Summary: Lavi has had a rough life of living in a gang. Although, when he is saved from torture due to a certain white haired boy; his life becomes all that more complected when offered a place to stay off the streets from said boy. Will this jagged teen soon soften up to his young savior?
Rating: M for gang fights, violence, blood, and possible future events.
My helper elf America's Belarus helped: write the first and second paragraph, edit, and come up with the plot. I wrote the rest of the story with little tips and suggestions from her. I hope you all enjoy this story!
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It was a loud that day, but not the loudest it had ever been in a marketplace. One thing, however stood out above all else. The loud forced grunts and moans echoed throughout, although it had seemed that one cared much, as if it was a regular thing. To one teenager, however, it was the saddest thing he had ever heard. How could no one even give a thought to the pain of someone else? This boy's eyes were practically on the verge of tears, but he promised himself not to go there. Determined, he ran towards the moans. His silver hair bounced in the wind, combined with his running. The cries were approaching closer and closer, until he could properly see. He peaked around the corner of the alleyway they were hidden in.
A man was kneeled over, his shirt thrown to the ground. He was slender, and couldn't have been much older than the boy, perhaps a couple years at most. His back covered with dirty scars along the fresh ones. A sharp sword was slid neatly along his spine, wielded by a tall man, his hair pulled into a long ponytail. His small smile came up on his face as he was cutting away. The watching boy shuddered as he saw the blood gush from his clean skin.
"Stop it!" He screamed, jumping into the alleyway sliding over and grabbing the strong man's arm to prevent him from hurting the man anymore. The claimed man glanced at him awkwardly, the red tint in his hair shining.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The swordsman screamed at the defender trying to throw him off balance, eager to get him out of the way. The younger of the brawl's hands slid across the sharp blade making him scream in gut wrenching pain. His blood covered the blade within seconds, watching the assaulter stood in shock and rage.
"Stop, you don't need to hurt that man!" The boy screamed trying to lead the elder away from the kneeling man, only to get a violent reaction.
"Get the fuck out of here kid! This has nothing to do with you, but it will if you don't let go!" He screamed, making the boy release the blade leaving blood splattered across the sharp edges.
"Stupid kid! This is a way for Deak to prove himself!" An older teenage girl stepped out from the shadows. She looked the youngest out of the three; she had a not so developed body, although that didn't stop her from showing off whatever she had. Wearing a halter top with a leather jacket over her slim shoulders, her tight skinny jeans had many chains drape down her legs and hips, very high, high heels sat just below her knees, the heels themselves were at least four feet off the ground. Her hair was green with darker emerald highlights.
"Yeah, get the hell out of here before we whoop your sorry ass!" Another tall figure emerged from the shadows, this one had a very muscular build. He had pitch black hair, he was defiantly the oldest in the group. Once he could see the boy fully he stood and stared in utter shock. "This kid doesn't look much older than a teenager..." He stood taking uneasy breathes looking at the blood covering the younger teen's hands and over all body. "Just, let him go." The man ground his teeth creating an ear torturing sound.
"Suman!" The girl hissed stomping a foot at the man showing a true beast in her eyes.
"Do you really want to get arrested on a higher cause if the police find out that he's a child?" He spat back at the girl, making her eyebrows pinch together in a firm line. After a few brief moments, the green haired girl glared at the black haired man before looking over to the swordsman.
"Come on Kanda, let's get going. Deak, you don't even think about coming back without having something to show yourself for, you will be sorry." She glared at the kneeling red head as she took her leave with 'Kanda' and 'Suman' not far behind her.
Watching them disappear into the shadows the boy stood dumbfounded by what had happened with not much meaning or cause. Looking back to the redhead his face filled with worry. "Are you alright?" He asked walking over to the man, his eyes filled with concern.
"Go away. I don't need help from you!" The man spat his words filled with venom. Snatching his shirt off the ground he put it back on. When the younger looked hard enough at the tall male in front of him he could see many things that worried him. An eye patch over his right eye; marks on his neck most likely due to another fight, scratches and cuts ran up and down his arms, a shirt torn in a few different places. His eyes wandered to the more normal features. His hair had given the impression of fire, a ski cap covered parts of the red hair. The one eye visible was green, and it gave the masquerade of innocence. Baggy pants, many chains attached around the jeans (as the girl from before), big torn and tattered shoes, they all came together to give him a frightening appearance.
When he looked harder, the boy could see the blood starting to come through the back of his shirt, in the obvious shapes of cuts. "Oh, here." Trying to be gentle and kind; the younger teen pulled out some gauze that he had actually come into town for, which had happened to be surprising lucky. "Lift up your shirt." The boy smiled trying to be as friendly as possible.
"Just go away." The elder shoved the boy off when he touched his shoulder. Trying to shove past the teen, the redhead headed off in the direction the previous man had left in.
"Wait!" When he reached out to grab the angered teen, he had found that he actually touched the red head's arm with his palm while trying to catch him. He winced as he took a step back to try and look at his hands, only to bite his lower lip in pain when he tried to move his fingers. All he could see was blood, giant gashes covered both palms.
The other man looked back slightly, cursing under his breath before his feet drug back to the small boy. "Hold out your hands." It wasn't a suggestion or even so much as an option. Holding out his trembling hands the boy bit back and winced when the red head touched the gashes. He sighed slightly before he started to talk. "He got you bad; I'd stay away from him if I were you." Looking up, the boy gasped when he saw a ski cap pressed against his left palm trying to soak up the blood. "Name's Lavi." He mumbled pulling out the gauze the other boy had actually been holding the whole time.
Wrapping his left hand, Lavi lightly blew on the obviously hurting appendage trying to ease some pain. With the first hand done he moved on to the next, Dabbing it lightly with the ski cap before wrapping it up like the other. "What's your name?" Lavi asked, not looking up from what he was doing.
"My name is Allen, Allen Walker." He smiled at Lavi, who was just now tearing off the gauze, folding it under a previous wrap trying to keep it from falling apart.
"Interesting name." Lavi sighed pulling away from Allen. He slipped his now bloodied ski cap on and sighed.
"Wait, you're going to keep it after it's covered in my blood?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow. Lavi shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.
"There's nothing wrong with it. No need to throw it away because of a little blood." Lavi sighed watching the boy's expression turn into very sympathetic look.
"Well, thank you." Allen smiled at Lavi, holding out his hand to shake.
"Is that really the best idea for you right now?" Lavi snickered as he gestured at the bandaged hand.
"I guess not." Allen put his hand back to his side. "Why were those people hurting you?" Allen asked looking at Lavi with wondering eyes; he wouldn't leave without an answer.
Lavi sighed as he put his arms behind his head. "Those people are members of the gang I'm in, the chick and the guy with the sword are fighting for power of the leader. They attacked me because I failed to kill a member of our gang that betrayed us. I came close but then the police showed up and I had to run for it."
"Have you ever actually killed someone?" Allen asked cautiously. He was honestly terrified to know, but he had needed the truth to know if he should have saved that man, although that wouldn't have made him any better than a killer.
Lavi sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair as best as he could with a cap on his head. "Honestly, yes. And if you're wondering. Three people, one was a drug dealer. It was a deal done wrong. The second was another gang member in a fight me, Kanda and Suman got into. And the most recent was a police officer. That one was a few months ago. He was a jerk."
"How did you feel, after you killed those people?" Allen asked. He felt that he could become the fourth because of saying the wrong thing in his blood. He shivered at the thought.
"I felt slightly bad, and then I thought, they are just ink on paper. They don't matter. They're going to be forgotten sooner or later, and it makes no difference if that time was now or ten years from now." Allen stood horrified. He was staring at Lavi, and it almost made him want to throw up. It shocked him that someone could be so heartless.
Suddenly, Lavi got up and started to make his leave. He figured he had better not stay any longer and start anything he might regret later.
Deciding not to try and make him stay, Allen yelled off to Lavi who was now deep out of the alley. "Will I see you again?" he yelled frantically.
"No," was the reply. Heading into the bustling crowd, Lavi blended in with all of the people. Running after the red head, Allen ran through the crowd. He himself didn't know why he was running after the older teen. It just felt so… right. The sounds of voices filled Allen's head confusing him and telling which way to go, only to bump into a very tall and muscular man.
"What do you think you're doing running into me like that?" He asked, shoving Allen backwards, almost falling in the process. Stumbling backwards, Allen was caught off guard by this man being just all around angry.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to." Allen bowed his head and an attempt to show respect. All Allen knew was to avoid any conflict at all cost, as right now he couldn't even move his fingers without wincing in pain, let alone fight with them.
"Sure you didn't, I'll teach you. You little punk." The man punched Allen in the gut. Coughing, Allen resisted from fighting back. Instead, he let the man hit him again, this time knocking him to the ground. Sitting on the ground Allen thought about getting up, then he heard a familiar voice and know body figure stand in front of him. "Hey!" Allen could see Lavi standing in front of him in the most protective stance, obviously trying to shield the younger boy.
"Get out of the way," the man scowled then threw a fist at Lavi only to have it caught and thrown right back at him, smack dab in the face. Using his other fist, Lavi hit the man on the side of the head and knocked him to the ground. Glancing back at Allen, Lavi grabbed the younger's hand and pushed through the crowd that had formed around them.
Once far enough away Lavi pulled Allen around a street corner. "L-Lavi, why did you?" Allen stood slightly panting from the run they had just taken to get away from that man.
"I owed you one; don't think for one second I was doing that just to be nice." Lavi glared slightly at Allen sending chills up the silver haired boy's spine.
"Still, thank you." Allen smiled holding out a hand to shake. Staring at the boy for a second, Lavi sighed.
"It's not like I can ever show my face around Dark Order again." Lavi moaned as he sat down on the curb, almost completely ignoring Allen.
"Dark Order? What's that?" Allen asked as he sat down next to Lavi. He had made sure to watch his face closely.
"It's the place where our gang, hangs out and well, lives." Lavi sighed rubbing the back of his neck.
"You don't have a home to go to?" Allen asked, lowering his eyebrows in sorrow.
"I can always sleep on the streets." Lavi shrugged, not caring one bit about the topic.
"No, you can stay with me." Allen smiled at Lavi warmly, trying to gain some trust.
"I barely know you, kid, and besides. Wouldn't your parents go all psycho for bringing a person like me home?" Lavi raised an eyebrow looking directly at Allen this time.
"I don't have parents. They left me when I was born." Allen looked down at the ground, attempting to advert his eyes from Lavi's.
"Oh, sorry to bring it up." Lavi sighed trying to sound as apologetic as possible without sounding soft.
"It's fine; it's just my foster father that brings up bad memories. He was killed in a gang fight. He wasn't even being mean to them. He was just walking by, I was with him. He smiled and said 'hello.' They pulled a knife on him," Allen mumbled, pulling his knees closer to his chest. "They stabbed him twenty times. I remember it all. Then when they were done with him, they came for me. They used the same knife to engrave this in my face." Allen unwrapped his arms from around his legs and turned to Lavi lifting up his bangs over his left eye. Deep jagged edges carved into his skin, a long line went down his eyelid and down to his cheek. A line went over that one short and curvy right under his eye. At the top of the engraved scar laid a star.
"They left me after that to bleed to death on the streets. I was found by police officers, prosecuted and sent to the hospital. When I woke up, I found my uncle sitting in the room. I never liked that man. I later learned I would now be living with him. And yatta yatta. He left around a year ago and here I am." Allen sighed. "I'm sorry. I ramble too much, don't I?" Allen ran his hands through his hair laughing awkwardly.
"It's fine," Lavi breathed, lifting himself off the curb.
"Where are you going?" Allen asked, watching Lavi walk towards an alley.
"I'm just gonna get some sleep, and don't go worrying about me. I've done this plenty of times before." Lavi waved behind himself as he kept walking.
Lavi could hear foot steps behind himself, a gentle touch trying to grip his arm. "Wait, please, just come with me." Lavi turned around to have Allen lead him to a slightly nicer part of the town. Around a twenty minute walk was all it took. When they approached an apartment building a girl with orange hair looked over at Allen and waved.
"Hey, Fou." Allen smiled, running towards the girl.
"Hey, Walker, who do you have here?" Fou grinned nodding towards Lavi with many bags in hand. She couldn't exactly point.
"Oh, this is Lavi, Lavi this is my friend, Fou." Allen smiled introducing the two.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Lavi; unfortunately I must be leaving now." Fou smiled, opening her apartment door and walking inside, and closing the door behind her. Allen led Lavi to the stairs heading up to the higher apartments.
"I hope that wasn't to awkward for you." Allen smiled wryly, stopping on the third floor.
"It was alright, she seemed nice." Lavi shrugged. He followed Allen to what he presumed to be his apartment.
"She is. Well, here we are." Allen smiled, unlocking the door to the apartment. When Lavi stepped inside he gasped in awe of the small apartment. Closing the door behind them, Allen locked the top and bottom lock for the door.
"This is really nice." Lavi grinned cheerfully, looking around the house.
"Why, thank you." Allen smiled, hanging up his jacket on a coat rack. Slowly grabbing Lavi's jacket from his back taking precaution to the redhead's wounds Allen hung up his jacket as well.
"The bedroom is just this way." Allen lead Lavi to the room farthest from the front door. Opening the door, Allen walked in. He sat down on the bed as he took off his shoes. "I'm sorry there's only one bed but that's alright, right?" Allen looked up and smiled at Lavi picking up his shoes and placing them in his closet.
"Can I sit on it?" Lavi asked cautiously. He walked over to the bed and traced his fingers across the comforter.
Slight laughter could be heard from Allen. "Lavi, you'll be sleeping on it. Go on ahead." Allen smiled as he dug through his closet hangers.
"I've never slept on a bed before." Lavi sat down on the soft furniture enjoying the feeling.
Allen frowned at this looking back at Lavi. "Never?" Allen asked pulling out some clothes from the closet.
"Nope, first time." Lavi smiled standing up from the bed.
"Well, here are your clothes that you can sleep in tonight. Feel free to take a shower, just make yourself at home. And I'm sorry if the clothes don't fit well, it's all I have. We can get you some new clothes later this week." Allen smiled handing Lavi the clothes and directing him to the bathroom.
Lavi ended up taking a shower for the first time in years. It was warm and long. Even though the cuts on his back stung he didn't care. He enjoyed the sensation of having the warm liquid run across his body, the feeling of warmth spreading through his body.
"Did you enjoy your shower?" Allen sat on his bed, flicking through channels on his television.
"Very much, thank you." Lavi smiled, sitting down next to Allen, watching him channel surf.
"Here, try and find something you want to watch, I'm going to go take my shower." Allen sighed getting up picking up his change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
Lavi ended up flipping through many channels, and he ended up stopping on Oprah for some reason.
"That was nice, but it really hurt my hands." Allen sighed, walking out of the bathroom with a long t-shirt on with the slight chance of shorts under the tee. "Oprah?" Allen chuckled, tossing the throw pillows of the bed and pulling back the covers.
"Yeah, just looked interesting." Lavi sighed shrugging his shoulders.
"Well I'm heading to bed." Allen sighed flicking off the light and crawling under the covers. "Can I head to bed?" Lavi asked cautious of his wording. Allen just smiled and nodded.
Grinning, Lavi turned off the TV and slipped under the covers. Sighing, Lavi rested his head on the pillow. It had been so long since he had slept somewhere warm. Now he was, only one problem. He was falling for the boy that gave him that warmth.
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Hey everybody! I hoped you liked it! Me and America's Belarus worked really hard on this! So please feel free to drop a review. And America's Belarus says she wants to be know as a helper on this story, she says she feels that she didn't do all that much, well she did. She did a lot of editing and helped me with the plot big time. (Call her my beta if you would.) So please REVIEW! Tell us how we did! If some reviews do show up I shall continue to write this story!
