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"You are going to have to tell them soon, Allen." Lavi stated around the tape in his mouth. He held both ends tightly before tearing them apart with a loud rip that echoed through the empty infirmary room.
Allen looked away from him, preferring to look up at the oil lamp that was set in its holder on the wall. He didn't want to talk about this, not now, for many reasons. One of the most prominent being the fact that he was rather exposed to Lavi right now. He just wanted to get his over with so he could leave, not drag it out.
And he knew Lavi was doing it on purpose. Using his own want to leave and his embarrassment against him. Reverse Phycology as some may say.
Lavi wasn't phased by his state of undress either. His Bookman training removing that part of him.
But Allen most certainly was.
But honestly, it wasn't all that bad. He still had night-pants on. But it was just his insecurities and that damned even look that Lavi kept giving him.
Lavi lifted his wrist gently, wrapping the strip around his wrist and patting it down securely. He continued the process, that look never leaving Allen's eyes, even if the boy refused to look at him.
"I want to avoid that circumstance as much as possible, Lavi." He replied after a moment, that even gaze getting to him and underneath his skin.
"Soon, Allen." Lavi stated. And Allen got the memo. Soon. Not soon as it you have to tell them at some stage. It was soon as in 'tell them asap'.
Soon as in he needed to tell them soon, because he was going to die soon.
So many soon's.
But he got it. And just because he got it...didn't mean he acknowledged it.
Lavi was wise to sneak him in to the Order. And Allen hadn't let the man fix him until he had told Allen about Kanda.
And Kanda was fine, much to Allen's undisguised relief.
Allen sighed.
"I..I know, okay? I just don't think I'll ever be ready to tell everyone I'm dying because of the stuff they devote their lives to." He stuttered, fear and apprehension digging into him. But if Lavi noticed - which he always did - he didn't say anything about it.
He'd always been one of Allen's favourite's for that exact reason.
Because he saw things, horrible and hurtful things about people. But he didn't tell. He never told anyone. He had more secrets than anyone Allen knew. He was mystery.
But Allen could tell sometimes that all this knowledge was hurtful to Lavi. All the secrets of the world.
Like, hell, he didn't even know Lavi's real name. Or if he had one at all.
Allen just hoped that his death wouldn't be a burden on him. Wouldn't be another tally to add to his constantly updated death toll.
When he died - see, when. There was no point lying to himself anymore - he hoped he could minimise the pain on everyone else. Reduce it so he could just go peacefully, without regrets.
Because he was a ticking time bomb. Waiting to go off and destroy everyone around him. He'd like to minimise the casualties, if he could.
That was all he really wanted for this life.
Because everything else seemed too much to ask.
Allen walked through the halls of the institute, feeling highly nostalgic.
He remember when he'd first arrived here. Gazed up at the sweeping arches and high roofs, admiring the architecture.
He walked now, the sounds of his feet echoing on the polished floor. Only the sound of his footsteps filling up the empty space, echoing off the walls crisply. The late afternoon light highlighted his silhouette through the large windows that extended floor to ceiling.
It was so still, so peaceful. Too peaceful for a place of war. It was too calm, too empty. Because their warriors were dying. Picked off one after the other.
And the earl was winning.
Allen hated it. Hated him. Hated all the pain, all the anguish they had to endure. Hated the desperate measures their superiors where forced to reach in order to stay on top of the Earl and his cronies.
All horrible things that had been reached for the sake of his war. A war which had no reason to exist.
It only existed because of one simple thing.
Revenge.
And it was such a simple and yet so devastating complex. So petty. So petty to have caused all this. And there was no point. No point, whatsoever. Nobody needed to die. Nobody needed to have their souls slowly destroyed. Nobody needed to be forever to fit weapons. Nobody should be forced to bare weapons within themselves
Because Allen was a weapon. That was all he was.
He was born to fight. Born to fight in a war that was completely useless. Put on this earth for the simple purpose of fighting this stupid war
He was happy to fight it, don't get him wrong. He would fight this war to the day he died.
The problem was that it was coming soon. The phrase suddenly didn't mean so much to him anymore. Not when the day he died could so easily be tomorrow.
He was a weapon. And he was defective.
His weapon was killing him. Destroying him from the inside, more like a disease than a cure for the Earls blight on the world.
A terminal disease.
It would kill him. But he would fight it. Fight it to his dying breath.
Fight him. The bastard. He would kill him. He would destroy him, just like that overbearing prophesy said.
Even if it was the part thing he did for this world...He would at least like to bring back the light.
"Komui! Komui!" Allen cried, trying to gain the infatuated man's attention from his sister. He shut the large mahogany door behind him.
It had been almost a month since the incident. But they were fine...mostly.
But Allen had a plan.
He walked in the room, scoping out his superior that was flouncing over his desk. He was latched onto Lenalee, crying comical tears as she tried to tear herself from his overly affectionate grip.
"Komui!" He yelled again, but Komui paid bare minimum attention to him.
And then Lenalee seemed to reach her braking point. Allen watched as she conjured her infamous clipboard of terror, and home run hit Komui across the head.
And then suddenly, Kanda was there. But Allen barely flinched at his presence. He was familiar with Kanda approaching virtually from the shadows.
"Serves you right, Baka." He said lowly, crossing his arms as he stood next to the door he had apparently walked through. Not that Allen saw him.
Maybe he could call him the "Shadow Lord" or the 'Emperor Ninja." next time they talked. Get to see how much it pissed him off.
Anything to appease the darkly humoured side of his soul
But it seemed Komui was now available for safe human interaction. The flick of Lenalee's hair as she slipped into the Laboratory with a clinical smirk on her face.
"Allen, what is it you would like to see me about?" Komui said, rebounding easily from the blow his sister had taken upon him. Despite the throbbing bump on his temple.
Allen walked closer to Komui's desk, Kanda trailing behind in a weird state of calm.
"The Noah can be weakened through their own power." Allen started as he made himself comfortable on the couch, and he immediately felt the mood in the room sharpen immediately at the mention of their enemies. "Tyki didn't want to kill me, but his rage overtook him and his noah wanted to kill me." He continued, watching Komui's brain begin to process and understand, all silliness gone.
But he still felt Kanda flinch behind him. They still hadn't had the conversation about that night yet. He could almost feel the burning gaze on his heavily bandaged wrist.
A very long conversation no doubt.
"If we anger them enough, they lose rational thought and can be easily taken advantage of." Allen said, going through his memories of that night. Night he was sure was not going to leave his memories any time soon.
Komui was silent for a long time, clearly adapting and debating this new information. He tilted his head, chin resting on his palm. He reached up with his other hand, pushing his glasses up on his nose so they glistened in the light.
"So you are basically saying you want me to piss off a bunch of soulless superhuman's?" He said, voice serious.
Allen shrugged. "Ah...yes?"
Komui looked speculative, before he lent down and the glare disappeared from his glasses, staring at Allen clearly.
And slowly, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a a gleefully sadistic grin.
"I'm so in."
That last bit was so fun to write! I love this story so much.
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