A/N: This came from a meme on LiveJournal where you put your iPod on shuffle, and write a ficlet for the first ten songs that popped up. It can be any fandom, any pairing, whatever you want, but you only have the length of the song to write it. This drabble was done using the song "Funeral in His Heart" by October Project.
The room is so dark, the imaginary chains gripping his ankles and wrists, refusing to let him go. He looks around – for what? For a flash of bright white hair, kind silvery blue eyes and a voice calling to him, "Lavi-kun!"
But nothing. There's simply nothing in this terrible dream-world. Not like Road's, not at all; this one is of his own creation. Taken from the darkness of his heart like some twisted nightmare. This world holds no waters or bodies, but books, mountains and mountains of books whose worn pages all whisper to him like lovers, "Lavi… Deke… Bookman Junior."
Why can't he get away? Getting older and older while his world crumbles into nothing but leather and paper and ink. Into documents and records that will surely be forgotten in time. He pulls and struggles and can't seem to run, not to anywhere, not back to his Allen.
He can't get away, and he collapses, and the chains rub raw spots into his wrists. But he looks up and his vision is met with a bright light in this dim world, and a hand is outstretched.
And Allen smiles.
"Lavi-kun. It's time to break free."