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08 August 2009 @ 06:56 am
Voodoo Doll [Cross x Maria]  
Title: Voodoo Doll
Pairing: Cross x Maria
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Genre: Romance, Backstory
Rating: PG
Word Count: 588

Voodoo Doll

 

Maria was an inscrutable dilemma that cannot be resolved.

 

He was an awful, just terrible man for hauling around a poor woman’s corpse.

 

And so, it was somehow right that they were ostracized together, cast out (there was a reason Cross never returned to Headquarters) out of eden as if they were demons themselves. But that didn’t stop the rumors from spreading ear-to-ear—exorcist to finder to every layman and ecclesiastical patron.

 

She was a woman condemned—that was a lie.

 

She was actually his sister—Cross nearly choked on laughter (as if a selfish man like him could have a sibling).

 

She was his lover—and somehow, that made an impact like raking nine-inch nails across his lower back, but it was wrong and the truth was what mattered.

 

Nonetheless, he wasn’t a compassionate man and muttering gossip-collectors had to be rebuked: something horrid, something so goddamn barbaric only he could conjure it. With gun pointed at head, Maria behind (skirts fanned out in defensive strike), Cross bid the idiots goodbye.

 

So long, farewell, he really didn’t care.

 

-

 

On the outskirts of a hapless, happy town, devoid of life—on the brink of sinking into a slow death from akuma and self-loathing—Cross ordered himself a fine brew of whiskey and examined his surroundings. Stubbornly determined, the residents refused to change or relocate. Dust to dust, battered and ramshackle, the town was a nihilist’s heaven.

 

A pretty girl brought the food and the booze, smiled tentatively at him (trying not to cough from the smoke). He blew it straight into her face and introduced himself. She glared and stalked off, not that he minded.

 

Young girls were always so adorably aggravated when encountering him. Really, like they honestly believed he was a devil without a soul. And here he was, simply trying to enjoy a cheap, heavy-greased lunch. And maybe obtain some kisses.

 

Girls were more trouble than they’re worth: Lenalee always looked at him with awe and a slight edge of fright. And he was always on his best behavior around her too (not that she knew, having heard the rumors since she could dance through the air, jittery like a trapped butterfly).

 

But at least he would always have Maria, and that was a great comfort. She’d been with him for decades, longer than he wished to admit. And she’d be with him even after finality because she was already dead.

 

The dead kept their promises better than the living did.

 

-

 

Years ago, an acquaintance—a general still mobile and less senile—asked him on the origins of Maria.

 

And Cross merely smiled gloatingly (because he was the only one who knew) and said: “That is between me and my lady here.”

 

That was the end of Maria’s tale.

 

Some charm, some spell, some black magic or resentful curse, it didn’t matter the source. Logged at the base of his skull-to-spine was the memory of some lady some long, long time ago at a place (perhaps Venice, no, too watery and transparent for a rogue like him). Was the memory of their first meeting—was the memory of her ending. Was the most beautiful moment in his life.

 

And if he had been anyone else, had a reputation more honorable and respected, he would tell her story.

 

Cross lit up a smoke and eyed a damsel in distress and burned with the lusty desires to corrupt. The day was young; he was restless. Maria would understand, just this one more time.

 
 
 
finite_farfalla: Mukuro-let there be reasonfinite_farfalla on August 8th, 2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
Beautiful! <333
The forlorn and somber atmosphere were well built. OMG
I love the twisted romance between the two.
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Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on August 9th, 2009 12:27 am (UTC)
Cos I don't like ninety-five percent of the stuff I write so I hide it from my budz. >.>
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Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on August 9th, 2009 10:52 pm (UTC)
Hur hur, I need to be disciplined. *hangs head*

mittens_220mittens_220 on August 9th, 2009 06:14 am (UTC)
This story is great! I would think that this kind of story would be difficult to write because we know nothing about Maria, but you pulled it off really well!