Title: Suck It Up
Summary: Lavi gets badly wounded. Allen and Kanda has to push all bitterness aside to help him. ...well, they try (supposedly).
Pairing: None. Allen/Lavi/Kanda friendship.
Genre: Friendship, angst
Rating: T
Warnings: Blood, Kanda's foul mouth...possible OOCness? (I'm afraid Allen's a bit OOC, but... His friend was wounded, he was tired and there were lots of shit happening?)
Disclaimer: DGM and all its characters belong to Hoshino Katsura (It's time for bed when you forget the first name of your favourite mangaka), and I love them so muches.
Time for Harmony283's drabble! (A friend told me drabbles are under 1000 words, lololol, I was like "bah whatever drabble is a loose term these days *butthurt*". I'm a child like that.) And, erm... I had an idea, that I really liked! But it didn't turn out that way. Not that I don't like how this turned out too but I really liked that original idea... Oh well. And the title doesn't really fit anymore?? But... I can't think of anything else.
Since I have so many joke requests to write, this is a srs srs piece, yup. I had an idea for a humour one as well, but went with this. But someone else did give me the idea... Sensei on D . Gray - Divinity. I dunno her fanfiction account, if she has any?
Anyway, this is ALSO, like the first one, posted on the requester's birthday. XDD In my timezone that is. She's been a year older for about two hours for me. So.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANDY, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! And I sure hope it's not OOC? *Fidget*
Typos, grammar mistakes, awkward phrasings, just point them out, kay? :3 If you want to.
harmony283
hmm...for this I'll go with
Kanda + Allen + Lavi: Mistake
(+=friendship)
Suck It Up
'Does he have to be so heavy?'
The thought was bitter and angry, but it was in honesty spawned from desperation. The air was positively freezing, biting into his cheeks and cutting his worn out lungs as he breathed. Cloud after cloud of air rapidly being heated up flew from his lips as he struggled to breathe properly, trying with all his might to drag the heavy and lifeless body across the ground. And he didn't have much might.
God, he was tired, he wanted to lie down and sleep, he wanted to curl up in a warm place and rest. And that was a fucking selfish thought that he berated himself for. He just had to... get to a secluded place that provided some shelter, and he had to find--
Where the hell was Kanda?
He exhaled heavily and dropped to the ground, rummaging through the jacket on the body he was dragging, the body with flaming red hair and an eye-patch on its right eye that was covered in way too much blood.
'Lavi, Lavi, Lavi, damn it, don't die on me.'
He found the black golem and pulled it out, hands trembling. Timcanpy wasn't a communication golem, and he had lost his own. It had probably been destroyed during the fight. Tears of anger and frustration burned in his eyes as he prayed that the call would connect. Please, let the call connect. He held his breath as he waited, and as the golem finally crackled he let out a whisper of "oh thank God" and wiped his eyes.
"Idiot Rabbit, where the hell are you?!" came Kanda's angry and breathless tone, the sounds of bullets being fired echoing in the background.
"Kanda!"
"...Bean Sprout?"
Allen grabbed a hold of Lavi's shoulders again and continued to pull him. "Kanda, where are you?" he asked, unable to hide the desperate tone. "Where the hell..." He panted heavily and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Kanda... Lavi..."
"Where's Lavi?" Kanda answered, with a question, sharply.
"Damn it," Allen breathed out, feeling something tug at the back of his coat in some sort of attempt in pulling him along. It had to be Tim. "Lavi... I think... Lavi... is dying. He's dying, Kanda! If I had only--"
"What the fuck, Bean Sprout, gather yourself together! Che. Where are you?"
Allen didn't miss the slight shaking in Kanda's voice (Kanda cared for Lavi, yes, he cared).
"I don't know!" Allen cried and forced back a sob. "I... can't see... There's trees and snow and... I don't know."
He wiped his eyes again and looked up at the sky; maybe he could see the explosions of the battle Kanda was obviously still engaged in.
"Pathetic," Kanda grumbled. "Fuck, idiot, focus. Are you an Exorcist or not?"
Allen shook his head, trying to clear it. Easy for Kanda to say. He was in pain, he was crawling in the cold snow dragging his vitally wounded best friend, it was at least minus ten degrees celsius and the trees didn't provide nearly enough shelter from the wind. He was trying.
"I... think I can see explosions..." he muttered and squinted at the sky. "But the wind is too loud for me to hear it. Is there a forest nearby your position?"
'Please say yes, please say yes.'
"Che, yeah."
'Oh, thank goodness.'
"Then... Could you come?" Allen asked and pulled Lavi yet another few decimeters. "I don't... think I can do this alone. I don't know what to do."
He had taken care of wounded, but not in a place like this, not where there was nothing around to use, nothing around to use for help. No shelter no warmth no water, nothing. And he was running out of power.
"I have to finish up here," Kanda answered bitterly. "That's my job."
But he would come. He just didn't say it.
"But then you'll come..."
But Allen wanted to hear it, damn it.
"...yes. Don't move him, and try to keep him warm. Where the fuck is that Crow, anyway?"
"How am I supposed to keep him warm?" Allen asked and stilled. "Link is... gone somewhere, I don't know."
"Think of something!" Kanda snapped. "Damn it, Bean Sprout, you really are pathetic! If you wanna save him, then make some sacrifices if you have to. Use your coat or whatever, just keep him warm."
"Keep him warm... Okay," Allen muttered and began to unbutton his coat. He could sacrifice that. Anything that could keep Lavi alive. "Hurry up, Kanda."
"Yeah, yeah... yeah."
The sound of battle that came from the golem disappeared and left him with nothing but the sound of the wind, his own beating heart and his heavy breathing, and he hated it. He wanted the sounds of battle back.
He pulled the coat off his shoulders and inhaled sharply as the cold wind bit into his skin without mercy. The torn shirt he was wearing underneath wasn't enough for warmth, not at all. But this was for Lavi's sake. Yes, for Lavi's. This was his fault. He had to fix this, he couldn't give it up. Damn it, Kanda better hurry up. He needed someone who could check the surroundings. He couldn't move very much...
. . .
Allen couldn't remember anytime when there had been so much chaos. He had no idea where he was anymore. He and Lavi had lost the others, or had been driven away from them, but the details didn't matter did it? Getting split up was bad when they were surrounded by enemies.
He saw a chance to attack and leaped at one of the Akuma. There was a flash and a cry from Lavi, that sounded like a sort of warning, and then he was thrown back and blinded by dust in his eyes, something wet hitting his right cheek. He could see nothing for a long while and he had a vague feeling of being tossed around or... something. What the hell was going on?
When the world finally stilled and his vision cleared the enemies were gone (where in the world had they gone). He coughed and gripped his leg that was bleeding quite badly with one hand and wiped his cheek with the other. He squinted at the liquid he had wiped off.
It was blood.
Lavi.
. . .
Allen had tried sweeping away snow from a spot on the ground, even if the ground was probably frozen, in hopes that without snow it would be a bit warmer and dragged Lavi into that spot. After wrapping his own coat around the redhead, he had huddled down over him to try and protect him, and that was how Kanda found them.
Allen vaguely managed to make out that something prodded at him and that, that, pulled him back down to earth, where he had floated away to hide from the cold and pain in his leg.
"Oi, Bean Sprout," he heard Kanda's voice and saw a bucket placed down on the ground next to him. "You're not gonna die, are you?"
"You wish," Allen grunted testily and scowled.
He was just about to straight up, but stopped when there was a sudden weight on his shoulders. He looked down and saw the dark red fabric of a Black Order Exorcist coat.
What?
"Kanda?" he asked and sat up, looking up at Kanda and... sure enough, the Japanese was only wearing his button-up shirt now. "Why...?"
"Che, some cold won't kill me. You on the other hand... You're wounded too, aren't you? If something happened to you Lenalee would never forgive me."
Allen frowned and bristled up like an angry cat, his lips pouting as he tried to look threatening. "I don't need your he--"
"Just accept it and shut the fuck up!" Kanda snapped angrily and rolled his eyes while kneeling down next to Lavi. "Understand when you need help, idiot. What, do you think you can do everything on your own?"
"I don't! I did say I couldn't do this on my own, didn't I?"
"Whatever. You sounded as if this was your fault before. What the hell did you two do?"
Allen paused and watched as Kanda pulled off Allen's coat from Lavi's body, along with any other clothes that were in the way, dipped a torn piece of fabric (that was from his shirt, Allen noticed) into the bucket (where did he get the water?) and removed the improvised bandages Allen had used (but they would've had to be removed soon anyway so... it was okay?) so that he could clean the (oh so nasty) wounds.
. . .
Lavi was there, a bit to the side. He was awfully pale and blood was forming on the ground under him. His shoulder had a hole straight through and his side had a deep gash in it. He appeared to have hit his head and he was missing a tooth. And all of it was bleeding rapidly.
"LAVI!" Allen screamed with his dry throat and stumbled onto his feet, rushing over to the redhead's side and falling down on his knees.
Pain shot up his leg, but he didn't mind it. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "Damn it damn it damn it. This is my fault. I'm so sorry, Lavi."
'If you die I'll never forgive myself.'
But no, Lavi couldn't die, he just couldn't. Allen gritted his teeth and unbuttoned his Exorcist jacket. He had to bandage those wounds up the best he could and try to get away from here, just... somewhere. Anywhere.
. . .
"I... attacked the wrong Akuma at the wrong moment," Allen muttered, and blinked as Kanda suddenly...slapped Lavi straight across the cheek, and quite hard too. The sound echoed through the air and made him flinch. "What are you--?"
"If he's awake there's a bigger chance he'll survive," Kanda snarled and pressed down on the wound in Lavi's side, watching intently as the green eye's eyelid twitched. "Hey, Idiot Rabbit, can you hear me?"
"Yu...chan?" Lavi mumbled weakly and hoarsely - he needed water, didn't he?
"Don't talk," Kanda grunted and began to clean the wound. "Just stay awake. Bean Sprout, give him some of the water before it gets bloody, but not too much."
Allen pulled the glove off his right hand and dipped it into the ice-cold water. But the cold didn't matter. Even if... you weren't supposed to give wounded anything to drink just like that? Or did that depend on how bad the wounds were? Or where they were? What did he know.
Lavi's throat did sound awfully dry, though.
"I'm sorry, Lavi," he said as he managed to get a little bit of water into the Bookman Junior's mouth. "If I hadn't jumped out like that you wouldn't have--"
"Shut up," Lavi interrupted in a grumble and somehow managed to glare up at Allen a little. "Don't be an idiot."
"You shut up, Lavi," Kanda broke in and prodded at the hole in Lavi's shoulder so that the redhead flinched a little. "I told you, don't talk. You two are both idiots, jumping in front of attacks to save others and putting the whole world on your shoulders. Che."
"The whole world is on our shoulders, Kanda," Allen protested, knowing that jab had been at him.
"But not on yours alone. Stop hurting Lenalee, idiot Bean Sprout."
"I-I'm not-- Wait, what?"
Where did that come from?
"You hurt Lenalee because you're such an idiot. I think you care too much, so you sacrifice yourself too much and it's hurting her."
Allen felt something snap under all of the weight of this horrible day.
"Just because you don't care it doesn't mean everyone else can't!" he growled. "Am I supposed to just ignore everything so that I can live on and feel horrible at myself for not trying things to make a difference?! I've sacrificed a lot of my beliefs for this war already--!
"Blind as usual!" Kanda hissed, interrupting his (quite impressive if you asked him) speech that he had going there. "Fuck it, you don't get it. Figure it out yourself, Bean Sprout."
Allen gaped for a moment, unsure of what to say for a moment, before huffing. "It's Allen," he grumbled. "Just... We should... Lavi..."
'We can't afford to fight now...'
"Tch," Kanda grunted in a silent agreement and glared down at Lavi. "Lavi. If you die, I'll fucking kill you."
Lavi grinned just a little and chuckled silently, but this time actually did as Kanda said and didn't speak, just nodded.
Kanda offered his shirt to bandage the wounds (sheesh, was he inhuman? It was so cold and he acted as if it was nothing!) and Allen could almost think of him as a little bit less of a bastard.
If forced to work together, they worked together. They both hated swallowing their pride, but... they would if they had to. For business or for someone they cared for...
And they both really cared for Lavi, didn't they?
