Rika T. Strange again, with something new and different! ...sort of. It's still D. Gray-Man, however it's about Lavi. And it's a legitimate fic, not just a one-shot! And Miranda is Lavi's romantic interest, instead of Krory! ...er, rather, Lavi is Miranda's romantic interest instead of Krory. I dunno why, but I've really fallen in love with these two lately (I even have them on my laptop's background!). It's probably because of all the doujinshi XD Anyways, this is mostly Lavi-centered but Miranda and his other friends come in to play a lot.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Since FF. net's a bitch and won't upload text that has been struck through (like I originally intended some of the words to be) they will instead be bolded and not underlined, the latter state only present when the text around the words is underlined (you'll see what I mean). ALSO. When he's writing, the words that are supposed to be crossed out are Lavi's. When he's thinking, speaking, or there's narration, the words that are supposed to be crossed out are Bookman's.
Character's are Hoshinos, I hope you enjoy what I've done with them xD;
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He was Bookman now. And that meant it was time to leave the Order. Leave those who, despite his best efforts, he'd grown attached to- dangerously so. A lot more could happen in five years than he'd ever thought possible. History's broad brush painted in centuries and decades, not moments and weeks amassed into months and years. So he had been entirely unprepared for what would happen.
He would make friends. He would fall in love. And then he would leave.
Tonight.
He sighed and carefully placed his log atop his desk before opening it and beginning to write. It wouldn't be his final thoughts, but rather final records of the "ink" he had befriended.
Lenalee Lee, the warrior. Strong enough to match any exorcist but the generals, compassionate enough to keep fighting no matter the odds. Suspected of possessing "the Heart" due to unprecedented Innocence behavior. First known accommodator to acquire a "crystal type" Innocence.
He scowled at the entry, uncomfortable with its sparseness. He wanted to add more, even facts as simple as "has dark purple eyes" and "never fails to make you smile" but that would be stupid. It didn't matter if she could make someone smile, make them feel welcomed and cared for no matter what. It didn't matter that she had a heart big enough encompass her world.
Kanda Yuu, the lotus. A "second exorcist" whose creation temporarily halted the research into forced compatibility and attempts to accelerate the healing of exorcists. Capable of extremely fast healing at the cost of his overall lifespan. A loyal, stubborn son of a bitch- Has a 90% synchronization rate at the time of this entry.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. That wasn't Yuu. There was none of his fire in those statements, none of his odd way of caring for his fellows or his harsh, indomitable spirit. Hell he couldn't even write that the man loved soba! This wasn't Yuu.
Allen Walker, the crowned and cursed clown. Also known as the "boy general," he surpassed 100% synchronization rate at the youngest age recorded. Able to see the souls of akuma, which are scary as fuck. Innocence also suspected of being "the Heart" because of its apparent inability to be destroyed by typical means, and potential to "exorcise" the Noah from those belonging to the Clan of Noah. Host for the fourteenth Noah's memories; at the time of this writing they are still dormant and it better stay that way.
He scowled again. How could he write in Allen's genuine, almost scary care for both humanity and akuma? How could he pen the tears he shed for both? He couldn't even write about the young man's incredible appetite or card sharkery, let alone his refusal to fight Road in earnest because she was technically human.
Komui Lee, the scientist. Worked his way up from science division leader to branch head in four years so he could take care of his sister. Driving force behind the committee that forbid Central from conducting experiments on Allen Walker. Otherwise, in charge of distributing missions and overseeing scientific research.
This was getting ridiculous. The passage made Komui sound like a workaholic, a flat and boring man that only researched and looked out for the exorcists under his care. And sure, Komui did do those things- a hell of a lot better than some of the other branch heads- but he wasn't dry or boring. The man periodically terrorized them all with giant robots!
Count Arystar Krory III, the lover and destroyer. Host to parasitic Innocence in the form of his teeth. Able to acquire extreme strength and speed by ingesting akuma blood; also able to manipulate his own blood. Single-handedly destroyed Noah's "Bond" but still cries for his lost love, Eliade.
He quirked a half-smile. Krory might actually be glad for the inclusion of only cut-and-dry facts. The man tried so hard to move on, to forget his time before the Order… Although he couldn't say that with complete honesty. Krory still had a piece of rubble from his grandfather's castle stashed away in his top drawer, after all. He might as well face it: the man was a walking contradiction, and nothing he was allowed to write could describe his Innocence-induced mood swings, either.
Miranda Lotto, the…
His pen faltered. The clock, he told himself sternly. Just write 'the clock'. She's as steadfast and dependable as one, and controls time. It works. It's- He dropped his face into his palm with a "smack." "For crying out loud!" This was the woman he loved, the woman who gave him his heart in earnest. He'd been a fool to accept the gift. How could he write her and… them into something dry and emotionless? How could he not write the way she sometimes said "I love you" like an apology, like it was a burden and not the greatest gift he knew? How could he not write the way she always tried her best to protect them all, to the point that she would be sick from exhaustion for days after? How could he not write the way he felt when they were together- like he was whole and human? How could he…
He slammed his pen down and stood. I won't. She would be his alone. His Miranda, free from the cold eyes of a Bookman and the secret history of the world. It broke every fiber of tradition but he didn't care; to do otherwise would break him. He scribbled out her name and blew on the fresh ink until it dried, then closed the book and put it away with the rest of his logs, already carefully packed for travel.
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Lavi is 21 in this fic, since I'm pretty sure he was in the Order for two years before Allen came along. Reviews and con crit LOVED! They'll help me update faster, I promise!