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Chapter 29—Fix You
December 31, 2013—Allen’s Ark
Yuu didn’t like
parties. He also didn’t like sweet things. Another thing he didn’t like was
over-inquisitive Moyashis
and Lenalees who wouldn’t stop their persistent,
invasive questions that Yuu didn’t want
to answer.
He walked away
from them, probably a bit rudely, for the sixth time that evening, shouting
nastily over his shoulder, “go choke on a pretzel!” He
heard Moyashi splutter, but he simply
didn’t give a damn. He searched the room for Lavi, who he’d been separated from
in his quest to escape the two prying brats. And yes, this time, Lenalee was
being a brat.
“Yuu,” Lavi said,
smiling as the dark-haired man walked over. He tried to smile back, but it came
out as a grimace-smirk hybrid that he didn’t like at all. Lavi snorted. “Your
face is funny,” he commented, pulling Yuu’s head down to his height—he was
sitting in a wheelchair—and giving him a light kiss. Yuu’s strange expression
dropped, and Lavi pulled back, smiling in a satisfied way. Yuu glared, but he
didn’t mean it.
“Oh, come off it,
Yuu-chan, you know you like being touched. Don’t lie.”
Yuu’s glare
deepened, and he felt a scowl forming on his lips, one Lavi couldn’t simply
kiss away.
“Okay, you’re
really angry right now. What’s going on?”Lavi asked, seeming to backtrack a bit
and immediately becoming more serious.
Taking a seat on
the bench next to his lover—he could think it now, especially after what had
happened on Christmas—Yuu sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back in
frustration. “They won’t fucking leave me alone,” he
said, his tone sounding very near to a complaint. He felt a featherlight
touch at his fringe. He cracked his eyes open enough to see Lavi caressing his
forehead and then running his fingers through the hair he had left down.
“What are they sayin’, Yuu-chan?” Lavi asked softly, reaching up and
repeating the action. Yuu closed his eyes again, reveling at the touch. Lavi
moved his hand to the crown of Yuu’s head and began to gently massage his
scalp, drawing out the lightest of moans from him, though he hadn’t meant to
make a sound.
“They want to know. I don’t want them to, Lavi,” he
said, knowing the other man would comprehend. Lavi made a humming noise, and
the massaging hand turned just slightly rougher, though it was still just as
soothing. Yuu fought against another unintentional sound, tossing it back down
in his throat, where it was coming from.
“Then don’t tell
them,” Lavi suggested softly. Yuu nodded, accidentally dislodging the hand for
a second. It rolled down his hair, running through its length before returning
to his scalp with more pressure than before. It felt very, very good.
“Hey, loves!” The
Infernal Girl exclaimed, making Yuu jump and reach for Mugen’s hilt, which, of
course, wasn’t there, as he hadn’t activated it. Some reflexes never died. “The
Condom Fairy has arrived!”
Yuu stared at the
girl in incredulity. “What the fuck is that?” He asked, scowling at her.
“Why is Darcy in a
tutu?” Lavi snorted, removing his hand from Yuu’s hair. Yuu missed it, wanted
to pull it back, but he didn’t. He wasn’t some stupid, clingy little girl. Like
that Little Fucker who’d been riding on his leg for the last week and a half,
never giving him any privacy. Or personal space.
“Because he’s the
Condom Fairy, and he’s giving out free condoms!” Amanda said, smiling happily
and patting her boyfriend on the back. Darcy sighed resignedly.
“The Health
Department is making me hand them out, something about how everyone has sex on
New Years. Anyway, take some.” He shook his basket forlornly, and little,
square packages jumped around with the movement.
Lavi picked one
out, inspecting it with interest. “People actually use these?” He asked,
sounding mildly interested.
“Well, yeah, I
mean, you wouldn’t want to get STDs or, like, pregnant and like, die, or
something,” the Infernal Girl explained matter-of-factly, grabbing two large
handfuls and tossing them into Yuu’s and Lavi’s laps. They fell with a crinkly
sound that made Yuu think of the wrapping paper from Christmas.
“They actually do
something to prevent it? Don’t they break easily?” Lavi asked.
“Well, they’re
better now than whatever you had back then. What did you have? The pull-out technique?”
“We had rubber
condoms, too,” Lavi insisted. The Infernal Girl snorted.
“Really?
Doesn’t look like it to me, what with all the illegitimates goin’
on.” She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
Yuu didn’t want to
listen to this, so he stood up, allowing the numerous condoms to fall to the
ground, and walked off. He went over toward the food, finding a bowl of
pretzels. He felt like pelting Moyashi
with them, but then he remembered he was avoiding the stupid little brat.
Scowling at the pretzels, he moved on down the table, looking for something
else that wasn’t sweet. Or alcoholic.
He should have
realized he would have found Moyashi
at the food table, along with the other parasitic-types.
“Oi, Kanda, will
you at least talk to Lenalee? She’s really worried about you. You don’t have to
tell her anything, just… let her worry about you, okay?” Moyashi insisted. Yuu activated Mugen as he ground his teeth
together, just so he could have something to hold on to.
He didn’t answer,
simply moving away, but Moyashi
followed, and somehow, Lenalee appeared at his side.
“Yuu-kun,” she
said, tugging at his formal Exorcist jacket—Lavi was wearing a different, more
reasonably-sized one—with a desperate look on her face.
“It’s none of your
business,” he growled, staring at her hatefully. She flinched back from the
expression a little, but then her face hardened into a determined mask.
“Yuu-kun, I’m not
asking anymore. Listen, you can’t not tell anyone.
It’s… I know about these kind of
things—well, not your kind of things, but mental injury in general—and I know you need to talk about it. Please,
just tell me,” she pleaded. Yuu tried to rip his jacket from her grip, but she
held on stubbornly, frowning at him as if she hadn’t been expecting a rebuke.
“It’s not your
business,” Yuu snapped, attempting to pull away again. “I don’t need to talk about it. It’s fine as it is.”
Lenalee held on
more tightly, finally grabbing his wrist. Yuu froze. He didn’t like having his
wrists grabbed. Lavi knew that. Lavi didn’t grab his wrists. But Lenalee was.
She wasn’t his father, but she was trying to restrain him, force something out
of him that he didn’t want to tell her, and it was suddenly very frightening.
The world started to enclose around him, the edges folding away into
nothingness. Everything was collapsing, and all there was was
the sensation of Lenalee’s tight grip on his wrist, matching the angle and
strength of his father’s just before he was raped.
It hurt, too. He
still had the scars from the shackles the Order had forced on him. The Lotus
hadn’t hidden them away, though it had healed him properly. They still hurt,
and Lenalee’s grip also reminded him of the dark. He began to shake. Everything
was dark, because the only other thing in this world besides him was Lenalee,
and she was scaring him. Yuu could
admit that. He was scared. Shadows of the past and the present came to haunt
him, and he couldn’t escape. There was no escape. There was simply him and the
darkness and Lenalee, too, simply hurting him, not caring for him. He needed to
get away. He shifted his eyes around, looking for an exit but seeing none. All
he saw was darkness. All he felt was the shackles, Lenalee’s grip, his father’s
horrendous touch.
Heat flowed
through his veins. Adrenaline, he supposed. It pounded through his speeding,
racing heart and soared through his limbs, empowering him, but he could do
nothing. He could only stand there, terrified and shaking, as everything
collapsed around him. Vaguely, somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he
wondered why he was reacting like this, but then that thought was cut off as
all but the most basic functions died.
“ALLEN! LENALEE!
GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE! I HAVE A JOKE FOR YOU!”
The world expanded
again, rapidly. Lavi was there. Lavi’s voice. It
healed him, pulled him back like he was a fish on the line leading to a fishing
rabbit. He fell to the floor as Lenalee released him and walked off, looking
curious. His knees were simply too weak. He loved Lavi. He really did. So much. He knew. Lavi knew exactly what Yuu needed, and he
provided it. Tears threatened to splash down his cheeks, and he shook more with
the effort of not releasing them. He couldn’t cry. He didn’t want to. He was
done crying over the shadow of his father.
Lavi walked over
to him, his wheelchair discarded, and he helped Yuu up, pulling him into a
quick embrace. Yuu went into it willingly. He needed to not cry. He needed to
touch and be touched in return. He needed Lavi.
That wonderful,
stupid rabbit that he hated and loved with a burning passion that surprised him
led him out of the Main Plaza, pulling him through the alleyway and into their
room. Lavi lagged for a second so that he could put his arm around Yuu. They
got to the door, and suddenly, all the chains broke, vanished, as if they’d
never been there in the first place.
Placing his head
softly on Lavi’s shoulder, he breathed deeply and sighed out the words he had
been unable to say for so long. “I love you,” he whispered breathily on the
edge of his sigh.
Lavi froze. Yuu
did, too. They stepped apart and stared at each other for a moment. “I… love
you?” the Japanese man said quietly, shocked. He looked at his hands, and then
back at his lover, and then back to his hands again, and then once more to
Lavi. “I love you,” he repeated firmly. He laughed in an almost joyous fashion.
“I love you!” He exclaimed blissfully.
Tears flowed
smoothly down Lavi’s face. The other man was smiling almost peacefully, but the
tears still fell.
“Why are you
crying, Baka Usagi?” He asked,
smiling and laughing in wonder.
“You… you said
it,” Lavi wailed, throwing his arms around Yuu and tackling him to the ground.
Yuu grunted in pain.
“You’re not
supposed to do anything strenuous,” he muttered, placing a hand on Lavi’s red
head and rubbing softly. The arms around his neck only strangled him a little
bit.
“This ain’t strenuous, Yuu. I’m just lyin’
here with my lover, cryin’.”
Yuu scoffed.
“You’re an idiot,” he whispered, and Lavi shivered against him. “Now get off
me.”
Lavi complied. “Ne, Yuu, say it again,” he requested.
“No,” Yuu said. He
didn’t need to. There were no chains, but he’d just said it four times, and he
thought that was more than enough.
“Please?”
“No.”
“Pleeeaaase?” Lavi looked so very desperate
that Yuu couldn’t quite refuse. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Fine.
I love you. Go away.”
“Yay!” Lavi threw up his hands in celebration. “Ow!” He winced as his not-quite-healed shoulder cracked
loudly. Yuu chuckled under his breath. Karma,
he thought. “Ne, let’s stay up and
watch the dawn together,” the redhead suggested, taking Yuu’s hand and pulling
him onto the bed.
Yuu nodded and
slid a bit closer to the man he could now call his lover. Resting his head on
Lavi’s shoulder again, he sighed once more. He closed his eyes, drinking in the
peace of the moment. Lavi’s arm snuck around him, soft and warm on his back. He
put his arm around Lavi, too, resting his hand on the
mattress on the man’s other side. Everything was so very warm and comfortable,
and Lavi was there, and he loved Lavi.
They had meant to
stay up, but within minutes, they were both asleep, peaceful smiles on their
faces as their minds finally gave way to dreams.
---
The nightmare came
abruptly. The light of his previous dream darkened. Noise and alcohol reeked
into his senses. There was a stumbling sound, and he quivered back into the
door when his father came into view. His father said something that he, for
some reason, couldn’t understand and then carried him off into his room.
He was tossed
unceremoniously onto his bed, something that only happened when his father had
something particularly bad planned for him.
“Don’t get in my
way again,” his father hissed, taking a swig from his wine bottle. Vaguely, he
wondered why his father was drinking wine rather than sake, but his train of
thought was ripped away as his father placed the bottle on the ground and
tugged at the hems of his pant legs. He held onto them, holding them in place
tightly, but his father overpowered him, pulling them off with a force that
dumped him to the floor.
“Oh, no, you ain’t escapin’,” his father slurred,
tossing him roughly back onto the bed. He wished his mother wasn’t sick. Then,
maybe, he could cry out. Even if it meant hurting worse, he didn’t like the way
this time was going. His father usually didn’t start out with rape. He usually
used his sick foreplay of bites and scratches, punches and kicks. But hands
were already ripping at his shirt, tearing it away as if it were a minute,
trivial nuisance to be discarded at will.
“No,” he whispered
unintentionally. The first of the pain hit him in an agonizing punch to the
gut.
“Whaddid I say ‘bout talkin’?” His
father hissed menacingly. He clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t want more pain,
not if he was going to be humiliated again. His father took another swig from
his bottle as he flipped him over. “Hmmm… you like wine, don’tcha?”
Pain, horrifying,
gut-wrenching, excruciating, unbearable pain rippled below in a place his
father had hurt so many times before. Cold liquid spewed out, freezing him
inside, but the bottle hurt. He
didn’t cry out, but the tears wouldn’t stay at bay. His father couldn’t see
them, so he hid his face in the mattress, nearly suffocating himself as he
burrowed further.
It hurt, and
liquid was leaking, wasted and burning everywhere. The bottle cracked in a way
he didn’t like, and then blood joined the wine. Alcohol seared his cuts, but
still he didn’t cry out. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
His father laughed
and sat on him, driving the bottle in further, hurting him more. He made a
keening, sobbing sound, but it was drowned out by his father’s insane chuckles.
“Feel good?” His
father asked. He didn’t shake his head, didn’t respond. His father didn’t like
that. The man did something that drove the glass deeper into the already
internal wounds. He gasped out, inhaling sheets and mattress and anything but
air. Tears fell in silent sobs from his eyes.
And then Allen
Walker woke up, screaming, gasping for breath, with Lenalee mirroring his
expression and vocals next to him. As one, they jumped off the bed and ran to
the nearest bathroom, emptying their stomachs. Allen’s was mostly bile—his
metabolism was too fast to have not broken any of the food down—but Lenalee
stayed over the toilet for a while. Allen joined her after regaining his
breath, and he held her hair back as she retched and retched and retched until
nothing could come out anymore. He held her in his arms as she dry heaved,
incidental tears forming at the corners of her eyes. He kissed them away and
held her until her desolate moans quieted and she was only shaking in his arms.
She opened her
dark eyes and whispered, “Yuu-kun.” And then the tears were back. Allen brushed
them all away with gentle, delicate movements. Carefully, he picked her up,
placed her on her feet. She nodded at him, and in unspoken agreement, they
walked to Kanda’s room. Their pace wasn’t leisurely, but it wasn’t hurrying,
either. Neither of them wanted to believe it was true, but they knew that
hadn’t been their dream.
They weren’t alone
in their concern. As they passed back through the Main Plaza from the bathroom,
they saw most of the soldiers spilling out. Darcy and Amanda, Miranda and
Lolek, Emiko and Vikram, they were all sitting in a circle, looking at each
other with dark, haunted eyes. A wail echoed out through the Ark, and Allen saw
the little Exorcist, Krista, bawling into Cyrah Kabbah’s
lap. Chu-chan was sitting with his head in his hands, and Tamas had a firm hand
on his shoulder. It looked to Allen as if the second man was trying to hold
himself up.
Allen looked at
Lenalee. “It wasn’t just us?” He asked. Lenalee looked just as horrified as he
felt.
They walked
faster, intending to get to Kanda’s room before anyone else did. They shooed
away a soldier who was about to knock and entered. They saw Lavi holding Kanda
to his chest, petting the Japanese man’s hair soothingly and looking somewhat
relieved. He was whispering stupid things that Allen couldn’t quite hear.
“What are you guys
doing here?” Lavi asked, noticing them. “And why are you both shaking? And
looking so… disturbed? And why are you looking at Yuu like that? What’s going
on? Who died?”
“No one died,
Lavi,” Allen said hoarsely. “Something strange happened. We don’t quite know
what, but everyone—”
A door opened,
emitting a wildly shaking Road, who fell tremulously to the floor.
“Road!” Lenalee
called, rushing to the other girl’s side. “Road, are you okay? What happened to
you?”
“I’m s-s-so
sorry!” The Noah wailed, clutching at Lenalee and pulling her down the rest of
the way to the floor. “It’s a-a-all m-my f-f-faaaault!”
Lavi couldn’t
move, but he looked alarmed. “What’s going on? Seriously, guys, why the fuck is
Road sobbing on my floor?”
“I-it was too strooong! I—I c-couldn’t contr-trol
it. I th-th-think I sent it
to everyoooone!” Road continued to blubber. Lenalee
held her, and Allen kneeled down next her, putting a hand on Lenalee’s back and
offering Road what comfort he could.
“Lavi,” he said,
looking up at the redhead who was peering over his footboard in order to see
them all. Kanda’s head was still against his chest, and he was still absently
running his hand through the man’s hair. “Has Kanda ever told you anything
about… a wine bottle?” He asked hesitantly.
Lavi blanched, and
his face turned into an appalled mask. “Y-you saw the wine bottle?” He asked
quietly, finally realizing what happened. “Were you guys prying again?”
“No, Lavi,”
Lenalee said in a hushed, anguished voice. “Everyone
saw. How did you not?”
“I wake up to his
screams. Always,” Lavi said unsteadily.
Road got up on shaking
legs, pushing him and Lenalee away. She tottered over to the bed and placed a
hand on Kanda’s forehead, looking instantly relieved.
“He’s having a
good dream now. It’s funny, though, almost childish,” she said, her voice
shaking only slightly. Her tears seemed to have disappeared, a miracle for
which Allen was thankful. He wasn’t good with tears. He was only good with Lenalee’s.
“Of course it is,”
Lavi whispered. “He can only be a child in his dreams. What’s he seeing now?”
“It’s set in a
meadow, and there are lotuses in the sky. There’s a rice bowl in the middle of
the grass. Inside is a large amount of tempura. And there are bunnies—lots of
them. They’re all white, except for those two off at the side. One is orange,
and the other is black. They’re really close together, and they look almost…
peaceful,” Road said, her eyes going out of focus as she placed her hand on
Kanda’s forehead again.
“I don’t really
understand it,” Allen said, scratching his head and trying not to think about
the nightmare he’d just had.
“No, it makes
perfect sense,” Lavi disagreed, still speaking quietly. Allen assumed it was to
keep Kanda asleep. “You saw him eating tempura for lunch. It’s obvious he’d be
thinking about his Lotus, even in his sleep. And the rabbits are some form of
me, I would assume. Although, I don’t know why he’d want white ones. I’d pick a cooler
color myself, like brown or something.”
Road, who still
had her hand on Kanda’s forehead, chuckled. “They’re all brown now, except for
the orange and black ones.”
“Really?”
Lavi asked, looking intrigued. He leaned down and kissed the crown of Kanda’s
forehead. That was a gesture Allen wanted to repeat on Lenalee, but he knew he
couldn’t. “Yuu, you sleep too lightly,” Lavi whispered down at his lover. “And
you shouldn’t take my advice so readily. If you want white rabbits, you can
have ‘em that way. It’s your dream, not mine,” he
added.
“They’re still
brown,” Road insisted as she pulled her hand away. She was still shaking, but
it wasn’t nearly as pronounced.
“I’m sorry, but…
could you guys leave? I don’t want him to wake up… And if you
could keep the others from the room, well… I don’t want Yuu to kill
them. ‘Cause he’s gonna be incensed when he wakes up.
You shouldn’t be around him when he does.”
Allen nodded and
pulled Lenalee away. Road created another door and tried to stumble through it,
but Allen pulled her along, too. “You had a seizure, didn’t you?” He asked
quietly as they closed Lavi’s door. She nodded, and he tugged her with them. He
let go of Lenalee when the Noah collapsed, and he carried her back to her bed.
He even tucked her in. “Sleep well,” he said quietly, leaving the room with
Lenalee at his side.
Immediately, he
pulled the girl he loved into his arms. She was so distraught, that was obvious
from her eyes, and Allen needed to comfort her. She needed it. He needed it,
too. They held onto each other and went back to the Main Plaza.
“Anyone who
bothers them will be left in the middle of the Sahara Desert, so leave them
alone,” Allen announced tiredly. Everyone nodded slowly, as if they couldn’t
muster enough energy to make any faster movements. Allen understood. The
nightmare had been horrible. Sitting down in the circle of Exorcists, he held
Lenalee as she began to cry again.
Allen wished
fervently that they hadn’t tried to pry into Kanda’s past. It was something he
never wanted to delve deeper into, though he knew Lenalee didn’t feel the same.
Still, he knew she would wait for Kanda to come to her, and perhaps that would
be for the best.
---
January 1, 2014—Allen’s Ark
Yuu was thankful
all the stupid-ass little birds were away on their trip to the south so they
couldn’t wake him. And yet, there was something fucking chirping outside, ruining his good dream and popping it away like
it was a bubble. He sat up to glower at the window, but he couldn’t move.
Something was holding him tightly in place, restricting his movements. He
kicked it. It was annoying.
Lavi made a
grunting sound and woke with a gasp. Yuu suddenly understood what was holding
him and scoffed. He made to pull away, but the stupid rabbit just grabbed him
closer until their bodies were stuck together.
“Rabbit, get the
fuck off,” Yuu muttered, trying to push the other man off him.
“No, it’s warm,”
Lavi murmured into Yuu’s neck, his breath hitting the skin in tantalizing
patterns.
Yuu sat up, taking
the other man with him. “Get off,” he said, trying to sound threatening, but it
only came out as a low, breathy sound he couldn’t believe he’d made.
Reluctantly, Lavi
backed away, turning so that he was sitting with his legs off the side of the
bed. He made to get up, but Yuu didn’t want Lavi to actually leave. He grabbed
Lavi’s shoulders and leaned forward, putting his weight on the redhead. “I said
‘get off,’ not ‘go away,’” he hissed in Lavi’s ear. The idiot’s earring caught
the light, blinding him momentarily, and he suddenly had an idea.
Tilting his head
to the side, he took the lobe of Lavi’s ear into his mouth, sucking gently on
the soft skin. Lavi made a gasping noise and stiffened beneath him.
“Yuu…” he started.
Yuu smiled slightly and stuck his tongue through the earring, massaging the
skin there, too. “Yuu, I really haveta…
ah.”
Lavi began to
writhe under his ministrations, making broken little mewling sounds. Turning
his head just a bit more, Yuu used his teeth to hold the earring still.
“Yuu, there’s…”
Lavi gasped out wildly. With his tongue, Yuu unhooked the hinge that kept the
earring in place and removed the band into his mouth, eliciting a loud moan
from Lavi, who was shuddering. There was a squeaking sound, and Yuu took the
earring out of his mouth and leaned over to place it on the bedside table.
“Er… Yuu?” Lavi said, sounding
acutely embarrassed. Yuu made an inquisitive grunt. “I… er…
may need a new… er…” He lowered his voice, and Yuu
could see the back of his neck and ears nearly glowing with his blush, “…a new
pair of pants,” Lavi finished quickly, almost incoherently.
“Che,” Yuu scoffed, trying not to laugh.
Lavi nodded in an ashamed way. “Go bathe. I’m getting breakfast.” He made to
get off the bed.
“No!” Lavi
shouted, sounding horrified and desperate, all at once. He turned and nearly
pinned Yuu to the wall.
“Get off me, I’m
hungry,” Yuu grunted, trying to push Lavi away, but the man’s grip became
tighter. It became too tight. He shuddered a bit, but Lavi wasn’t anyone else.
He was just Lavi, so it was okay.
“I was trying to
tell you that I needed to tell you something,” Lavi said,
his voice layered with something akin to urgency. Yuu relaxed under his grip.
Whatever it was, it was obviously important.
“Go bathe first.
I’ll wait,” he said, looking away.
“No, I need to
tell you now,” Lavi said, using his hand to force Yuu to look at him by
grabbing him under the chin. Yuu locked eyes—or eye—with his lover and saw the
near-desperation there. He nodded.
“What is it,
rabbit?” He asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know. Lavi let him go and
leaned down, hugging Yuu around the middle and placing the crown of his head on
his stomach.
“Last night, Road…
well, Yuu, you had a nightmare, right?”
Yuu nodded, unsure
of where this was going. Wherever it was, he wasn’t sure he liked it there.
“Well, do you
remember what it was about?”
This time, Yuu
shook his head. He remembered it was bad, probably a nine—Lavi would have told
him if he was having a seizure—but he drew a blank on the actual content. That
was a first. But perhaps it was better that way. It wasn’t like he enjoyed
remembering those things.
“It was bad,
though, wasn’t it?” Lavi asked quietly, and Yuu nodded. “Well, you know how
Road is the Noah of Dreams?” Yuu nodded again, this time with uncertainty.
“Well, she… er… your dream was too strong for her to
handle, and she may have—well, she did, actually—accidentally broadcast your
dream into everyone’s minds.”
Yuu froze, unable
to think. She’d done what? It didn’t make sense. No one knew,
it couldn’t be possible. But there was only one person who couldn’t see them, and he had to make
sure. “Did you…?” He choked out.
“No,” Lavi said,
shaking his head and pulling Yuu into a hug. He fell into it without any
protest. He couldn’t move. He was paralyzed by the absurdity of what Lavi had
just told him. It was so illogical, too bizarre, for his brain to process. It
couldn’t possibly be true that everyone—everyone—knew.
“I woke up to your screams, so I didn’t see it. Only the people who were
actually asleep saw.”
Yuu wasn’t sure if
he nodded or not, but if he had, then it would have been very mechanical,
because he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around what Lavi was telling him. He
began to shake. “Could you… get Road?” He asked quietly, shaking harder. Lavi
nodded, changed into something more decent, and left the room.
He returned
minutes later through one of Road’s ornate doors. She looked at him and
immediately apologized, but he ignored it. “Show him,” he said hoarsely. If
everyone was going to know, Lavi had the right to know, too. If everyone was
going to know, he wanted Lavi to
know, too. Even though Lavi couldn’t know. Road
nodded and turned to the redhead next to her, placing a hand to his forehead.
Lavi collapsed to
the ground the second Road removed her hand. He was shaking nearly as bad as
Yuu, but when he looked up, there was no pity, no disgust, in his eyes. He
simply walked over and placed his arms lightly around Yuu’s shoulders. “I will never forgive that man,” he whispered,
putting his head on Yuu’s shoulder.
A rumbling noise
resounded through the room. Yuu grimaced, and Lavi pulled back. “You need to
eat,” he said quietly. Every part of the older man’s being rebelled against the
idea of ever leaving the room again. He shook his head, his long hair flying
with the movement.
Lavi pulled him
over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of pants. Yuu pulled them on
mechanically, his body still shaking in an aggravating way.
“I don’t want to,”
he whispered. Lavi handed him a shirt. He quickly took off the one he’d slept
in and replaced it with the new one, not caring that Road was still in the
room.
“You have to,”
Lavi said, coming around behind him and pulling the shirt so that it wasn’t
rumpled.
Yuu pulled his
Exorcist jacket on quietly and then turned to face Lavi. “I’m scared,” he
admitted, leaning against his lover. Lavi’s hands came up to pat his upper
back, and they stood there for a moment.
“Come on, Yuu, I’m
hungry too. We should go.” Lavi grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the
room. Yuu wanted to close his eyes, hide in the room, be anywhere but in the
cafeteria off the Main Plaza, where everyone would be staring at him with those
pitying, judgmental eyes.
He stopped moving
when they got to the door. He couldn’t go any further. It was impossible. He
was stuck. Lavi didn’t make a noise of exasperation,
he just walked into the room and turned around, holding out a hand to Yuu. Yuu
hesitated and then took it. Lavi tugged at his hand, a silent plea to come in
with him, that he would keep everyone from staring,
that he would make everything alright, even if it couldn’t be.
Yuu didn’t look at
the people serving him. He knew the expression they wore. It was the same one
Tiedoll had had whenever Yuu said something that hinted at his past. Thinking
back, he’d said a lot of things like that when they’d traveled together for
that one year. It had been a tolerable expression when it was on Tiedoll,
because Tiedoll knew but didn’t stare.
He wasn’t paying
attention as Lavi led them to a secluded table in the corner. He was glad for
the privacy, though. As a general rule, he didn’t like people. He couldn’t
trust them. They always apologized or acted stupid or looked at him like that.
“BAKANDA!
You retard, you make me sick!” Moyashi
shouted, coming up and attempting to punch him. Yuu dodged automatically, a
reflexive smirk appearing on his face.
“What the fuck, Moyashi?” He asked.
“You made me sleep
like shit!” Moyashi yelled back,
slamming his enormous tray of food down in the place next to him.
“You’re
contaminating my food. Sit farther away,” Yuu growled, scowling at the
white-haired boy.
“You contaminated
my sleep. And Lenalee’s too, you bastard.”
Yuu felt guilty.
He hadn’t wanted to hurt Lenalee. “That’s what you get for prying. It’s karma.
I hope you die,” the Japanese man said, turning back to his soba and ignoring
the idiot bean sprout next to him.
“Hey,
Yuu-kun,” Lenalee said, coming up and sitting across from him. “You’d
probably hate me if I apologized for last night, so I won’t. Just…
I’ll be here if you want to talk, okay?” Yuu nodded, and she, too, turned to
her food.
“Ooooh! I slept great
last night! Darcy, you are a god!” The Infernal Girl said, stretching as she
took a seat at their table.
“What can I say?”
Darcy replied, buffing his nails on his shirt. “I am an Irish Sex God.”
Yuu wanted to kill
all the annoying idiots who were interrupting his peaceful breakfast. Even if they were doing it for him.
---
His day wasn’t
going so well. Actually, it was going terribly. Everywhere he looked, people
were staring, muttering, no doubt about the collective
dream from the previous night. He supposed he should be thankful to the fucking
Moyashi for telling them to shut the
fuck up, but he had a strict no-thanking policy. It made people think he was
approachable. Which he wasn’t. Even
if the Infernal Girl and the Little Fucker thought differently.
The Little Fucker
hadn’t bothered him all day, actually, and for some reason, that concerned him
a little. He pushed the emotion down. He didn’t want to feel bad for the Little
Fucker. She had bitten him, given him rabies, pushed him down a flight of
stairs, jumped on his back, ridden on his leg, clung to him, and sung stupid,
shrill songs to him.
He felt a pressure
on his leg and looked down to see the Little Fucker leaning down and hugging
it, nearly throwing him off balance. He scowled and opened his mouth to yell at
her, but she was already gone. Yuu blinked. He almost wished she would annoy
him as usual. Almost. If one good thing had come out
of the whole ordeal, it was the possibility that the tiny twelve-year-old would
finally leave him alone.
Striding over to
the troops that he was supposed to be training, he yelled for them to line up.
They did so without complaint. Yuu glowered icily at them. A few of them had
the presence of mind to look nervous, but the rest took it like they were
fucking whores.
“You will do five
hundred push-ups,” he barked. No one complained.
“Aw, come on!
That’s ridiculous. No way in hell am I—”
“You can leave,”
Yuu told the soldier in the back. The man, barely younger than him, nodded and
walked off.
“Aw, c’mon, man!
That’s not fair!” Said a soldier right in front of Yuu.
He kicked the idiot in the face, seeing as he had already gone into the push-up
position.
“Deal with it. And
don’t cheat. If you can’t do five hundred push-ups, you will die.” The
dark-haired Exorcist fingered the hilt of his activated Innocence for emphasis.
“We’ll die if we do the push-ups!” The soldier
groused, but he continued on. Yuu scowled down at him. The soldiers were
humoring him.
“If you don’t want
to do them,” he said, addressing the entire group with an icy glare, “then don’t stare at me.”
He walked off,
leaving the soldiers to their own devices. They would either finish them or
they wouldn’t. The soldiers could do what they wanted. They had weapons
training later, and Yuu could pound them into the ground then.
He felt off, very
off. He walked into his room to meditate, but when he got in,
he couldn’t help but go check his Lotus, something he had started doing every
day, despite his attempts to forget about it.
It was possibly
the worst sight he could have seen. He knew he probably had lost the half-petal
a while ago, what with the way the Lotus was fading so quickly, but he was
concerned about the fact that there were only two left.
Two.
Once again, he
couldn’t tell Lavi, because he knew for sure that he was going to die.
---
January 29, 2014—Allen’s Ark,
Main Plaza
Lenalee surveyed the
courtyard with some satisfaction. Each group of soldiers was proficient at
using the newer, higher-powered talismans and super-powered guns for destroying
Akuma. They were expecting a large number of the creatures to be with the Earl,
though judging by the recent reports of Level Ones,
she had a feeling that the other countries would be attacked. Without
Innocence, the people would be defenseless. Which was why
they had put soldiers in the other Branches of the Order in the first place.
True, they were no longer with the Order, but they all had the same goal.
Regardless of their falling-out, soldiers would be deployed around the world to
take down the Akuma.
Her phone beeped
in her pocket, and she flipped it open, bringing it up to her ear.
“General Lee,” she
said.
“Hey, Lenalee!” She recognized the
voice immediately as that of the Head of the North American Branch of the
Order.
“What’s going on?”
She asked, concerned.
“I just wanted to tell you that we’re all
prepared over here. We’re all ready for the fourteenth, should you need us to
come help you.”
“I think we may be
fine,” Lenalee said. “Our soldiers seem prepared, too. Kanda’s been working
them really hard with them. He’s been training a lot, too. Even Allen and Lavi
and the rest are getting into it. We have nothing else to do, so we’ve all been
working really hard. But stay ready, just in case. We never know what may
happen.”
“Of course. Oh, and the Order doesn’t know I’m calling, so I’d better go before
they start tapping our phone calls.”
Lenalee nodded and
flipped her phone shut. Calling everyone over, she gestured for them to sit
down. When all had quieted, she realized she had to speak.
“We’re all set on
the other continents, and it seems like we’re all doing a great job. Really,
everyone, give yourselves a pat on the back. You’re all doing really well.
We’ll definitely be ready by the fourteenth. We do need to plan some things
out, though. Obviously, Allen, the other Generals, and I will be leading.
Chu-chan, Tamas, and Cyrah, I think you guys should go after the forming Level
Six, take it down while you can.” It was an unspoken consensus that she and
Allen would take care of the Earl.
The Generals
nodded, understanding the underlying comment.
“What about the
pedestrians?” Cyrah asked, fingering the handle of her whip in a mannerism that
had become familiar to Lenalee. She looked up at the bright sky, thinking.
“I can put us in
Time Out,” Miranda suggested, shyly raising the hand that wasn’t in Lolek’s. “Well, it’s not quite Time Out. I’ve been
experimenting with my powers, trying to raise my synch rate, and I think
there’s a way I can keep other people out. It’s like a time bubble, of sorts. The
only differences from the Time Out are that people can’t get in and out and
that people don’t heal inside it. It takes a lot of energy, though—more than
the Time Out—but I think I can do it if that’s all I concentrate on.”
Lenalee nodded
gravely. “We’ll have someone guard you, then.”
“I’ll do it,”
Lolek volunteered immediately.
“I was expecting
you to,” Lenalee said, smiling. Turning back to Miranda, she added. “Can you
work on that, try to get it as big and powerful as you can?”
Miranda nodded,
though she looked unsure. Lenalee understood. They’d all be pushing their
Innocence to its limits—beyond those limits if they could.
“Yuu-kun, Lavi,
you guys should take down the strongest Akuma there before going on to help the
Generals with the Level Six, and if you can, we know Strength is going to be
there.” Road had had another talk with Faith, and the holy girl had filled them
in on more details she’d wheedled out of the Earl. They knew Akuma from all
over the world, especially those of the strongest levels, would be set loose to
aid in the creation of the Level Six. If they could destroy as many as
possible, they would delay the creation of the apocalyptic Akuma.
“Strength is
mine,” Cyrah and Amanda said simultaneously. They stared at each other and
nodded. Lenalee saw a bond of kinship form between them.
“Strength is going
down,” Amanda said coldly, determinedly. Lenalee nodded absently. He wouldn’t
stand a chance against the two vengeful Exorcists.
“That leaves the
rest of you to take care of the other Akuma—Level Threes and up. You can all do
it. We’ve been working on team maneuvers lately, so I’m sure you’ll be able to
work together really well.” Sadly, she turned to the soldiers and continued.
“We’re counting on you guys to take down the lower levels. If you concentrate
fire, you can take down Level Twos, but we’ll have Hok’ee, Michel, Rodrigo, and
Maya to assist you.”
The soldiers
saluted, showing their understanding with grim looks and frowns of
concentration. Lenalee nodded and moved on.
“Obviously, we
can’t plan everything, but if we keep to a general plan like this, then perhaps
we’ll come out on top. Road, you know your job.”
Road nodded. She
was going to get Faith and guard her.
Lenalee disbanded
the group. What they all needed to do now was practice, train, and run drills.
The Science Department was working tirelessly on better weapons, ways to
enhance the power of their Innocence. They were even creating tiny studs that
would act as golems. The little machines had gone out of manufacture after the
invention of cell phones, but during a battle like this, it wasn’t practical.
They needed people’s positions for tactical shifts and changes in orders.
Overall, though, she felt they were preparing as best they could. Perhaps they
would win. It was looking more likely by the day. As long as they stopped the
Level Six, though, Lenalee didn’t care who won.
---
February 2, 2014—Allen’s Ark
The days had gone
by quickly in a blur of training, planning, and sweat. Miranda had worked for
hours at a time just on holding the strongest time bubble she could create. She
was able to cover the entire Ark, though it was still quite weak, and it could
be knocked down at the simplest lapse of concentration. She didn’t know how she
would keep it up in the battle. Even if they evacuated all the people, it
wasn’t looking likely.
Miranda had
already come to the conclusion that they’d have to let some of the people die
if they wouldn’t get out on their own. They’d gone to the local authorities,
explaining what was going to happen and asking if they could please shut the
area down, but for some reason, the authorities had refused to believe them. It
seemed that, despite the Coalition’s overwhelming support, the actual people of
the world didn’t believe what was going on. They didn’t believe there was a war
going on. It wasn’t surprising, though. The same thing had happened back in
Miranda’s time. Years of government denial did that to people.
Lolek came up
behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck and leaning down to place a kiss
on her ear. She turned her head to look behind her, and he smiled.
“Worrying again?”
He asked softly, his crystalline blue eyes overflowing with concern.
“Yeah.
All those people are going to die, and I can’t do anything about it,” Miranda
explained.
“Hmmm… don’t worry
about it, mein Liebchen.
We’ll get them out,” he assured her, pressing a kiss to her cheek in a
comforting fashion.
Miranda blushed
slightly, but she continued, “I can’t open a hole in my Time Bubble to let them
out. It weakens the entire structure and collapses it almost immediately.
They’ll be stuck inside.”
“We can put them
with the soldiers, maybe even give them guns to shoot
with.”
“That’s not funny,
Lolek.”
“No, but the
soldiers will be able to protect them at least a little bit. Come, don’t think
about it anymore.”
Miranda nodded
reluctantly and turned fully so that she might embrace him. She really did love
him. Somewhere along the line, she’d forgotten the sharp details of Noise’s
face. They’d been replaced with Lolek’s. Somewhere
along the line, she’d forgotten Noise’s voice. All she could remember now was
the sweet, gentle smoothness of Lolek’s low tenor. It
soothed her into sleep, it stirred her into wakefulness. It was like her air
now, just as Noise’s deep voice had once been.
She could never fully
get over the death of her former fiancé, just as one could never truly forget a
first love, but she had Lolek now, and she loved him even more. Their
relationship was easy, just like breathing, and it felt just as good. She loved
how her heart pounded around him, how she was always comfortable in his arms,
how he made her forget to be polite, how he never judged her for her constant
apologies.
“Lolek, I loves you,” she said, smiling coyly at him. She meant to
lean in, kiss him lightly on his lips, but Lolek seemed to be of the same mind,
and their foreheads smacked together.
“I’m sorry!” They
exclaimed in unison, breaking off the apology to laugh. Lolek smiled down at
her, bringing his lips down to kiss her forehead.
“Shall we go back
to the room?” He asked, offering her his hand. She took it, allowing him to
pull her from the training room floor. They walked hand-in-hand back to Lolek’s room. Miranda hadn’t officially moved in, but she
did spend most of her nights there, simply lying with Lolek and most times
watching him sleep. He dreamt about Lolle a lot, and
it reminded her of how much she dreamt of Noise. Now, though, she was starting
to dream of him more. It made her happy, in a way that didn’t really make
sense, though it made her sad, too. She didn’t want to forget her time with
Noise, but she also didn’t want to dwell on it anymore.
They sat on the
bed, and Lolek opened his mouth, presumably to talk. Miranda didn’t want to
talk, though. She wanted Lolek. They hadn’t done more than engage in a few
innocent kisses recently, due to their heavy training schedules, and she wanted
to correct that. Because, lewd as it sometimes might be, Miranda liked kissing.
Lolek didn’t seem
to mind as she pushed him down, coming to lie on top of him. Actually, he made
an interested noise in the back of his throat that Miranda couldn’t quite
classify as a moan. He moved his hands from her back to her hair, pulling her
face closer.
Nibbling lightly
on his lower lip, she tugged at his shirt so that she could feel the soft
muscles of his chest. Lolek had been surprised at first at how forward Miranda
was in their physical relationship, but he failed to understand at the time
that she had been with Noise. Bless
the man’s heart, but he was the shyest thing she’d ever met, and she’d had to
make some changes in her personality just to get things going.
Lolek shifted, and
Miranda felt something on her leg. “Oh,” she said, breaking the contact between
their lips and pulling back. She put her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry!” She
felt her face burn with a heavy blush.
Lolek blushed too,
looking away. “Don’t be,” he mumbled, his cheeks positively glowing. “It felt…
good.”
Miranda made an
inquisitive noise and leaned over him again, reaching her hand down until it
was beneath his waistline. Lolek twitched against her.
“Miranda, what are
you trying to hint at?” He asked in a slightly strangled voice. She smiled down
at him.
“Darcy paid me a
visit last night,” she grinned.
“What?” Lolek
asked, sounding somewhat alarmed.
“He’s concerned that
you won’t… er… get
things going with me, as he put it. And it was his duty as the Condom
Fairy… to help me,” she explained haltingly, her face beet red and flaming.
“What?” Lolek
choked out. “You…?”
“I’m twenty-eight,
Lolek,” Miranda explained, looking deeply into his eyes despite the urge to
gaze anywhere else. “Neither Noise nor I was forward enough to actually do
anything. Of course I want to.”
“You’re… saying
you’ve never… before?”
Miranda rubbed her
hand slowly up and down. “Never.”
“Really?
You’re… very good at seduction.” He was breathless.
“You’re just
biased, Lolek,” she said, leaning down and kissing him lightly. She made to sit
back up, but Lolek wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer,
deepening the kiss again. “I’m sorry,” she breathed against his lips.
His hands were
wandering up the back of the light shirt she was wearing. “I’m sorry, too,” he
muttered, pulling her shirt off completely.
It was the first
time she’d ever felt completely at ease with someone, she thought as Lolek
touched her in places Noise had never dared. She arched
into his touch, losing herself in his grip. She gave back with caresses of her
own, and when he finally connected with her, she nearly melted from the
perfectness of it all.
---
A/N: Haha. Miranda’s a dirty girl :P Um… I’m pretty sure I had something else to say, but
I can’t remember it… :/ Oh, yes… THE WRITERS OF
INNOCENT RAIN PROMOTE SAFE SEX! SO GO BUY SOME CONDOMS! And remember: Cover your diddle then fiddle her middle! And also: Condomize then Sodomize. ;D
A/N 2: Yes,
that was a reference to Mean Girls you saw… Sorry for skipping over January,
but we didn’t want to pull a Stephenie Meyer and bore
you with all the waiting. It’s filler chapter enough as it is… Next chapter is
the beginning of the end :3
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