Lost Friends
Title: Lost Friends Fandom: D.Gray-Man Characters: Tyki Prompt: 021 - Friends Word Count: 376 Rating: PG-13 Summary: Months post chapter 117 of the manga, Tyki reflects.
Walking with his three companions, Tyki is strangely quiet. It’s been months since then. Months since he lost part of himself. Sometimes he still dreams of it, feeling his better half being torn away, leaving him incomplete. Frowning, he gazes at his reflection in shop windows as they pass, expecting to see dancing golden eyes gazing back at him, but sober chocolate brown rimmed by glasses greets him instead. He runs a hand through thick dark locks as he sighs. Eeze looks up at him quizzically. Recovering himself, Tyki manages to give the boy a small smile.
Still, it is nice like this. Nice to be in the company of merely human friends. The four of them had been through a lot together over the past few years. Tyki’s smile fades as he remembers a girl’s playful laugh, her baby doll shoes skipping on the pavement as they passed shops much classier than these, following their elder with his Cheshire cat grin that hid so much more. He still misses those times, that family, that path he can no longer follow.
Sometimes, Tyki thinks what he misses most is the feeling of his hand sliding effortlessly through flesh, the wide eyes of his victim clouding as he pulls his still-beating heart free. He misses the golem at his side with an appetite that rivaled his own. The sound of the beat of its wings, its growl as it feasted. As the group pauses by a sidewalk vendor to grab a quick bite for lunch, Tyki’s eyes widen as something flitters just off his field of vision. He turns quickly, hopeful, but no. It’s just an ordinary butterfly. Harmless, it perches on the ledge of a nearby shop. Eeze watches his friend approach the small creature, as if drawn to it. Tyki reaches out a hand, but instead of coming to him, the insect is startled. He watches it flutter into the air out of sight. The former Noah’s eyes fall to his open palm. He tries to call forth his old friend, that power, but alas, nothing. Eeze wonders what it is that makes Tyki ball his hand into a tight and shaking fist, but gazing at his face, feels it wisest not to ask.