A/N: Hello there, 4theloveoftoast here. I got stuck in the middle of writing my other story, Pint Sized Trouble, which I'm coauthoring with TrinityValhalla(I write every other chapter, you can yell at me on the even chapters), so here is what might turn out to be a chapter fic. Well, I plan on it being a chapter fic, but you know what they say about good intentions, so we'll see, yeah?
Disclaimer: I don't own D gray-man or the characters, though if I did the updates would sure come out a hell of a lot faster.
Prologue
There was snow. There was snow everywhere.
It was all he could remember as his body turned to ice, and his grey eyes became dull. There was snow.
He was the snow.
Lavi wearily walked into work, clocking in and entering the changing rooms, shucking out of his clothing and donning the blue scrubs that were his uniform. He was so used to doing the same things, day in and day out, that the routine had his body moving in the mechanical movements that came with repetition. He walked out of the changing room and down the hall, to the reception desk where he grabbed a clipboard. Today he was on pod three, watching the rehab patients. With a sigh, he walked down the hall and put on his game face. Just another day in the loony bin.
He could feel the paper thinness of his skin. He was on fire. He was melting, melting so fast that he could barely hold himself together. You weren't supposed to bring the snow inside, or it would melt. That was something mothers taught their children from a young age, he knew that.
But still, here he was, surrounded by warmth, so hot, so sweltering, that he couldn't breathe. It was as if all the air had been burned out of his lungs, and he couldn't gasp it in fast enough. He was melting, so fast, too fast.
He couldn't keep himself alive for much longer. You weren't supposed to bring the snow inside.