Well now... my midterms are pretty much over as is one of the most stressful weeks of my life, so, here's another chappie ^^
AN - I don't own D. gray - Man
"Hello there, how are you feeling?"
Sharp silver eyes glared at the advancing intruders, his face contorted into a mask of anger and cruelty.
"How do you think," he spat at the stupidly smiling red-head, "you locked me in here and won't tell me a damn thing! I'm hungry, I'm pissed, and I'm pretty sure that I wanna kill youfirst when I get out of here!"
"If you get out of here," a cruel voice corrected, the tall Japanese emerging from behind Lavi, Allen snarling when he recognized the scent of the man who had attacked and bound him.
"My mistake," he glowered through clenched teeth, "when I get out of here, I'm killing you first!"
"Che," the voice growled at him, the long fingers reaching to grip the handle of his sword, "just try it, I'll slice you where you stand."
"You wouldn't get even one-"
"May I remind you," the man snapped, "exactly who it is that had the upper hand in that fight?"
"And then he let me live," the creature simpered sarcastically, "what a sweetie."
"Son of a-"
"Y- Kanda," the red head cut him off, correcting himself halfway through his warning.
"Hmph," the Japanese sneered, turning from the green eye to the silver, "if it were up to me, your head would be rolling around in the alley right now but thank to this sentimental idiot," Kanda spat, jerking his thumb at Lavi, "you're here. Congratulations, your status has now been elevated from vermin to lab rat."
"Thanks for nothing," the vampire shot back, startling Lavi, "I am not going to be your experiment, I'd rather have lady-hair over there gut me."
"Careful what you wish for," a now extremely angered Kanda snarled, "I just might grant it if you call me that again."
"Oh, I'm petrified," Allen mocked, "I've never fought a vampire hunter before."
"I doubt you were bound at the time," the Japanese shot back, "unless of course, you like that sort of thing."
The silver eyes visibly froze at those words, "Fuck you."
"Not my thing-"
"Okay, that's enough warm welcomes for now," Lavi interrupted, both males looking at him with matching anger, "we should at least introduce ourselves, I'm Lavi and the charmer you've been talking too is called Kanda, it's a pleasure to meet you. What would your name be?"
"Why?"
"We need something to put on the organ donation box," Kanda told him sarcastically, causing Allen to glare at him once more.
"It's just common courtesy, isn't it?" Lavi told him, ignoring Kanda's snippy remark.
An uncomfortable silence fell between the three of them, cobalt, silver, and green eyes all looking from one to the other.
"Allen," the white-haired finally said, "my name's Allen Walker."
"Well now, Allen Walker," Lavi smiles at him, "it's very nice to meet you, given the circumstances."
"If you'd rather," Allen suggested, "you can undo the chains, and we can meet on better terms."
"He's a retard," Kanda scoffed, "but even he isn't that stupid."
"And you are?"
Lavi was pulling on the long Jacket Kanda wore, effectively holding the Japanese back from slicing the boy from tip to tail.
"Kanda-calm down, just calm-"
"Screw you Lavi," Kanda roared, "I'm killing him!"
"But for that comment-"
"It's no less than he deserves!"
"Yuu, we need him!" Lavi protested weakly
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
Laughter bubbled from the other end of the room, both looking over in surprise at the giggling vampire.
"My God," he choked out, "you two are so stupid!"
"Glad you're amused," Lavi interrupted when he stood in front of Kanda, "cause unfortunately, you'll be here a while."
The silver eyes promptly stopped laughing at the words, his eyes looking over him in confusion, "what do you mean?"
"I mean," Lavi swallowed, careful to choose his words, "I'm going to cure you."
The stunned silence that followed was as uncomfortable as the first, perhaps even more so, before Allen burst out laughing once more.
"Cure me – ha ha ha – you are just too much – ha ha – that's a riot!"
"Um yeah," Lavi murmured sheepishly, "b-but it's the truth."
"Do you know what I am?" Allen asked calming down.
"A werewolf," Kanda shot sarcastically, "no shit we know what you are, why else would the damned rabbit make so much of a fuss!"
"Then you know I can't be cured, or saved," Allen pointed out, "I wasn't bitten, I turned because of the other soul, and once he's strong enough, he'll take over and kill the entire human civilization, the end, no rolling credits, no happy ending, no knight on a white horse riding away in the sunset, just, the end."
"That's why I'm gonna-"
"The BaKanda's right, as much as it disgusts me to admit it," Allen spat, "the only way to "save" me is to kill me, but since I don't want that to happen," he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just gonna have to fight the Fourteenth off."
"Well then," Lavi clapped his hands, the black bag placed gently onto the bedside table, "now that we're in agreement-"
"I never agreed to anything!" Allen shot at him, silver eyes watching the hand retract with a needle and an empty bag, the excited man setting up other tools on the wooden table, the silver instruments lined up neatly
"Don't worry," Lavi assured, "the tests will be relatively painless, this one's probably the worst."
"I don't care," the silver eyes looked at him in disbelief, "I'm not being you're guinea pig."
"Now," the red head babbled on, oblivious to Allen's words, "first things first, curing your blood addiction."
"My what now?"
"Here we go," Kanda muttered loud enough for both the other occupants if the room to hear him.
"Blood addiction!" Lavi began excitedly, "you see, it is my theory that what you all have is simply a virus transmitted though fluids that causes an aversion to sunlight, longer canines, and increases the muscle strength. I also believe, that a side effect is simply a blood addiction, which in turn drives you all to believe that your blood dependency is not a result of an addiction, but a necessity, so you believe that it's like water to humans."
Silver eyes looked incredulously from Lavi to Kanda, the Japanese nodded slowly.
"He's dead serious," Kanda told him, "but wait, it gets better."
"Don't make fun of me~" Lavi whined, "I'm serious, I think that the blood dependency you all have is like a cigarette, you'll think you'd die without one, but you'd just be going through withdrawal symptoms."
"Riight," Allen started sarcastically, "we're just like those diabetics. They don't need insulin, they just can't get enough of that sweet, sweet insulin high."
Lavi laughed before looking at Kanda, "funny guy, isn't he?"
The Japanese just glared at the red head who, in turn, looked from him to the vampire, needle poised.
"First things first," he announced, "your blood."
"How about yours?"
Allen was impressed at the red heads reflex, his teeth snapping at the hand as soon as it reached for his arm, the fangs closing around air as Lavi backed up immediately.
"Feisty, ain't 'cha?" the green-eyed smiled, "now don't bite, I don't wanna have to-"
"To what, kill me?" Allen taunted, "go ahead, but I'd think you'd lose your test subject."
"Oh, I won't kill you for that," Lai told him, wiggling his finger at the vampire, "but I will allow for that."
"For-"
The white haired creatures surprise was short lived when a cold metal muzzle was shove over his mouth, his body immediately struggling against his attacker, the knee in his back hindering his retaliation further. Two straps tugged at his retrains like reins, his head throwing back to release the pressure on the flesh around his mouth but to no avail. A swift sharp snap was heard at the mask was fastened, his attacker pushing off the bed soundlessly and walk over to stand beside Lavi.
His silver eyes glared at Kanda, the restraint on his mouth preventing him to unleash the string of curses he had ready.
"We'll take it off once we're done," Lavi promised, needle in hand as he advanced towards the boy once more, "I just don't want you to bite me."
Muffled screamed emitted from the masked creature, his body continually thrashing as he tried to escape his binds, the chains clanking in resistance.
"Kanda," Lavi asked, "think you could hold him?"
The man Che'd once more but complied, grumbling about how he wasn't the damned lab assistant. Gripping the arm closest to the two of them, strong hands held the scarred flesh in place, the struggling slowing but unceasing as he held the limb to the bed.
Allen felt odd with the calloused hand on his arm; normally, humans were burning hot, the pulse flowing through the body fast and strong enough for him to feel. Kanda, on the other hand was, comfortable, cold by human standards. He was human, so he was warmer than the creature of death, yet he didn't burn the skin like an unwanted fever, it was more of a cool summer's eve, still warm yet gentle. His pulse was another thing, slow and strong with a steady beat, even against his struggling body.
Sharp pain stabbed the scarred arm, his muzzle muffling his scream of discomfort, his body trying to squirm out of their grasp, the hands holding him fast. The dark red viscous liquid filling slowly in the tube while Lavi watched calmly, the other set of eyes watching the struggling vampire with impassive eyes.
"Got it!" the red head practically squealed with glee, the tube held up to his eyes, "now we need the other arm!"
"What!?" Kanda and Allen both asked, the latter muffled by his restraint.
"Both arms are different, no offense," he added to Allen as an afterthought, "there could be differences in the blood stream or-"
"Fine," Kanda grumbled, moving from one side of the bed to the other, Lavi following him closely at his heels.
After the end of it, Allen had to concede that it wasn't as bad as he dreaded. Lavi took blood in excitement and then took out a measuring tape, the vampire stripped as best they could without undoing the restraints. His chest, shoulders, arms, and even back were measured with accuracy, Kanda's large hands holding him down with, dare he say, care.
Part of Allen was grateful for the mask hiding his blush, his body exposed to the cool air even by his standards, the red head documenting every little reaction his body made. He continually struggled as the two of them pulled the measuring tape across and around his body, his struggling stilling when the hands slid under his arms to pull his body up for Lavi to measure around his torso and his back, the creature's chest forced onto Kanda's chest while the measuring tape slid across his back and shoulder blades, slightly difficult with the chains on his wrists.
"Legs next!"
The demon visibly froze at the red heads words, his eyes widening as Kanda looked over at him in disbelief.
"Don't say it" Lavi stopped him with his hands, "just pull down the pants."
The Japanese opened his mouth in protest once more before he was cut of once more.
"Kanda, please," Lavi begged, "If he changes, I need to know if it's physical or not!"
"Fine!" Kanda barked, his hands swiftly undoing the belt on Allen's pants, the look on his face one of utter distain and pure disgust, the vampire blushing furiously at the actions.
His lower body felt the chilled air hit it, his legs coming together in an attempt to keep the smallest warmth in his lifeless body while the green-eyed man dragged the measuring tape down his legs, the pale skin a stark contrast to the bright yellow. Muttering to himself, Lavi scribbled away in his black notebook, measurements of his thighs, calves, feet, shins, and other extremities.
"All right," the red head grinned, "that almost does it, now we just need his-"
"No."
"But-"
"There is no way," Kanda seethed, "in high heaven that you are getting me to pull down his underwear so you can measure the length of his-"
A loud and muffled squeak in protest caught their attention, the white head shaking vigorously at the two of them while his silver eyes glared mercilessly at the two of them. Without another word, Kanda swiftly moved the garment back up the boy's pale legs much to his relief, his swift hands deftly finishing up the buttons on the boys shirt.
"Fine." Lavi grumbled, "can I at least get some saliva?"
"He'll bite you," the Japanese warned, the cobalt irises wearily eyeing the creature who was glaring them.
"Nah, he won't do that!" the red head suddenly perked up, "you wouldn't, would ya Allen?"
Silver eyes bore holes into the other two men, his head nodding slowly as he glared at the two of them.
"See?" Lavi smiled, "he won't bite me."
Kanda looked over at the greed-eyed man incredulously, "it's amazing that your stupidity hasn't killed you."
"Now Yuu~, that wasn't very-"
"What have I told you about calling me by that name!" Kanda snapped while the red head moved over to the side of the boy's bed, his head gesturing for Kanda to help him.
Growling in annoyance, the samurai complied, walking over to the other side of the bed, his hand gruffly shoving the head into the pillow, Allen grunting in protest as he felt the straps behind his head loosen and the mask sliding off his mouth and bouncing off the mattress to land with a clatter on the stone floor.
"Son of a Bitch!" Allen screamed at the both of them while his struggles resumed, "you'll pay for this; I swear it! You'll die for this humiliation, I'll slaughter you both!"
"Just try it!" The Japanese on his head snarled back, his hand pressing harder on the crown of white hair, "you won't get a scratch on me!"
"Kanda, can you hold his mouth open please," Lavi asked calmly amidst their shouting match.
"Don't you-"
The young vampire's words were cut off with a strong hand on his lower jaw, effectively wrenching it open despite his struggling. Swiftly, before Allen even knew it was over, a cotton swab was removed from its packaging and grazed the inside of his cheek, the saliva covered swab placed into a plastic covering, concealing it from the outside elements.
"All right, we're done," the man said brightly, packing up his black bag and turning on his heel and marching up the stairs, "you can let him go now!"
The weigh on the demon's head was suddenly lifted as Kanda pulled himself up off the vampire, silver eyes whipping around to glare full force at the samurai.
"You will regret that," Allen spat at him, "I swear you'll pay for that!"
"Not likely," the man growled, "you'll be dead before you even get the chance."
The silver irises watched the elder's retreating back, his long pony tail swishing as he approached the stairs.
"Does that man," Allen started, swallowing thickly as Kanda stopped, his head turning to look at Allen before the vampire continued, "does that man really think he can save me?"
Kanda stared at the creature on the bed, his face impassive and set.
"The only way to save you," Kanda started calmly, "is for my blade to slice you into pieces."
Allen snorted lightly, "yeah, I guess so."
"I know so," the samurai told him, "and in four months, the last thing you see will be my blade, I promise you that."
The vampire watched as the man left him to himself, the cellar door creaking shut as the room was thrown into darkness, the silence in the room settling save for three softly whispered words.
"I hope so."
Well...that was cheesy...ah well
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