SECOND SONG: Listening to the radio. 2 sek, gonna wait for the R&B to pass... There: Daniel Merriweather – Red


Ding! 82... 82... the green, digital numbers on the screen blinking 82...

Silence, there was silence. A man in a corner coughed, the secretary behind the desk scribbled something on a piece of paper. Her lipstick was red. Way too red. She looked up, no number 82?, and pressed the button once more. Ding! 83... 83... A fat man with a red peaked cap stood up, and headed for her.

It's too red, Lavi mumled inaudibly. It annoyed him. Why couldn't the dude just wear a orange cap? Or blue. Blue was nice too. But not red, dammit.

A shrill sound emitted from somewhere close behind him. He was almost startled. Almost. He glanced over his left shoulder with his only good eye. A teenage girl held her ringing mobile in her hand, and sent the many gazes pointed at her an apologetic smile.

"Hey Christine!" she fanned herself girlishly. Lavi could hear the sound from the other side of line, hey Alex, what's up, I've been...

He turned front again. The eerie silence was now only broken by the girls nasal whispering, the man coughing in the corner, and the hushed voices of red cap guy and red lipstick secretary. They sure took their time.

:x:

Tick tock, tick tock. The clock on the far wall annoyed him, because its hands were red. The loose strands of his red hair that fell down in front of his eyes were driving him crazy. With angry, tense movements he drew his bandanna from his pocket. He bound it around his hair to conceal it.

Ding. 84... 84...

Just 8 more to go. Lavi looked at his scrap of paper. Not because he couldn't remember his number, no, Lavi was excellent at remebering. But all this waiting made him aggrivated and nervous. And most of all, it made him recall what had happened just one hour ago, and exactly why he was here, and why he was waiting. So much blood. And it was so red. Not the nice, lively kind of red. The gory kind of red. He had tried to stop the other man's bleeding, but it had seemed there was no end to all the gore. It just kept flowing.

And then the ambulance had arrived.

And now Lavi was sitting here in the waiting room.

Remembering. Waiting for news about his friend.

"Red doesn't suit Yuu-chan at all," Lavi grumpled, almost pouted. Yuu looked nice in blue. And purple and black. And tourquise, if Lavi could make him wear it.

Lavi impatiently looked at the clock again. He shouldn't have. All the red. He grit his teeth. He alone was to blame for what had happened, after all. And Lavi couldn't help but fear that he had destroyed what he had just, after a lot of effort, gained. His newfound friendship with Kanda. All the new sides he got to see of the grumpy, reserved man. Their comradeship.

It was Lavi's fault.

He'd taken something perfect and painted it in red.


Authors Ramble:

Short one shot is short. And red. Man, not having spelling- and grammarcontrol on my com sure sucks. Tell me if ya spot mistakes, thanks. And FUCKCHRIST i just can't make bold texst work. Uploading this took me nine tries. NINE, i tell ya...

Critique is always appreciated.

Lavi, Kanda and D. Gray-man is owned by Hoshino Katsura.

November 19, 2009

EDIT!! i found out about the bold text and HTML... yay for science