Hello,
I'd like to say: I do not own d-gray man, just this story.
The Sun started to fall into the ocean that evening, or so it seemed. It let out its final shades of red and yellow, and then soon fanned into a mixture of both dark orange and light amber.
The ocean was still and everything was peaceful,
Lavi wiggled his bare toes into wet sand as he sat freely near the water.
'Inhale… Exhale'
The pattern he's forced to live by- well, unless someone deprives him of that privilege too…
Strands of red hair tickled the teen's nose and cheek as the breeze hit him- as little as there was.
"Lavi" Someone called out to him from behind, though the red head knew quite well who the voice belonged to.
"What happened, Gramps?"
"I'm done recording, we can start heading back now."
'Back Where?' Lavi thought somewhat bewildered
Then it hit him.
The War…
The War between The Order and The Earl.
They arrived at the order much earlier than Lavi had predicted. The sun had set and night came. Bright stars suffocated the midnight the sky, making the difference between them obvious and quite beautiful.
"Lavi?" Bookman called out to his apprentice from the other side of the carriage.
"Hm?" He hummed in reply, tearing his eyes away from the window he was staring out of.
Bookman let his eyes droop slightly, "Are you feeling ill? You seem to drift off a lot, what's been on your mind lately?"
Lavi felt the carriage stop and opened the door. Hopping out he stretched, then grabbed both his and Bookman's bags.
"Quit worrying about me old panda!" He laughed aloud to lighten the mood. "Worry about the mission we're on here at the order."
Bookman sighed; the boy was good at changing the subject
"Fine." The old man brushed it off. He'd just ask him later.
They entered through the main doors quietly, and went straight for their shared room. Or rather, Lavi did. Bookman walked Lavi to the door and took off. He figured he was going to talk to Koumi or something.
"Old people.." The redhead joked as he opened the door to the room. Koumi was in his mid to late twenties or something and bookman…
Please, Lavi didn't think that old panda even remembered his own age.
Once Lavi was comfy in his room he freshened up, now sporting a pair of baggy blue and white colored pajama pants that stopped just before his ankle and a thin white t-shirt. His feet were bare and his hair was loose and still a bit moist from his recent shower.
He took off his eye patch a while ago too, even though he used it every day- he never had actually gotten used to it. His eye was fine after all. He only needed it for the job. It was "Lavi's" look. Not his…
Who was he really?
How many names has he already gone through?
'Who cares…'
He is bookman's apprentice. That's it.
He sighed softly, laying in his bed- staring up at his ceiling. It was a perfect canvas for the memory masterpiece he was about to paint. This was the only place one can truly think…
"Lavi"
"HOLY SHIT!" He yelped, jumping up from his pillow with wide eyes- He didn't even hear the old man come in!
"Keep quiet!" Bookman spat bitterly as he picked up some items and headed out of the room again, but this time toward the bathroom.
"Easy for you to say! You were the other guy!" Lavi retorted placing his hand over his heart to prove a point.
Bookman mumbled incoherently as he went into the bathroom, "Whatever you just said bookman, I triple it 40 times your current age back to you!" The redhead yelled aloud so that he could hear him in the hallway.
"If he can even remember…"
He was talking to himself.
"That's enough mumbling for you Lavi, time to go to sleep."
Still talking to himself.
It grew quiet in the room while Lavi readied himself for sleep. It would have been perfect if Lavi's body would actually go to sleep! And, where's bookman? It's like ten minutes to two now.
'The HELL? It's been an hour! What's takin' em? Ha! I bet that old fart forgot he washed himself already, for like the 15th time. I better go remind him.'
Throwing his feet off the bedside, he put on his favorite slippers and headed out the door to the bathroom. He didn't knock before entering- heck, he didn't need to! All the shower heads were surrounded by multiple shower curtains and metal stalls. No one could see your no-no place while you clean it! Best invention since deodorant!
"Old people…mumble… Stupid hair… mumble… Wrink—" Lavi was talking to himself again when just before he could finish his last word- he froze.
Blood.
All over the floor…
"Bookman!" He screamed listening desperately for a reply. This can't be happening… There was an ache in his chest and he felt his stomach churn wildly.
A scream was heard from the ground floor
"ATTENTION EVERYONE, THERE HAS BEEN A SECURITY BREACH ON LEVEL TWO SECTION FOUR OF HQ!
I REPEAT, THERE HAS BEEN A SECURITY BREACH ON LEVEL TWO SECTION FOUR OF HQ! ALL EXORCISTS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"
Lavi ran out of the bathroom to see what was going on,
Bookman and some other exorcists were fighting a swarm of Level 3 akuma.
Bookman was bleeding.
"SHIT" Lavi ran to his room, grabbed his innocence, and put on his outfit in record time.
All he really did was put his coat over his white shirt, change into his regular pants, and slip in his boots.
Just an hour ago he was happy.
Just 30 minutes ago everything was alright.
Now he had to fight akuma.
Now he wished he would have just went to sleep.
And it was only Monday…