D.Gray-man fanfic by me
Apr. 16th, 2005 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ghostdriveTitle: The Unlucky Miranda Lot
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kit_kathy
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Rating: G
Spoilers: none really, unless you haven't read past chapter 19 (since it's set pre- and during chp. 19)
To the ordinary person, stepping in dog poop is "unlucky"; to actually have it flung at you for no reason at all goes beyond that. Miranda Lot unfortunately falls into the latter category, so to call her "unlucky" would be an understatement. At the moment, said 'poop thrower' and his young companions gape in astonishment as the intended target whips her head to the side to avoid getting hit. It's as if she has 'poop radar'. But, that's ridiculous they think, and out of spite begin to recite in a sing-songy way, "Miranda, unlucky lady, Miranda. You're not popular. You're too dark. You're too slow. Looking for a job today? You'll just be fired soon again anyway."* They are cruel in the way only children can be. With their seemingly mean-spirited bluntness. And because they are children, they know not of the effect these words have on Miranda's heart. Instead of crying, she stares at them with her "Unlucky Beam Eyes" (which is what the children have dubbed this particular look) and watches as they scatter about, giving her the stink eye in one final act of rebellion. And like always, Miranda will sigh to herself as they depart, since one does get tired after seeing the same thing twenty-seven times before. '...Twenty-eight', she notes mentally.
For you see, Miranda has lived one particular day twenty-eight times as of this moment. Time has been rewinding over and over to October ninth, and for some reason only she is aware of it. 'The Gods must be laughing at me," is the thought that runs through Miranda's head day after day when she thinks of her current predicament. Being the only who knows the truth of this "Rewinding Town" has taken its toll both physically and emotionally. If she attempts to speak the truth, she is laughed at. Scornfully passed aside as merely the crazy ramblings of "Unlucky" Miranda. She can try to talk about it to twenty-eight different people on twenty-eight different October ninths, and all twenty-eight will make fun of her, or ignore her completely.
At these times she contemplates suicide, but with her luck, she would most likely fail in a fantastically abnormal way. The sweet daydreams of departing from her rewinding cycle via hanging herself from a tree or flinging herself off the liquor store make way for abrupt endings of breaking branches and falls being broken by a canopy as she is then bounced into the cart of a fruit vendor. Its so comically morbid that she forgets suicide all together.
And so, she continues living on in this eternal October ninth. She'll wake up, eat her bland breakfast with bitter coffee, make that painful trip outside of her home and into a society that says she is useless, encounter the children and evade their projectile poop, make her way back home only to be drenched in muddy water by a passing carriage, have an equally bland dinner, and sleep. In the morning this routine will begin again, as it had in the days before.
It is on the twenty-ninth October ninth that a disruption to the cycle appears. The almost random appearance of a black-clothed man that no one else but her makes note of. Perhaps October ninth may indeed pass to October tenth.
*song taken from chapter 19 of D.Gray-man
Damn, I had forgotten how tiresome writing can be when I started this fic. But, I'm quite satisfied with the end result.
As always, don't read if you don't want to (I don't think anyone else on my friends list reads D.Gray-man anyway.) If you do read I will be very surprised.
Cross-posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dgray_man and here.
Author:
kit_kathyFandom: D.Gray-man
Rating: G
Spoilers: none really, unless you haven't read past chapter 19 (since it's set pre- and during chp. 19)
To the ordinary person, stepping in dog poop is "unlucky"; to actually have it flung at you for no reason at all goes beyond that. Miranda Lot unfortunately falls into the latter category, so to call her "unlucky" would be an understatement. At the moment, said 'poop thrower' and his young companions gape in astonishment as the intended target whips her head to the side to avoid getting hit. It's as if she has 'poop radar'. But, that's ridiculous they think, and out of spite begin to recite in a sing-songy way, "Miranda, unlucky lady, Miranda. You're not popular. You're too dark. You're too slow. Looking for a job today? You'll just be fired soon again anyway."* They are cruel in the way only children can be. With their seemingly mean-spirited bluntness. And because they are children, they know not of the effect these words have on Miranda's heart. Instead of crying, she stares at them with her "Unlucky Beam Eyes" (which is what the children have dubbed this particular look) and watches as they scatter about, giving her the stink eye in one final act of rebellion. And like always, Miranda will sigh to herself as they depart, since one does get tired after seeing the same thing twenty-seven times before. '...Twenty-eight', she notes mentally.
For you see, Miranda has lived one particular day twenty-eight times as of this moment. Time has been rewinding over and over to October ninth, and for some reason only she is aware of it. 'The Gods must be laughing at me," is the thought that runs through Miranda's head day after day when she thinks of her current predicament. Being the only who knows the truth of this "Rewinding Town" has taken its toll both physically and emotionally. If she attempts to speak the truth, she is laughed at. Scornfully passed aside as merely the crazy ramblings of "Unlucky" Miranda. She can try to talk about it to twenty-eight different people on twenty-eight different October ninths, and all twenty-eight will make fun of her, or ignore her completely.
At these times she contemplates suicide, but with her luck, she would most likely fail in a fantastically abnormal way. The sweet daydreams of departing from her rewinding cycle via hanging herself from a tree or flinging herself off the liquor store make way for abrupt endings of breaking branches and falls being broken by a canopy as she is then bounced into the cart of a fruit vendor. Its so comically morbid that she forgets suicide all together.
And so, she continues living on in this eternal October ninth. She'll wake up, eat her bland breakfast with bitter coffee, make that painful trip outside of her home and into a society that says she is useless, encounter the children and evade their projectile poop, make her way back home only to be drenched in muddy water by a passing carriage, have an equally bland dinner, and sleep. In the morning this routine will begin again, as it had in the days before.
It is on the twenty-ninth October ninth that a disruption to the cycle appears. The almost random appearance of a black-clothed man that no one else but her makes note of. Perhaps October ninth may indeed pass to October tenth.
*song taken from chapter 19 of D.Gray-man
Damn, I had forgotten how tiresome writing can be when I started this fic. But, I'm quite satisfied with the end result.
As always, don't read if you don't want to (I don't think anyone else on my friends list reads D.Gray-man anyway.) If you do read I will be very surprised.
Cross-posted at
dgray_man and here.