EDIT: Hopefully I'll have this finished soon, but no promises~
Okay, so a bunch of people have been harrassing me to write an AU for D.Gray-Man. So here is the preview that's been sitting around for a very long time... Pfft~ Yeah, two months later and this is still a WIP fiction since I keep screwing around with the ending. Its TykkiXLavi (LUCKY) since I seem to have the easiest time writing for that pairing.
This preview will be included in the first chapter, but this has no hint at a pairing yet... Besides, it describes the relationships and some of the roles that I've made the characters serve~
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“Ne, Tykki?”
“Hmm?”
He looked up from the book he’d been immersed in, a downward tilt and dull expression the only things showing his annoyance an being disturbed. The small girl looked down at her feet, toying with the laces at the end of her skirt. Black… The color of mourning. She must have seen something horrible in a vision to be wearing such a thing, especially with the small beaded veil that fell across her face from the bottom of her tiny, rose-embroidered hat. He waited, starting when her head snapped up and large, tear-filled eyes met his own golden gaze.
“Promise me… Promise me that you won’t go near anyone with red hair. Please, promise me that!”
The weight in his trembling hands became too much and his book fell with an audible thump to the hardwood below. It sounded silly but more than once had she come crying to their kinsmen, more than once had she given them such a vague warning… And more than once had their family fell because they would not listen, would not believe she who had never been wrong.
Their happy family of fourteen was now down to eleven in merely a year. Skin met his Asian murderer in a shack down in the soggy highlands of Ullapool not four months ago. Jasdevi had gone out partying late one evening, meeting his vampire in the backstreets of London not a week after they had lost Skin. The “Fourteenth”, as his family called him since no matter how hard they tried to find, no name would suit him, was suicidal and ran straight to his own death in Lichtenstein six months before the other two. He would be more careful than they had, he’d listen to the girl that stood crying before him.
Unconsciously Tykki twirled a short black curl around the tip of his left index finger. There were no redheads in their England estate. All of the servants were brunette and their entire family had black hair naturally. His brother’s wife was blonde so she would pose no problems for him… No one in the caverns nor mines had red hair, not even a strawberry blonde amongst the group. Who had he missed? Pursing his lips, he mentally sorted through the list of dreams he had yet to move through, the people he had yet to give horrors they would never forget.
If Rhode Kamelot was a “Dream Walker” then Tykki Mikk was a “Dream Manipulator”. He had been cursed to take pleasure from and live off of only the fear of stranger’s minds… A modern day Nightmare if you will. He did not sleep, his mind danced throughout the unwilling victims thoughts, bringing out their most wretched memories or playing their fears and making their lives flash before their eyes in illusion.
Occasionally, Tykki would run across a woman who looked just like the girl who cursed him, and on those occasions, she would change his image into something less frightening and force him to play her mind games. He would be rendered useless to his own damning cause. Thanks to the last one he’d run into, he now had long canines and a crazed fetish for red things… Especially blood. It pissed him off how he’d gone from terrifying to every woman’s dream sex toy in only a night.
Women truly are blood thirsty creatures with the most absurd addiction to the forbidden.
“Tykki… Do you… Will you promise?”
Tykki nodded his head towards the girl. ‘Of course I would… I’m not ready to die just yet.’ A drip of sweat ran down his brow, getting caught on the tip of his short wavy mane. With this, he really may not being going out into the sunlight ever again.
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“ACHOO!!”
He shook, taking a step back to balance himself, the power of his sneeze having caught him off guard. Running a finger beneath his nostrils, he rubbed the skin incase anything more unsightly than near invisible cobwebs had been knocked loose from his nose.
“Lavi… Are you alright? You aren’t coming down with a cold are you?”
Directing his gaze towards the landlord’s sister, he shuddered at the sight of her short hair. It had grown back a little, nearly to the length of his, in the two years since the car accident that had burned the beautiful black mane right off her head. It didn’t suit her, she was the embodiment of “cute” before her long pig tails had been ruined, but now… It just seemed odd to Lavi, Linali was still cute yes, but there was something completely different about her now that bugged him.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he smiled a friendly smile that could fool everyone he’d ever met into thinking he was happy. Rubbing the back of his head with his free hand, Lavi turned that smile into a goofy grin that caused the girl to giggle.
“Nah, you know I’m fine, after all, fool’s don’t catch colds.”
He mouthed a silent “Ow” as a fist collided with his arm. Laughing hysterically, he caressed what he was certain would turn into a bruise. ‘Thank God she didn’t kick me.’ He willed away the uneasiness that had settled itself in his stomach at the thought of the ex-kick boxing champion’s foot colliding with any part of his body. Linali Li may be a cute, petite little Chinese girl, but she could let loose a kick that might just shatter more than a few ribs. Strong women never appealed to the redhead but for some reason those killer legs made her a hell of a lot more likeable, even without the threats of her psycho brother to anyone that so much as looked like they might not be pleased with her.
“Lavi! How many times do I have to tell you? You are not a fool, an idiot, nor are you stupid or anything else you can think to insult yourself with!”
She puffed up her cheeks as she glared daggers into the man before her. It infuriated her to no end how her friend would insult himself in such ways and it made her even more pissed when he’d just laugh away her concern for him. Lavi was always hiding something from her and damn it, she wanted to know what it is! Linali always worried too much it was true, but why couldn’t her friends see that it only made it worse to hide things? ‘I’m your friend aren’t I?’ She reached out to touch his cheek, she opened her mouth to ask what she could do to help, but he had already twisted the handle to his apartment and disappeared through the doorway.
“FINE! I didn’t want to help you anyway!”
She yelled at the closed crimson door, tears trying to form from the water that stung her eyes. Hearing the lock click from the other side, she kicked the door, putting a large dint that she knew the green-eyed male would NOT have fun explaining to her brother the landlord.
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“Master, are you alright?”
Maria bent down and began to clean up the shattered glass that had scattered across the floor. She never understood what he found so arousing about the sick thrill of possibly blowing his hand off as he cleaned his gun still loaded and the safety clicked off. Her master was certainly the biggest adrenaline junkie the world had ever seen, at least, when he wasn’t in the local pub downing enough booze to kill the entire city, that is. He was surrounded by enough women to make an incubus jealous most of time, and those women were quite lucky that he didn’t sneeze and nearly blow their heads off like he had almost done to her.
“That would be the shits if I’m catching something…”
Cross dabbed at his nose with a napkin, a slight flush of embarrassment covering his exposed cheek as he watched his servant clean up the destroyed vase. ‘Maybe someone was just talking about me and how notorious I am!’
“Mistress Klaude is not going to be happy when she comes home.”
“Your right… How are we going to explain the bullet ho-”
“You aren’t.”
Cross Marian winced as a harsh female voice struck him from behind. He turned to meet his blonde fiancé, trying his best not to die as she glared the most realistic daggers he’d ever felt. The muscles in his legs twitched as he got ready to run to the nearest exit. He would flee only because he’d rather cut his long, gorgeous red hair then have his bounty-hunting days ended by a very pissed off woman with a creepy pet monkey. Looking down at the pocket of the over-coat he’d forgotten to take off, he smirked as it vibrated and shook violently in an attempt to get him to answer.
“God I love cell phones.”
Marian sprinted in the opposite direction of the fuming woman, boots crunching down on shards as he pulled out the device and flipped it open.
“Yes?”
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“Mmm…”
Slipping into the hot water, he felt his eyes attempt to roll back into his head as the warmth filled him to his core. Tykki propped himself up against the cool, cream colored edge of the tub. Letting his eyelids flutter shut, he basked in the calming heat of the steam that rose to touch his grey epidermis from where it was unable to settle at the water’s surface.
His skin seemed to melt off as he changed to reveal his original, stigmata-less light skin. Tykki raised the tips of his fingers to his mouth, stroking his full lips before letting his head loll back. He stretched his neck so that, as he moved his digits lower, they would trail lightly over his Adams apple. The sensual touch had him shivering in a bath that had yet to cool.
“Tyyyyyykkkkkiiiiii!!!!!”
He spun around, his skin turned back to grey as his mood changed and his smile replaced itself with a scowl. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub onto the tiled floor and soaking the corners of the crimson rug. If looks could kill, his brother would have died mid-leap as he flew through the door.
“I thought I locked that!”
“You did?”
Sherrill turned and did a double take of the door that he’d had no problem forcing open. The knob was bent at an odd angle and sure enough, the button that controlled the locking mechanism was still pushed in. ‘Oops.’ He brought his right hand up to his face and made a thumbs up as he turned back to his little brother. Laughing, he grinned idiotically at younger man that seemed only a tad upset at his little soak being interrupted.
“Oh well, it’s not a problem!”
Tykki buried his face in his hands, his fingers twined through the tips of the silky black tresses at his forehead. That man made him want to pull his own hair out sometimes he was so damn annoying. ‘I know he’s just pretending to be stupid, but damn he’s a good actor.’ He slowly ran his hands down his face, linking his fingers in front of his mouth as he propped his elbows on the edges of the bath.
“Sherrill, tell me. What is the point of putting locks on my doors if you’re just going to destroy them?”
“It‘s so I can spend even more time with my beloved little brother.”
‘More time of me chewing your ass out and you just ignoring it you mean.’ He frowned at the older man who came to sit with his back against the tub. Looking down at him, it was really tempting to take the shampoo bottle and beat him over the head with it. Though the other’s cranium was only a few centimeters from his chin so it would be easy to just bend over the edge and head-butt him. Something in his sibling’s sigh and suddenly serious air stopped him from exacting his revenge.
“Tykki, I don’t think you should sleep tonight.”
“Rhode told you then?”
They sat in a companionable silence of understanding, unspoken words echoing throughout their minds. Tykki sighed against his hands as he untwined his fingers and moved to be right above Sherrill. He slipped his fingers through the long dark strands of the man’s hair, caressing the scalp beneath.
“If I told that the second I catch even just a glimpse of red that I’ll awaken… Would that make you reconsider what I know you’re thinking of doing?”
“Swear it.”
He pursed his lips as he felt, more than saw, Sherrill’s hands reach up and tangle his digits Tykki’s short waves. The strain was painful as the pale hands pulled, forcing his head down to look at the man who was now looking up at him. The serious expression on the other’s face frightened him, as the iron grip in his mane held tightened when he tried to pull back and look away.
“Tykki, look at me and swear it.”
“Alright.”
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So what do we know now?
Tykki Mykk
Yep, he's been made to look like a vampire by some chick that he ran into as he wreaked havoc on people's dreams (turning them to nightmares so he could feed off of the fear). This was due to the curse that he (and his family) were put under decades ago by a very pissy witch that wasn't pleased when he couldn't return her love.
Rhode Kamelot
I made her his niece like she now is in the manga but changed her personality a tad and gave her the ability to recieve premonitions.
Skinn
Met his unsightly demise at the hands of a samurai-wannabe in Scotland.
Yuu Kanda
Killed Skinn and more shall be revealed later >:DDD
Jasdebi
Murdered by some snack-happy vampire that was having a tad too much fun noshing on his neck.
Arystar Krory III
Vampire that sucked JD dry~<3
The Fourteenth Noah
Suicidal, greeted his own death at the hands of a scarred 15 year old white-haired boy.
Allen Walker
Killed the Fourteenth, more shall be revealed later >:DDDD
Lavi
He's some bum that lives in an apartment complex!! 8D YAY!
Okay, I didn't actually explain that much for him as I didn't want to put in any SPOILERS.
Linali Li
Ex-Kick Boxing champion, got into an accident that caused her hair to be burnt off. She's the sister of the landlord of the apartments where Lavi lives, also being Lavi's "friend" and someone he's slightly frightened of.
Komui Li
The LANDLORD!! Huzzah!
Maria
IT'S ALIIIIIVVVEEEE!!! XDDD
I actually wanted to incorporate her into this fiction so I turned her into Cross's servant.
Cross Marian
Okay, I didn't explain much about him either,
but we know that he's Klaude/Cloud Nyne's fiancé and a tad bit of a womanizer. I also turned him into an adrenaline junkie for some interesting effects later on~
Klaude Nyne
Constant PMSing?
Very angry woman who has a thing for antiques and other pretty decorative items. Apparently, she even has enough power to put Cross in his place (if she could catch him)!
Sherrill Kamelot
OMMPG!! It's Superman's fruity cousin!
Okay, not quite, but I did give him an incredible boost of strength (amongst other things) so he can harrass the Hell out of Tykki. Despite being a very carefree soul, he has a deep love for his kin and doesn't want anything to happen to them.
Manipulation Game in general:
Not your normal AU... Don't you all get tired of the teacher-student type crap that normally happens in these? This is fantasy gone wild and dammit, I didn't even bother to do any research! :D
I'll be cutting out parts later on to keep it PG-13 so that I can post it here (you'll be missing the best parts but you know the rules about too much violence and sexual whatevers).
