Her Name Is Power

a/n: woo!! ok so this is my second fan fic, this time about d.gray-man. my absolute fav anime. never done one for this so here goes nothing. please comment. please oh please oh please!! ty. enjoy!




‘Ugh…’ she thought, ‘Why does this happen to me?’ she put a hand to her throbbing temple. What a lovely way to wake up. “What do I do to wake up like this?” she asked to no one. The woman sat up, a flood of shimmery, silken, flaming hair flowing behind her like water. Down to her back, it was her crown of glory. It was a huge contrast to her dark, golden skin and cat-like, emerald green eyes. The fact that she had more innocence than Bean Sprout and Lee combined helped, and the deity that resided in her didn’t deter it any either. Yea, that definitely helped. At least she didn’t hear voices in her head… yet. Ignoring the last thought, she willed herself to get dressed so she could go to the food hall. She was a symbiotic type, the only one known right now, and she ate a lot. She had always eaten a lot before she had gotten her innocence, but after, her metabolism rate had gone through the roof. It was quite funny to see who could eat more- her or Allen. Never a race though, they wanted to keep their food down. She had caught Timcampy helping the boy once and had hurled a ‘God Bolt’ at him. It didn’t even scratch the golem and Allen had gone off about how she was cruel and heartless. She grinned and felt content to have the abilities she did. Even before she had known about the Dark Order, or Innocence she had had odd powers. She could hear the thoughts of those around her, her senses were excellent, her fighting was top notch, and she could heal others with just a touch. Then when she found her Innocence, everything increased tenfold, and she got her innocence powers to boot. The sensory and power overload inside her had almost driven her insane. She would be a basket case if not for him. He was the reason she wasn’t a drooling mass of power.


“Isis Kami Aleron!!” someone shouted, snapping her to the present. “Isis! Where the hell are you? Get your lazy ass down to the food court now! There’s a problem with some of the Exorcists!”


Sighing at the mother like voice that never failed to send a shiver down her spine at the use of her full name, she opened her door to see a blur that must have been Lenalee dash towards the food hall. ‘Damn it. Why can’t they just get along for a few hours so I can get some nourishment before they start their shit?’ Isis loped off towards the food hall, dressed in only her pants and a bra, completely nonchalant about her semi-nudity. She had a body and wasn’t embarrassed to show it off, not that that was the case here, she just wanted to get this over with so she could eat.


Turning into the doors that led to the food hall, she saw a large group of Exorcists and Finders and Labbers huddled and yelling at what seemed to be a fight. She felt a fission of power and knew them instantly. It was Allen that was fighting. Unfortunately for Isis, Allen was fighting with him. This could get awkward fast. Not that she cared, but other people seemed to. Glaring, totally pissed she had to leave her room for something that was probably less trivial than who did last week’s laundry, she put her mind into ‘don’t fuck with me’ mode, and strode into the center of the circle.


Her gaze was immediately drawn to him. He moved fluently, his body like water as he dodged and struck at Allen. His muscles rippled with contained power. No, he wasn’t trying to hurt Moyashi, just maim him a bit. In her mind she smiled. Making sure the smile was only on the inside, she stepped right between him and Allen. She threw a shield up around herself so their attacks that they had already initiated wouldn’t hit her or their intended targets. They hit her barrier and looked taken aback that she was there. Instantly, Allen looked sullen and disgruntled, that was until Lenalee came into the circle to grab Bean Sprout by the ear and pull him off. One down. Suddenly unsure of herself, she turned to look at the other culprit. He was sweating and huffing with exertion. He was absolutely stunning, breathtaking. Raising her eyebrow at him she walked away, making it obvious that he was to follow. When she didn’t feel his presence behind her, she turned and looked at him. He had a look of surprise and when Isis crooked her finger at him, he deactivated his Innocence. Inwardly chuckling, she knew that he would follow her.


Finally reaching her destination, Isis inhaled the comforting smell of books and paper and ink. Feeling his awkwardness, she turned to address the situation.


“I’m not even going to try to understand what loathing you and Allen have between each other, but you guys need to keep it to the training rooms and not where it will interrupt others’ meals and peace.” She added a bit more malice in the last word than she intended, but hell, it was too late to take it back.


He looked affronted. Locking his stunned gaze to hers, he started, “I didn’t do anything to the little runt. He won’t leave me alone. Go yell at him.”


“I would, but as it is, he has Lenalee on his ass. In my eyes, you’re getting off easy this time. She can have you if it happens again.” Her promise given, she turned to leave only to be drawn back by a warm hand on her arm. She was turned into a solid chest as the smell of sweat and soba noodles invaded her mind. He was too close.


“Just between us, I’d rather you go hard on me.” The innuendo was definitely not missed. Her eyes wide, she watched as he walked out of the library with the grace of the predator he was. Now what the hell was that all about, ne? He had gotten so close, it scared her. Feeling the memory coming, she made herself move to the couch that was to her right before she collapsed and her eyes rolled into her head.

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“Come here Isis.” He called. She cringed. He had been drinking, and she could smell him from his position across the room. He beckoned her with his hand. She knew she shouldn’t go to him, but her mommy said to listen to her father at all times. She didn’t want to make mommy upset at her. She already had too much to deal with. Slowly, Isis moved to where her daddy was standing, hoping that tonight would be different. She had been feeling weird all day, and didn’t think she could stand the things he did to her tonight.


His hand rested on her shoulders and Isis smelled the scent of sweat and soba noodles, mixed with the alcohol on his breath. No, he was going to do his normal things tonight. But then something in Isis felt different. She stepped out of his hands and looked at him. He had bleary eyes, red from drinking and dilated from lust. Lust for her. She shivered at how wrong this was.


“No Daddy, no more.” She told him.


He looked astonished, then angry. “Wha di’ yu say ta me brat? Hw dare yu tell yur father ‘no’.”


Feeling brave, even though she wasn’t sure she had skin to back it up she glared at him defiantly, “I don’t want this anymore Daddy. I never did. This is wrong. I don’t like you touching me like this. No more. I’ve had enough.”


“Wha? You don like me touchin’ my goddess? You MINE! You hear me you insolent brat! You mine! I don’t care if you think yu’r better than everyone else cuz of your powers, the fact is you wont hurt me and you know it! Even if I let you be married, you’d still be mine! I’ll do with you what I damn well please!”


And with that he backhanded her. She flew backwards into the living room table. He ripped off her blouse and started working on her skirt. She finally came out of her daze and started thrashing and hitting her father’s head, arms and face, scratching at whatever her fingernails could lay into. He let go of her skirt to hold back her hands. He pulled her arms up and restrained them with one of his larger ones. He looked livid. He punched her in the ribs. She gasped out in shock, the blow knocking the wind out of her. Then he hit her in the mouth, stars lighting up her vision. Thoroughly dazed, she could only blink as he yanked off her skirt and pulled his pants down. In one brutal thrust, he shoved himself inside her. It had never felt good, but today, the pain was unbearable. She screamed out, her throat bleeding with the power of it. He picked her up from her laying position and put her on the lounge chair that occupied a corner of the room. He held her despite her struggling. He flopped her down on the seat and started hitting her without mercy. He hit every inch of her body while he pounded into her. He took sick pleasure in hitting her stomach to make her clench around him.


He stiffened and groaned loudly. He pulled out of her. “You shoudn fight me. You can’t win goddess.” Looking down he laughed. “Looks like the goddess is a woman today!” he slurred darkly. She just blinked blankly. She had no idea what he had meant by that; she was in too much pain to concentrate on anything other than breathing. Grabbing her discarded ripped shirt, he wiped himself clean. There seemed to be something dark on his genitals. Curious as to what might be wrong with him, Isis pried open her eyes and saw blood on her shirt. Looking her father up and down, she saw no wounds that indicated that it was from him. Bewildered, she looked at herself. Her legs dangled off of the chair cushion, but she saw dark red blotches on her thighs. The realization hit her of what he had said. “The goddess is a woman today.” She had started her period. With that though, she passed out.
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Isis’s eyes snapped open, and as soon as they did, she shut them. The pain in her arm was excruciating. Opening them again, she looked around her. She was on the floor next to the couch she had gone to to begin with. She must have either missed or fallen off. Damn, it hurt. Sitting up, she realized she had a blanket on her. She looked around and saw one of the only people that could bring a smile to her lips at a time like this. Lavi’s shock of burnt orange hair stood up at ends as he grinned at her. Normally, she would have been pissed that someone had watched her dream, but with him it was different. He knew what she felt. Having been through worse, he was like her pillow to lie on and be comforted by.


“How long was I out?” she managed. Her voice hurt so she deducted she must have been screaming- again. Shyly she added, “How loud?”


His face softened and his stupid grin was replaced by a genuine soft smile. “About an hour.” He was silent.


“How loud Lavi?” her voice was coming back now, thanks to her healing gifts.


He looked away, “I was six rooms down, with the door shut.” She sighed. The library was huge, so six rooms away meant that he was about a thousand feet away, give or take a few feet, and behind concrete walls and steel doors. Damn.


He looked back at her, “He go to close again didn’t he?” he didn’t need to say his name as Lavi already knew who my he was. I nodded. “You’ve got to tell him at some point you know. We live a long time, but he might not wait. I hope he would, the stupid twat is completely oblivious though so you’d have to try your hardest to get his attention, if you don’t already have it.”


Isis nodded, not having anything else to say. Lavi always knew what to say to her. He was her pillowy big brother. She loved him. He was the only one she would give her Innocence for, maybe her goddess powers too. A thought that was as scary as it was stupid. Not like she cared.