CHAPTER TRANSLATION: Luvas Brancas "White Gloves"
NOTES ON THIS CHAPTER: Is it weird I totally like writing as Road? She's just so devilishly twisted. This will be my first time ever writing as Tyki Mikk, and only my second time as Lavi. Therefore, if they venture into the land of OOC, please tell me. I want to keep them as IC as possible. This chapter was fun to write. I don't really know what else to say. So enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I forgot to put one in the beginning. Although it should be bluntly obvious, I do not now, nor will I ever, own D. Gray Man.
Lavi awoke in a relatively big room. The pattern of the walls was almost blinding with its consistent pattern of black and white squares. The ceiling and the floor were the same way. That same consistent pattern. His first instinct was to run, to get as humanly far away from this room as possible. There was only one problem, no door. Immediately, he sat up and rose to his feet. It was surprisingly easy, and this worried him because he knew he had suffered more than a fair share of injuries during the attack. But he decided he'd figure that out later. First, he had to get out of this blinding room.
Hands felt the walls up and down, finding absolutely nothing. No door, no windows. No way out. So he went for his Innocence. Reaching to his leg, where the hammer was usually housed, Lavi noticed he no longer had the hammer. Now that was strange.
"Looking for something?" an eerie voice called out from somewhere behind the Exorcist. A green eye darted to where the voice was coming from. Amidst the floor, a small girl was seemingly fused with the checkers. Her smile went inhumanly far across her face, and her eyes were just two yellow circles. The checkered pattern seemed to be fused with her skin causing her almost to blend into the room itself. Her arms were held up slightly, sleeves hanging well past fingers. Lavi had seen this before, this inhuman form. He had seen it in a dream before, but it hadn't been a dream. He had been in Road's dream world then.
But the redhead didn't have time to think further. The checkered sleeve grabbed his arm and lunged him forward. Both forms disappearing into the mess of squares, and Lavi found himself in a new spot. The injuries he had taken in battle suddenly became very real. It hit fast, and it hit hard. He wanted to curl in on himself, yet when he tried, he was jerked into an upright stance a few seconds later.
"Oho, Lady Road will be very unpleased if you do not let me finish cleaning you!" something called out. The voice was almost mechanic. It was high pitched, and it seemed to sound out each word. Yet Lavi hadn't really heard a word of what the voice said. He turned to see who it was.
It was a lady, or at least it looked like one. She had auburn hair. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle, although they seemed dead at the same time. Her figure was almost perfect, and she had the smile to go with it. And if he wasn't near-death and in a strange land, Lavi would have been genuinely impressed. This girl was definitely strike-worthy. A very faint smile spread across his lips. Any negative thoughts were gone because, really, a beautiful woman tending to his wounds was nice. But was she really tending to them? They didn't feel tended to. He glanced down to his arms, wounds uncovered and closing on their own. So she wasn't tending to them. Then just what was she up to?
Thin arms wrapped around his shoulders, and a kiss was planted on his cheek. It stung, and he was pretty sure he had some kind of injury there. Although, it was stranger that somebody was kissing him. Glancing down to the arms, he noticed they were clad in white that frayed at the ends in strangely neat triangular formations.
The person hugging him finally spoke, which was good because Lavi didn't know if his neck could even move at this point. "Ah, my new doll is going to look so good!" Thin fingers pressed against Lavi's cheek and turned his head. Green eye came face to face with a pair of golden, chaotic ones. "We're going to have so much fun, won't we, Bookman?" Her smirk was devious, and her tongue seemed to stick out just a bit.
It hit him that he had been taken captured. The thought alone was weird enough. Why had Road taken him hostage? She was by no means one of the less brutal Noahs. No, of all the ones he had met, she was the most twisted. She wouldn't have thought twice about killing him unless she was bored. That must have been it. She was bored. She had done something similar to this with Lenalee, if he recalled correctly. Only, Allen had come almost instantly to Lenalee's rescue. The other Exorcists probably thought him dead. He was in this on his own, and he had to escape somehow. If not for his job as Bookman, then for his friends back home.
Blind determination drove him to stand up, Road's arms falling off of him. He staggered a few feet, only to fall just a few steps later. Suddenly, he felt a foot on his back, the heel digging against his spine. He closed his eye, wincing in pain. The foot had hit a sore spot, but its owner didn't seem to care in the least. She dug in further.
"Listen here, doll. You're playing with me," Road's tone held it's usual sadistic demeanor, "And we can do it one of two ways. One, you can do whatever I say, and I'll let you live. Or two, you can try to fight, and I can just play with your mind." The foot was removed, only for the Noah to sit on his back. She leaned forward, her lips just centimeters away from his ear. "I'm sure you remember what I'm capable of. I'll break your mind into little pieces, then I'll kill you. Slowly and painfully. Do we have a deal, Bookman?"
Lavi listened to his options, the very few that he had. If he wanted to escape, he would have to play her game. He would play along, and the second he had a window of opportunity, he would escape. He would be free, and he could return to his friends. He could return to his life. He knew as a Bookman, he wasn't supposed to be attached to people. It had been preached to him as long as he could remember, but that didn't stop him. He missed his friends. He wanted to see them. He hadn't even gotten to tell them goodbye. He just had to get out of this. For everything. Friends, jobs, and mostly, to take these Noahs down. It was just a matter of time before he made his escape.
So, he swallowed hard and tried to find his voice. It came out raspy and choked, but it came all the same. "Deal."
And Road's tone went from sinister to oddly childish. A laugh came from her lips as she jumped up, leaving the redhead on the floor. "This will be so much fun!" she exclaimed, glancing at him. Her face scrunched in thought, and she held up her hand. "Now, let my Akuma finish cleaning you up, and then we'll start a game!" With that, the Noah skipped off to find Lero. After all, she couldn't play with her doll alone, could she?
A new pair of feet were in Lavi's eyesight. The figure was clad in black pants. He looked upwards. The figure was a male, clad in a white, long-sleeved shirt that was buttoned, save for the last two. And said figure was removing a pair of white gloves from gray hands. Golden eyes, much less chaotic than Road's, glanced down at the redhead with a look of slight confusion.
"So, you're the new play-thing I've heard about, huh, boy?"
Tyki Mikk.
END OF CHAPTER NOTES: Dun, dun, duuunn~ We meet the imfamous Tyki Mikk, and the fun begins! I didn't want this chapter to be Tyki-centric because I really did feel the setting needs some development. So I'm sorry your yaoi-dose is low for this chapter. Lavi's escape thoughts kind of seem off to me, but I'm my own worse critic. I hope you guys liked this chapter! XD "That thing is a Tyki-idol. Throw it out!""But he's so cute!" I just heard that on television. XD Anyway! moving on. Read and review. It makes me happy! Also, thank you to anybody that has reviewed, put this story on their alerts or faved it!
