Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man. This beautiful story with beautiful characters was written by and belongs to the talented Katsura Hoshino.


"We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine." -F. Scott Fitzgerald


She can hear the coat buttons striking each other as Tyki tosses them into the air. There's the soft, nearly silent pat as the silver hits his hand, and then the simultaneous clinking sound of the buttons bumping into one another in the small confines of his hand. The room stinks of the cigarette he is smoking. Road likes it. It smells like Tyki.

Road is using the chair pushed against the wall under the window to look outside. She sits with her elbows on the window sill and knees in the chair seat. The room is calm, quiet.

Clink.

A pause.

Clink.

She can't help but notice how perfect the Ark is. Pure white buildings all around. No trash, no mess. Then there's the light. It's always so bright here. She hates it all for some reason.

Clink.

A pause.

Clink.

She gazes out the window some more, and something that starts off as a passing thought slowly becomes a nagging realization. There's light... but there's no sunlight. There's no sunshine. All the brightness in this strange place is fake.

Clink.

A pause.

Clink.

Maybe, she muses, that's why so many humans are so sad. The Earl once described the Ark as the birthplace of all humans. It's where the ancestors of the human race, the survivors of the Great Flood, came from. All of humanity originated from someplace that never felt sunshine and never will. The brightness of this place is fake, just like the brightness in every human's life. It's horrible enough to make Road laugh.

Clink.

A pause.

Clink.

This time the pause goes on for longer than it should. All is quiet. Road wonders which button Tyki is taking the time to look at.

"The Earl..." he starts. Road, taking in the perfect horribly fake Ark, continues to stare out the window. It's alright that she doesn't turn around. Tyki knows she's listening.

"Since he's keeping quiet, does this mean that he's not angry with us?" Silly Tyki is always worried about silly things. A tiny smile passes her face and lingers there.

"He won't get angry. The Earl just doesn't want to put us in danger."

The Noah don't have to worry about the sunlight. Their sunshine comes from the Earl, from their family.

"After all, we are the precious 'lambs' that he will be offering to God."

Their sunshine will burn them, but they don't mind.