Chapter 19 – Forgetful
(This is quite ironically named because I forgot that when someone is badly injured they usually go to the hospital...yeah, my common sense doesn't agree with my logic often)
Huh?
What happened?
There was Kanda and Lavi fighting...
Then...he left...
He let me and Lavi be together...
Then what? It all went dark.
"Allen?"
Lavi?
"You awake Moyashi?"
"I'M CALLED ALLEN!" I shot upwards upon hearing that hideous nickname and came literally face to face with the one I thought it was. I flopped back down onto the bed again after making hard contact (I say he really has a hard head), not only becoming dizzy from that, but from just waking up.
"I knew that would work." I looked back up to the one who had spoken as I rubbed my forehead. He had a red mark between them small areas of revealed skin from behind his bangs that stubbornly refused to get out of his face.
"Then I guess you know me too well."
"Indeed I do." Our faces grew closer once more, but this time instead of our foreheads, it was our lips that came together. I allowed him to do as he pleased as I shut my eyes and lifted the dry, untouched ends of my moist mouth in which its humidity had increased from contact with those that were wet. As we pulled apart he whispered: "I'm glad you're alright"
"It's good to be alright" I added. Now that I had a chance to view in more detail of where we were, I couldn't help but noticed we were at neither my house nor Lavi's. So, in curiosity of the mysterious whiteness surrounding us, I asked what our current location was.
"Lavi... Where are we exactly?"
"Hospital." That explains the white walls and pretty much everything else. "Because of this." He beckoned towards my wounded right shoulder, in which I had just realised that had many bandages over it, they must have been changed very recently as they smelt fresh. Noticing I was indeed shirtless, my attention shifted to my left arm. Upon noticing that I was cautious about my scaly, blood-red claw Lavi spoke. "Don't worry; I explained to them that you were born like that, I only asked them to fix up your shoulder from that wound and they've done I pretty good job.."
"Speaking of wounds what about you? You were wounded too?" That last statement came out as a question more than a fact because I was doubting myself about whether or not he had actually been injured as I saw that he had no bandages or any other evidence that he had once been wounded.
"They healed me yesterday; you were unconscious from blood loss."
"I didn't think it was this serious." Lavi face palmed and looked back at me and I could tell that he was thinking: you seriously just said that?
"Allen. You were stabbed by fricken' Mugen which, when I last checked, is a friggin' samurai sword, in the flippin' shoulder." He emphasised certain words to make his message clear since I was being thick-headed.
"Oh yeah..." My mind was somewhere else, but I managed to drag it back to where it was suppose to be. "You're alright though are you? I mean, I thought he was really going to kill you back then." I shuddered when recalling those blood-splattered walls, his body lying limp on his own cold floor covered in cuts where said fluid leaked from.
"If I wasn't I wouldn't be talking to you right now." His lips pecked at my forehead. "So seeing as though I'm here, I'm alright. You however need to worry about yourself." His singular eye swiftly glanced back at my wounded shoulder wrapped in white. "They said that it was pretty deep, it nearly hit your bone. You're lucky he slowed down when he did."
"Yeah...lucky..." I was usually known as quote: 'Unlucky Boy.' Usually I had rotten luck, but I guess even someone like me has some fortune, if only a little. I gazed towards the window as sunlight shined through its transparent glass. It reminded me of how my days shone after meeting those who were important to me, how they had lightened my world after I was trapped in cold darkness, begging for escape, and as I reached out, warm hands grasped my own, pulling me away from that black prison. I will forever be grateful. An unwelcoming silence arose, so I decided to end it by bringing up a topic in which I was curious "Did they say how long I was gonna be here for?"
"A day or two maybe. But I'll be here so you're not lonely."
"Thanks." Why do I always end up thanking him? Does it mean that he's always the one helping me out and that I don't do as much for him? Can I get him to thank me more often so I actually know I helped him in some way?
Days afterwards, I was allowed out of hospital. While I was still there however, Lavi was by my side the entire time; he even hid under my bed when the nurses were looking for him to tell him his time was up, but because he was so good at hiding, he was never discovered. I always told them that he had already left because he had to be somewhere, which prolonged his stay even if it was without permission. That always made me forgets my physical pains and increased my recuperation rate all the better.
At New Years, I was back at home. To my surprise Cross, the Marian Cross, was being sympathetic and actually caring about my wellbeing for once in his drunken life, that or he too tipsy he had a personality switch. (I swear I don't know that men as well as I think I do.) I was hoping that my time in hospital hadn't been spread around as I would be bombarded with questions when I got back to school in days later.
Unfortunately, worse-case scenario one had indeed occurred.
*Narrator*
That morning, Allen did his usual school routine: woke up at 6:30 (although, he has been considering changing it to a later time), got dressed on of his favourite suits (including his precious red ribbon), had an extra large breakfast, got his bag which had been previously packed, picked up his lunch money in a secret storage in his room (mostly from poker games that he had *coughcheatedincough* won) which Cross was unaware of, then set off for a 5 minute walk from his house. As he went through his school's black gates, which had a hint of orange rust due to its age, his usual morning was ruined by mouths that spoke too many questions belonging to worried faces.
"Are you alright?" One girl asked
"Um..." He could only get small windows of opportunities to speak before more interrupted him.
"I heard you were in hospital!" Exclaimed another.
"Well..." Again, he wasn't being listened to.
"Is your shoulder okay?" More were gathering round. Great, more questions, just what I wanted in the morning Allen groaned in his head.
"Yeah...it-"If they ask questions they obviously wanted answers, so why weren't they listening to him if that was what they were looking for?
"Who did it?"
"Ka-" Suddenly, they all silenced as a certain presence entered the scene, shushing them.
"Now, now ladies, give the man some space to breathe."
"But is it true?"
"That between them two now isn't it? I'm sure Allen doesn't want you butting in." They pouted. Knowing that they were beaten, they changed the subject of the conversation.
"Are you two going on the trip that's coming up?"
Allen looked at Lavi for an explanation, upon seeing an equally puzzled face, he got no answer.
"Huh? What trip?" We both answered in synch.
"The one to Kingswood?" There was a trip? Little did they know that they were on the same brain wave at that moment.
"Neither of us got a letter." What their questioners were oblivious to was that this was a big white lie.
"Oh, well, sorry but there are no more left so I guess you won't be going." Many complained and whined (Allen could of sworn he heard Lavi's name crop up numerous times in the large blending of voices, and somehow, he wasn't amused by it).
"Well, never mind. That just means it'll be us two at school then, right Allen?" A sly grin was directed at said Shortstack. (Brick'd)
"Y-yeah." He managed to suppress a blush; he didn't want to give anything away as he had promised at his surprise birthday party. As they left, Allen's excitement for the next week only increased like a plant which grew at lightning speed, but also, the thought of it made him slightly nervous, who knew what said rabbit would get up to, or even what he was planning on (if that should be the case, which is about 83% of the time). As their many classmates left them, the true reasons why they weren't going on the trip to Kingswood was revealed.
"Master would never let me go 'because it's too expensive and just because he's a slave-dragger." The poor boy's face darkened, almost in self-pity, like an abandoned puppy.
"Old Panda wouldn't either; he said 'you should be recording history, not messing about somewhere." His elder's face was just the face only instead of a puppy; his was more of a rabbit's.
"Well, we're sailing in the same boat."
"Indeed we are Captain Walker." (A cookie to whoever got that, if not type 'D Gray Man OST 1' on YouTube and you should get it eventually). He swiftly moved closer to his favourite white-head. "And I'm looking forward to it." That last comment sent pleasant, but also slightly worrying, chills running down his spine and spreading through his blood, which Allen thought it would have turned blue- wait, actually blood is blue when it's still in the body, but any who the point is - he felt his blood go frozen like ice, leaving the cold staying in specific places, before being warmed again by Lavi's overwhelming heat as he popped Allen's personal space bubble (if it was possible) even more, disposing of the invisible obstacle that was between him and Allen. Just like what had happened many months ago, the bell rung, interrupting their moment, they both agreed with that statement. That bell has the worst timing. They both thought with faces which avoided all amusement. (Because 'unamused' is not a word.)
*Time skip to last lesson of the day*
After a long day of Maths, English, Geography, History and Art, they both headed for drama class in which they were acting a very well-known Shakespearian play (yes I am cheesy, cliché, whatever you want to call me): Romeo and Juliet. They had all been asked to practise their lines at home so when they came back that lesson they would finally get to practice actually acting it out. Unfortunately, they had both forgotten about who they were acting as and that only made their romantic relationship all the more awkward as the roles were:
Lavi: Romeo
Lenalee: Juliet
Allen: Mercutio
Kanda: Tybalt (well, that's no surprise.)
"Oh yeah..." Lavi said, scratching the back of his head. "I'm apparently supposed to be Romeo and Lenalee is Juliet. Ehehehehe...heh?" Allen wasn't pleased; in fact, he had an urge of punching Lavi because he had to kiss Lenalee, even though he was his boyfriend. To top it all off, it was said Romeo who asked him out in the first place.
"This is...troublesome..." He couldn't believe he forgot about this, and now that he had agreed to go out with Lavi it only worsened their situations. Allen had officially fallen out with Shakespeare (Not dissing Shakespeare at all guys, in fact, I love Shakespeare!). And what do you know; just to add to his loathing of said play-writer,the one and only 'Juliet' had arrived.
"Hey guys!" Speak of the devil, sometimes, Allen thought that she could read the minds of some people. "Excited for the show?"
"Erm...yeah..." They put on their masks, a.k.a. fake smiles (Very believable to add).
"Totally excited..." No matter how they tried to conceal it, they obviously were not looking forward to it, not one little bit.
*Lenalee's view*
Humph. I knew it, they really are going out. Allen's just gone bright red while Lavi can't pretend to not be uncomfortable to save his life! How I am going to sort this out? I didn't think of this 'cause I only found out at the party about their little 'thing' for each other. I'll have to get thinking quick as show time's fast approaching. Maybe I could...yeah...that'll be a great idea! But I won't say anything; I'll just let then get a surprise tomorrow morning. This'll be fun to see their reactions, especially Allen's. (Insert girly giggle here)
"So then, you guys learnt your lines?" I feel really bad now because they've took all that time (hopefully) to learn their lines...but, if they haven't, that just saves my guilt.
"Mostly" They replied together, it's funny how they're so alike, and cute. Well, that only helps my plan. (The Death Note reference has been made once again. Why must it always be Death Note...or Code Geass for those fans out there?)
"Alright then, let's gather the group and get started!" I announced, cheerfully. "You guys over there!" I yelled to those lazy bums that always sat in the far corner of our drama classroom. "We're starting! Get in positions!" They all went to specific areas of the room, stood still, head hanging low so eyes belonging to each individual were directed to their feet as the prologue was read out by one of the said corner lovers. Despite their usual, unenthusiastic attitude, they put a lot of expression into each word, like they were revealing their emotions through each syllable:
Two households, both alike in dignity,
in fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Next, two Capulets (Sampson and Gregory), played by two more people from our class, enter as they discuss about how they show no mercy towards the Montagues because of the so called 'Ancient Grudge' passed through the generations about the sworn hatred between Capulets and Montagues, their burning desire to hang them all, to slaughter them with their own hands and swords. They ended their conversation between each other when they spot those of the enemy household.
"Draw thy tool! Here comes
two of the house of the Montagues." Warns Gregory, readying his battle stance.
"My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee."Sampson replied, drawing his sword. Unfortunately, some people couldn't take that line seriously and were giggling like children in the background. (Wrongness is implied, always fun). I shushed them and beckoned for the actors to continue, who hadn't given in to laughter and kept their poker faces (that seems more of a term for Allen...).
"How! Turn thy back and run?"
"Fear me not."
"No, marry; I fear thee!"
"Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin."
"I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list."
"Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it."
Wow, I'd never really appreciated it before but, these guys are really great actors, no wonder they took drama as an option. Next, two Montagues are introduced: Abraham and Balthazar, again, played by other students, but just as equally a good an actor as the introduced Capulets, and they were pretty darn amazing.
The first of them notices Sampson's rude jester towards them. (That's just what it was like in those days, biting your thumb at someone was considered very rude.) I'm sure that if Allen was Shakespearian, he would be very picky about it. Speaking of that, he does always seem like he's from an olden era...about the 19th century if I had to venture a guess... (Remember this reference?)
ABRAHAM
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Translation: Sorry, but did you just, like, insult me?
He moves closer to confront his enemy.
SAMPSON
"I do bite my thumb, sir." Translation: Yeah I did, what you gonna do about it?
He also steps forward, welcoming the challenge, eager just to get into a brawl of artificial rage.
BALTHAZAR
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Translation: No, really, you wanna fight me?
Sampson whispers to Gregory: "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?" Translation: Would the law be nice with us if I say yes?
"No." Gregory replied. (That one should be obvious to translate.)
SAMPSON
"No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir." Translation: No, not at you.
GREGORY
"Do you quarrel, sir?" Looking for a fight?
ABRAHAM
Quarrel sir! No, sir." Fight? No. (Yeah right, that's exactly their intention)
SAMPSON
"If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you." If you want to fight I will gladly fight you back, I serve my lord as well as you do.
ABRAHAM
"No better." Wait, don't you mean you serve your lord better than me?
SAMPSON
"Well, sir."
GREGORY
"Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen." Go on, say you serve your lord better than me.
SAMPSON
"Yes, better, sir." Yeah, I do serve my lord better.
ABRAHAM
"You lie." Liar.
SAMPSON
"Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow". Fight if you're a man.
Lunging at each other, they brawled furiously. However, because they were uing swords instead of guns (like in modern time) it made their battle more repectful, as they would have been right in the face of who they were fighting, being able to see their expressions in full detail unlike with far away weapons where you feel less guilt as you don't have to look at them. This is like us when we're at the Black Order defeating Akuma, ones like Kanda, Lavi, Allen and myself all have to see the face of the Akuma, but Allen most of all as he is able to see the soul of them. Snap out of it Lenalee! Relating every little thing back to something a long time ago isn't exactly helpful. Just focus on what's happening now.
Interrupting their brawl, Benvolio, the peace maker, spoke.
"Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do."
"Beats down their swords"
Enter Kanda Y- erm...just Kanda (Surname used to avoid any possible deaths/serious injuries).
I could see Allen flinch slightly in the corner of my eye (but aren't eyes ovals? I believe they don't have corners?),recalling what had happened in that incident. But what had really surprised me however was that Kanda just up and left after he started throwing out death threats to Lavi. This morning I saw Allen being surrounded by nosy girls who just want the gossip (I can't stand them because they don't think about the victim, no scratch that, they never think about the victim) just so they can have some sort of conversation with someone without giving a second thought about who that'll affect the ones involved.
Returned to the play (I'm getting side-tracked and not paying attention to the actors who are giving it there all and have spent so much time memorizing their lines), Kanda begins to extend the scene.
He bellows:
"What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death." Even though his 'l's turned into 'r's, that only made it more amazingly spoken as his Japanese accent as that brought a different feel to the play, but in a good way. There was a good reason why I made Kanda play as Tybalt, and that's because I thought he would play as him well because they are both aggressive characters, and, Kanda has Mugen with him at all times which is great since they used swords at that time (even if of a different kind). Wait, what am I saying? He had seriously injured Allen and was attempting to kill Lavi; I can't let him off the hook so easily. So, back on track, the 'peace maker' returns to oppose him.
BENVOLIO
"I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
or manage it to part these men with me."
TYBALT
"What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!"
I knew there would be a problem with this fight scene as you know, (Start Sarcasm) a violent, aggressive teenager with anger problems (in having a short temper and gets easily provoked as there are so many things he can get teased about) carrying around a samurai sword at all times is perfectly safe for those around said teenager, yeah, perfectly safe (End Sarcasm). Well, I can say I was realistic, but a bit over-enthusiastic and nearly involving death (in real life). So, we concluded in having to confiscate Mugen for when he was acting, that included the performance. Of course, that took a lot of negotiating as he had grown attached to his 'precious' sword. Although, upon hearing that, I didn't want to separate them as Kanda had trouble opening up to people and had never seemed to want to be close to anybody (But, I had sensed something about him an Allen about half a year ago...nevertheless, currently, he didn't have anybody he would talk to without any sort of vulgar attitude towards them.), and had so many dislikes that there are too many to list. I haven't felt this guilty...
Not this again, trailing on and on about Kanda, sure, he's my friend and had helped me through the bad times when I was taken to the Black Order against my will and separated from...Komui-nii-san...
Separation from someone (or something) precious...maybe that's what Kanda's like when it comes to Mugen...when one stops to think about it...it is the same...its even worse when the other person who is driving you apart with that someone (or thing) doesn't understand the pain you feel from going different ways...
No, I can't get too sympathetic about him, he had a murder in mind for one, if not two, of my friends, not just one of his little temper things (like the time he sent his Hell Insects on us on a mission.), but actually wanting to send them to the non-living.
Anyway, we ended practise there while Kanda calmed down and sent 'Benvolio' (I forgot his actual name, he's always so quiet so I never got his name) to the infirmary. Upon seeing a chance to get away from Kanda (for out of his natural kindness) Allen offered to go with said injured person, meaning a certain red-head would probably follow him if my hunch is correct.
"Wait for me, Allen." There we go, just like I thought. Perfect (If I could portrait my cunning, evil laughter through writing, I would, because words just won't cut it.). Well, I might as well start on what I had in mind; first, I'll have to talk with everyone else to see if they'll agree with me (I'll have to ask 'Benvolio' later)...
*Meanwhile, with our favourite couple*(C'mon, its only true if you're still reading to this chapter)
"Don't worry, just leave him to me, he'll be alright in my care."
"Thanks Nurse." Said our little Moyashi (Brick'd) as he walked out of the infirmary for his face to be greeted by a familiar chest why must he be taller than me? He thought as he rebounded away, but was then pulled towards said body part again (This is turning into a routine...) so tight that he knew that he'd have to try and pull away before he turned blue, but save that for later, he was enjoying it. However, there was something a little awkward this time.
"Hey, beansprout!" He teased; however, the reaction wasn't what he expected.
"..." Unusually, Allen made no attempt to correct his name. That set Lavi to worry because for Allen it was normally a natural reaction.
"Hey..."Lavi loosened his grip so he could look at the face of his lover. An uneasy expression crossed said albino's face, why however, was what he was hoping to find out. "あなたは大丈夫ですか？"(Anata wa Daijoubu desu ka?) Are you alright? He whispered.
Allen knew about this, Lavi would talk in a different language when he wanted to keep something private, or when they were talking about something that they wanted to keep to themselves, it would usually be in japans as they both loved this particular language and they were both fluent speakers of it because of Lavi being a Bookman and Allen living in Japan for a year with Cross. Upon picking up on this unspoken hint, Allen replied:
"私はちょうどあなたが遊びにリナリーにキスをしなければならない厄介な感じ" (watashi wa anatano pafomansu wo eru tameni Lenalee ni kisu woshinakerebanaranai kao woshimasen). I don't like the fact that you have to kiss Lenalee for the performance. He answered, looking away from a single green eye that his own two silver ones didn't want to use the light above them to reflect at.
"そうそう...その..." (Sou sou…..sono…) Oh yeah….that…. He led Allen as they swung slowly side to side in their embrace, twirling in a circle as they did. "それだけで演技している。あなたは正しい、それを知っている？" (Soredakede engi shiteiru. anataha tadashi i, sorewo shitte iru?) It's only acting. You know that, right? He looks down at him with the very eye that said person didn't want to see. But upon processing what Lavi had said (after translating), he accepted it.
"うん。私は理解して" (Un. Watashi ha rikai shite) Yeah. I understand. (If there are any mistakes please let me know, because Google Translate sucks :/)
"だから、あなたはそれでいいのですか？" (Dakara, anatawa soredeiino desuka?) So, you're okay with this?
"うん" (Un) Yeah. He nodded to support his single word response, avoiding eye contact. However, his attempts rendered useless as a hand, which emitted an all too usual temperature which Allen's body had experienced many times, lifted his chin, that in turn forced his eyes to look dead into the eye of the one of whose heat belonged to. A small heart pounded as Lavi purposely made their faces only centimetres apart so his next message was crystal clear:
"Allen, if there was anyone I would willingly let kiss me, it would be you, and I'm only doing this because I have to." Forget Japanese, he needs this to be told to him straight, who cares if anyone overhears? He thought.
Said heart skipped a beat.
Does….he really mean that?
"And if I didn't mean it, I wouldn't of said it so that anyone nearby would know what I was saying."
I'm that easy to read, huh? He answered my question before I even asked it, and I'm supposed to have a good poker face.
"You need proof of that?"
"Wha-"And prove his point he did indeed. Since this had happened many times, Lavi knew all of Allen's sensitive spots in his cavern that made him moans vibrate from the back of his throat from his voice box which was always amusement to him as Allen's voice tickled at his tongue. He didn't want to drag on too long as Allen would probably come to his senses and say-
"Lavi, we're at school!" Dang it and he couldn't convince him with cheesy lines either, they don't work on him.
"Sorry, but you wouldn't believe if I didn't show you." Allen couldn't argue, he had doubted him.
"Fair enough."
!
"Well, shall we head back to our home sweet homes?" Lavi offered.
"Let's" So with that, they both headed to their houses, which were close to each other so that they would part ways when they were literally outside their destination, prolonging their journey that they walked together.
However, they had no idea about the shocks of the next morning that was to come.
*Back to the drama class*
"Lenalee, that's an amazing idea" But, will Allen be alright with that?"
"Sure, I'll teach him all the lines he needs."
"That's not what we're on about."
"Trust me, he'll understand" (And he'll thanks me….that's if I tell him…but that's not what I'm looking for ere, I'm just hoping to not get in the way of their relationship, 'cause I'm sure there are many others who will.)
"Alright, fair do's."
"Will the costume fit?"
"If it fits me, there's no doubt."
"Okay."
"So, everyone who agrees, say 'aye'"
"Aye!" Replied every voice who contributed, except one who just said, after everyone else,
"Tch"
Author's note: So, what do you think? Is it alright? I'm starting the next chapter as I already have a great idea of how to start it. Thanks for those who has reviewed and favourite, I'm really glad: D
P.S, I've noticed that I make a lot of references to many things, it's almost like I'm playing 'Guess the Reference' or something, heh lol.