Summary: What was love? Sing a song for me and maybe I'll understand.
Pairing: Laven (but nothing happens)
Disclaimer: Never have, never will most likely. Own D.Gray-man that is. I'm not going to start stealing people's identities, you know? :D
Rating: K+ (I think there are some very vague implications that would make it T but that's just me :D)
Warnings: Umm, spoilers from chap 166(have to say this for the anime people ;) and well, me coming up with words and well, that's it I guess.. :D
A/N: I've had this ready for a while but just couldn't get myself to post it(my reputation as a CrossAllen author would've been killed :P okay not serious about that) as I thought it could still be somehow made better but then I read it, yesterday I think, and noticed that it didn't really suck(at least as much as I remembered).. xD And here you have my very first try at writing a Laven(or actually anything that isn't CrossAllen xD).. What can I say? :D Enjoy, loves!
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Sing a song for me
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What was it again? This thing we had started. I wasn't sure anymore. Was there love or was it just some physical attraction? Who knows.
Maybe the whole thing wasn't meant to happen in the beginning scheme of things. Maybe God had decided he'd like to play a little game with us.
The one everyone said was loved by the deity above everyone else and the one who was supposed to stay objective and only record the passing of things.
And the way our Innocences just sang when we got to battle together was beautiful to our ears, even if no-one else didn't hear it, or maybe it was because of that. Had someone heard, they would've probably said some lame line about soul mates or something of the like.
Well, except for Kanda. He would've scoffed and just told us we were stupid for even thinking that.
But I never told Lavi about that particular thought. I knew he'd look at me weirdly and then smile saying something about me being 'lovably weird', don't ask me what that means. I don't know myself.
It wasn't really that I didn't love him but there just was something I felt kept us apart. Or maybe what really kept us away from each other was the thing that we didn't love each other. Even the thought hurt me, but on the other hand, he had been there when it was revealed to me that I was actually the Fourteenth and that Mana had been my brother in some previous life.
He had supported me through it all. He had taken every bout of anger, every bit of self-doubt. He had stayed even when I had cursed everything to Hell and screamed at him to get away before something happened. He had cringed when I had said to him with an ice-cold voice that he should leave a monster like me and that I was his enemy in the end.
But was that love? Or was it just his duty as a Bookman? I have seen him change between facades and moods faster than it's possible for a person so why should this all be real? Or am I doubting myself again?
Who knows.
In the end, I can only ask for you to sing to me.
If it's not too late.
Who knows.
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A/N: ... I'm cliché. 'nuff said. -goes to hang herself from an apple tree-