Fourty-Nine
By Shiroku-kkari
(A/N: I do NOT own DGM coz Hoshino Katsura-sensei owns it. This is just a two-shot fanfic based on my PoV on Lavi's past & dark personality. I could say to you people that there absolutely no Lavi/Allen shou-ai here & I know some of you people like it. I just made it in a friendship/brother-like relationship, mind you.)
"I will recognize you as the heir to the Bookman." A familiar voice was heard out of the darkness. Then, the scenery changed into a field of Ryes. "The back history is the history of those whose stories are not told or the truth that is omitted." Bookman stated, not looking to the young heir.
'Gramps?' Lavi thought, seeing the familiar scene replay during his sleep. Bookman stopped & looked at Lavi who is behind him. "You will record those from now on, understood?" he asked. "Yes" the young apprentice replied & looked at the floating dandelions as the wind blew past right him.
Lavi shot himself up his bed, waking up in the middle of the night. He stood up & went to the bathroom. Lavi opens the faucet & splashed his face with running water. Then, he looked at his reflection on the mirror, something preoccupying his mind. "It's the same dream I've been dreaming of these past nights" he muttered, going back to his bed.
He lied down & looked at his right palm. He stared at it for a long time. Then, he saw a scene of Road's dream. His eyes widened & he shook his head. "Dammit! I still remember it clear as day!" he whispered coldly, rolling to the left side of the bed, facing the wall. "Still having nightmares, Lavi?" Bookman said, looking at the red-haired Bookman.
"It's none of your business, Old Panda" he replied, irritated by his mentor's question. Bookman gave Lavi a flying kick at his back. "Ow, what did you do that for, Gramps?!" he retorted. "I'm not an 'Old Panda', you fool!" Bookman said indignantly, sitting at the side of Lavi's bed. "It's not that we can stop the war that we've been recording; we are just outsiders who record the war, omitting-"
"Omitting the whole truth about the war right? I know" Lavi interrupted as he joins Bookman, sitting at the side of his bed. "If you knew the roles we've been acting, then you should feel no remorse to those who are involved in the history" Bookman said as he stood up & returned to his own bed. "You should get some sleep, Deak" he added, returning to his sleep. "I think I should, Gramps" Lavi sighed & grabbed an old journal in the side-table near his bed.
He flipped through the pages of the omitted history recorded in the old journal. He sighed again, closing the journal & returning it to its original place. Lavi then remembered the deaths of many people involved in the wars he has been recording all the time. People killing each other because of the war. People die because of the war. The loved ones of the people who are involved in the war, grief-stricken their face as they saw the ones who are important to them die because of the war. 48 wars with 48 different names witnessed each war. It was very tiring to remember those wars.
Then, he thought of something. 'If Allen didn't save me from my attack back in the arc, I wouldn't be here today...' He realized that he was lucky that there are people who thinks of him as someone who is dear to them.
Lavi sighed & closed his eyes. "I guess this is the price of being a Bookman. Not being able to hold your friends dearly as you could or to feel remorse as they die" he muttered. 'Though the 49th is already committing the taboo because I consider them as my comrades & my friends...' he thought, drifting himself back to sleep.
& the first one's finished. If you don't know who Deak is, he is the 48th alias of Lavi. Yes, I know that this has a bit angst so kick me if I made Lavi emo XP
Kore ja, mata ne Until the next update of "Fourty-Nine" minna
