Meteors

No. "ALLEN!" Kanda turned around in the mouth of the cave, leaning forward awkwardly as he tried to hold his left arm in place. The last pebbles fell and bounced loudly as if mocking the desperation that echoed in the scream. "AALLEN!!" His foot scuffed as his rough boot heel challenged the veritable mountain of boulders that had collapsed so suddenly.

"Yu!"

His empty eyes turned to Lavi who held his arm out to stop him.

"He's under there somewhere, don't step on the rocks, okay?"

My moyashi, my moyashi. "Okay," it was no more than a breath because there was no logic if they'd lost him to a cave in. Practical green looked painfully as Kanda leaned over and began shoving the rocks with his shoulder and good arm, mechanical movements from a suddenly void face, eyes desolate, bloodied lips parted as he breathed heavily under the strain of his labors.

My moyashi, my moyashi. "Moyashi, moyashi," he murmured as he worked. Rice paper hands were joined by leather bound tan ones. Lavi watched Kanda carefully as they shifted stones, carefully like he'd been watching him for a while now, eyes trained on wounds that once healed in the space of seconds. Red pens were busy on the rice paper's fragile face but the pages could not stop fluttering through empty space.

Kanda had not been loved for so long that part of him had become lost when Allen smiled at him and the ruddy wood and sawdust took the rice papers and held them close. Lavi had sat on the bank as stars reflected in the dark lake that had sat stagnant since it formed. Allen needed someone. Kanda needed to be needed. The formula was simple from Lavi's view outside the equation.

It was simple to Kanda and Allen too and that was why, even though he could be dead, Kanda smiled when, four hours later, he uncovered a twinkling white star.

And why he, with a dislocated shoulder and various gashes and bruises, carefully, carefully unearthed Allen, pulling his seedling sprout up out of the compact earth, no match for his compact determination.

Lavi waited, hovering close by as rice paper fingers brushed gently, gently against pale bruised stars, stroking silver comets away from the sky's canvas. Twin moons were closed lightly as their galaxy was enfolded by soothing wet waves, as dark curtained silver to shield it from the world and lotus petal lips floated from the surface of the lake across the expanses of the sky.

Leather brushed the trembling waves and softly, softly stretched out the tender roots of a very lucky bean sprout.

"Nothing broken, maybe fractured, but mostly whole."

Black waves caressed the ocean shore, holding the sky loosely in their mirrored hold.

"My moyashi, my moyashi," sighed the rippling lake.

They would wait until the sun came up again, sky and water bound in leather.


Sorry if the imagery is excessive!!!! Here's a general key:

Allen- sky and star imagery

Kanda-lake and water imagery

Lavi- leather and the ocean shore... at the end...

RANDOM o.O! Thanks for reading!