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-D.Gray-Man
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Chapter 4: The Pieces That Fall Off
Day 4
Tyki liked to watch things break. He liked to imagine that feelings that were coursing through their bodies as their minds blanked and their limbs shattered. He liked to imagine the grief their loved felt when their bodies were found decaying and broken. Tyki also liked the sound of death. The screams that emitted from their throats as they fell to the ground or the sound as their bones finally cracked under pressure. Those sounds would vibrate through Tyki's body and circle around his head, ring in his ears and he would love every minute and every sound and every sight as death crept up on the person he was killing.
Tyki liked it best when he was the one doing the killing. The fear in their eyes couldn't be replicated, the sound of their hoarse screams could not be made by another, their bodies broken and dying could not be captured on film and the pleasure Tyki received from this could never be felt by another.
Tyki wanted this pleasure to be repeated in his body again. He had been with out it for too long, far too long. He needed something new to break, this though, it would be different. This person he had set his sights on would break in a different way. Tyki had decided when he came back, that he would try a new form breaking. This breaking would never heal, this breaking would never be forgotten and this breaking would give Tyki the pleasure he really needed.
His first target was Lavi.
"Um," Lavi prodded the shoulder of a random pedestrian. "Excuse me?" The person just gave Lavi a glare and then continued to walk off in the opposite direction he was heading before and Lavi sighed in defeat.
Lavi had been at this for hours. He was looking for a house that was said to be haunted after a massacre that accord there in the early 1500s. Sounds easy enough, find the house, walk around the house, defeat some Akuma and then take the innocence that was bound to be in there…there was only one problem. Lavi couldn't find the house and the people in this certain town were very, very unfriendly to outsiders.
"Bug off!" That was the tenth person to insulate, curse or yell at Lavi that day and it wasn't even twelve in the afternoon yet. Lavi sighed again and just collapsed on a nearby bench in a pile of limbs; the person who was sitting on the other side of the bench coughed, threw a look Lavi's way, and then left the bench. Lavi closed his eyes and sunk deeper onto the rusting, faded, green bench.
Lavi then started to yell at himself for his stupidity. When Lavi had got off the train the conductor asked him if he wanted a map of the area, because Lavi was new to the town. Lavi politely declined saying that he would just ask the people in the town…oh Lavi was regretting this statement now.
Stupid! Stupid! Stup-
"Sir?"
Lavi looked up to the voice; his enter rant fading into the back of his mind. He came face to face with a woman who was in her early thirties; her long brown hair was tied back in a loose clip and he eyes were a deep green that were kind and wise. She wore a silk, blue dress that fell to her knees in graceful waves; she stood slightly bent at the waste and was looking down at Lavi while one hand held a piece of stray hair out of her face.
She's…beautiful
Lavi was at a loss for words.
"Weren't you looking for something?" her voice was light and seemed to dance in the air. Lavi, not being able to speak, only nodded his head in approval while his mouth hung slightly open. Lenalee's face popped into his mind and a smile instantly played at his lips.
"Yes," Lavi smiled back at the woman. "I was looking for the "haunted" house." Lavi used air quotations around the word "haunted."
The woman's face darkened, though not many would be able to notice, Lavi Bookman, noticed and wanted to know why. "Why are you looking for the House On The Hill and where did you hear about it?"
Lavi kept his smile up, faking innocence. "It was rumored around the train ride here and I was hoping someone would know where it was, but it seems that not all the people here are nice…or sociable…or helping for that matter."
The woman looked down then took up the seat next Lavi on the bench, her head was lowered down so Lavi couldn't see her face. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, when she started to speak again. "My little brother, Kevin, went wandering into the House On The Hill with his friends a couple years back. He and his friends thought it would be fun to stay a night in the House then brag about it to his school mates," the woman paused, a small laugh passed her lips almost bordering on insane.
"Kevin left our house around five, when the sun started to set, with his friends. He packed to stay overnight with a sleeping bag and a toothbrush, though I knew he would not brush his teeth, he never did. The next morning I waited on the front porch for him because I needed his help to carry the bags when I go shopping in the market, so I waited," the woman looked up to Lavi with watery eyes, her voice cracking. "He, Kevin, he, never came back. I waited all day, hoping that he just decided to stay longer or he just got lost. I ended up waiting three days. The cops finally came and told me that all they found in the House was a sleeping bag and…and a toothbrush that was unused."
The woman broke down in tears. Lavi wrapped an arm around the older woman and let her cry on his shoulder. His mind was racing, It could have been Akuma, but they would have found ashes. It couldn't have been Noah; they would have still been dead… Lavi wanted to help this poor woman, he felt a need to bring her comfort, seeing her cry hurt him somewhere and Lavi didn't know why.
"What if I look?" Lavi's voice made the woman lift her head up from his shoulder. Her red puffy eyes looked incredulously at him, but there was a spark of hope behind the disbelief and the sadness.
"You…look?" The woman repeated the words as if not comprehending their meaning. Lavi smiled and lifted a hand to her face and wiped away the stray tear that fell down her cheek, his smile growing fond from memories of his child hood filtered into his brain.
"Yeah, if you show me where this house is, then I will look for your brother Kevin, maybe I can find him for you?" The woman's lit up and she sat up right on the bench, her eyes still slightly puffy.
"Really, you would do that for me?" She grabbed Lavi's hand between her two others and smiled brightly, but the smile dropped. "What about you though? What if you don't come back, what if you leave to, what if…?" Lavi shushed her when he noticed she was about to start crying again.
"Don't worry," he placed his other hand on top of hers and squeezed. "I'm an exorcist, I'll be fine."
Bloody foot prints littered the white snow; it's deep red color, contrasting horribly with the pale, white snow.
The foot prints were uneven.
The left foot print was dragged, leaving a trail in the snow, while the right was slightly turned out towards the right, trying to balance the person the legs were carrying. The person had his left hand holding the broken left leg and his limped through the snow. His dark eyes were covered over in pain, but looked straight ahead, nothing but the destination in his sights, that's all he saw at the point.
His long, dark hair fell passed his shoulders, clinking to his back, because of the damp snow that fell continuously on him. A sword holster clanked against his right hip when he limped through the snow. Each time it hit his hip, the man would cringe. Not because it hurt him, no, his body had gone numb from the pain and the cold awhile ago, nothing hurt him now, the cringe was not cause by pain, but by regret. Regret that the man could have done something more and every time the holster made it presence known, but hitting his hip, the thoughts for hours before would reach into his head.
The holster was empty.
And Kanda knew, somewhere, Allen was dying.
Tyki sat in the middle of a dark room. The light was from a broken window where the last rays of the sun filtered in from the clouds as it sank behind the mountains. The rest of the room reflected the windows' outcome. It was filled with cobwebs, rat skittered across the floor and the walls were cracking along with the paint that used to be any color besides what it was now and that would be a dusty brown.
The chair Tyki sat in was not broken, far from it. The chair was made of cherry wood and lined in red velvet, like the king's chairs in the paintings form the olden days. The chair had a high back and was in pristine condition, it stood out like a sore thumb in the dirty old room. Tyki sat in this chair, legs thrown over the arms of the chair in a clumsy way and his head draggling form the opposite are of the chair.
He was smiling manically.
A creaking sound echoed through the mansion and reached the room Tyki was in.
Ah, someone's at the door.
The last rays on the sun died out and the House On The Hill never looked more menacing; the smiling face on the top floor of the mansion that over looked the lonely hill it sat on was not helping the matter in the least.
Tyki found his victim.
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