~Nothing gold can stay~
A/N: Well......err, I have no idea what's wrong with me...I'm so freaking losing inspiration for this fic...and yeah...I'm sad. I can't do this righ ;___;
Chapter three: Gluttony
"Lavi!" a short, white-haired boy called out, a smile on his face. In his arms were mountainous piles of food. People walking by in the cafeteria stared at it, wondering how Allen was able to stuff himself with so much food in one meal.
Red-haired and aloof as usual, Lavi grinned, "hey, Allen," bending over slightly to speak to his friend (due to their height differences), "ne, how do you manage to eat all of that?"
Pouting, Allen huffed, "Don't blame me! It comes from being a parasitic type, y'know…" Setting down the dishes on a random table, he clasped his hands together, grabbing the nearest platter of food.
"Honestly, Allen, you're such a glutton…" Lavi laughed as he took a seat beside Allen, watching the younger boy eat ravenously, even though it'd been merely a couple hours since they last ate.
It'd been about three days since he'd gone. Three. I counted. I was able to keep count, even in the seclusion of my room. Everyone'd give me these pitiful looks whenever I walked down the hallway, but they didn't even know half of it. It started to piss me off after a while, and it made me do…stupid things.
I tilted my head back until it touched the wall, and I sighed deeply. Lenalee probably hated me now.
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I sat at the cafeteria table, picking at my spaghetti, watching the sauce-covered meatball roll around slowly. When I stabbed it with my fork and put it into my mouth, I grimaced, chewing it quickly and forcing it down my throat. Everything tasted bad, now. Even the things I used to like just tasted like wet rubber in my mouth.
Gulping down the whole cup of water, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, I realized that it was Kanda and Lenalee. "Oh, it's you two," I said dully.
"Che. I told you he'd react like this," said Kanda scornfully, trying to sit as far away from me as possible, evidently annoyed at me. Well, he's the one that yelled at me the other day, anyway…Things have become a little complicated between me and him.
Lenalee brushed a strand of hair from her face, sitting down beside me. Her eyes were still slightly red, though compared with how she was a couple days before, she was definitely better. "Lavi…I know that we all feel…This is difficult to cope with." Her words practically dripped with pity, and my fists clenched around my fork.
"It's okay, Lenalee," I said, voice strained in order to keep the anger out of it.
"No, really, Lavi," she said, her eyes pleading, "we're all hurt by this, and-" I'd reached my limit.
"Will you quit your jabbering?" I growled, blood rushing to my head. "Don't you ever shut up? Maybe this is your way of comforting people, by annoying them, but sure as hell it's not working with me! You have no fucking idea what I had to deal with, so don't start yapping away like you do!"
Everyone in the cafeteria was now staring at us. Sniffing, Lenalee's soft brown eyes widened in dismay, shimmering with tears. She bit her lower lip, which was starting to tremble terribly. Kanda stood up, slamming his hands down onto the table. "You fucking idiot! Apologize to her right now!" the Japanese Exorcist yelled.
There was a whole load of things I wanted to throw back at him, but I held it back and got out of my seat, striding towards the exit of the cafeteria, not bothering to look back at the astounded eyes that followed me all the way out.
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I sighed again, shutting my eyes, wanting everything to go away. I wanted this horrible pain to go away. The pain of not being able to save Allen when he needed it most, the pain of hurting my own friend, and the pain of not being able to cope. A knock came at the door, and I didn't bother saying anything. I knew that it was Gramps standing outside, so he'd come in no matter what I said.
Door creaking open, since it wasn't locked, Gramps walked in, face grim and serious as usual. "Lavi," he said in his rough voice, "you should go apologize to Lenalee."
Looking away stubbornly, I crossed my arms, "why should I?"
The instant those words left my lips, I felt a painful blow to the side of my head, landing on my back, spread-eagled, with Gramps looking over me. "You will apologize to her, and that's final." I didn't say anything. He actually seemed serious with this…Well, he's usually serious…
A sigh. "Lavi," I looked at the old man, "I told you not to get attached. Bookmen need no hearts, and love itself is merely a distraction. We don't need it," he said sternly, but his eyes were somewhat soft and more gentle than usual.
"I know, I know, Gramps," I said irritably, waving my hand offhandedly.
"No, you don't," he swished his robes, arms behind his back. "You've grown attached to Allen Walker, and now you have paid the price for it. You were not strong enough to protect him, is that what you think?"
Those last words hit me like a slap in the face, but I didn't retort. I didn't retaliate. I just sat there with my head hung low, unable to speak. Funnily, that Gramps made my head clear a little bit. Even though most people might've thought that was cruel, this is what I wanted people to say to me. Put the blame on me. If they put it on me, then I wouldn't have to struggle as much.
"Anyway, enough dwelling on the past…" Gramps sighed heavily, "did you know that Allen Walker's funeral is supposed to take place tomorrow?"
"What?!" I stood up abruptly. "T-tomorrow?"
"I believe I said it clearly enough," he said. "Now that you seem to be a bit more sane now, maybe you might reconsider apologizing to Lenalee or not?" And with that being said, Gramps strolled out of my room, shutting the door behind him.
I collapsed on my bed, trying to clear my head. The funeral's tomorrow…Tomorrow…I gritted my teeth together. So they were just accepting Allen's death just like that? …Just like that, huh. My eyelids started to droop, feeling heavy. I'll just take a little nap… I ignored the sore wounds all over me, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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"Ne, ne, Earl," a spiky-haired girl said playfully, sitting improperly in the large, red armchair. Her golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight menacingly. "We're going to get him, aren't we?"
Sipping his tea calmly, in his usual outfit consisting of a top hat and suit, the Earl grinned wider, if that was possible, "Rhode-chan, don't be so hasty! We're going to have to wait for the break of dawn…Then we'll strike."
"How does it work?" Tyki inquired, resting his chin in his hand elegantly, his hair pulled back into a small ponytail. Another man sat beside him, bearing similar features. "Isn't he already-"
"Patience, Tyki," said Sheryl, smiling pleasantly. "Let the Earl speak."
"Thank you, Sheryl," said Earl, "now, tomorrow, we'll get moving. Do not try to fight with the Generals. We are only retrieving something, not destroying. And to answer your question, Tyki-pet…" he turned to Tyki, whose face was slightly annoyed from that stupid nickname that the Earl had always given him, "I can create akuma, do you think this situation is any much different?"
"…No," Tyki had a slightly excited look on his face, "are we allowed to kill anyone?"
"Of course, just don't waste too much time…" Earl said, a sinister look on his face. "We'll need all the time we can get once we lay hands on Allen Walker's corpse."
A/N: IT'S CALLED ACTION, PEOPLE! ACTION!!!! God. Well, I suck at that even more than angst stories, but I decided that....uh. I won't say. That'd be boring of me~
Anyway, here's something I want to ask you people: Do you want this fic to end happily or angsty-like? It's just your opinion...put it in a review, maybe? ^-^ Despite what you peope might say, I'm still going about my original plot, so yeah.........yay me. I'm so mean. That doesn't mean that you don't have to review, though!!! :D
Kanda: You are seriously one desperate little bi-
Me: REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!