He was being stupid. Unrealistic really. The idea had been more of a comical idea, something that could be called a crazy day dream. Yes, breaking someone out of confinement was greatly frowned upon by the Black Order. A boy could dream. It was hard not to after last night.
Lavi had not slept a second the night before. Lavi figured Allen had had the same trouble most likely.
The boy shuffled his feet along the stone corridor. He didn't really have an appetite that morning. How could he? It was really a last minute idea that he even turned right into the main hall.
"Lavi!" He looked up, finding Lenalee among the lessening crowd of exorcists and finders.
"Over here," she called again, Lavi turned and walked to Lenalee's table.
"Hey Lenalee," Lavi greeted with a yawn, taking a seat across from her.
"Did you sleep ok last night?" Lavi smiled tiredly.
"Of course. I just couldn't fall asleep right away is all," he replied. Lenalee smiled hesitantly. Her friend hadn't slept a wink, but he wouldn't say this.
"How is the Chief?" Lavi asked, making conversation, but also genuinely interested.
"Oh, my brothers busy as ever. I don't think he's left his office the last two days," Lenalee answered, absently dragging her fork through her food.
"What's got the science division in such a bunch?" Lavi regretted it the second he said it. Someone would have to be blind and deaf to not know the reason for all the craziness as of late.
"Sorry, don't answer that," he mumbled into his hands. Lenalee looked down at her plate, discarding her fork and plate of long forgotten food to the side.
"I've gotta go meet Bookman in the library. I'll see you around," with a forced grin Lavi stood and left the table quietly and briskly. Lenalee did nothing to stop her friend. She wasn't in the mood to talk much anyways.
Down the hallway, Lavi walked the opposite direction of the library. He found himself nearing Komui's office.
"What are you suggesting?" The voice was sharp and boarding manic. Dangerous.
"We need answers, and we both know who he trusts more." Lavi crept closer now, pressing himself against the wall on one side of the large door. The conversation was coming from Komui's office.
"I am not saying we kill the boy, not that we could really, rather unlikely," the other voice joked, laughing. Komui did not reply. Most likely surprise or shock.
This was met with silence. Lavi knew the first person to be their chief. But the second was unmistakably Rouvelier.
Lavi had heard enough. He wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He headed for his least favorite place, but the reason and goal in mind was more than enough motive.
Allen hadn't moved but enough to rest against Timcanpy's large frame. It had been another night and the hours and minutes had blurred enough it could have been ten nights and the fevered boy wouldn't have known.
"Tim, are you awake?" Allen asked, his question barely audible. The golem replied with a grunt.
"I wander what day it is," the boy said to himself. To another whose sanity was still intact, talking to yourself was not normal. But for Allen, the silence was even more unbearable. Since Timcanpy could hardly hold up his end of the conversation, he had already accepted the task of speaking for both of them.
"Do you think Lavi is coming back." It wasn't really a question. There was no answer anyways. The golem shifted a little under the restraints as best it could. Though it was little room to move.
Feeling. A hunch. Whatever you wanted to call it, Allen sat up straighter and stared towards the farthest wall on the other side of the cell. Either the room shook with a small tremor or he was worse off than he thought.
It came again, and this time a piece of stone fell to the floor with a metallic clank against the cobbled ground.
"Alright. It's official. I'm crazy," the boy said, stifling his laughter with his free hand, which turned into a small coughing fit. There were worse things to happen. He couldn't think of anything at the moment, but that didn't mean there weren't any.
The next tremor shook the room even more. Timcanpy shifted nervously, fidgeting. Did Timcanpy feel it too?
'Maybe I'm not completely insane yet,' Allen thought to himself this time.
Finally the wall gave way and a good sized hole opened. Light fell through, moonlight meant-
"Outside," Allen breathed. It was too easy. A leg stepped through. His breathing hitched. Who was it? Maybe the Noah? Tyki? Perhaps Road? The boy tightly closed his eyes and looked away. It wasn't as if he had the means to defend himself. With out innocence, his Crown Clown, Allen was about as dangerous as a helpless and wounded dog.
The sound of nearing footsteps grew closer.
Allen wasn't alone. He felt his consciousness fading. His skin burned, it was too warm. Sleep was a welcomed guest.
"I'm here," the voice was muffled, almost mute. The visitor kneeled down to Allen's level and carefully hoisted him on their back. Standing, they slowly shuffled their load gently, painfully aware of an ashen grey hand gripping their shoulder.
"Were getting out of here." The words were lost to a quiet breathing. A sleeping Allen Walker. Lavi laughed.
Before departing the stone cell through the make-shift exit, Allen's rescuer gave one last look at the last prisoner.
"I wish I could help you buddy. I really do" Lavi turned and began his long trek away from the Black Order. Away from everything he had ever really come to love. But what he loved even more than his friends and the old man, was his dream.
And he would carry it as far and as long as he could.