A/N: sitting in my room, on my bed, with the air-con on, trying to write a poem. I haven't written a poem lately, must be using up all my creative juices with writing all my fanfics. I suddenly realized that most (if not all) my fanfics have something !DARK! in them. Same with my poems. Then I remember last time I wrote this compo in Eng tuition class with main character gruesome death by bear mauling and my tuition teacher asked if I needed a shrink. NOT amusing-I was eleven and he was telling me (indirectly) that I was insane. Joy. Then just this year (2012 for future references) during paper checking, the teachers were all like: don't write about suicide; you'll get depressing marks. Then I looked at my paper and was like: I wrote about suicide and got like, 24. out of 30. Yes, I am boasting and I like to, so sue me or shoot me or whatever. I DON'T CARE.
Now on with the fic
Disclaimer: I told you last chapter I don't own.
and welcome again to the world of
Grey,
the second chapter,
~white
The Black Order
The new exorcist had remained unconscious and unresponsive all through the journey. He was now showing signs of waking and Lavi was relieved. And also nervous. Would this kid hate him for dragging him here? Did he have any family? How would they feel now? We're they looking for him? Had he run away? Did he know who the akuma were? How did he manage to destroy them all? Thought buzzed in Lavi's head, each clamoring for attention. The white haired boy on the infirmary bed stirred. Lavi approached the bedside quickly and was greeted by silvery-gray eyes. They seemed to suck him in, they looked like storm clouds swirling in a storm, the hurricane in a tempest. There was much sorrow in there, but also steely determination. And knowledge. Too much knowledge for a fourteen year old. The boy blinked, and the silver eyes flickered away, breaking the spell.
"Kuso...Damn. You Exorcists caught up to me as well..."
Lavi blinked. "Err... You know about all this?"
"Of course," the teen scoffed acidly.
" Oh...well. It sorta makes sense... I guess. After all, you are one too-"
"Don't you DARE compare me to the likes of you, Exorcist! I am nothing like you selfish super-humans. True, I may have the damned 'god-blessed' material you idiots call innocence but I AM NOT ONE OF YOU!"
Lavi backed away at the look the enraged teen gave him, hesitantly using his sleeve to remove the spit that had sprayed on him when the other had hissed angrily. His eyes were now locked on the rigid back of the pissed not-exorcist who was now facing the window.
"Please consider joining us. You have innocence and we need it to win this war. "
"I have no interest in that. You humans are all alike. Selfish. You care only about winning the war, gaining power. You never do think about the consequences. "
His voice, it sounded so dead. Broken.
"Aww... Come on-"
"Drop the act, Bookman-apprentice."
Lavi took another step back, forced pout dropping off his face. "How..."
"I notice many things. You can't fool me. No one can." He looked up at the clouded but calm sky. "You can't stop me either."
"We can try."
At this, the boy laughed. And laughed and laughed. His eerie bell-like laughter rang off the room's wall. The red-head felt a chill down his spine as he watched the boy's slender frame shake with hysterical humour. "Who are you, to think you can tell me what to do, to interfere with my life?" Lavi remained silent as the other teen continued musing.
"You exorcists think your all so great so high and mighty. That you all have something more, that your lives are so much more IMPORTANT and SPECIAL." He spat the words out like they were poison in his mouth.
"Aren't we?" Lavi contradicted quietly. "To be chosen by the innocence-" He was cut off by a tired-sounding snort.
"There is no such thing as being CHOSEN. No such thing as FATE or DESTINY. We weave our own patterns on our path of life. Yet," he continued, "The threads of our existence has been chosen for us, the endings are all the same-we lose much, gain little and, ultimately, die." The boy continued to grip onto the windowsill as he turned around. Stormy grey eyes stared into Lavi's single emerald one. "Think about your life, bookman junior. What are you going to do with it?" The pale teen swung around and leapt out, curtains and cloaking fluttering in the sudden breeze. Lavi found himself staring at an empty room and closed window, dazed and unsure of what had really happened. Then he walked off to tell Komui their newest recruit had gone.
A/N: A little short, I know. Gomenasai. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but really, my head is spinning and crammed with more fics to write and I have dance tomorrow, a visitor the next day who is coming at eight, math tuition on Saturday, and a wedding dinner to attend on Sunday, which is when I also have church to attend. Oh well. I'll just have to see what I can do. See you sometime.
~etErnalroSe09 is OUT.
P.s: PEACE!
