Title: Don't Cry For Me

Author: fotoshop-cutout // Shiro

Fandom: D. Gray-Man

Characters/Pairings: Lavi/Allen, Lenalee, Komui, Hevlaska.

Rating: PG-15 character death.

Word Count: 661

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.

Summary: Allen is dying.

Notes/Warnings: un-betaed; the ninth in a series of 104 themes. "Death" is today's theme. CHARACTER DEATH AHEAD! Thanks for all your support, everyone!

Allen's hand went to his stomach, spine curling as he vomited. He dropped to his knees. Instantly there was a pair of legs in his peripheral vision and a hand on his back. Allen gulped in a breath, the stars from his eyes clearing. Finally he heard Lenalee's voice.

"Allen? Allen! Are you okay?" She turned as someone else walked up. "He's not responding. We need to get him to Hevlaska."

Allen tried to lift his head, but it felt like a heavy lead weight. Everything was heavy, he couldn't manage to speak: his throat was dry. No matter how much he swallowed it just wouldn't work the way he wanted it to. It felt so hot. The room shifted as someone picked him up. He tiredly looked to the side, seeing a head of red hair and a concerned green eye looking back at him.

It was then that the pain started. It radiated from his left fingertips into the left arm. He groaned, his head falling back when everything only started to get more painful and hotter.

"He's flushed, how fast does this elevator go?" The voice was from Lavi, it was so close: so loud. Lenalee answered him, but her voice was faded, far away. It was a relief to his ears. Blood pounded, the pain traveled up past his elbow. The elevator ground to a halt, the world shifted again. Then Allen felt a tingling cold running across his body, he realized Hevlaska was relaying information to the two exorcists and one scientist—when did Komui join them?

"It appears that he's dying." Allen couldn't react. He had to stay calm. He wasn't dying—he wasn't. Lenalee cried out in anguish, Komui remained calm.

"How can he be dying? He's only seventeen."

"That must be the end of his life as a parasitic-type. I'm sorry."

Allen was sure it was a mistake, but the cool tingling went away and once again he was released into the heat. Arms, there were two of them.

"W-When?" Lavi's voice, though it was louder, closer; was shaky, uncertain. Allen wished he could comfort his friends. He was fine. Hevlaska was just pulling their leg. Pain shot up to his shoulder. Allen's head fell to Lavi's chest, another groan escaping his lips.

"When it reaches his heart. Less than ten minutes, probably."

Lenalee sobbed, Komui placed his hand on her shoulder. Lavi tightened his grip on Allen. For a few minutes everything was quiet. The information sunk in and Lenalee stepped forward, putting her hand on his cheek. She spoke his name softly. He never thought he would go like this. He always thought it would be in the midst of battle: that he would go with a flash and bang. Apparently that wasn't to be the case. This was really too soon. But would he see Mana? The world shifted again, Lavi was lowering him down. Allen's head lay on the boy's lap. Lavi's fingers worked through his white hair.

"Don't worry, Allen. We're here for you." Something wet splashed on his cheek. A hot tear from Lavi's green eye. Lenalee sat beside him, hand now grasping his own. Something about the fact that Lavi was crying for him hurt his heart. Or maybe that was the end of the line for him. His breath came out in pants, his limbs completely limp, face flushed.

"Allen!" Lavi bent over him, arms encircling him, face pressed next to his. Everything lightened. He never felt better. A smile reached his lips. He knew he was dying now. While he had the time he squeezed Lenalee's hand, his left lifting to wipe the tears from Lavi's face.

"Don't cry for me." This only served to drag a sob from the redhead, Lenalee gripping his hand as hard as she could. He tangled his fingers in the red hair in front of him with his last strength, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow's Theme: "Opportunities"