Chapter 16- Death of a Friend- Lenalee P.O.V
"Put me down!" I yelled at Daisya.
"No can do," He said. "You're hurt, therefore you should not exert yourself."
I groaned. I had been attacked by a giant group of akuma earlier while coming back from the town near the Order. Daisya and Suman had come right at that moment, and had helped me defeat them. I was the one that escaped with most of the scratches.
The akuma virus had seeped into my body, but Suman had saved me using his innocence. I'm still don't understand how he had saved me, but I was glad.
Since the head nurse had released me from the infirmary, Daisya had been carrying like a price carries a princess. The thought made me blush.
"You're over-exerting yourself somehow," Daisya said. "Your face is all red. I believe that it's from all the thinking you do. You're hurting yourself by thinking, Boo! Stop that; stop thinking all together, its bad for your health.
"Shut up," I said. I put my head on his chest, and listened to his steady heartbeat. I smiled as he started humming.
"Why don't you ever sing in front of anyone else?" I asked.
"Because I can't sing," He replied. "I only sing in front of you when you're upset. It helps you fall asleep."
"I fall asleep because you're good," I said. I looked up at him. He was slightly smiling.
"Will you put me down now?"
"No."
I rolled my eyes, but smiled to myself. I loved Daisya, but I knew that he only thought of me as a sister. Still, only being a part of his family was better than him hating me.
My brother's voice erupted from the speakers on both Daisya and my golems. "All staff and exorcists are to make there way to the main hall. That is all."
Daisya finally placed me on my feet. He offered his hand, and I took it. "Let's go see what your psycho brother has to say."
I smiled, but it dropped when Daisya turned around and started walking. Komui had sounded upset. Why? What would make him so sad?
Daisya and I let go of each other's hands as we filed into the main hall with everyone else. We were making our way towards the other exorcists when I caught sight of the coffins. There were ten of them; big, wooden boxes that were covered by cloths with the Order's rose painted on it. I hated seeing them, but my heart leapt as I laid my eyes on one that was decorated a little more. An exorcist had died.
Daisya squeezed my hand. I looked at him. He was upset. "Let's get this over with."
We hurried over to the other exorcists. I did a mental check list of who was with me. That's when I realized that five of them were on missions.
My brother and Inspector Leverrier were standing by the coffins. My brother cleared his throat. "As you can see, we are not gathered here for a good reason. Yesterday, a group of finders was attacked by some akuma. Nine of them died before the exorcists made it. We also lost an exorcist. She fell off a cliff, and we have not been able to retrieve her body. Squad leader Rever will now read the list of deceased."
Rever stepped up, a clipboard in his hand. He started reading the names off. I didn't know any of the finders, but I felt my heart sink as he read off the name of the exorcist. "Arisa Lane."
I felt myself shaking. Daisya looked as shocked as I felt. Marie placed a hand on both of our shoulders. It didn't stop me from shaking.
"As usual," Komui said. "We will give you time to say your final farewells to them. However, you only get ten minutes."
Marie led Daisya and me to the decorated coffin. We both fell to our knees in front of it.
Tears were falling down my cheeks. I didn't know what to say. Luckily, Daisya did. He placed his hands on the coffin. "Sizin dinlenme yeri, sevgili arkadaşım bulun. Sen birçok kişi tarafından cevapsız olacaktır, ve hatta ahirette, seni sevdim edilecektir. "
Even though I didn't speak Turkish, I knew what he had said- he said it every time someone he knew died. It translated into, "Find your resting place, my dear friend. You shall be missed by many, and even in the afterlife, you will be loved."
I started to cry even harder. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off. I didn't if Leverrier were to hit me I wasn't going to move. I had just lost my sister, and I wasn't about to watch her coffin burn.
"Ms. Lenalee," The head nurse said. "Its time."
"I don't care," I muttered.
"We have had an unfortunate incident," I heard Leverrier say. I looked at the upper level, and I saw a boy with red hair and an eye patch staring at me. I smiled slightly, trying to tell him that everything was fine. I could tell that he didn't believe me.
"Lavi!" An old man snapped. The boy looked at him and Leverrier who had stopped walking. "Come on," The old man said.
The boy looked back at me, and then followed the old man.
I finally allowed the head nurse and Daisya to drag me away; but I didn't hang around to watch the coffins burn. I just kept walking, not even sure as to where I was going.
When I finally stopped, I realized that I was on the roof. I sat down, and started to cry again. I allowed my mind to wonder, not caring where it took me, but wanting it to keep showing me Arisa.
I saw her laughing, chasing Daisya, and trying to teach us how to slow dance with no avail. I thought about everything we did, every laugh we shared, and every tear we had shed together.
"I don't want to believe that she's gone," Daisya said, sitting down next to me.
"How could she have fallen?" I asked.
"There are many ways she could have fallen," Daisya said. "She was graceful, but even she fell sometimes."
"Still, you think that she would have more careful," I said. I tried to wipe my tears away, but they just kept coming
Daisya wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me in close. "Don't give him the satisfaction of turning her into an akuma," He whispered.
"I won't," I said. "I won't hurt Arisa like that."
"Good," He said. He kissed my head, and started to hum.
Without even thinking, I rested my head on his lap. She started singing softly while running his figures through my hair. His voice was low, carrying a slow tune that he always sang to me. The song was a Turkish lullaby.
I closed my eyes, listening to him sing with his sweet voice. I found comfort in the way he slowly raked his fingers through my hair. The action and the melody whisked me off into a restless sleep.