Dissclaimer: Do not own D. Gray-Man….sadly yet thank fully
WARNING: major author note at the end….
And so, with his head bowed down, sighting, dreading, hating, accepting, yet the last unknowingly, the image on the reflective surface infront of him. How long had it been since it was there? Looming over his sholders. The signs of a grin on its non characteristical face?
His fist (right hand) landed with a crash as it connected with the window, some of the small pieces of glass embded themselves into it, they were about half inch thick, the visible part of the inbeted shars were 3 centimeters long, except for one encrusted in the middle nuckle that seemed to be almost twice as long.
"Pain…" the whispered word that scaped the lips was levelled, as it was stating a non-interesting fact about the weather, and not about a feeling most humans did not reacted in such deathlly calm.
The boy shook his head slowly, he hissed at the wound and clutched it in an animalistic instict. Although if you were to ask me, he seemed slightly late at the response.
The pouty lips that were grimacing with such hate momments before, were now in a small o-shape, he looked slighly comfused, as if he didn't know why he hit the window, or as if he never expected to get a reaction of pain from the action. His eyes were still not bright enough to say he was completely in-mind, the pupils delatated two to three milimiters in diference
The blood was now pooling underneath his boots, making the floor into a bloody mess, literaly. White hair ruffled as he shook his head again, faster this time, and made way to the infermery, or try to. Small fragments of words drifted to his ears "dam….shad…I shouldn't had…3rd time thi" and "why…loner…ow!" the last one was caused because of the failed try to pull one of the glass shards out.
The silent bystander stood from behind the edge of the second hallway in the completely deserted East Wing. He made a noise that could have been mistaken for a way to display annoyance, but was acctually deep (very deep) hidden concern (so deep in fact that the teen mistook it for heartburn), with a coating non faked of tiredness.
With a sudden burst of unspected energy he stretched like a cat and placed his hands behind his head. The fake one-sided loopy grin was put in place, the new information recorded from his stalkin-… studiying the new, 14 year old exorcist Allen Walker being safely stored into the (imaginative) filing cavinet inside his head.
"…well, must report to Panda…"
Yep…Interesting
Well this was totally a spur of the momment kind of idea so I have trully no planning for it. It was so random in fact that I didn't even know that Lavi was going to be watching Allen as a third person kind of thing…until it wrote itself
So now im left with this…I have no plans for the future of this story but (and I'm being terribly sincere with this) I hate one-shots…so it cant be left hanging in the wind
I can try ( voice says not) to make a story…It could be ANYTHING! (altho I do lean towards cross-overs) and I will continue (again voice says she should be tyed down to make her go throug) it to the end (or until my muse abandoned me like Shigure…long story, not what you may think, unless it envolves knowing that shigure was more of a consience in my mind)
Anyway…please review (read: I WILL HAVE MURDEROUS INTENT TOWARDS THE ONE'S TOO LAZY TO REVIEW!) even if it is a small yes or no in concern toward making this ^^^^ into a full blown story
(if the story is agreeable to the kind public i guarantee that the other chapters would be much longer)
Ps…no matter if you choose to ignore it, made it into friendship, or overthought it until the point of no return (voice points at me) this is LAVEN….yep yaoi fan in the run…
I also don't have spellcheker installed right now, so just over-look any errors (unless they are terribly horrible and burn your eyes