A/N: These one shots are for DGM Week 2015! Each chapter will be a different day, and all of the chapters are unrelated. However, every chapter will focus on Lavi and Allen, as those two idiots tug my heartstrings. Enjoy.

Day 1 — Survival

"Lavi!"

The scream echoed in his ears, Allen's tone more desperate and panicked than the redhead had ever heard it before. Lavi tried to call back to him, but his voice was lost amongst the din of the battlefield. The Akuma had lain in wait, ambushing them on the forest path, using the trees and craggy rocks as cover.

He should have seen it coming. He should have warned them. But it was too late – too late to do anything else but bleed out against the rock he hit not moments ago. The Akuma had impaled him with one of its pincers right in the gut, not even bothering to finish the job as it went after his friends. They were all fighting so hard – like he should have been.

Lavi knew from years of Bookman training and too much experience with war that he didn't have much longer to live. The blood rushed out of his body faster than he thought possible, and even though he attempted to staunch the bleeding with his hands, he could barely hold them up and press down on the wound. The pain was too much, and he was quickly losing feeling in his limbs.

Another bad sign, he knew. Everything looked dim, darker than it should have been at midday. Even the scuffle of fighting sounded further away than it should have.

Time was slipping away…

"Allen," he said, hoping his voice would reach him. However, the young exorcist was too immersed in the fight to hear Lavi's call, weak as it was. Tears welled up in his green eye. He had to talk to him, before it was too late. He had to tell him…

No, no, no! He wasn't going to die like this! There was too much to be done, too much to be said. He was supposed to go into town tomorrow with Lenalee to help her pick out a birthday present for Komui. And Gramps – well, he expected him back at the Order to help translate a new manuscript. The old man couldn't do it without him! Not to mention he had the perfect prank to pull on Kanda that he had been so excited to try out.

And Allen…

Oh, god… Allen. He had to tell him…

Lavi pressed his hands harder into the wound, wincing as pain sliced through his abdomen. Maybe if he just tried harder, he could get to his feet. If he could get up, he could walk. If he could walk, he could get to Allen.

He managed to pitch himself forward, still clutching his stomach, but instead of getting up off the rocky ground, he fell hard to the side, curling up into a ball. Lavi looked down at the dirt under him as it washed red with blood.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't get up. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak.

This was it. This was the end.

It was a waste – a fucking waste.

Lavi grit his teeth and let go of his side. Using both hands, he tried to push himself up. His vision blurred, his limbs felt numb and weak, and it was harder to focus.

Why was he getting up again? He had a reason – an important reason…

"Lavi!" the white haired exorcist shouted again, sounding closer this time around.

Of course. How could he forget? Allen.

Allen, Allen, Allen…

He repeated the name in his mind until it blurred into one long sentence without meaning. It was the only word he could think, the only one that mattered at the moment. Allen.

Lavi crumpled onto the ground once more, his arms giving out and his legs no longer able to move. Everything smelled like metal, tasted like metal.

It was sticky and wet and cold.

Everything was numb now.

Lavi was just about to close his eye when his shoulders were roughly grabbed, pushing him on his back. He winced and groaned in pain at the sudden jolt to his body. When his vision focused, he looked up and could see a worried face looking down on him.

"Allen?" Lavi asked, suddenly confused.

Allen moved Lavi around, tying something tight around his midsection. The jostling woke the redhead from his haze, the pain returning and sharpening his dulling senses, if only for the moment.

He had to tell him, while he still had the chance…

"Allen—"

"Don't talk, Lavi. It's going to be all right." Allen continued to work.

No. No, it wasn't. Lavi could feel it. He was slipping away.

"I have to—" Lavi grit his teeth as he was moved again, the pain ripping through his side. "I have to tell you."

"Shh, it's ok," Allen calmed the redhead, looking down at his face and brushing back his sweat soaked hair. "Help is coming."

Lavi head lolled back and forth in a slow shake. "No, you don't understand," he insisted, trying to get his words out. "Allen… Allen, I—"

Allen silenced him, pressing his fingers gently against Lavi's lips. The redhead stared up at his friend, who only looked down at him with an understanding gaze. "Lavi, just tell me later."

Did he not understand? There would be no later. There was no more time. It had to be now. He had to tell him!

Allen's fingers retreated from Lavi's lips when a shout in the distance distracted him. Lavi was about to open his mouth, and scream the words he'd been hiding in his heart for so long at the white haired teen before it was too late. However, a feminine voice cut through the air, silencing his confession.

"Time Record – Activate."

And Lavi's world went black.