I AM ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!
DISCLAIMER: I will never own DGM… never have and never will
The dimmed room was under the reign of a hateful tension as a lone man sat, long in the embrace of the crimson upholstery. The monochromatic ticking of a nearby grandfather clock was the only thing that broke the silence, one that came to be completely ignored. Though, as the clock ticked in its constant monotone, he began to feel annoyed by the said repeating noise. By that same lone figure, long, slender fingers rapped at the armrest restlessly. The other hand being clenched into a fist and held up his chin. Erratically bouncing his right foot's heel upon the pale carpeted floor, one green eye stared at nothing but the empty loveseat opposing him.
The redhead's thoughts, however, were everywhere, scattered into an obsidian abyss of which seemed to be endless as it was apparently omnipotent. They seemed to cover every memory as well, from the battle for the Ark in Edo, to now. Allen's behaviors, his moods, his demeanor around Link, but especially how he had been treated as of late. It didn't seem right; he had always known something had been off about the atmosphere whenever Allen had entered a room. They would snicker in his attendance, attempt to trip him up in the Cafeteria, Even crack jokes right in front of him! Just what in God's name was going on?
Immediately he sprang up onto his feet, his posture was tense, as was the room at this point. He began to pace through these thoughts, not being able to stand in one place any longer. The room seemed to have been taunting him, laughing in his face about how he couldn't save his own friend, how he had hurt his own friend without his control-
Wait! Without his own control? How could he have hurt Allen when he didn't even realize what he was doing? It didn't make any sense at all! He heard a heavy slam, only to realize he had both stopped pacing and had practically attacked a bookshelf with his fist. Great, did he now not have enough self-control to stop punching things?
In the Capital land of the deceitful in false name,
What can wound the clouds with nothing but its distorted crown?
Bearing the mark for all's sin,
It lies above a man-made mountain,
Glistening in the sinful gold you obediently worship.
Rtpryc Eeht Kfo Llous Adna Wtreah Neht Emorf Lsgnah Leulc Aruoy
Just what did that hell did that freak Noah meant by that?
He had barely enough time to remember the riddle written by Neah as he fancifully dropped the old paper to the ground, merely meters from Lavi's reach. He barely had the time to memorize it before it was snatched by from his fingers by that Portuguese Noah. The memory of his overly cocky smirk made his blood boil with hate. Long after Neah had long since kidnapped Allen and took the Ark with him. While he had been recuperating with the hundreds of others who had barely survived with him, he had been asked, rather interrogated with questions about the riddle.
What did it say?
How was it written?
Where there any drawings on the paper?
What kind of paper was it?
Was it written in cursive?
How big was the writing?
They couldn't have shut up for five seconds to gather his thoughts before another bombardment of questions were thrown his way. Personally, he was glad to have escaped into the Library, away from the chaos that was both the infirmary and what was left of the labs. It seemed that everything, from rules to behaviors had returned to their closest sense of normalcy for what seemed to be a long time.
Hence, Lavi continued to pace.
First, he realized, he needed to break it down…
In the Capital land of the deceitful in false name…
For what Lavi knew, there were no obvious connections to deceitful lands or false names the Noah to refer to; he decided to skip onto the next line. But, the term 'capital' let him wonder slightly.
What can wound the clouds with nothing but its distorted crown?
Wounding the clouds would probably mean that the 'distorted crown' would have to be placed on something rather tall.
Bearing the mark for all's sin,
A cross was the only thing that both came to mind as well as made actual sense.
It lies above a man-made mountain,
What could that be? A hill? A mountain?
A building maybe in the shape of one?
That was a good thought, he realized, men made buildings, maybe which could be referred to of as a mountain if it were big enough.
Glistening in the sinful gold you obediently worship.
That definitely meant a cross… a gold one at that.
At this point in history, there weren't many gold crosses atop something. So that had to be a valuable clue.
Rtpryc Eeht Kfo Llous Adna Wtreah Neht Emorf Lsgnah Leulc Aruoy
But just what was that last line?
Lavi knew of no such languages for that verse to originate from, nor any immediate references to anything he could remember. Even when he would attempt to pronounce the words for any clues, he would trip over himself and become frustrated. His ears noted another growl escape his throat.
He whipped around; he needed something to write on, fast. Greedily capturing a long distance with his galloping strides, he escaped the deafening silence; maybe the scientists were having better luck than him…..
Hands slammed on a table harshly, startling both the room's occupants as well as the entering Lavi when he opened the door.
"I don't get it! How are we supposed to figure out this last line? Oh, Lavi! Perfect timing, come right in!" It was Reever who had greeted him, a pissed-off scowl scarring his face. As a natural reply, Lavi began to backpedal very slowly, as not to agitate the Australian.
" Oh, you know.. eh hi there guys.. I'll just, y'know be on my way now-"
A harsh yank on his collar kidnapped him from the hallway and into darkness of the room.
Allen's eyes whipped open as he shot up, promptly ending his newest nightmare.
His eyes wildly searched his room for anything that could have escaped his dreams, poised and ready to attack him from behind.
He nearly jumped at the feeling of Neah's tender hand on his back. Gently bringing him into awareness, the same pair of tanned arms wrapped around his shoulders, now rocking the albino child side-to-side in a comforting gesture.
Allen leaned into the touch, wincing as his arm began to ache at the touch. It ached as if his very muscles and veins were about to fall apart right there and then, only to leave bare, brittle bones in its wake.
"It was the same dream again, Neah."
Golden eyes softened as he gazed into Allen's silken hair.
"And I will always be here to protect you Allen, never forget that."
"I won't Neah, I won't."
Allen gently fell back into sleep then, rocked gently by the familiar lullaby his other-half hummed.