A/N: Originally, I decided to leave We're All Going To Hell as a one-shot. Though once I reread it, I didn't want to leave the ending as Allen dying. That's a little too harsh and sad, even for me and love stories like that.
Anyways, here's the squeal to it. I hate to say it but it'll probably be updated more frequently than Fate and Damn, You Look Good. I have more ideas for this story then those two. Saddening, I know because I really want to get those stories rolling.
This isn't going to be one of those 'OMG Lavi you almost killed but I forgive you so let's have sex and live happily ever after' stories. Though, I do love those kinds of stories as well, I want to portray their hardships after the incident and Allen's struggle and resentfulness of forgiving Lavi and Lavi's on trying to forgive himself.
Enough of the talking, let's get to the story. Hope you enjoy.
P.S.- This story is rated M for cursing, drug use, and in later chapters, possible yaoi.
Lavi didn't blame the older crimson-haired man standing in front him for all the hurtful remarks that was rolling off his tongue, directed towards him.
How could he?
It was his fault. And though it felt like someone was stabbing his heart with a rusty dagger, it was entirely his fault.
"You're damn lucky that I haven't called your grandfather and told him every fucking detail," Cross threatened, finger dangerously close to Lavi's face.
"I appreciate that, sir," Lavi quietly mumbled, head bent and eyes focused on his Vans as if there was something intriguing about them.
"Ha," the older male growled. "You better fucking appreciate, you lowlife. You almost killed my nephew. If I wouldn't have come home when I did, you'd still be clutching his body and crying like the idiot you are. Lucky for you and the boy, I took some EMT classes."
Though Lavi knew this wasn't the time to be thinking on it, he was amazed to hear that the older redhead had some form of medical training. He always thought Allen's guardian hadn't done anything with his life besides drinking, smoking, and having sex with random women.
But…he was glad he did. Because if it wasn't for Cross, Allen would be dead. Where Lavi thought there was no heartbeat or pulse, Cross told him there was but they were faint. He hated to admit it, but Cross was right. If he hadn't have come home earlier, Lavi would still be bawling his eyes out and Allen would have ceased to exist.
"You're right, sir." Lavi still didn't dare look up at the furious man before him.
"You're damn right damn I am," Cross sneered, placing his finger on Lavi's chest and pushing him. "Now, get out of my fucking sight before I change my mind and do call your grandfather."
Not wanting to be in the presence of the hostile redhead just in case he decided to take some drastic measure to get rid of him himself, Lavi pivoted on his heel and walked at a quick pace to the hospital's exit.
Sighing once he was across the threshold of the sliding doors. Shoulders slouched forward; he headed in the direct of his residence, not able to get his mind off Allen and his well-being.
Though he desperately wanted to, but also didn't want to feel the wrath of Cross Marian, Lavi decided against going to see Allen the day after the incident.
The only thing he feared worse than facing Cross was facing the kids at school. He knew he could skip out on school though his grandfather wasn't home. He couldn't visit Allen and if he stayed home all he would do is dwell on the incident and mope around all day. Plus, he had already missed the maximum number of days allowed. News traveled fast in Millennium High and Lavi knew this. Honestly, he didn't care what the others at school thought happened, he knew the story would be get twisted around and the truth would soon be lost, but there was two people in particular he didn't want to hear the story.
Lenalee and Kanda.
He knew Lenalee was going to be completely and utterly disappointed. As for Kanda, he shuttered at the thought of what the hotheaded Japanese was going to do to him.
Sighing loudly, Lavi grabbed his school blazer from the coat rack and headed out the door, already dreading the day ahead.
The looks he received from the kids passing by him in the hall were to be expected. He knew he was now labeled the school druggie and the guy who almost killed his best friend because of his awful habit. The expressions on their faces were of mixed emotions. Some wore masks of disbelief; others were of disappointment, sadness, and anger.
He paid them no mind, though. Keeping an eye out for the two he dreaded seeing the most now. He knew it was inevitable, though. He had half his classes with Kanda and seen Lenalee throughout the school the whole day and in lunch. Might as well get the physical and emotional ass kicking over with early…
"Hey, Usagi!"
And as if he could read minds, he heard the voice of Yuu Kanda loud and clear through the hallway. And it was evident that he was highly pissed off.
Slowly, while praying to God his face wouldn't collide with a fist right off, Lavi turned around. Seemed like God answered his prayers. Well, sort of. Instead of Kanda's fist slamming into his face, a face wrapped around his throat and felt his body thrown against the lockers lining the wall.
Blinking in surprise, Lavi looked up into the face of Yuu Kanda. Even though the Japanese's scowl was a permanent feature, today it was deeper and more sinister, with his teeth bared like a threatened dog.
Standing off to the side next to Kanda was Lenalee. Lavi was right, the look Lenalee was giving at the moment made him want to crawl into a dark corner and die. Hurt, disappointment, anger, and was that hatred as well? Probably. And if it was, he didn't blame her. But she couldn't hate him as much as he hated himself right now.
"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?" Kanda growled out, and to Lavi's amazement, in a deathly quiet voice.
Lavi didn't say a word. Instead, he casted his one eye down to his shoes like he had did the day before with Cross.
"Well?" Kanda asked, roughly shaking the boy under his grip. "You could have killed the damn moyashi and all you can do is stare at your goddamn shoes like there's something so fucking amazing about them?!"
By this time, the others in the hallway had stopped to watch the scene between the two males. Lavi still didn't say anything and keep his gaze averted from his hostile classmate in front of him.
Another rough shake and Lavi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He wanted to say; This is nothing compared to what Allen's going through, but he knew if he mentioned Allen's name right now to Kanda that he would only serve to piss him off more.
"Do you even care, Lavi? Do you care that the moyashi's in critical condition because of that shit you fed him? Because I don't think you do. I think you wouldn't even shed a tear if he had died. I think-"
At this point, he had heard enough. Lavi grabbed the Japanese's wrist, gripping as hard as he could, causing the other to blink in surprise.
"You think…I don't care?" he said, voice strained from his attempt to keep the tears that were threatening to fall back. "You think I don't care about Allen's well-being? That if he had died that my life would be all fine and dandy? That I wanted him to die? Well, fuck you, Yuu."
Half way through Lavi's small rant, Kanda had let go of his neck. Rubbing the reddening spot, he shot back the hard, cold glare that Kanda was also directing towards him.
Turning his back on his two friends, Lavi started back down the hall and towards his first period class. Biting his lip, still trying to hold back the tears, he vowed he would make this up to Allen, Kanda, and Lenalee. And though it would be extremely hard, to never touch that drug again.
He knew it wasn't going to be an easy task.
