A/N: Gift-fic for BFF
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man or anything it encompasses.
Title: Gravity
Summary: Lavi is floating on air; he needs someone to anchor him down, someone to be his gravity.
Warnings: Implied boy love
He knocks his knees back, resting against the castle's edge. His head swells under the bright lights. The sun is about to rise. Slow and familiar. The backdrop of nature. And it's beautiful.
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Lavi sneaks back into the library, winding through the aisles, finding his favourite spot. Between the books on the Second World War and Psychology, he finds an irony and a correlation in the two, and being at the centre of the madness calms him.
His mission was long over. He had returned with a large burn on his shoulder. It had already been a few hours and it had healed some. He hisses as the wound grazes against the shelf.
He is safe here. Pain be damned.
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He wakes up to a hand pushing against his wounded shoulder. His eyes flicker, adjusting to the light. It's dark, and Lavi realizes that he's still in the library. He blinks, trying to put a face to the intruder. He blushes.
"Idiot. Wake up." Kanda's voice floats in the dark, his hand still on Lavi's shoulder.
Lavi winces aware of the pain; he slaps Kanda's hand off the wound. "I'm up."
He stands, wincing. He forces a smile, even if the Kanda can't see it, "Let's go."
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The next day Lavi doesn't bother leaving his room .His head hurts and he can barely remember what day it is. Bookman comes in, muttering about the latest updates and note takings, before mumbling a brief 'get better' that reminds Lavi that they are related by blood.
Most of the time he forgets what's it's like to be part of a family, and the sentiment leaves an unfamiliar sting.
He goes back to sleep.
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The second time he wakes up, he's leaning on his wounded side. He doesn't move, because the pain reminds him of his past.
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Komui asks to see him the next day. He dreads it, but at the same time embraces it, because it's been over a week and he hasn't been active since.
He walks into the office, settling onto the couch. His eyes scan the round of the room, committing every detail to his memory with ease.
When Komui talks, Lavi has to strain to listen. He's sure one part of his mind is recording the conversation. The Bookman part. But at the moment, his mind is elsewhere.
"—if you're not…"
"…we can help you."
"—next time…"
He drifts.
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When he wakes up, he is in the infirmary. Bookman is on his left, and the old panda looks older than usual. He winces to himself, sitting upright. And deep down he already knows he's been out of it.
"How long?" he asks, stretching his arms.
Bookman replies nimbly, "Five days."
Lavi nods.
He's not surprised.
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He leaves his room for the first time in weeks. He walks down the halls of the Headquarters, dragging his feet.
Thinking. Processing. Remembering.
And the word slips through his lips, "Yuu..."
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Lavi finds Kanda out on the third training field. He has Mugen in his hands, moving smoothly through the air. He's alone as usual, and Lavi has no qualms interrupting him.
Kanda focuses his eyes on the ground, "They let you out."
"No." Lavi shoots back, and it's true.
Kanda brings his eyes up, looking Lavi in the face, "Then what?"
Lavi smiles, and this time it's genuine. "I wanted to find Yuu."
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Lavi looks out across the ridge. The sun sets slowly, its colours splashing out against the sky creating a haze of warmth. He moves his hand to the side, intertwining his fingers with Kanda's; and this time he's not alone.
A/N: This is my first posted DGM fic, so concrit would be fabulous :D