Why does it hurt Lavi?
A chilled wind blew through the dense forest whipping dead foliage off the ground and blowing it up in small clouds. Near the edge of the forest, where the trees grew more sparse, a smell of blood hung in the air.
I thought you were a bookman?
Deep crimson stained the tree. Chains could be heard faintly, scraping together as the body under them moved ever so slightly, still alive but dying, still conscious but weak.
You weren't supposed to have a heart.
Tatters of cloth covered the base of the tree; what could have once been a headband but was now just a few scraps of material and possibly the end of a sleeve. Blood dotted and pooled on the ground slowly drying in the cool winter wind. Soft footsteps echoed through the forest, lazily approaching the crimson tree. A hand reached out and stroked the red hair that hung messily on the one chained to the tree.
The owner of the hand leaned in and whispered his name in his ear, "Lavi."
Hearing his name being spoken so familiarly by someone he so despised, sent shivers down his back making it itch against the rough bark of the tree.
You weren't supposed to have a heart, right?
The hand traced lines on his cheek before slowly moving down to press hard against his chest. He could feel the hot breath tickle his face as the dark haired Noah breathed. Although he knew it was futile he struggled against the chains that pulled on his body, keeping it firmly secured to the base of the tree.
The hand on his chest pushed harder. "So I'll do you a favour and rip it out of your chest!" As the words exited the Noah's lips, his hand passed through Lavi's chest as though it were water and carefully tightened around his still beating heart.
Lavi's breath caught in his throat as a small amount of pressure was applied around his heart, squeezing it, making it hard to breath. Although his eye was open, he could barely see. It was glazed over with exertion and near death. His face was hot, but his body was numb.
A stick broke under a foot. A third breath joined the first two. The hand slipped back out of his chest and tightened on his shoulder instead, as Tyki Mikk turned to face the newcomer.
Lavi couldn't see a face, only a white blur. He couldn't hear their conversation, as short as it was. The last thing he remembered seeing was a flurry of movement before the hand holding his shoulder moved to his throat and grasped tightly, constricting his airways. He choked and gasped painfully before he blacked out.
Hope you enjoyed it! I know its only short but i was tossing up whether or not to continue it, if you did like it and want to read more than please review and tell me, :D