So Allen's crazy, Sable's a perv, Kanda's far too normal, Lavi's depressing, Tyki's also normal, Hiroko's crazy, and Lenalee's…mood swingy. Oh well. You have been warned.
Disclaimer of Daddy: I don't own D.Gray-man. If I did… I wouldn't be nearing a spoiler (oops).
WARNING: Cheesy confessions of love, unexplained violence, and implied sexual acts between men. Have at it.
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The Second Line
Allen was so full of Hiroko's excellent cooking that he couldn't even pretend to be well. It was one thing to tough it out and walk down the hallway while it was swimming a little, and another, completely different thing to pack himself with food and then attempt the same thing. He would throw up, he knew, and all of that good food and faking would go out the door. As would any chances of getting Kanda out of his clothes in the next twelve years.
So instead he took his lover's arm and half-wobble-stepped toward the bathroom, feeling woozier with every inch they moved. By the time they got to where they were going he thought he was going to fall over and die, but he knew he couldn't. Not if he wanted Kanda to think he was alright. Not if he wanted to get out of the house anytime soon. Not if he wanted any of the things he actually did want. Thus he bit his lower lip and leaned against the wall while Kanda drew water into the tub, closed his eyes and prayed that his stomach would stop rolling and his head would stop spinning sometime soon. He had seducing to do and akuma to destroy; he didn't have time for this.
His arm gave a painful twitch as if to remind him of the importance of his second thought.
"Che, don't faint on me, Moyashi."
"I'm just resting my eyes."
"Baka." Kanda said softly. "Your fever's going up again."
Allen shook his head but could not bring himself to lie with his eyes open. "No I feel fine. I'm just tired." He had the sudden feeling that his stomach wanted to claw its way out of his throat and onto the floor where it could roll around more easily. Maybe even dance a jig. "All of that food, you know?"
Kanda sighed, shaking his head. "You didn't eat that much, Moyashi." He laid his hand softly on Allen's skin, confirming his suspicions. Though it was not like fire yet, it was close. However, the silver eyes that blinked at him in question were not dimmed or foggy, they were alert and sparkling, so he gave into a small urge then and kissed him, relishing in those warm, willing lips against his. Allen blinked up at him when he pulled away, slyly cocking an eyebrow. "No." Kanda said baldly.
"I'm going to die before you fu—"
"OI!" A loud, distinctly feminine voice erupted from the small, barred window above the tub, too loud to be natural. "Yullen-chan! How hot do you want the water?!"
The white haired boy made a face that was none too pleasant; Kanda almost laughed at it, it was so uncharacteristic. He looked about ready to strangle the young woman outside for asking. "Hot is good! But don't cook me!" His voice though, was just as happy as it had ever been. "Does that make sense!?"
Sable cupped her hands around her mouth and called back so that the neighbors could hear. "DOES KANDA CARE HOW HOT THE WATER IS?! OR ARE YOU NOT SHARING?!"
"…I'm going to maim her…"
"What?!" Allen called back, just to see the look on his lover's face.
Sable cackled before she could yell back again. "ARE YOU – ALLEN WALKER – TAKING A BATH WITH KANDA YUU!?"
Kanda clapped his hand of Allen's mouth and called back in a much quieter voice. "Hot is FINE!"
The blonde snickered into her fingers before moving to the woodpile. This was going to be fantastic. She had brought three pencils and seven pieces of paper and a towel, just so she could sit beneath the window and write every little thing she heard while they were in there. It was going to be exquisite. Lenalee was going to worship her. And there would be a girls' night at HQ dedicated solely to the reading of her observations and the viewing of several attempted drawings.
Kanda tested the water a number of times before calling out that it should be good. Sable threw in a little extra wood, to be sure that it stayed that warm long enough, before screaming back that she was going inside. Kanda waited perhaps five minutes before turning to Allen and ushering him toward the now steaming Japanese tub.
"Aren't I supposed to wash out here and then just soak in it?"
The Japanese man shook his head. "We're making an acceptation. You get to soak, wash, and soak some more in it if you want." He knelt down by the side, offing his hand. "Don't look at me like I'm nuts, it was my mother's idea."
Allen tilted his head and gave an odd, unreadable smile. "She's nice."
"Che."
Kanda watched his lover stagger a little away from the wall and catch himself, grin as if it were a normal occurrence and untie the belt of his robe. He tried not to focus on the soft white skin that was exposed, or to hunger for it, but he could not help thinking about it at least for an instant. He loved every curve of that young man, every scar, everything down to his semi-transparent, almost nonexistent leg hair – so how could he not think about it? It was impossible. He just tried not to let it show on his face when the yukata was shrugged off completely, pooling on the floor.
"Love?"
"Hm?"
Allen placed his hand in Kanda's, leaned on it a little more than he would have liked to. "You wouldn't be able to stare at me if you got in with me."
Kanda's shoulders slumped as he pulled the boy forward, touching his hip lightly with the hand that was not held between Allen's fingers. "Moyashi," His face was set with an air of determination. "Get in the tub."
Allen pouted at him. A serious pout. He even tucked his chin. "Pleeease?" He touched the side of Kanda's face with his right hand, drawing his fingers slowly down his soft skin, sighing when he touched his lover's lips. "You don't have to touch me. We can just sit naked together, okay?" He swayed a little on his feet, tried to hide the vertigo. "I won't try to seduce you after that, I swear."
For a moment the older boy just studied the pair of pleading eyes looking down at him, weighing his options. It would hurt more, in the end, if he denied Allen this small favor than if he accidentally did something stupid. He let go off Allen's hip and instead took the fingers on his lips in his hold, brought both of the younger boy's hands to his mouth, kissing lightly.
"Alight."
Allen's face broke into a triumphant smile.
"But if you eventhink about doing anything, I'll do you so hard, what I did at Christmas will seem like nothing."
"Love, that's hardly a threat." The British boy laughed, stepping over the side and into the water. "I wasn't used to it and you had me tied to the bed frame, if anything happened like that now it wouldn't be so big a deal." He lifted his other leg, hissed at the heated water on his limbs. They felt stiff, underused, and at the same time sore. He felt that he might collapse into the water and fall asleep at once. "Though if that ever happens again, I think I'd want my hands free so I can touch you. It's not fair to you if I don't."
Kanda made a sound of dissent as he stood, unknotting his own clothes. "It's perfectly fair. You'd have us both spent in a matter seconds if I let you freely interfere all the time."
"Not true. I know better now."
"Che. Knowing and doing are very different things, Moyashi-kun."
"Do I get a freebee because you said it?"
Kanda sighed softly. "You're the one that made up that stupid rule, not me."
"Then that's a yes." Allen lowered himself into the water with a light plash, reached up to his lover to pull him in also. Kanda looked impossibly glum as he let his hair down and entered the tub, being careful not to slip on the warm bottom. After a few moments of splashing and rearranging Kanda was leaning on the side of the tub and, though it was large enough for them both to enjoy the water without touching each other, Allen was leaning into his chest, an arm draped over his shoulders. The British boy craned his neck backward and laid his lips on Kanda's, kissing deeply and unhurriedly, drawing out the contact as he flicked his tongue across his lover's cool lips, tasting him and enjoying the flavor. He did not hide any of his wishes, nor did he act on them. The action easily could have grown into something more entertaining, but the Japanese man did not lift his hands to make it so.
When the kiss broke Kanda had to struggle to give him his best glare.
"Love… I'm…"
"Not getting any, stop trying."
Allen sighed in a great huff. "God, you're so sexy when you say that…"
"Moyashi…"
"And you're glaring. You know how I get when you're glaring…"
"Allen Walker."
He gave his very best blazing grin. "Yes, Yuu-sama?"
"No."
Allen groaned and sank low in the water, crossing his arms. Oh well… I'll just have to get better by tonight.
Kanda went about wetting his hair while Allen did the same, trying to ignore the urge to take up the younger boy's invitation. He focused on getting all of himself wet, completely, even going so far as to lean sideways and drench most of his face with his hair. The water was searing hot on his face but he did not mind – the feeling helped to distract him from other, more pressing matters. Like the pale skin of his lover from the corner of his eye.
No. No. No. He told himself repeatedly, looking away. I will not do something that I will regret.
Allen was quietly amazed that Kanda could ignore him so well. He was dizzy though, so he wasn't about to do anything crazy to get his attention. The more he thought about it, the dizzier he felt, and the dizzier he felt the more difficult it became to actually focus on what he was trying to wash. By the time he thought he might want to find something foamy to put in his hair, his hands wouldn't come out of the water to do what he told them and his heart was banging in his chest, too slow for his liking.
The world suddenly turned sideways, becoming quite warm. It wasn't the same as the almost-too-hot water on his skin, it was softer, like cotton, and the bathroom light flickered as if fogged over by something distant. He felt himself sink even lower, the water covering his lips and nose, but he was dizzy and tired and it seemed impossible to push himself up. The yellow wall across from him suddenly sparkled with little lights that he recognized as what he saw before he fainted.
Crap…
Kanda turned when a hand drifted haphazardly into his hip. His immediate suspicion was that Allen had fallen asleep in the warmth of the water, food and claimed tiredness sapping what little energy he had had left. But that was not the case when he turned to see him. Allen's face was in the water, eyes half open, lips parted, and he was making what appeared to be very little effort in lifting himself up. Kanda felt a jolt of fear through his heart. Hurriedly he took the younger boy by the shoulder and struggled to pull him up and close; a thousand questions and demands clouding his mind and leaving him incapable of speech. It was not until the British boy's back was against his chest, Kanda's arms wrapped surely around his hips and shoulders, that he found any means of vocalizing his concerns.
"Moyashi," He gave him a little shake. Allen's damp, clinging hair was half plastered to Kanda's shoulder, his head lulled sideways as if he could not lift it. "Damnit, say something!" He shook harder.
"Wha's…wrong…wit'…'e?" He mumbled, shaking. Tremors so violent they rattled his teeth together coursed through his thin frame, the fingers of his left hand switching with every passing, a small amount of awareness coming back to him as they worsened. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as his head came back and leaned gently on Kanda's shoulder.
"What?" The Japanese man asked softly. Allen still quivered against him, his eyes had gone wide. The skin on his chest was far too hot. He had to get Allen out of the tub as soon as he was still. "What is it?"
The white haired boy breathed slowly in and out, clenching his left hand into a tight fist. "Love, I…" He blinked slowly, twice. "Don't let me… I…can't…"
"Moyashi!" Kanda half yelled, turning him in his arms so he could look down at the boy's slowly dimming eyes. "Don't you dare pass out! I swear to God I won't touch you for a week if you do!"
"Don't let me… don't let me… I don't want to…" Allen felt Kanda pull him into a forceful embrace, sloshing water with the motion. No, I can't. I have so much to do! I have Kanda to do! I have to hold on…!
But the world was closing in on him, growing darker, his lips refused to even silently protest anymore. His heart was like a slow, heavy thing in his chest, crushing him, his lungs dysfunctional billows. He held Kanda's eyes, willing himself to focus only on them, only on the tears that were brimming in those beautiful eyes. If he could hold on to them, if he could see only Kanda, if he could feel nothing but the hands on his skin and the fear in his heart, he would be able to perhaps outlast the wash of darkness that threatened his world. He did not blink, only looked at his lover's eyes.
Kanda mouthed words that Allen could not hear.
A blood curdling scream ripped those sapphire anchors away from Allen, dislodging his hold on reality. He could only watch in muted terror as the world spiraled away into nothing, blackness, cold oblivion. He would not have minded so much if Kanda's face were not turned away toward the window.
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Sable pushed the papers away in favor of covering his face with her hands, blood and pain making the reaction almost instinctual. It had never been so horrible before, never so bad. It didn't just hurt her skin either, it was a pain that pierced her bones and down into her neck, rendering her incapable of fast movement.
Uri had to be very close.
To make matters worse she was seeing things that she shouldn't have seen, things Hitori had told her about at dinner. They were fleeting images, broken by her own thoughts, but she could see them, and each one brought with it a twist of agony in her skull. She could taste blood in her mouth even though she knew none of it had gotten that far, she could feel fire in her stomach and excitement in her heart, none of which was hers. Uri had to be very close. Right there. Enjoying himself.
And then she saw herself, Kanda, and Allen, at the door.
"Hi-hito…" The name was a soft, powerless cry on her lips. Her hands dropped from her face so see could look at them, see that they were covered in far too much blood, more than she had ever seen flow so quickly. With her fingers gone it came easily down the sides of her face, down her nose, dribbled onto her jacket – but that didn't matter. She didn't need to stop the bleeding. She needed to find someone to save Hito.
Hiroko was standing on the walk even before Sable could push herself up from her place by the bathroom, a sword in either hand, bow on her back, sandaled feet splayed wide and ready. She had heard the scream and come back as fast as she could, not taking the path, and the bloody sight before her filled her with inhuman wrath. She twirled the blade in her right hand, glared at Sable with an intensity befitting a person of purely evil intentions.
Without explaining how she knew or what she knew she turned to face the woods, pointed her wakizashi as if she were sighting down its, gleaming, razor sharp length. "So," The hatred in her voice was almost palpable, "Where's the fucking idiot who hurt my baby?"
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Lavi was finally wearing all of his clothes, standing outside the inn, attempting to say goodbye. The way they had for almost twenty minutes. He could say the words, but he couldn't mean them. He kept his hold on his lover's hands even as he repeated them again and again, knowing that he would most likely never be able to let go. It hurt to think about it. It was a pain he did not like.
"Lavi," The Noah said softly. He was in his suit again, standing very close, Lavi's back against the building wall. Tyki looked rather dashing in his top hat and gloves, handsome enough to be ignored by the passers by when they saw the younger man looking up at him with hungry eyes. "I really should go. I must explain my absence from last night's family dinner."
The redhead's fingers closed more tightly. "I know."
But the knowledge did not stop him from leaning up to kiss the older man, nor did it stop the older man from kissing back. He didn't care if people saw nor did her care if they didn't, he simply went with the urge that pressed him. After a moment he let go with his left hand, his touch drifting to the starched fabric of Tyki's jacket, which he used to pull their bodies closer. The Noah's free hand came up next to his head, leaning on the buildings face so that he over shadowed the younger man with all of his height and his arm, like a protective barrier. He used it to gently push himself away.
"Darling, I am sorry."
"I know, you have to go," But Lavi kissed him again all the same.
"I swear that I will come back for you," Tyki whispered, lowering his head so that their foreheads rested against one another. "As soon as I can – maybe as soon as tomorrow."
The redhead still did not release his clothes. "I don't want to lose you."
"Never, Lavi," He spoke back surely. "Not in a million years." He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, feeling the other's unwillingness to let go. He did not want to leave, but he had to. If they were discovered, those thousand marks against him would be a reality. And his love would be the one to pay the price for it. "I love you."
"Then stay."
"You know I can't."
The apprentice was quiet for a moment, burying his face in Tyki's chest, inhaling his scent. "I love you too." And saying the words still set his heart on fire.
Gently the dark haired man pushed him back; this time sure that it was goodbye. He fished in his pocket for a moment, closed his hand around something before pulling it out and offering it to the redhead, who frowned at him from his place against the building. "Take it."
Lavi blinked for a moment, wondering what small trinket the Noah had brought for him, and why. Shyly he stuck out his palm and let the small, metallic thing with Tyki's hand fall into his.
A tiny silver cufflink. The kind rich men used when they lost their buttons.
"You ripped off more than just one, Ty-chan." He laughed, closing his fingers around it.
The Noah chuckled at him, tilting his head in a way that made his somewhat disorganized hair fall from beneath his hat and onto his forehead. "I know I did, Lavi. But that cufflink is part of a set of two. I, you see, have the other one."
Lavi sighed at him. "Romance again?"
"Resurrected from the shallow grave you put her in."
Lavi rolled his eyes. "You know what? You should just go before I kill her again."
"Oh? And how would you go about doing that?"
The apprentice Bookman smiled at him lopsidedly, shifted on his feet so that his back was pressed firmly against the building, his hips and feet slightly more forward. "I have my ways."
The Noah leaned down to capture his mouth. He kissed with all of the force he could, still amazed at how easily Lavi's lips parted for his tongue, how accepted his actions had become. He never would have seen this happening. Not after all of the pain he had caused could he even imagine himself here, on a street corner, being held tight by the young man who loved him.
Him. All of him. Not just the parts he showed his opposing worlds.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too."
"I will see you soon, I promise."
Lavi smiled at him but the expression did not reach his eyes. "Okay." He released him at last, let the older man step back without hindrance. He stepped out also, turning toward the inn but not looking away from the Noah. "Bye…Ty-chan." His feet carried him on to the door but he could not look to take the knob in his hand.
A person walked between them, breaking his view for a fraction of a second. When they moved aside he found himself blinking at an empty street, a chill wind sweeping what was left of the brown and gray snow with icy fingers. Tyki was gone. Gone as if he never had been there.
With a deep sigh and a gloriously bright smile he faced the door, turned the knob, and in one swift motion, pushed it open. The receptionist was napping at her desk, so he waltz right passed her, attempting to make it to his room in time to feign sleep for a few minutes – because he figured that Lenalee hadn't crashed through the door yet.
How wrong he was.
Lenalee was standing in the hall, short slip of paper in her hand, reading it for what felt like the thousandth time. Every time her eyes went over the words she saw something she had missed the before, like the chibi pictures of Lavi and Tyki that litter the edges of the page. She still hadn't looked at all of them in detail.
lenalee-chan and crow-chan,
sorry! i got pulled
away by SomEthing eXtremely important. i should be back before dawn,
but if
i'm not, don't worry too much. i seriousLy dOubt eVen
for a momentEnt that ty-cHan wIll do
anything to hurt Me, so don't
come looking for a few days. i'll Be fine. You kEep up the
good
work! really.
MAYBE,
Lavi :D
It didn't take a genius to pick out what he actually meant to say in that letter. In fact, the little blobby picture of himself in the arms of the Noah next to the first line was completely unnecessary, as was the little Lavi-head accompanied by a heart on the second. She seethed at the note. What the hell was he thinking?! Sex, love, passion, hope – none of it mattered if the Noah didn't feel the same way. Lavi would never be home. He'd be dead. A tiny fraction of her world would crumble into nothing but a sad, distorted memory.
"You idiot," She hissed under her breath. Even after three hours of having the sun up and two of reading and rereading the note, he still wasn't back.
She was assuming the worst.
She heard a floorboard squeak at the end of the hall and glanced momentarily up to see what it was, not that she honestly cared. The note was smashed in her hand when she saw a head of messy red hair, a crooked green headband, and a jacket decorated with an ugly orange scarf. The half-terrified expression on the young man's face made the ensemble complete – perfect Lavi, the way he was supposed to be, safe and missing no limbs, slowly backing away toward the foyer.
"Lavi!"
Too late. She had seen him. He stopped moving and waited for the Chinese girl to attack him or hug him, being he knew that she was going to do one or the other. He wavered on his feet a little when she smashed him with a bear hug, exclamations of worry and happiness at his wellness leaving her lips in one large wave, none of the words distinguishable in tone at all. She was happy. That was good.
"Lenalee – can't – breathe…" The redhead gasped, prying at her arms. She heaved a heavy sigh as she let go and pushed him to arms length, inspecting him for damage she had missed on her cursory sweep. The eye was the first thing she noticed. Then the amazingly dark bite mark on his collar bone, which was no longer hidden by his scarf. Beneath his jacket his shirt seemed to slightly more open than normal, but it was hard to tell with that heavy garment obstructing most of the view.
"What happened?" She demanded, trying to poke the flesh under his eye. He batted her hand away before she could. "Did he hit you? And what's with the bite mark? It looks human…"
Lavi attempted to laugh awkwardly and did it perfectly. "Didn't you… get my note?"
She narrowed her eyes in a deadly glare. "Yes. But that doesn't explain the black eye or the…oh…" She stared at him for perhaps a whole minute, thinking about the things that must have happened, the things that must have changed, everything that he and one of the enemy must have done. It was hard to decide what to do. Reluctantly her hands moved from his shoulders to his elbows and then to his wrists, her eyes never leaving that blatant love mark on his neck. "You two… even though he's one of the Noah…"
Lavi's expression fell a little, but his smile remained. It was on odd expression, especially on so bright a face, and it pulled at Lenalee's heartstrings to see him make it. "That doesn't matter to either of us, Lenalee. I still love him."
"Love him? Even though he did this to you?" She indicated the bruise marks on his wrists, the black eye. "Even though he's killed people you knew, hurt those you loved? Even though he's evil?"
"He's not evil."
"He is evil, Lavi. He's evil and you're good."
"It's not like that!"
"Then how is it? He's changing sides to be with you?"
"No…I wouldn't ask him to…"
"Then listen to me!" Her voice, which had grown louder with every exchanged, fell to a dangerous whisper; she glanced over her shoulder to be sure no one else could hear her ranting. "He is evil. What other word do you have someone who does this to someone they claim to care for? And he's a Noah. He takes pleasure in causing you pain. He winked at me after what he did to you in the alleyway. He's done so many awful things…
"I can understand what happened that night in Dernshire – you had me down the hall if you needed me, but what did you have last night? You had no one! You had only yourself to defend you. You're not enough. One person is not enough. He could have destroyed your Innocence Lavi, he could have last night—"
"No he couldn't have – not that he would."
She stopped for a moment, confused. "What?"
"I left it here." He said flatly. "In case anything happened to make Ty-chan lose his mind."
Lenalee was suddenly enraged. She dropped his hands and slapped him across the cheek, hard, angry tears burning in her eyes as she did. She did not pause to hear more excuses. "What were you thinking?! If he had decided that now was the time to end this little charade he's playing – or lost his mind as you put it – you would have been dead without a fight. Gone. You're so stupid. So selfish. You'd let yourself be murdered for some stupid emotion you think you feel!" The contact of hands against her shoulders pushed her back three steps, Lavi's hands, pushing her away.
"Don't you dare say that again," He spat, the words a growl in his throat. "You don't understand, Lenalee. You can't understand. Good and evil don't matter anymore. Hell! I never was good. I've been a Bookman all my life and we don't even have a side, so you give that 'opposite sides of the war bull crap'. And I don't care if you do; all I care about is the fire on my skin when he touches me, the pain in my chest when you say things you don't even recognize the meaning of.
"If you can't understand that, you're not human.
"I know how I feel. You can't tell me that I don't love him; you can't tell me that saying goodbye this morning wasn't like chopping off my own arm. You can't tell me that he doesn't feel the same way. Because if he doesn't love me, I'd rather that he just kill me without saying a word about it. Does that make sense to you? Can you even pretend to understand it? I would rather die this instant, thinking that he loves me, than go on the rest of my life knowing that he doesn't."
Lenalee's lavender-gray eyes watched the mask of anger break, slide away so that she could see the hurt on his face. She realized then that she had said too much, gone too far. She had pushed the one button that did not need pushing, the one that she had only vaguely been aware of until the words were already tumbling out of her mouth and into his ears. She had never seen him truly angry before, not at anyone, but now that she was the subject of his fury she found that she did not like it at all. It frightened her.
"Lavi, I'm sor—"
His fists clenched at his sides until his knuckles turned white. "Don't apologize to me." He hissed. She closed her mouth with a snap, not knowing what he was going to do. She watched him breathe slowly in and out again, close his anger brightened eye and sooth himself from the inside. The color of his face, which had gone slightly pink with rage, lightened with every passing moment, but Lenalee's hand print still shown red against his skin. When he looked at her again he was calmer, his voice was gentle though it still rasped with suppressed emotion. "You're just worried. You're just scared that something will happen to me."
She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come.
"Doesn't that make you more selfish than I am, really? You're so worried that you might lose me that you're willing to hurt me more than Ty-chan ever could."
"Lavi, no I—"
"Forget it." He turned his face from her even as she took a step closer as if to touch him. "You'd make it so I could never see him again if it guaranteed that nothing would happen, wouldn't you? Because that's how you are. You'd rather I be unhappy and living than content and dying."
She couldn't take it anymore. "I do want you happy! But isn't there a safer way for that to happen? A way that doesn't involve you leaving coded notes and coming back with bruises so deep I can see the imprint of the belt that made them?"
Lavi blushed a little, turned back to face her. He felt an ironic, tiny smile pulling at the edge of his lips. "I don't mind the bruises, Lenalee." And he lost out to the smile, the anger in his gut dying out a little as it blossomed across his face. "Like you said, they're normal."
"You… like it when he hits you…" She said it almost as if she did not know she was speaking out loud.
He chuckled a little at her completely shocked expression. "It's better when he bites me, or just pins me down but…yeah. I mean… it's different than most people – and you're starting to look pale – but it works for both of us. I had to talk him through the last part though; I think he was afraid of hurting me."
"Afraid… of hurting you…?"
"Uh huh. But there was no way I was walking away from that table a virgin after he hit me with his belt."
"Table… virgin…"
"Lenalee, are you alright?"
"Alright…"
"Lenalee?"
She shook her head, her expression going from blank to understanding in that time. "I think… I think I understand now. And… I think… I need to draw… Sorry, can we talk later?"
He laughed his same, normal, bouncy Lavi-laugh, all of his prior anger and sadness forgotten. He reached out with his right hand and patted her lightly on the head with it. "Sure thing, Lenalee-chan!"
And all she could do was smile brokenly back.
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Title Explanation of Unimportance: The fine line between good and evil. Because Uri is going on over to attack people and well, I think Lavi explained the other implication pretty well. XD Don't ask me how many lines there are either, I don't know.
Anyways! Yeah, it ended pretty horribly. Cliffhanger in one place, apparently unimportant character crap in another… yeah… I should have devoted more time to Hiroko, huh? (Love that mother-child-psychic connection XD)
Thanks for reading again! And for reviewing! I'm almost to 400!!! I'd like to see like, 1000, but that's only a distant dream… oh well! LOVE anyways!
