A/N: Happy Memorial Day, everyone. Playing around with voice and such.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Please leave a message after the tone.
⌠ Moyashi, it's me. Pick up damn the phone, will you? ⌡
26 new messages.
December 24th, Tuesday, 8:37 PM
⌠Allen, it's me, Lenalee. Are you feeling any better? I just wanted to wish you an early happy birthday. I'll visit soon, okay?⌡
Lenalee hates it. The smell of hospitals, she hates it. The stench of cleanliness and pale mint walls are supposed to be comforting, but they're the exact opposite. Burnt flesh as well, she recognizes, throttling. Seeing Allen propped up against pillows and staring into space is oddly reminiscent—and it doesn't help one bit, this hospital and its smell.
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December 25th, 12:00 AM
⌠Allen! Happy birthday! Tykki tells me you're sick. You should come over and play as soon as you get better, yes? ⌡
Rhode is terribly bored. She entertains herself with the many critters hiding the corners of the mansion. Her favorite is the spider. She likes to torment them, see, trap them in cups and drown them in the bathroom sink. Sometimes she tears off their legs, one by one, laughs at how they writhe in desperate frenzy to get the fuck away from this girl, this—
But then Rhode remembers how much more fun Allen was. He was much more durable, see, and a bigger target.
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December 25th, Wednesday, 12:01 AM
⌠ Hey Allen! Lavi here. I better be the first to wish you this. Happy birthday, man! You're sixteen now, aren't you? Hurry and recover so we can celebrate! ⌡
Lavi does not consider birthdays to be terribly special. Especially when you know that your birthday(s) comes on 49 days out of the 365 in a year. But Lavi cannot help but wonder exactly what day Allen was born on.
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December 25th, Wednesday, 1:05 PM
⌠ Hey birthday boy! See you in… oh say, thirty minutes? Komui sends his regards—stop that, Ni-san! Sorry about that…. Anyway, see you soon!⌡
The doctors tell Lenalee that Allen can hear her. Truthfully, it's like talking a brick wall, better yet, talking to herself.
But she still does.
"Hi Allen. It's been roughly a month since you've first arrived. We're—Lavi, Kanda, and I—doing well. Lavi's beginning to travel again, so we don't see him much anymore. Kanda is, well… Kanda. I feel like he's been on edge more since you… yeah. Anyway, the Order's been great. It's been relatively quieter though. But some things never change. I wonder how many more defective robots my brother can dream up."
Lenalee stands, eyes downcast as she traces circles on the open palm of his heavily scarred arm the color of blood, so lovely, so red, red, red, redredredRED—
She presses her lips to the sanguine pentacle on his forehead before leaving.
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December 25th, Thursday, 10:23 PM
⌠ Hi, Allen. This is Miranda Lotto. Did you get the package in the mail? I hope you enjoy it; I got it straight from Germany. Happy birthday! ⌡
Miranda was eternally grateful for exorcists. She might've always been a good-for-nothing if it hadn't been for Allen Walker and Lenalee Li, bless them.
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December 25th, Wednesday, 10:25 PM
⌠ Oi, Moyashi. Pick up the damn phone. Fuck this—⌡
I hate you, Beansprout. How the fuck can I meditate when you plague my thoughts?
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December 27th, Friday, 11:34 PM
⌠ Hey, idiot apprentice. I heard it was your birthday today, so look in the mail about a week from now. Take care of that, won't you? ⌡
Cross was not as heartless as Allen believed he was. Some part of him loved Allen as Mana loved Neah—
—just not enough to remember his birthday or exploit his devilish talents.
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December 30th, Monday, 11:10 AM
⌠It's Lenalee. Did you like the present? When are you being released from the hospital? The Order misses you dearly! ⌡
The package had come, wrapped in paper the color of the midnight sky with a white envelope taped to its top.
• Allen,
This is a late Christmas and birthday gift, sorry. It'll probably arrive a couple days late. But anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy it. I'll have you know that I helped Jerry make it! Also, there's some pocket change in the envelope, is case you haven't found it yet. I'm so uncreative….
Have a good one!
Lenalee •
Allen had yet to open it, let alone read it.
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January 1st, Wednesday, 12:01 AM
⌠ Hey Allen! Happy New Years! I'm traveling to Italy with the Panda. I swear, I'm being over worked…. I hope you're hanging in there.⌡
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January 5th, Sunday, 3:34 AM
⌠ Moyashi. You should seriously heal faster so the rabbit and Lenalee will get the fuck off my case. Damn you. ⌡
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January 13th, Monday, 4:44 PM
⌠ Hey Allen, it's Lavi. I haven't called in a while. How are you?⌡
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January 23rd, Thursday, 6:56 AM
⌠ Sprout. Have you spoken to the doctors yet? ⌡
"What's his score, Matron?"
The boy had once been a lively youth. Could this really be him, the one with the steely eyes and ethereal smile despite the many ordeals he had gone through?
"Matron."
She inclines her head as if acknowledging the doctor's presence.
"What's his score?"
The number nearly chokes her, but she speaks in a severe tone.
"Five."
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February 14th, Friday, 8:04 AM
⌠ Happy Valentine's Day, Allen! You're still not well? You should save Lero the trouble of keeping me company, Allen. Save some chocolate for me, yes?⌡
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February 14th, Friday, 7:16 PM
⌠ Hi Allen, Lenalee here. Happy Single Awareness Day! Did you get any chocolate? ⌡
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March 4th, Tuesday, 6:42 AM
⌠ Walker. You're not going to get better, are you? ⌡
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March 5th, Wednesday, 1:38 PM
⌠ It's Lenalee. Long time no chat, Allen. How are you feeling? The Order's just not the same without you, Allen. Get well soon!⌡
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March 12th, Wednesday, 5:45 PM
⌠ Moyashi. You should hurry up.⌡
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March 17th, Monday, 2:01 PM
⌠ You're not going to die are you?⌡
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March 19th, Wednesday, 9:30 AM
⌠ Don't die on us.⌡
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March 20th, Thursday, 5:59 PM
⌠ I need a sparring partner. ⌡
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March 21st, Friday, 12:15 PM
⌠ Hey man, it's Lavi. China's great. When you get better, you should really visit. You'd like the mountains, I think. I'm going to England soon. You're British, aren't you?⌡
Guì lín was truly beautiful. The sloping mountains and hills resembled obelisks of stone and life. Water so clear, that its rock beds were fully visible. Quaint villages and towering pagodas dotted the landscape. Occasionally, fishermen set to work, lanterns reflecting on the water surface, especially beautiful at dusk. The fish swarmed to that light, their cast ripples echoed for miles and miles.
Lavi's favorite was the caves, the stalagmites and stalactites iridescent. Perhaps it was artificial lighting, but he'd never know.
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March 23rd, Sunday, 9:55 PM
⌠ Fuck you. Don't die on me.⌡
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March 24th, Monday, 8:54 AM
⌠ You could at least stop lying, you know. Just die already.⌡
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March 26th, Wednesday, 10:30 PM
⌠ I'm impatient, brat. If you die, I'll cut you up.⌡
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March 27th, Wednesday, 4:44 AM
⌠ I hate you, Allen.⌡
Please leave a message after the tone.
For once in his life, Kanda could not speak.
The tone bore a striking likeness to the flatline of an electrocardiogram.
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March 28th, Thursday, 3:43 PM
⌠ See you there, Allen. See you there. I'll cut you up when I get there, so wait for me, will you?⌡
A/N: Open to your own interpretation. The whole Kanda and Lenalee thing can be considered shipping, but I intended for it to be platonic. I'm not a humorous person, but I try. -wilts-
What a big-ass metaphor. ._. Those cross symbols are so ironic. Everything is ironic, lawl. And does anyone else see the font changes? I can't seem to fix it. It's probably 'cause I'm so abusive of the alt-code.
If any of you ever go to China, you must go to Guì lín. It's beautiful. -dreamy sigh- I went there when I visited relatives last summer.
The "score" the doctors were talking about is the Glasgow Coma Scale. The higher the score, the better. It ranges from three to 15. Thank god for Wikipedia. -_-"
Thank you all for reading. Please report all mistakes to me. All forms of reviews are accepted.
-J