So, for those who don't know, I have a deviantart (like a lot of fanfiction writers, probably), and I made a picture for this story for fun. I'm about as much for an artist as a writer, and you can take that in any regard you see fit, I just like them both equally.

You can find it here: .com/art/This-Prison-198226557

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Darkness surrounded Lavi as his senses started to come back to him. It was hard to think clearly… His head was swimming in dizziness and his entire body felt numb. He took in a breath of air, noting the strong smell of cigarettes that coated Tyki's closet floor. His left arm moved to lift himself up, but only went a few centimeters across the ground before encountering some sort of liquid. Had he pissed himself? How long had he been out for? He kept his hand away from that area and continued with trying to pick himself up. It occurred to him that he was doing this with only his left hand… Why wasn't he using his right? He tried to move his right hand and was frightened to find that he was unable to. His arm maybe? No go. He put all his strength into the one working limb and rolled himself over to asses the damage. It was little use to do so with only his eye though… It was pitch black except for a thin ray coming through the door crack, not nearly enough to satisfy him. Lying on his back, he reached for his limp shoulder, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. He grit his teeth and held back a cry when his searching fingers brushed against the awkward attachment. It was out of place… dislocated. Goody. He calmly breathed through his nostrils. This was something easily fixed. All he had to do was find someone willing to pull his arm and snap it back into place. No biggie. It was going to hurt like hell (He had heard one of his friends describe it as the worst ten seconds of their life), but there was nothing serious to worry over.

He lay there for a bit, knowing it was going to be a struggle to get up, but it was something he had to do eventually. His head still hurt like hell, from both the top and front at that. Why was he here? Wasn't he supposed to do something? He couldn't recall at the moment, deciding instead to make his escape. He searched for the door and located the knob easily. With a meaningful heave, he tried to use both his legs before being caught off guard by a sharp pain in his left thigh, much sharper than that in his shoulder. The surprise of it made him fall back down, putting pressure on his damaged shoulder again in the process. He hissed, using all his strength not to yelp out and give away his whereabouts. Why was he being so cautious? Shouldn't he call for help so maybe he could get out of here without all this hassle? For some reason his gut was telling him not to do it, that he'd be in danger if he did.

His working fingers made their made down to the cause of his inability to stand properly, investigating the rather painful nuisance. They slowed upon meeting a rather damp spot upon his jumpsuit, him wondering what the hell such substance could be. It was the same consistency of the stuff on the floor. He kept crawling his hand further, his jumpsuit becoming more and more damp as he reached for his thigh. Suddenly his hand grazed something somewhat carelessly, and he felt his head jerk back in agony. What was this? He reached again, much more cautious this time. His hand felt around a cylindrical shape, one that could easily fit into his palm. His heart skipped a beat. Oh no… That switch blade he had thrown away earlier… Somehow upon him falling down it had lodged itself hilt-deep into his lift thigh, blood now oozing out from the wound. He tried to keep himself under control, but found the deed becoming rather difficult with each passing second. He had been stabbed… Had he hit and artery? Why was there so much blood? He must have hit an artery, that knife was huge? Who the fuck kept a knife in a closet? What kind of idiot was he to throw it on the ground without closing it? What should he do? Was this wound dangerous? Was he going to die from it?

His dizziness wasn't improving, the unseen world becoming rampant with swirly dots. He wanted to puke, but couldn't. He was too tired. He had to get out of here… If he didn't… If he didn't… What? What would happen? Why had he thrown himself into a closet only to be both stabbed and right armed handi-capped? He tried to organize his thoughts, thinking up a solution. He remembered there was a phone in the office right outside this door. He could call for help… No. He couldn't. He was in jail. People called for help because of inmates, not for them. Sure enough, he was not the normal inmate.. But still. He was doomed. No. He could open this door and find Link. Link wasn't a bad guy… He was stern and overly rational, but not a bad guy. Ok, that was it. He could do this. He reached up again, doing his best to ignore the distress coming from all angles of his body. He turned his hand, expecting the knob to do the same. It didn't. He huffed in annoyance and tried again. No budge.

He slumped back down for a second time, staring wide eyed at the blank nothingness. The door was locked. Who the hell had an outside locked door? Wait this was prison… It was probably a both side locked door… like most locks in here it was done with a key, not a switch. He felt his hope fleeting from him faster and faster. There was no way out… He was stuck here until someone opened this bloody thing, and most likely that person would be Tyki. Tyki… Tyki… Shit. That's why he was here. He ground his teeth together until they hurt. He was supposed to jump out and rescue Allen! Now he was the one who needed rescuing… Fuck… Now he was going to slowly bleed himself to death… Now he was doomed, and Allen was doomed… They were all doomed… No. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the hero and save his lover from a crazy pedophile, not get his head smashed in and stabbed in the thigh.

The red head hugged his limp arm carefully. Damn it. No way out. Stuck. Bleeding. Dying… Was he dying? Could people die of leg wounds? They could… if it hit an artery… Had he hit one? By the amount of blood already on the surrounding floor he guessed he had. His mind started working a thousand miles a minute, searching for some way to salvage himself. Well, he could start with this knife… Having it jammed there probably wasn't helping matters. Of course, at this time Lavi wasn't thinking very straight, his mind fuzzy from being abused and blood loss only making matters worse. He had to take some form of action though. No way he would die here. No way he would leave Allen to get eaten alive by that sick pervert. No way. No how.

He searched the floor within the vicinity of which he could reach, making contact with a circular object he though to be a pencil. He put said thing in his mouth and bit down, bracing himself for the feat he was about to endure. This would either save him, or kill him… It was up to the heavens to decide. The teen grabbed the switchblade handle securely, wincing from the disruption he was causing himself. Slowly in his head he started counting down from ten to one… He had to get out… One way or another he would find a way… Five. He'd get out and save Allen. Four. He'd come back to show that Tyki bastard who was boss. Three. He'd survive this and carry out his sentence. Two. Komuii would come back and prove Allen wasn't crazy. Two. He'd protect Allen from all and every threat that could poke its head at the boy. One. He'd live, happily ever after, with Allen.

Zero.

"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH…!" His gurgled scream cut through the pencil's premise as he groveled on the floor in anguish. He spat the stupid thing out of his mouth and gripped his bloody thigh, knife still in hand. He fell onto his good side and tried to suppress any other cries that might make their way out. Everything hurt in that instance… His heart, his brain, his shoulder, his leg… Everything. Sure enough he had broken a bone or two in his lifetime from climbing trees or bike riding, but this was different. Completely different. It was the worst pain the red head had ever encountered and it was erupting in bursts he couldn't control. His immediate reaction was to throw the blade as far from him as possible, leaving him to tearlessly sob like a small child. He felt back to the wound, despite all this, checking to see how he did. Unfortunately, fate was not on his side it seemed. Blood was gushing more ravenously, bubbling out and eating away all the clean spots the well vacuumed carpet had to offer. He was bleeding… He was bleeding fast and there was no way to stop it. He threw his head back onto the floor and lay there, no longer making any sound. His dizziness was starting to get worse, and a strange tingling was spreading throughout his working fingers. His heart was racing, pumping out all the blood it could to only have it leave through the wound freely. He was out of options. There was nothing left for it… He either gave up his shredded dignity, or lose his life in this pathetic environment.

"HELP!"

HE banged on the door with all the strength he had left. There wasn't much.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!"

His knuckles were already starting to swell and bruise. He was utterly hopeless. A joke left to die in a closet like some mistreated dog. This was his end… At least he could go out trying his best. Lavi was never one to accept defeat. Even in this dilemma where his life was ebbing away in a bloody river he couldn't stop, he'd go on fighting until his last breath.

"PLEASE…"

"Is that you, Eye Patch?"

Lavi's heart stopped. His hand started shaking and his breathing became erratic. He knew this sing song voice… It was the same one that haunted Allen's dreams. It was one of the last voices he had heard before being knocked senseless. Tyki.

"I heard your little blunder in there earlier. Have a nice nap did you?"

"Tyki... Stop…"

"I took the liberty of locking the door, so you couldn't get in my way again."

"Don't…."

"How's you head doing? Any better after that nasty fall?"

"My leg…"

"Oh yes, I saw that too. Good luck with that one. Right awful bit of luck, wouldn't you agree?"

Lavi seethed through all his haziness and pain. The man knew he what was happening to him, and was gloating through the locked door. He was meaning for Lavi to slip away and fall into eternal sleep. The man was evil. There was nothing for it though…. If he let the man go without his attention he would surely die. He needed to somehow survive. "Tyki… Please.. Open the door…"

"I think not."

"This isn't funny!" he cried desperately. "I'm bleeding!"

"You should be fine for another few hours. That is unless you pulled the knife out."

Silence.

"Don't tell me you pulled it out, Eye Patch… How stupid are you?"

"Shut up…" He started to panic. This was it? He was going to be demoralized until the very end? How did this happen? Where di he go wrong in life?

"Well, I guess you saved yourself an even more agonizing death." The red head could almost hear the smile through the glossy wooden barrier. "Enjoy watching me take Allen in the afterlife, will you?"

He hit the door as hard as he could, wishing he could break through and attack the man himself. He hated this. He hated this feeling of uselessness and insecurity. The fact that after all he had promised Allen… He couldn't live up to a word of it. Instead he was slowly vanishing into the dark depths of despair and nothingness. He wanted to escape so badly. More than anything… All he wanted to do was protect Allen. Be with Allen. He would do anything to escape from here and get just one last chance to save his love. To be honest, for the last two weeks he was a bit unsure as to how sincere his feelings were for Allen… They didn't do much in the regards of being a couple. But now he knew… They didn't need to be like one of those obnoxious high school pairings. He was happy the way they were. He wouldn't change anything. The fact that Allen was his and they could be in close proximity to each other… That was the ultimate treat. He wished he had been more open with Allen, so they could have more possibilities to hold each other. He wished he could have kissed Allen more. More than anything… He wished he could hold Allen one more time before he perished in this closet. Tell him how he truly felt, that he tried until the end. A hot tear escaped his single eye and he bit back a sob. He shook it away, knowing it was too late for such thoughts. This was his lot in life, and he had to learn to deal with it. He was going to lose to the scum of the earth. Without making an imprint, without even giving it his all. He stayed quiet, not making any sort of noise that might show Tyki that he was feeling defeated and weak.

"Is that all, Eye Patch?"

He bit his lip.

"Is this the end for you?"

His hand was going completely numb at this point, the knocking and blood loss catching up to him.

"I'll take good care of Allen."

The older man said it menacingly. He wasn't going to take care of Allen at all… He was going to continue tormenting the kid and telling everyone he was crazy until the boy really did lose it. Lavi punched the door once more, regretting everything. One more chance… One last goodbye! All those things Tyki had whispered into Allen's ear about him… would he believe them? After this… Would he forever hate the red head for never showing up to save him? His heart rate accelerated faster, pumping more and more blood, desperately trying to satisfy his leg wound. Was his vision going hazy? He couldn't tell through the darkness. He let his head rest against the door and felt the remainder of his body relax. He couldn't move anymore. Strange… All this time there was nothing he could've done. He was completely powerless until this moment, and he had blown his one and only chance. The knowledge of it all washed over him like a cold wave, persistent and uncomfortable, yet inescapable. This world was done with him so it seemed… And he had to get over that. He closed his eye, the lid tired and puffy from his former outburst. His mind was swirling with thoughts of the previous two months, every memory lingering on bits of Allen. At this point he wasn't really sure if he was still alive or not, all the feelings of pain and affliction melting into his personal history review. There he was lost, all color and outside noises faded into the abysmal depth Lavi assumed was his death.

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"Hey, you alright?"

Light filtered in slowly, seeping into green irises like fairy strands.

"I think he's coming to…"

"Lavi…?"

That voice… he knew it from somewhere. Where was it from?

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

He blinked, trying to get a grasp on what was happening. Where was he? Was he dead? He had to be. There was no other explanation for the white surroundings and strange voices. Though he swore he knew one of them…

"Lavi, please be OK…"

Allen? Was that Allen? But if that was Allen… Was he dead too? Did Tyki go after the boy once he was finished with the rebellious red head? He made an attempt to speak, but found his throat dry and relatively useless.

"Hey, kid, wake up! You're alright now, come on."

He opened his eye fully and looked around. Allen was there, face streaked in tears and muddled with a worried expression. Beside him was a blond Asian man (must have bleached his hair) wearing a look of extreme interest.

"Allen…?"

The youngest's face lit up and he flung himself around Lavi's neck, squeezing tightly until Lavi couldn't breath. He moved his arm to try to tap the boy on the shoulder, noticing how it was no longer damaged. He wiggled the fingers, entranced by how easily they move when he was unable to do so before.

"Lavi, I'm so happy you're safe!"

The older teen felt his shoulder becoming moist with tears. He felt his throat tighten. Was he really here? Was Allen really here? Or was his mind playing some horrendous prank on him? Not wanting to lose this opportunity again, he hugged onto the younger with all his might, never wanting to let go again. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent always associated with Allen. This had to be real. No figment, not even heaven could recreate this scent so perfectly. It was what made Allen most recognizable to him. The boy didn't need perfume or heavy colognes to mask himself, he was already perfect. Allen let go, and Lavi was somewhat reluctant to follow suit. He stared into those dull silver eyes, getting lost within their complicated structure. He was here. He was alive. He was with Allen. These truths he held to be self evident. Above all else. He fought off the urge to break down into Allen's arms and cry out everything he had just been through. He was stronger than that. His existence here and now was proof of this. He held the ability to fight and make it even when death was rattling him senseless. Instead he smiled and ruffled Allen's hair, his fingers getting an electric kind of tingle from the memorable touch.

Allen smiled back, even with those tears falling down his cheeks. Lavi felt a stab in his heart at seeing that, knowing this time he had been the reason Allen started crying. Regardless of all the effort he had put into always keeping Allen happy and out of harm's way, this time he had made the younger boy cry. It was his fault. There was no helping it at this time though, all he could do was make sure it didn't happen again.

"You've survived something quite miraculous there, Bookman Junior." He heard the other man in the room say. They were sitting in what look like a hospital bedroom, no one occupying the other bed, and the lights being so fluorescently bright one had to squint. Lavi looked over the man once more, noticing a familiar uniform being sported.

"Who are you?" He was finally able to voice his words without choking from the dryness. Was there water anywhere nearby?

"The name's Bak Chan." He stuck out a friendly hand to the eighteen year old and smiled lightly. "Me and Allen here are the reason you're still alive."

"How did you find me?" Lavi instantly countered. There was no way they just stumbled across him by accident, he had been locked in a therapist's locker for Christ's sake.

Bak leaned back in his chair, tilting it back a bit to make it more suited to his preferences. "This one over here," he pointed to the white haired youth, "was making one hell of a racket in his cell. He shouted out at the body guard until the young lad nearly lost his mind. Seeing how you weren't in your cell like you should have been, something like a search party was formed. Luckily we didn't have to look very long, because Allen knew exactly where you were, though he didn't explain how." He gave the red head a skeptical frown. "Finding you locked up in Mr. Mikk's office bleeding to death was a bit shocking to say the least. So we called an ambulance and rushed you to the hospital."

Lavi took a double take around the room. "You mean we're not in-"

"The prison? Dear lord no. Their infirmary in that place is filled with only the most basic equipment. We get that people do bad things, but no one deserves to be treated in that facility."

"How did you get the OK to take me here, though? Isn't Supervisor Komuii absent?"

The blond man lifted an eyebrow and cocked a grin. "I'm his stand-in until he returns. And he's told me plenty about you two." He looked from one to the other mischievously. "Though he failed to mention how you guys are romantically involved."

Allen looked down to his hands and Lavi blushed, glancing sideways.

"We didn't really want… other people to find out…" Allen muttered quietly.

"It's not something you usually shout out to people…" The older teen swallowed hard. How many more were going to find out? Lenalee knew (they had no choice or else Lavi was sure he'd get molested), Tyki knew(Damn bastard had a sickeningly close eye on Allen), he was sure Kanda knew (He overheard the conversation across the hallway, along with several other inmates), and now this guy knew. Was the whole prison just going to find out him and Allen were an item? It didn't make much difference to him anymore, really. He was embarrassed, sure. But the fact that he got his second chance to be with Allen, well, he was more than willing to be open about his relationship if it meant keeping the younger boy close to him.

"Whatever the case," Bak continued, "It's just good to know that you're safe. It would look kind of bad on my record if I became the first Supervisor to let an inmate die in that particular prison." He swished his bangs swiftly, probably trying to appear cool, but only making Lavi think he needed a haircut. "I want to know why you were in the therapist's closet though." He eyed both younger males steadily, not unlocking on either gaze for a second.

Lavi gulped. He looked over to Allen who was fidgeting with his jumpsuit zipper. The boy looked from Bak to the red head and gulped visibly. "Lavi was playing hide and go seek in the closet…"

Lavi rolled his single eye exasperatedly. Allen was a horrific liar. The worst. Even in situations like this where he wanted to hide his secret at all costs, the younger male was completely incapable.

"Hide and go seek." Bak deadpanned disbelievingly. "How did you two get out of the cell?"

Allen bit his bottom lip and looked at the floor. "Um… It fell open…"

"And you two just decided to walk out and play hide and go seek."

"Yes." The snow cap wrung his hands together, not sure where to take the story from there.

Bak sighed. "See, here's the problem." He stood up and walked over to Allen, giving the boy a stern look. "Komuii tells me you two are very well behaved. In fact, the ginger over there even gave him a hard time of letting you guys out on your little gallivant two weeks ago."

"Why does everyone keep calling me that?" Lavi mumbled. Yes he had red hair, but why did they keep saying it like it was a bad thing? He huffed in annoyance and crossed his arms.

"Here's my point." The short, blond man put both hands on his hips to make his speech all the more poignant. "Why is it that two highly praised, supposedly anti-ruffian kids like yourself just walk out of your cell to play a child's game? And maybe put in the description on how one of you ended up with all of a concussion, a dislocated shoulder, and a severe stab wound."

Both kept silent. Lavi was mentally screaming, dying even to tell this man that Tyki Mikk was a no good child rapist who couldn't keep his greasy hands off of his Allen. But unless Allen said something, he wouldn't either.

"Things just happen…" Allen was refusing to put Bak in his line of sight, doing what he normally did and enthralled his vision on an uninteresting floor stain.

"Lavi?"

"What he said." The older teen nodded to Allen. This story was full of so much shit… No way this guy was going to believe it. And the one eyed delinquent would find himself to be quite correct.

"See, some of the inmates tell a different story." The oldest (or predictably oldest, Lavi couldn't tell for the man looked very young, though tired) sat and crossed his legs back in his chair. "Especially one individual named Yu Kanda."

Allen worriedly glanced at Lavi who kept a straight face.

"He said that Tyki came in to grab Allen for some reason, and that you," he pointed at Lavi, "went and started shouting at the man. Then he started choking you for some reason, and I'm guessing this part is true due to those lovely bruises on your neck."

Lavi instinctively touched his neck, feeling the sore spots and wincing a bit. Part of him was relieved that Kanda was there to see what had happened now, for without such witness he would have had to let Allen take control of the situation. He didn't want to be the reason his younger counterpart's secret got unveiled.

"Not only this, but he said he overheard something about how this man has been abusing Allen. I have no details on how or why, only that Allen was being dragged out of the cell against his will and it wasn't the first time. Afterwards, you followed after them and next thing we know, Allen's screaming from his cell, you're missing, and we find you near-dead locked in an outside-lock only closet. Any way to counter this one?"

The youngest tugged nervously at his glove, pulling and stretching while blowing up his cheeks. "Kanda's just dumb… don't listen to him."

"I heard similar stories from other inmates who saw it happen."

"They're all dumb…"

"Lavi? You have anything to say?"

Lavi shook his head a replied "I can't say anything without the consent of a specific person. I made a promise." He felt Allen's eyes linger on him, burning him with speechless gratitude.

"Pity." Bak released another sigh and rested his head on his palm. "It would be really nice to know if our inmates were being mistreated, that way we could get to the bottom of this and serve the correct justice. Inmates are people as much as anyone else, and don't deserve to be treated as any other such organism."

Allen huddled into himself, like he usually did when not knowing what to do about the situation. Lavi put a comforting hand on the boy's, putting on a serious, but still gentle outlook. "Listen, Al… Someone's offering to help you. Maybe it's time to tell a person who's not me about this, that way something can be done about it."

Allen resumed his blank examination of the ground, not replying. The red head put moved another hand to his back and rubbed with support. "Come on… This may be the only way out of this one, but you have to make the decision to escape. If you say no, I'll continue to do my best to protect you on my own… But I'm not a super hero, Al. I break just like everyone else does, and Tyki knows how to break me. I'm not as strong as you want me to be… we're going to need outside participation for this."

Bak put a thumb and forefinger to his chin and seemed to listen with full attention. Allen finally raised his face to meet Lavi's and gave him a scared expression. "Lavi, what if we fail? What if, since we told people, he comes after you like when he choked you? What if he…" Allen struggled with whatever he was trying to say, the words appearing to be caught in his throat. "What if Tyki kills you?" he whispered.

Lavi brushed the hair out of Allen's eyes and smiled, doing his best to convince the boy that this was the right thing to do. "If that's the case, the I would have died for a cause worth dying for."

"No!" Allen shook his head and hit the shoulder that hadn't previously been dislocated. "That's not what I want you to say!"

"I wasn't saying what you wanted to hear, I was saying what my true feelings are."

"Why are you helping me?" Allen's voice was shaking and he held a face like he was going to start crying again. "All I've brought you is trouble… Why aren't you leaving?"

"Because here there's something worth fighting for."

He squared his shoulders and sat up straight, looking Allen right in the eye. It was true, though the last few weeks had been a bit hard on him, and this latest incident especially, the fact was it made his blood pump with excitement. He may have been sitting, drowning in regrets when he thought he was dying, but now that he'd gotten to see Allen again, he knew just how far he was willing to go. All the agony he had suffered back in that closet, he would have gone through it all over again just to get back to Allen, to protect Allen. But he wasn't invincible, and he knew that. They needed reinforcements, a backup crew to take Lavi's place when he got shot down, stabbed, whatever consequence he might face. He was willing to go that far, but he needed someone else to help when he couldn't. Him and Allen's lives were at stake here, and their adversary was a very powerful man with manipulation over the prison.

Allen stopped shaking and put his hands in his lap, staring at Lavi with sincerity. "Would it really be worth it?" He said it as though he doubted the red head. "Lavi you almost died… Maybe next time you might… I can't have you putting yourself in danger for me. I already thought I had lost you,,, what if next time-"

"What about me losing you?" Lavi interrupted. "Have you thought about that? You know what it's like to almost lose someone close to you now, what about my feelings? Allen if I lost you…" Lavi shook his head, still holding on to that little, porcelain hand. "I'd give prison a very good reason to hold me for life just to get to the culprit. And if the culprit was me, I'd never forgive myself. I'd let myself live with that regret, because I know that death would be too easy."

Allen shook his head, trying to ward off these deep words. "Lavi…"

"I've made up my mind."

The younger inspected the two hands laying intertwined by his side. He sucked in a breath and tightened his grip on the red head. The he positioned the hands so that their pinky's were wrapped around each other like embracing lovers.

"Promise me you won't die, Lavi."

"Only if you do too."

Allen nodded. "I, Allen Walker, promise not to die for the sake of Lavi Bookman."

Lavi grinned and followed suit. "I, Lavi Bookman Junior, promise not to die for the sake of Allen Walker."

"Is this really that serious of an ordeal?" Bak cut in. He appeared to be genuinely stunned at just how far these troubled teens were going to go to reach their goal, him not knowing what it may be. "I mean I guess since you were so injured… But I never thought something like this would happen in a prison overseen by Komuii."

"Listen, Sir," Lavi directed his words at the short Asian substitute, "If we choose to tell you what's going on, you may have to go up against superiors and popular opinion to help us. You can't just half-ass this one, for if you get involved and quit, we'll be in even more trouble. Can you do that?"

Bak leaned back in his chair and let a cocky grin play out on his features. "Huh, obviously you aren't aware of how brilliant I am." He whipped his hair for emphasize, and then looked back to the younger males. "Plus, from what Komuii says, you guys are pretty good people, and good people don't let other good people get hurt by bad people. Oldest rule in the Gentleman's Code."

"What is 'Gentleman's Code?'" Allen wrinkled his nose and looked to Lavi, who had mentioned the same thing a few times before.

"It's the code that all gentlemen live by. We set up a line of rules that one must follow to be a full fledged gentleman. It's like the Bro Code, but more classy."

Allen grabbed his head and made a whining noise. "I don't get it…"

"Maybe someday, kiddo."

"Any who!" Bak clapped his hands loudly, calling all eyes back to him. "I agree to help you, and I will do all in my power to get others to help as well. I am sure the regular Supervisor won't have a problem about it, and we both have allies of our own. But before I can help, I need to know just what's going on." He gave Lavi a stern glare, arms now crossed against his chest in attentiveness.

"I think it would be better if Allen told it… Since this was his problem to start with."

Allen hugged himself and tried to cover his face with his knees, finding it not so easy when sitting on the edge of a hospital bed. "I don't know if I can…"

"Come on, Allen." Lavi ruffled his counterpart's head tenderly and placed a light kiss to the side of it. "We can get you out of there, but we need you to tell us all the details first."

Allen grabbed onto the older teen's hand again and nodded slowly. "ok… Well, I spent some time in a younger kid's jail facility before being sent here when I turned twelve, and the therapist was Tyki of course…"

They would spend the next hour or so, listening in interest to the gruesome story Allen was about to completely unravel for the first time. It was a step, not a big step, but enough of a step to get the red head and white haired youth up off the ground and into a region where they could have some power. There was still more fighting left to do, but with help they could accomplish their goal.

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FUCKING HELLA ANGST! WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM?

So I've never died, hopefully I never will (haha lol, what?) But I can imagine that it wouldn't be a good time being that near to death.

Step to the finish line? Still not sure how long this one will be… We'll just see how well it does and go on from there.

Reviews are always well liked :D Thanks for the support on this story, guys!