I'm so sorry, I had chapters and forgot about them! Thanks for the reviews!
For the next few days, the bookman seemed to be placated by Lavi's actions, and despite his hard work, the new boy Allen seemed to be everywhere with him. From meeting in the corridors, to even eating together, Lavi couldn't ditch the younger child. The kid was something close to a leech, but Lavi could not bring himself to chase the child off. He sensed a kindred type of spirit, and despite his constant complaining, he was growing found of the boy. Along with the entire order, it seemed. Lavi learned over the course of a few days that the boy was 'cursed' with a seeing eye that could track demons. He found that compelling and convinced himself that was why he was so interested in Allen. Or maybe it was just his heart trying to fill the hole that he still had for Kanda. Who still hadn't returned. Lavi knew Kanda was more than capable to take care of himself, but it bothered him somehow. But whenever the cheerful kid was around, Lavi seemed more like himself and could almost forget the missing friend of his and what he had to face when his favorite exorcist returned. But despite the new distraction that he had been faced with, Lavi was worried. It had been almost three weeks now. Where was Kanda? And why had no one even heard from him, or his golem? He paused as his name was called in the hallway. Thinking it was Allen, he merely brushed it off, knowing the kid would catch up.
"Lavi!" The voice called again, and Lavi turned with a sigh that seemed to sink to the floor with its weight. His eye opened with surprise at what he found.
"Komui?" He asked, and the odd purple haired man nodded, and motioned with a hand. His expression was not a happy one. Mystified, Lavi followed, worry etched in his head. But long practice had kept those lines off his face as he followed Komui down a long flight of stairs to his lab room. Both of their boots made echoing noises on the stairs, and Lavi just knew somehow, that it was about Kanda. As they walked, Lavi's pulse sped up and he found himself walking side by side with the taller man.
"Komui, what's going on?" He hissed, and Komui looked at him, and put a finger to his lips as they rounded a corner, and Komui threw open the door and pulled Lavi in. Lavi was about to ask why Komui was doing this, what orders and such, but Komui's hands found Lavi's shoulders and shoved him against the wall.
"Lavi, I'm not supposed to show you this, but I think you should know………" Lavi's eye burned with a question that he didn't want to ask, no, he didn't want to know. One word escaped his mouth as his skin color drained to a pale transparent white.
"Kanda." He breathed, finally able to say the name. Komui gave a solemn nod and pulled Lavi gently towards a screen he had set up, and a golem hooked up to it. Lavi knew without asking. Komui pushed Lavi into a chair, his face solemn. Komui took a step back as the screen erupted into static, and then a series of images. A man with black hair and hard cold eyes peered down at Lavi, a wide smile on his face.
"Welcome. To my dear viewers, let me assure you, no harm was done to anyone in this film." His eyes sparkled, and Lavi's horrorstruck green eye was wide and his hands tight on the armrest.
"They may not, however, be the same ever again." The man let out a chuckle, and the screen changed. Lavi's breathing stopped. This is what he saw, horror struck, and unable to move and hardly breathe as his knuckles turned white, and the armrests beneath his clenching fists were crushed under pressure.
Kanda was resting on a wooden frame, held in place by chains on his wrists and ankles face down, his pale back up. The only thing that marked him as Kanda, was the mass of blue hair hanging around the bloodied shoulders. The man with the black hair prowled around the hanging body, smirking as he brought a cat of nine tails down again on the bleeding back. Open bone could be seen in places, and a carpet of blood rested upon the floor, undisturbed except for the ripples when fresh drops fell. The body twitch and quirked, and the chains shook as the body convulsed. Convulsed, but did not cry out as the echo of the leather on skin bounced around the room. Lavi flinched as if he had been struck, but watched on, unable to wrench his gaze away. Kanda's face did not rise, and the blue tattoo had appeared on his chest. The man smirked and strode over to the body, a hand sliding along the ruined flesh. The body, Lavi couldn't bring himself to think that it was Kanda, something so ruined, flinched away from the touch. The man slid slowly out of his clothes, pale skin seeming to glow in the darkness of the room in contrast around it. Lavi watched Kanda flinch as he heard the sound of a zipper pulling down, and clothes falling with a rustle to the floor. Not in the blood, because Lavi watched as the man stride over, naked, and hang his clothes on a peg by the door. The man turned and gave a finger motion to the golem, and the view narrowed to only Kanda. Lavi's breathing hitched as he watched Kanda's down turned face. The bright eyes were now closed, and Kanda's mouth was a hard line. There were no tears, only an acceptance that he was trapped, and there was nothing to do but wait, and endure. Lavi's horrified expression was froze in place as he forced himself to watch. Little did he know, Komui had long since turned away. Lavi's body shook as he heard the sound of one man's flesh driving into another. The sound of pounding bodies, and the rattle of chains, the sounds that he had made with Kanda before in such a loving manner. But never did he hear a sound from his fellow exorcist throughout the whole ordeal. Lavi had watched until the tears in his eye that he swore would not fall blurred his vision. His body shook and his silent cries tore through his body, releasing what he knew Kanda would not. His hands shook, and he longed to look away from the scene, but he didn't dare. Not for Kanda. But at the same time, for him, as he watched, cried, and trembled as Kanda was broken. After what seemed to Lavi an eternity of sounds from the man who rode Kanda like a dead horse, the sounds of flesh, and the moans of the rider that tore through Lavi's thoughts, he heard Kanda's voice. He heard the strain in his body as it fought not to scream so loud it would wake the dead. Lavi heard how the once angry voice shook with pain, and shame. That one word that he heard was too much for him, and his body collapsed and he fell from the chair, raking his hands into his eye to stop the tears.
"Lavi." That one word that pleaded, 'Save me.'