And here is the third installment of my story. So i hope you enjoy this one.
Poor Lavi has internal strugges /shot Anyway, on with the show
i don't own any of the characters
As the sun became my alarm clock for the next day, I wasn't too happy when it seemingly yanked me out of sleep for yet another day of school. Not to mention I wasn't all pleased to acknowledge the word "sun" that early in the morning. Rain usually woke me up; it wasn't my annoyingly loud alarm clock.
Regardless of my annoyance, I still stumbled out of bed, dressed in a clean uniform, complete with a dark blue tie, and made my way down the stairs with my bag in hand. And only then did it dawn on me. My eyes peaked into my book bag, only to make me utter a few obscenities. I hurried back up the stairs and threw my calculus things inside my bag.
I hadn't fucking finished my homework. What a great start to the day. That meant no breakfast so I could get to school fast enough to finish it all. I never once thought that I'd be so enraged to go to school.
Out the door three minutes later, at school twelve minutes later. The halls were empty save me and the loud clomping of my boots. It was clomping that could only be mistaken for my rare fits of rage. I didn't even know why I was so angry. I was angry at the sun for waking me up, I was angry that it wasn't raining, I was angry because I hadn't done my homework, I was angry at that ghost for causing my night to suck. I could've been angry at a rock on the road if it had possessed me to do so. I was just enraged beyond belief for little reason.
After gathering my books for my first class, I sat in the hallway to begin finishing my calculus. Granted I didn't care about Physics, that bunch of problems wasn't due until the next day, Friday. Not ten minutes into my endeavor, was I finished. I scoffed at my own incompetence. I could've done this the night before instead of gawking at the wall, however I had chosen to gawk at the wall.
Speaking of gawking at the wall, that's what I found myself doing as my thoughts drifted to the events of the night before. Kanda, my…my ghost? That strangely was my first thought, above all others. The entire night, in my thoughts, that's how I had referred to him as. My specter, ghost, apparition, phantom, whatever you wanted to call someone who was dead but still on Earth. Now I could only wonder why I had called him such a thing. He wasn't mine, he was only a figure, a being, that I had decided to help for unknown reasons.
I shrugged it off, closing my book and notebook before replacing them in my locker. I sighed as my single green eye traced over the pictures I had hanging on the door. I hadn't always had the ability to see ghosts, phantoms, at once I was just a normal child, and these pictures I kept proved that that past happened, that I had been happy once; happier than I was at this time.
However, a smile perked itself onto my lips as a calmly closed the metal door, blue. I couldn't say I wasn't happy, I had friends, and I had companions. So I sat back down on the cold floor and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against my once open locker door.
Last night was quite the weird one. Kanda was an interesting subject to think about, to learn more about. And honestly, I couldn't wait to start digging up information about him, no I couldn't wait. But that was the factual side of things, what about the things I couldn't dig up in the country library or on the internet? What about the things I could only find out from asking Kanda? Where was Kanda anyway?
"HEY!" i was screamed at, making me jump.
"Y-y-yeah?" I stuttered, looking up into the face of my ghost. I was almost ready to jump for joy when I realized I was still the only one here. Even though most of my classmates had gotten used to me talking to no one, it was still really embarrassing when they all looked at me.
"Stop thinking about me," He flumped onto the ground beside me, not making a noise when his transparent shape hit the locker. I could hear it drizzling outside.
"Wh-what do you mean?" I blurted out, nervously rubbing the back of my head, accidently dislodging my headband so it came to rest around my neck.
"Well if you must," he spat, folding his arms, "then do it quietly. I'm not some fucking lost puppy, I won't follow you around like I have nothing better to do."
I chuckled, the nervousness in my voice painfully obvious, "I-I-I-of course you won't…"
Kanda rolled his midnight eyes; they took on the appearance of transparent prisms though, "Shut up. You know that's what you were thinking. I'm not your damn pet, I'm asking you for help for the sheer reason you're not an asshole and you can see me."
I chuckled again, my nervous habit kicking in, "Oh, is that so…?" I could feel the sweat running down my cheek.
"Che." He muttered. He stood up and came to stand in front of me as the locker beside me opened up.
The boy laughed, "Talking to your friends again?" He asked me.
"Shut up," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks turn red. The boy beside me had been my friend for near forever. We'd met far back in preschool, and been best friends ever since. Granted he was a lot like me and me a lot like him. We were both, how you would say, different.
My friend, the not so prestigious, Allen Walker, had snow white hair that reached down to his mid neck and to his shoulders in some places. He adorned a scar on his face, a very strange one he claimed to have had since birth, and a discolored arm. It was red and almost scaly as opposed to pale white, like the rest of him, and smooth.
"Didn't mean to offend you," he winked and stuck his tongue out at me, he was always the playful type.
"Not offended," I correct. I stopped myself there, not wanting to tell him I was embarrassed.
"Of course you're not," he plopped down. "So, Lavi, who's you're pet project this time?"
I threw up my hand to shush Allen, "He's made it quite clear he's not my pet or my project."
"Ooo, got a feisty one, eh? Where is he? What's he look like?" Allen was all too eager.
I looked up in front of me, to see my ghost was gone. I did a quick scan of the hallways, and he was nowhere to be found.
"He's not here at the moment. I don't know what nationality he is, but he's not American or whatever, I think he's Asian. He has long blue hair in a ponytail and last time I saw him he was in a tank top, torn, and wore a jacket that looked a size too big for him. Blood too, a little."
Allen's eyes were wide, "Wh-what?"
"He's a murder victim, calm down," I warned, those wide silver eyes a bit creepy.
"Well that's still weird…" Allen mumbled, looking back to the books in his lap.
I apologized.
The rest of the day went by smoothly, nothing interesting happened. Well save the fact that every once and a while, when it was raining slightly, I'd hear Kanda's voice right next to my ear asking about what we were learning. Of course, I couldn't answer him. I could tell he was annoyed, but I tried to wave it off, I'd deal with him later.
Once that cursed bell rang, I was back at my locker. It didn't take long for me to gather everything up; this time I brought my Physics book. Along with that, I had more Calculus homework, and some foreign language. This would never take me long, hopefully about an hour, that way I could talk more to Kanda. I wondered at why that made me so happy.
The sky was pouring more rain as I walked out of the school. It was a bit harder than it had been the first couple of times that day. A smile, for unknown reasons, had found itself upon my face as I began to walk. With the hood of my jacket now over my head, a felt a little more content to walk faster than I had been. I even allowed my eyes to glance at the park as I walked by. I was a little shocked to see Kanda sitting in the gazebo, even though that's where he always was.
But suddenly, he appeared beside me, walking next to me.
"You're an ass," he said.
"Hello to you, too," I said, rolling my eyes.
Kanda scoffed, "I didn't say hello. Why didn't you say anything to me all day? I'm dead, yeah, but that doesn't mean I socialize with other dead people."
"So I'm your only source of entertainment?" I inquired.
I could hardly ear Kanda's noise of annoyance, all I knew was that he didn't answer. In fact he just up and vanished from my side, leaving me to walk home alone. It was a dreary trip, the rain picking up speed and intensity. But I got over it soon enough, for it only took me 12 minutes to reach my front door step.
This time, I needn't unlock the door, my grandfather was already home. That brought a smile to my face, he didn't spend as much time with me as he used to when I was little, but I still loved the old man. I pushed open the door and walked in. I offered a wave and a smile as my greeting when Gramps turned to look at me.
"You're home early," He said. Not much of a greeting.
"Yeah, didn't have anything today. I'm kinda thinking about quitting some stuff too," I plopped onto the couch. It brought a smile to my face when I saw Kanda, looking very annoyed with me, leaning against the wall.
"Why would you do that?" Gramps asked me, I could hear the semi-disappointment in his voice.
"Well I know I have a good memory and all, but I wanna focus more on my studies right now, ya know? I wanna see if I can spend more time at the library, maybe even here with you!" that cheesy grin if mine plastered itself onto my face.
Gramps chuckled, "Alright, whatever suits you best."
I smiled brightly before standing and bounding up the stairs. When I reached my room, Kanda was waiting for me on my bed, his arms behind his head and one leg crossed over the other. I threw my back pack on the bed before plopping down, my eager moving not disturbing the specter.
"You're annoying," He spat.
"How so?" I inquired with my cheesy grin as I dug through my back pack to find my Calculus book.
"Bouncing around, the squeaking is so annoying."
I nodded, noting the color on Kanda now. My mind threw question after question at me about Kanda, none of which I could ask until my homework was done. I started.
Twenty minutes in, Kanda was leaning over my shoulder, watching me do the complex math before me. I could feel the confusion radiating from the unseen person. He literally had no idea what I was doing.
"I'm not going to explain it to you," I chirped.
"Che. I don't want you to," He flumped back down, his arms crossed. It was almost like he was insecure knowing that I was smart.
"Well alright. Maybe some other time, I'm a little too tired to right now," I closed the book and notebook before dragging out my Physics things. Kanda, I could tell, wasn't even going to bother spying on that work. I felt rather bad for him, but teaching him anything wasn't going to do him much good. He was…dare I say, dead, after all.
"I'm finally done!" I almost screamed with excitement as I pushed all my school stuff on the floor, not even caring about the old books. "Shit," I chuckled as I looked over to a bored, almost asleep, phantom.
"What?" his voice was aching with grogginess.
"I gotta take a shower, Kanda," I admitted, nervousness evident.
He eyed me with a single eye.
"Sorry, but I gotta keep clean," I chuckled and pushed myself off the bed. "I'll…." I stopped. Yeah I wasn't really sure why I felt the need to tell him when I'd be back, so I left it at "I'll" and disappeared into my bathroom.
I came back out 30 minutes later. I felt refreshed as ever, and warm. The steam from my hot shower followed me right out into the room. I chuckled and swept my unruly hair back, it stayed due to the fact it was slick and wet.
"What the fuck!" I heard my phantom shout at me.
I chuckled nervously, "Sorry sorry," I mumbled as I quickly pulled some boxers out of my dresser. After putting those on, I threw on a pair of sweat pants. Even though Kanda was there, I wasn't about to let him eat into my routine, so I discarded all thoughts about putting on a shirt and plopped onto the bed.
"Sorry, Kanda," I smiled.
Kanda grumbled into his hands. It sounded much like a "shut up" but I couldn't be sure. I only chuckled another apology before settling down to snuggle with a pillow.
"Sooo…" I started, "I gotta question for ya."
"What?" He still wouldn't look at me.
"What's with your clothes?" I asked. That jerked his head up to look at me.
"What do you mean 'what's with my clothes'?" He spat. I couldn't tell if he was offended or not.
"Like, why are you wearing them? They're kinda…messed up," I chuckled nervously. Curse my fucking habit, it was more annoying than anything in the world.
Kanda raised an eyebrow, "You obviously don't talk to many ghosts. I was murdered," The emphasis he put on that word shook my very soul, "this is basically how I looked when it happened. But I figured you'd be semi-ok with bloody clothes, not a mangled body."
His words burned me like a stake. I couldn't place why, but I figured it was his hinting of his murder. He knew what he looked like when he was murdered, that alone was painful enough. This is why I didn't like talking to ghosts, I was too much of a softie. I always got sick when they tried to wrench me in with their sob stories with details of their murders and deaths. It was…disgusting.
"Sorry for freaking you out again," Kanda huffed, slumping back against the head board.
"N-No it's cool," I assured him.
"Is it? It's gross that I can still look like what I looked like when I was murdered but that I had to implore the help of some bumbling idiot to help me remember!" He stormed off the bed. Something in me clicked. I connected that look with one of wanting to beat one's own head into a wall.
"Kanda, calm down," I jumped off the bed before making my way over to him. My hands twitched, as they wanted to latch onto his shoulders and hold him, tell him it was going to be alright; they knew it couldn't happen, so they just twitched in their air.
"Don't tell me to calm down, bastard," Kanda spat. He turned on his heel and walked straight through my bed, to the window.
"Don't go, Kan—!" But he was already gone before I could utter his name. I sighed, slumping off onto the bed.
"I'm sorry…" I muttered, holding my head. I didn't even know why I was sorry, but I was. That pang in my chest demanded that I go find him, bring him back. But you could only do that with real people, a ghost could go anywhere whenever they wanted. All I could do was helplessly sit by and wait for his return, if he would return at all. After all…I was just an idiot.
Well there ya go. I really hoped you enjoyed this, it was harder than you think to write up :B
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