Title: Making History
Author: fotoshop-cutout // Shiro
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Lavi/Allen, Bookman, Kanda, Komui, Reever, Lenalee.
Rating: PG-15 for boy kissing/implied sex.
Word Count: 1,091
Summary: As Bookman opened the door he came to realize a few things.
Notes/Warnings: un-betaed; the third in a series of 104 themes. "Making History" is today's theme. Thank you to DracoAries, ritachi, Aion Laven Walker, MegumiDarkAurora, NellaxIval, WrathofMugen, and Bluebell Ren for the wonderful reviews!
Lavi was good with history. Everything about it intrigued him. He studied and studied, there was no debating that the boy worked hard to get to where he was. He became fluent in several different languages as well as body language in different cultures. He learned how to act out of his character and begin forming new behavioral patterns at the drop of a hat. He knew all the rules of the Bookman Clan. Lavi really was the pride of the Bookmen. None of this moved Lavi, though. Nothing he had done so far had changed how he thought of life. Lavi did not look at the present as anything to mark down for the future. None of it mattered. The details were never deep enough for him. He had to get involved, and no less, with the emotions of others.
It was chance that Bookman figured this out: by Allen Walker "the boy who would destroy time" supposedly dying. Bookman had expected death to affect the others around him: but he thought that Lavi had seen it enough. He had thought that nothing could affect the redhead anymore. Lenalee Lee had been affected deeply. Maybe that was what threw off the younger historian. Perhaps he was in love with her. Bookman reminded Lavi not to have a heart. Lenalee almost gave up her life: Lavi was detached. This stumped Bookman. It wasn't until Christmas Eve, when Bookman was trying to find his missing student that he found out what was going on.
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Bookman had searched everywhere for the redhead, but so far had been unsuccessful in dragging him back to work in the library. And so he found himself in Komui's office, asking the man if he had seen the apprentice. Komui shook his head, taking a sip from his coffee cup, and turned to Reever. Reever shrugged, turning to Lenalee. She smiled and said that she had seen him with Kanda and Allen in the cafeteria. Bookman frowned, but followed that lead.
He arrived in the cafeteria to find Kanda eating alone. Since that was the only lead he had, he walked over to the young samurai. Upon standing there for only a moment, Kanda offered him the information without even inclining his head.
"He went off somewhere with Allen." After a pause he spoke again, "Most likely somewhere private."
Bookman didn't question the young man, but just raised his eyebrows. As he turned away he tried to think of where Lavi would bring Allen to be in 'private'. That ruled out any of the common rooms. Either they were in Lavi's room, or Mr. Walker's. He pursued this new lead and went in the direction of the personal rooms. He did not think anything unusual of the two being alone together: after all it was known that Allen and Lavi plotted against Kanda at regular intervals, so it was likely that they were scheming their next prank against the samurai.
As he approached Lavi's room he quickly realized that they were not there. It was the way it was quiet in the corridor that alerted him to this, and so he turned on his heel and started toward young Mr. Walker's room. On the way there he thought of how he would just enter the room and drag the redhead apprentice to the library. After all, Lavi really needed to review some lessons. Bookman was busy enough thinking that he noticed the silence near Mr. Walker's room, but wasn't fully aware of how eerie the silence was. He proceeded on, standing outside the door to Mr. Walker's room.
Beyond the door there was a thud and a groan, Bookman twisted the door handle and stepped forward. As Bookman opened the door he came to realize a few things. First, one should always knock before entering someone else's private room; second, he really didn't know Lavi as much as he thought he did; and the third thing Bookman realized was that Allen Walker had utterly stolen his apprentice.
Allen was being pressed against the wall, hair tied back and shirt missing; Lavi had the other boy's right arm pinned to the wall at the wrist with his own hand. Also shirtless, Lavi was pressed into the white-haired exorcist, mouth on the younger boy's neck as a moan slipped past Allen's lips. Neither had their eyes open, neither noticed the man as he took in the scene, then moved to step back and give the two their privacy. Shutting the door behind him, Bookman pondered what he should say to Lavi. Obviously he had to mention it, as it was against the Bookman Clan to do something such as this.
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In the room Allen opened his eyes slightly, seeing the Bookman enter. But Lavi's tongue against his neck was just too good to stop. He curled the fingers of his left hand into Lavi's red hair, closing his eyes once more. He moaned and arched his back, pressing into the other boy. As the door closed again Lavi brought his mouth up to hover over the skin of his cheek.
"Panda-jiijii, was it?" The warm, thick voice caused Allen to shudder beneath the redhead. He barely nodded and Lavi pushed their hips together, a strangled sound escaping the younger boy. Lavi grinned and nuzzled Allen's neck. "Let's get back to what we were doing, shall we?" With that, he returned to his lover's neck, working his way down to Allen's chest, his free hand starting to undo the boy's pants.
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It was later when Bookman finally caught up with Lavi that the question begged to be asked. Lavi was resuming his studies in the library under his watchful eye when he decided it was time. He approached the boy who was slumped in his chair and writing his work out, then aimed the book at his head. Thwap!
"What do you think you're doing with that boy?" Bookman's voice was monotone, but the threat was still there. Lavi cringed, but chose to mumble his answer anyway. Thwap! The book struck him again.
"What did you say?" This time being hit irritated the redhead. He glared over his shoulder at his mentor.
"I said I was making history." After a moment of silence, Lavi turned back to his work. Bookman was stunned. Lavi took an interest in the present? He recognized when something was worth making note of? Bookman stared at the boy for a moment, then reached out and ruffled his hair. Worthy of the Bookman title, this one was.
Tomorrow's Theme: "Rivalry"