dgray_man | A New Age

Story: A New Age

Chapter: 01. Heavy Eyes and Longing

Rating: K+ (planned to be at a higher rating in the near future)

Disclaimer: If I owned this, I would definitely not be posting it here on the web :]

Summary: Years after the first War between the Exorcist's and the Akuma. Peace can never truly last.

Authors Note: So I started this story a little while back. It was inspired by a role-playing DGM I started with a couple of friends. The main characters are AOC(authors original characters) but I plan to have some of the old guys make appearances :] This is my first DGM fic so I hope it isn't too bad but I do enjoy my characters and I really hope you all do as well! There will be a lot of complexities as the story goes on that I am eager to write.
Please enjoy :] I do love comments that are positive or negative so please make sure too!! I want to know what your thoughts/opinions are!

Setting/Background

A century has passed since the Great War between The Black Order and The Millennium Earl. Though the war did not span a great deal through time the amount of casualties did not slacken. It was during that war at which level 4 Akuma surfaced more frequently, and where the Innocence’s developed dramatically among Exorcists. By the end of the war, The Black Order ascended to victory. They defeated The Clan of Noah, which was the earls’ most powerful asset.

Unfortunately for the Order the most important enemy, their soul enemy, The Millennium Earl, had escaped. After all the Noah were annihilated the Earl fled into hiding. Though in hiding he did not discontinue the creating his Akumas'. The only difference was the amount at which he distributed.

The Order kept alert and continued on in their normal ways, still though it was much more a time of peace. But there was always the lingering suspicion that the Earl was raising his army again. So teams of Exorcists were always on the move, either killing his Akuma or searching for any clues that may lead to him. The Order searched diligently but was continually met with disappointment.

The Earl hid well.

Throughout the century following the Earl’s defeated many things changed for the Order, mainly for the Exorcists. The first Arc that had been apprehended by the Order in the first war, thanks to Allen Walker and others, was studied further and a great deal was learned of it. Scientists of the Order discovered a method to move the Arc without needing Allen, the musician. The method the scientists attained was a program that made it possible for the Arc to move to any location desired by simply using a keypad. Only one keypad exists and it is in the Supervisor’s care, he moves it usually but all decision relies with him.

But peace and advancement can only last so long.

Again a century has passed since the Great War where the Black Order first defeated the Earl. It seems now they will have to do the same. The Millennium Earl has returned and brought a new known horror with him. He has a larger amount of Akuma of higher levels and has rejuvenated the Noah Clan with new members. Their powers are greater this time; the Earl has made sure of that. So thus comes the second war that will bring on again… A New Age.

Chapter 01. Heavy Eyes and Longing

The long halls of the Black Order were lighted brightly with fluorescent lights that hung every 100 feet or so. The rhythmic sound of feet against smooth stone floor echoed lightly in the deserted halls.

Squinting as she made her way, Hataki Rakuda shifted the folders of mission reports in her hands. Looking up at the lights her face then fashioned a slight frown. She always preferred not to walk the halls of the order at night; the ridiculously bright lights always seemed to give her a headache. Well really she preferred sleeping at night, but with her title and rank that rarely occurred. The Supervisor always assigned her his paperwork, that, he, himself was too lazy to do.

She wondered why she put up with it.

Eventually she reached her seemingly long trek’s destination. Fumbling with the folders in her hands she barely managed to open the door without dropping them. As she walked inside, she kicked the door back with her heel. The loud slam of the door that attained her kick sent the sleeping Supervisor shooting upright from his heavily crowded desk of papers. His hair was completely distorted and a red mark adorned his forehead from the papers he had just recently been using as a pillow.

“As the saying goes. Sleep when you’re dead, Supervisor.” She said simply, trying but failing to hide her irritation and sleepiness. Heading over to the front of his desk she dropped the folders heavily atop the mountain of paperwork that already adorned it. She then copied the motion by plopping down in one of the chairs just as heavily.

The drowsy Supervisor rubbed his eyes and finally took notice of her and the large pile of folders in front of him. He looked at the folders silently with an evident look of disregard. Then, as if forcefully moving his hand, he reached up and grabbed the very top folder. “Did you finish everything?” He asked, his voice raspy as he opened the folder.

Hataki opened her eyes, which she unconsciously had closed and looked at him. “Yea. Everything in there’s done and signed, well stamped with your signature and looked at by yours truly.” She said then yawned lightly.

The Supervisor nodded and skimmed through the folder in his hands. “Ok sounds good. Thank you General.” He said officially.

Hataki looked over at him and rolled her eyes. “Isamu how long have we known each other?”

“For a while now.” He set down the folder and returned her gaze.

“So there’s no need for the formalities. Hataki is just fine when it’s the two of us.”

Isamu smiled and waved a hand at her. “Yea, yea. Got it. Thanks again. You’re free to go to your quarters…” he paused just for effect. “…Hataki.”

She laughed lightly and rose to her feet to head out of his office. Isamu watched her as she left.

“Oh one thing before you go…”

She paused and turned. “Yea?”

“I have a mission for you. Well actually, I need you to go and assist General Nyoko. It seems she is having some difficulties ridding her area of Akuma.”

Hataki nodded, a small smirk made its way onto her face. “She must be annoyed. Did she actually request assistance?”

“No, are you kidding. The only reason I’m aware of this is because her medic contacted me a couple of hours ago.”

“What exactly is the problem? I know she’s more than capable of killing them, with that unique innocence of hers.” She looked at him intently.

“Its not that. All her medic said was that there were some…complications. I don’t have all the facts straight but I want you to go take care of this. You need to leave tomorrow as early as possible.”

Hataki suddenly looked more tired than she did the moment before. “Ok. I’ll leave first thing in the morning. Where exactly am I going?”

“Not far. It’s a small town outside of Paris. I don’t recall its name.”

“Why does that not surprise me? Well ok. I’ll be at the Arc at 5 a.m.”

“I’ll set the coordinates. Good night Hataki.”

“That’s General.” She gave him a final glare then walked out.

“Now there’s no need to be all pissy Hata…” She slammed the door before he could finish.

The sun was barely surfacing the horizon, Hataki noticed wholly all too well. It was just another reminder of how early it was, her other was her complete feeling of weariness. All she wanted to do was catch up on her hours of lost sleep. It was thoughts like these that made Hataki wish she were a bear, or anything that hibernated.

She shook the absurd thought away and brought her drifting mind back to reality. It was 5 o’clock sharp, Hataki never liked to be late, and she was already approaching the entrance to the Arc room.

It had been long since the time they had obtained the Arc, the Order that is. It ranged back to the first large-scale war between the Exorcists and the Millennium Earls forces of Akuma and the Clan of Noah, which the Exorcists had won. Their victory had passed a century ago, truly it seemed so much shorter of time. Akuma still roamed the land, so the Millennium Earl still existed. Hataki always contemplated the thought of the Earls return. She knew he would, everyone suspected it. The thing left questioned was when exactly he would. She almost wished he would hurry and save her the unwanted suspense.

Now in the massive Arc room she paused at the entrance and simply just looked at it. It did not matter how many times she had been in and out of the Arc room; it still amazed her. The ceiling was so high that she had to squint to see it, but that didn’t matter much because the substantial Arc at the center of the room blocked off most view. The huge cube shaped machine hovered lightly in the air, bobbing up and down smoothly. Redirecting her steady gaze she walked the remainder of the way to the Arc’s access ramp. She then walked up the ramp to the entrance.

Traveling through the Arc always seemed to be a blur; over the years the journeys through the Arc had increased in their speed thanks to the scientists of the Order. To Hataki’s knowledge there was a whole city inside the Arc, but she wasn’t too sure for she herself hadn’t yet seen it. The only evidence of its existence was that of people’s stories over the years. She was sure some of the higher ups of the Order knew, maybe even Isamu; their little secretes always bothered her.

Hataki was now at the top of the ramp, one more step and she would be in the Arc. She stopped, as she always did to take one final deep breath, for the next step was far more than a mere 2 feet. Then with a single raise and drop of the foot, she was gone.

A low hum rang in her ears and the feeling of falling was fully present. Try as she would, her eyes would not open. She urged them on, focusing all movement to her eyelids. Yet her concentration and will power wasn’t enough. It would only be but a few split seconds, then she would be done and out. The pressure of her weight returned abruptly, giving her back her controlled balance. Her eyes finally shot open but to her dismay they looked upon not the Arc’s inside, which she truly wished to see. Not wanting to wait she made her way down the ramp onto the grassy ground of her destination. Just as she stepped off the ramp the Arc was gone, back to its room in the Order.

Ahead of her she saw the small town that rested at the roots of pleasant rolling hills. Far in the distance the Eiffel Tower stood tall with the city of Paris surrounding it. She started her normal paced walk down the small slope of a hill toward the town. She was relieved the town was a small one; it would make it much easier to find Nyoko.

Just in and out. Find Nyoko, get rid of the Akuma, back home, and sleep awaits. She repeated the hopeful thought.

She reached the edge of the town, where the grass turned to the cobble stoned streets. The small town had a dreary mood; people seemed to walk the streets almost in a mechanical matter. First stop would be the local hotel, or inn if that’s what they called it. If Nyoko was having trouble she was sure that her best bet of finding her would be there in her room drinking, or at the bar drinking. This wasn’t Hataki’s first time coming to assist Nyoko, and she was as sure as hell it wouldn’t be her last. Hataki again thanked the fact that the town was small as she caught sight of the inn almost instantly. Stepping in she looked around until her eyes met the bar, which unfortunately contained no Nyoko. She then walked up to the front desk where a big stocky man sat lazily behind. It seemed the inn wasn’t visited quite frequently.

Leaning against the desk she waited patiently for the guy. He seemed not to notice her, or much of anything else as he continued to stare off into his own little world. She cleared her throat. Still not a single ounce of recognition came from him.

“Excuse me?” she said politely but loud enough to attain attention.

The guy stayed almost completely motionless except the movement of his eyes to her. Still he said nothing. “Um…I was wondering if a woman named Nyoko was staying here. I’m supposed to be meeting her here in this town and I’m not exactly sure if she’s staying here or not.” She said kindly.

The guy stayed completely still for maybe a minute or so, then finally spoke. “She’s in room 7.” No emotion was displayed on his face; it was just the pure simple movement of his mouth. She nodded in thanks and walked toward the stairs leading to all the rooms. The mans oddness of behavior left her pondering it. She’d hardly ever seen someone so… placid. Continuing on she looked for the room, passing few others.

Room 5…6…7! Bingo. She stopped at the room and brought her hand to the fringy doorknob. With it unlocked she turned it easily and stepped in, she didn't feel the need to knock. As she looked into the stuffy hotel room her expression suddenly went rigid. “What the…?”

A New Age - Chapter One