Authors Note: So my posts will be a tad random because I am having a ton of issues with my computer, so I have to do all of my work late at night on a different computer before I post... so it takes a long time, and that is why they have been shorter lately. Thank you for being patient and understanding, I hope you enjoy.
They reached the elevator, down hey headed to Hevlaska. Abanah was being supported by Komui on the quick ride down.
"we thought it strange that a parasite type innocence had such a low sync percentage…" Komui broke the silence before it quickly returned.
They finally reached the bottom where Hevlaska stayed.
"Your returning with her?" Hevlaska inquired, not many exorcists come back for a second reading so soon unless something was wrong… and something was really wrong.
Abanah could barley lift the bandaged arm, it was weak. Hevlaska wrapped around her arm.
"Sync Rate: 2%... 7%... 14%... 18%" Hevlaska stopped, everyone waited to see if she would continue, she did not.
"18%..." Bookman repeated.
"22% to 18%, how does her sync rate level reduce? Has that ever happened before?" Lavi turned to Komui who stood silent for a moment.
"If this continues… the innocence may turn against her." Komui said.
"She will become a fallen." Bookman said what they all knew, all but Abanah anyway.
"How?... she had not done anything wrong?" Lavi questioned Bookman.
"But it will want to find another host if this continues!" Bookman yelled in frustration toward Lavi, after all as a Bookmans successor, he was to observe not interfere.
There was silence before Abanah finally asked "What is a fallen?"
"An exorcist… an exorcist who abandoned their innocence." Komui answered.
"Has it ever happened before?"
"Yes… but nothing like this. Other exorcists abandon their innocence, not the other way around. Its my guess that you will die unless your innocence is activated."
Abanah held her throbbing arm thinking…
'Please…' She pleaded for the pain, she pleaded for the suffering, and she pleaded for her life.
…
They were heading back up; the only noise was the sound of the elevator rushing back up to the surface. The elevator clicked into place Making Abanah stumble slightly forward.
"Lavi escort her back to her room" Bookman said. He and Komui headed toward his office… distraught looks in their faces.
"Lets go." Lavi started toward the living spaces of the order. Abanah followed behind in silence. She followed the sound of his footsteps.
…
They stood at the door to her room, the door was open, Abanah stood on the inside of the room and Lavi stood across from her beyond the doorframe.
"Lavi… what's wrong with me?" She broke the silence. "Things don't add up. My innocence does not activate, it is at 18% and still lowering. There is something your not telling me, I know you know."
Lavi remained silent for a while. He sighed. "It's better this way… Everything will be fine."
…
The next day, Abanah had been called down to the infirmary. Nurses stood by as she entered. They performed an annual check-up as they had done with many of the other exorcists… hers was extra thorough. She continued to be treated as a fragile flower. Nobody touched her or came near her out of fear of something happening to her.
Only Lavi really had the time to talk with her.
Allen and Kanda were always on missions while Lenalee was doing coffee runs and favors for the science division as compensation for Komui always overworking them (At least when she was not also on missions).
Not that Lavi never went on missions, but he was put to the task of Observing Abanahs growth and sync with her innocence. They talked about many things, but the subject of Abanahs innocence was quickly swept under the rug if ever accidently brought up.
Miranda often joined the two for meals, or sat and ate with Krory. Abanah was also good friends with Marie however he was often gone for long periods of time with Kanda on missions as well.
That just left the two of them to talk.
"Would you like to see some of the things my parents gave me?" They were in Abanahs room, they had been talking about tokens from childhood… Lavi did not have any… he is a bookman's successor after all.
"They kept a memory box for me to keep for when they died so I could remember them." Abanah felt around the room for a box it was an old wooden box with a rusted hinged top. She gently placed it on the bed and lifted the lid, inside were many things, trinkets, jewelry, and an old book with faded leather binding and the name carved: Trill R. Crowe.
"It is a book of Fairytales. It is full of so many stories that my parents had read to me as a child. I just wish I could hear them again, but I still try to remember the words in my mind like my father was telling me these stories." Abanah explained as she handed him the book.
Lavi opened the book and flipped through the old dusty pages. He quickly scanned phrases as he went:
'Oct. 9th: We were blessed with a gift today…'
'Dec. 20th: This is going to be our first winter as a family, I can tell she loves the snow…'
'Feb. 14th: We decided she is about 6 years old…'
'Jun. 5th: She is asking questions, it is hard to come up with explanations…'
The journal entries continued in this fashion… It explained many things about Abanah and the brilliant cover her 'parents' gave to protect her.
'Jul. 29th: I don't know how long we can keep this from her, some things just can't be explained, her memory loss was the hardest…'
Lavi gently closed the book. He understood now…
This was no fairytale.
Author Note: So this is starting to get deeper into Abanahs past... ooooooooo. Yay! I hope you enjoyed it, and the next chapter will involve her innocence and we start to get some answers! I think writing the back story for this character was my favorite part of this whole fanfiction. I think when I am done, I will post a back story, short story thing... because it is complicated.
(I don't know what to put in the chapter preview that wont give away anything... so hard...)
Chapter Preview:
Lavi knelt by her side, her body was weak.
"Lavi..." She managed to whisper "your Lavi... am I right?" Abanah pointed to the red headed boy whome she saw for the first time, but had known for what seemed like a lifetime.
He looked at her knowing that her eyes were set on him. He knew she was seeing him.
He could not say a word, but nodded: yes.
