Well well... this is another chapter of nothing really happening... yippey. I was possibly thinking of writing another story at the same time, since this one is all depressive and kinda bleh. I wanted to do a school one that loosely follows my life last year (I thought back to all the new people I met and they pretty much lined up perfect with many of the DGM character). Although it'd end up a bit messy with parings xD. BUT ANYWAY. Story time.
Oh before that, thanks for all the reviews and normal views! (Although a few more wouldn't hurt ;D I need to know what I'm doing wrong)
Italics = thinking
The waterfall of dust dwindled below a clenched hand planted firming in the wall. With the force of a hurried stampede, a teen with crimson hair had transferred his fury from fist to brick. Blood equally simmered down as the subdued human part scrapped against the rough surface. The other hand cradled his face, letting its tear soaked eye over flow down the fingers.
Down on the floor Lavi rested himself, knuckles rooted in the ground. Sprinkles of blood painted themselves beneath, which mixed together as tears collided within them. "Why, why, WHY!" yelled the teen, launching his bleeding fist with each question. "Why the hell would I react like that, I don't even know what or who I was back then" he spoke while facing his now open palms. Gripping and relaxing them, he thought 'I always get this way when it comes to Allen... but why. At least I think I'm back to normal now.' Glancing at the slightly ajar door, he sighed 'I can't apologies yet... he'll be too mad at me still.' Wobbling uneasy, his mass ascended, not quite reaching full stature as it slouched unattractively.
For the first time in two day, the coppertop had landed himself in his own bed to sleep. His arm wandered to the side of his mattress, reaching for a small box. After creaking it open, his uninjured hand juggled through the items. Inside were bandages, scissors and even a medical sewing kit. His finger tips carefully caressed the roll of bandages out, wrapping it tenderly around his wounded hand.
A familiar smell encased around the tired body. Turning over sideways, a small strand lit up upon his pillow. It caught the miniature sun rays swimming through the atmosphere, glowing like a fine thread made of silver. A pointed index finger and thumb clenched the thin piece for further inspection. He then used one of his Bookman skills, a skill passed down through the clan. The great observing skill that allows him to identify anything from its texture, shape or weight. However, it was far easier for him to recognise something from the past, rather than present. He continued touching it while breathing in the well known smell. 'I know what this is... I've felt something likened to it recently'. Pressing it onto his lips with his index finger, his mind travelled back in an attempt to acquire the senses again. Quickly, his one eye grew expansive. 'Yesterday! Allen was sleeping right here. Ahh dammit, I should have grasped that idea quicker. My memory is getting worse...'.
Gripping the pillow from below his head, the teenager's slender torso curved upwards. Lustfully, both mouth and nose took in a mountain of air seized within the pillow. In a flash, the lime pupil disappeared as his head locked upwards in a mischievous cackle, whilst the euphoria heighten the temperature of his body. It was a sensual overload. Tears started to dribbled down his face once more. 'What is this? How can a smell give me some pleasure and misery simultaneously?' he thought, now his head had retired to a normal level. Tightening the hug on the pillow, he bestowed his face snugly towards it, acting out a lover's embrace. 'Allen Walker, why do you taint my mind so vaguely?' He considered before collapsing sideways, asleep, still encase around his pillow.
The evening breeze simmered under Lavi's shirt, tickling his slightly tanned abs and awakening him for his nap. His forearm reached to the furthest corner of his bed, grabbing his exorcist coat and headband. Due to the weather outdoors, the inner walls were now freezing and even ice appeared to be sleeping with the windows. 'I think it's time I go apologies, he would have cooled off by now I guess'. Knees bend at the side of the mattress; he prepared himself for searching around the Black Order.
After looking through the corridors and library, the copper top went towards the food court in the hopes that Allen would be in his usual place. As he gleefully jogged past familiar faces, one practically stood out to him. A great smile burst across a young lady's, as she waved goodbye to her previous company and joyfully bounced towards the teenage boy.
"Hey Lavi! Haven't seen you in a while." she spoke excitingly while trying to maintain a nervous giggle. Grasping his injured hand between her two petite ones, she extended her chat "Oh are you hurt? Need me to look at it or take you to the head nurse?" A blank look stared her back in the face. "Ahh never mind about the head nurse then" said, while remembering the level 4 incident.
"It's okay Lenalee, I'm fine, just burnt it trying to make tea like Old Panda" his hand now itched the back of his head in embarrassment. Unsurely, he continued "Oh, welcome back too! I guess I'll be seeing the old man soon eh?" The faces now being made by Lavi were rather grotesque and worrying. 'Oh crap, I haven't finished tidying quite yet' he hastily thought, looking for reassurance in the opposing girl.
"Don't worry! They're still in discussions. I just got told to return because I'm not important enough" her fists were planted firmly on her hips, with a small pout disrupting her face. This then relieved once she saw Lavi return to normal.
"Do you know where Allen is?" he spoke very sincerely. An answer in the shape of Lenalee's soft, chin length locks swaying side to side arrived. "Oh, I see. Want to help me search?" Another answer was received from her hair, which was now bouncing up and down.
So the pair toddled off to search around, their first stop was the food court. Inside there were a minimal amount of people. Lavi's eyes darted about the place, looking for more friends, and then looking for a clock, but he was to no avail. "Errrm, what's the time?" he asked while looking upon his friend's dark green hair.
"Oh yeah, it's about 9pm, I only just got in" she beamed her smile once more. He just returned with a sigh, and his single greed coloured eye rolled.
"Anyway, I'm sure you're tired. We'll quit looking for tonight, sure we could find him tomorrow, aye" baring a fake grin, he turned to be reunited with his room and waved the lady off.
On the way back he felt a tugging on his coat. As he turned he was met by scraped back mud coloured hair. "Oh Johnny! Do you need something?" The daunting expression on his face warned him of upcoming knowledge. Holding a shirt in his hand, the man of smaller statue gazed towards Lavi. He began to hold it out. Its collar was strained with dirty, dried blood. Examining the details, the Bookman in training, noticed it was the type Allen would wear. "Where did you find this?" he spoke while pointed at it.
"I..I... I went inside Allen's room so I could fix the door. I heard he'd gone away, and when I went past his room there seemed to be a large crack down it. I opened the door with my master key and it all seemed okay, until I closed it again. Behind it I found this as well as large groove marks engraved into the wood. Do you know anything about it?" explained Johnny, still facing the taller person. He shook his head, feeling his chest tighten.
"Something's wrong with him, I know that. That's why I'm trying to find him. I need to say something to him..." Lavi's words seem to slur out as he thought about this feeling, he was quickly interrupted by the other man.
"He's on a short mission with Kanda and Miranda. They left just before noon this morning". Johnny then handed the shirt to Lavi. "Help him for me, please. He should be back in the next couple of days". And with that he twirled in the opposite direction to navigate himself around the maze of corridors.
Still holding Allen's shirt, Lavi returned to his haven and once again collapsed on his bed. 'Allen, what's going on with you, really?' he pondered to himself, while cradling the stained material. Feeling unwell, he closed his eyes for yet another nap.
(A/N: I like the idea of Lavi being able to remember the past easier than present... makes some sense I suppose. And sorry it's a day late)
