(A/N): Written in 15 minutes. Partly to let you all know I'm not dead. But mostly for fun. I'm still working on Beauty and the Beast. It's just taking me longer than I expected because I keep changing how I want it to end. I'm rather unsatisfied with it, so I won't post it until it's perfect.
(A/N) 2: A short one-shot dedicated to Allen, Lavi, Kanda, and Lenalee.
How often the Order forgets that though they were apostles of God, they were also children. And along with that encumbrance, they were also cursed.
Such innocence stolen from such young ages. The irony was a true concoction of calamity and farce, worthy of praise even.
"We're all cursed, aren't we?" Lenalee's sudden question, though barely above a whisper, was rather deafening in manner.
And Komui could not meet her eyes.
Allen had a cursed eye. He saw the vile suffering that turned humans into tools of the devil. Every pain and anguish that the Earl relished in, Allen witnessed the transformation from black and white to horrifying gray. He saw it clearer than anyone else did - he saw how the wants of a personified evil often paralled those of humans. He saw how akumas were made.
Kanda was cursed to prolong his road to death. He had a devastatingly magnificent give-and-take relationship with time. When others around him died, he lived on, healing fast. But every occasion he was mended - physically, mentally, emotionally - time decided to nip away his lifespan by a margin. Who would have thought a single flower could be his worst enemy in life, and yet his best friend on the battlefield.
Lavi was cursed with an overwhelming memory and no heart to care about it. Everything he saw, everything he heard, everything he acknowledged…he remembered. Wars, lost loves, broken psyches. He took note of every wrinkle, converting names and faces and souls into nothing more but ink on paper. And he could never forget. Even if he wanted to. Which he more often than not did.
And Lenalee was cursed to watch the men in her life suffer, not being able to do a single thing to relieve them of their burdens.
Komui heaved a sigh. "God has a terrible sense of humor."
Lenalee's laughter was pure, and it spilled all the contents of her agony and tears from her corkscrewed heart.
(A/N): Thanks for reading!