice whined from in front of the man. He looked up to see a boy, panting. He had white hair, silver eyes, and pale skin. He looked up, revealing the red scar across his left eye. "I-I'm sorry.. He just suddenly flew off in excitement..." The boy said in a tired voice. The man's head tilted to the side when he noticed the silver symbol on the boy's black coat. It was an exorcist's uniform. "Excuse me, young man." He started, holding Tim in his hands. "You're an exorcist, correct? May I speak to you?" He asked politely. He just had to find out why this boy, an exorcist even, had Timcanpy. Before he'd died, he'd given the golem to his best friend, Cross. But if this boy had it now, then where was Cross?

The boy looked curious, but nodded, causing his white bangs to fall in his face. The two walked away from the road to sit on a bench, the man still holding Tim. The boy looked up at him after a few moments of silence. "Um... I'm Allen, by the way. Allen Walker."

He introduced with a soft smile. The man glanced down at him. "Hello, then, Allen. I am Neah Campbell." He said quietly, petting the golden golem as it nuzzled his hand.

"May I ask you something, Neah?" Allen asked. The man nodded slightly. "I've heard your name mentioned by the Clan of Noah. You're the 14th, aren't you? The one that killed almost all of them so long ago. The one who created Tim and gave him to my master."

Neah blinks down at him in surprise, but nods. So this kid was Cross's apprentice. And if Allen knew of the Noah, then that must mean they had all reincarnated and the war had started once more. He looked directly at Allen. Truthfully, even though he hated the Noah, he wanted to return home. It wasn't like he necessarily had anywhere else to go, truthfully. "My family... Huh?" He murmured.

Allen's silver eyes suddenly became sad. "But... There's something you should know..." He said softly. Neah tilted his head, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Allen sighs. "The war is over. The Order won. Most of the Noah are dead. The rest surrendered, although they can still stay at the Ark." He explained in a hushed voice.

Neah hums softly. "Hm... I guess that's pretty good on my end, actually. Causes me less trouble." He muttered. The boy looked up at him in slight shock. "Wait... A few of them... They said they wanted you to come back. It may be odd for me as an exorcist, but... They really need you right now. There's been no sign of them at all. You should go to them." He said.

Neah sighed, running a hand through his hair as Timcanpy nudged his shoulder encouragingly. Both Allen and the little golem wanted him to go see the people that he loathed. "I guess it wouldn't cause any harm." He sighed.

Allen smiled, showing a hint of gentleness and sympathy. "Just he careful. The last time I saw them, they were in really unstable conditions... A lot has happened..." He said.

Neah nods. He stands, Tim flying to sit on Allen's shoulder. "Thanks. See you, I guess." He said, waving half-heartedly to Allen as he stood and walked off. Straight towards the last place on earth he'd wanted to go back to.

Kind of short. Next one will certainly be longer. Vote, comment, fan, and I hope you enjoyed. :)