D.grayman;Tiki Mick/Allen Walker, #6 - Celebrate or Holidays
Author: dancevdragon
Title: Enemies in coexistance
Theme and Number: #6. Celebrate or Holidays
Genres: General, AU
Warnings/Disclaimers: I don't own D.gray-man, no profit is being made off of this either. Strictly for entertainment. Warnings for swearing, slightly disturbing mental images, near nudity, smoking, and unbetaed.
Fandom: D.grayman
Pairing: Tiki Mick/Allen Walker
Rating: Pg-13; Just for safety sake.
Word count: 1,445
Summary: The war is over and Allen Walker seems to have disappeared with it. This isn't true though, he is in the hands of the most unlikely of saviors; Tiki Mick.
He felt light headed. Everything was painted in strange colors behind his shut eyelids.
The pain of the last few hours was gone replaced with a void of any real feeling.
Allen stirred faintly trying to lift a hand and after a few moments succeeded. It was then all the agony of the previous battle and what happened came rushing back to him. He gritted his teeth as his nerves told him how unwise even thinking of moving was. After a few moments, the exorcist dared to open his eyes. The cursed one refused to open, but the right responded. He had to shut it again for a moment because the light was too bright.
The boy peered about once his eye adjusted to the light.
It was a shabby and run down looking room with the window open to let in a fresh breeze. The ceiling was cracked but holding well enough, which didn’t bother Allen any. He was used to such problems. It seemed fairly clean as if it was used rarely. He swallowed as he turned his head a little to get a better look. The exorcist was in a four post bed with some wool blankets draped over him besides the sheets that came up to his shoulders.
He was careful to check his injuries and see if anything was missed. He was clean of all the dirt and grime from the battle before, which surprised him. Allen patted at the fresh bandages before noting his state of dress with a frown. Just a long white night shirt that buttoned up the front; his exorcist coat and the rest of his clothes were missing. At least he had boxers on too. The shirt was far too big to be one of his, considering it covered his knees. Not that he had any plans of moving right now.
The faint scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the air, which could explain the window being open. Then again it just could be to let in some fresh air, who knew.
He eyed the shut door warily as he tried to sit up. It was a bad idea and Allen instantly regretted it. He really hoped that whimper wasn’t from him, it sounded weak and pained. Considering the battle he’d fought was the last one of the entire war, it was to be expected he would have been through the ringer. The boy breathed slowly to push away the screaming pain as he leaned back against the headboard. If someone wanted him to move further they could go to hell.
“You’re as stubborn as always lad.”
Allen jumped and tried not to show what that cost him as he looked at the now open door. He tensed up and growled low at the dark haired Noah in the doorway. “You, what do you want?” He tried to puff up a bit to look bigger much like any cat or kitten would. To be honest the exorcist’s action had the opposite effect.
Not that Tiki would say anything about it. He leaned on the doorframe and tried too look as fit as he usually did. He could only be thankful that even though the Earl was dead, his swift healing wasn’t gone. His powers might be less, but that one ability was a treasure he wasn’t willing to give up. It was embarrassing as hell that he had been reduced to this state though. The Noah shook his head faintly as he pushed away from the doorway and stepped into the room. “This is how you treat the one who saved your life?”
Really the kid was so rude, hadn’t anyone taught him manners? But it could just be how he responded to enemies, not that they were such anymore. …Okay they were but it didn’t matter anymore.
The dark skinned man dug out his pack of cigarettes and a lit one in the silence. He’d let the boy digest that information for a moment. He hooked a chair with a foot and dragged it over before flopping in it. Hey it was his house; he’d do what he wanted.
The exorcist tried not to scoot away when Tiki sat down. He couldn’t help but move just a little though. He chewed on his lower lip nervously as he studied the other. Allen noted just how tired the Noah looked and felt his confusion grow. Why the hell would Tiki Mick bother to save his miserable hide? “…Why?”
He expected that question the moment he’d spoken. Tiki shifted as he took a heavy drag on his cigarette. “Why not? The war is over, you won. Why should I let you have a heroic death when you can suffer living in the aftermath like the rest of us?” He exhaled the smoke he’d drawn in as he turned his gaze on the boy. He was used to collecting strays actually, it was a built in reaction to a boy bleeding his life away trapped under a pile of rubble.
He felt like some old grandma that saved drowning kittens all the time. The difference from before was that he used to have a knife hidden behind his back. With the Earl gone, that knife was dull and barely useable now. Tiki tried not to picture himself as a defanged and clawless tiger. It would only depress him further right now. He’d be damned if he was going to look like someone shot his dog in front of a damn exorcist.
Allen didn’t know what to say to that. So he just nodded and tried not to look uncomfortable under the other’s gold stare. “…Thank you.” He breathed out finally as he looked away from the Noah sitting by the bed. “…But can I have my pants back?”
The Noah cracked an amused smile as he leaned back in his chair. “Can’t give them back to you lad, they were all torn up and bloody. Face it, all of your clothes were beyond saving, be glad one of the others had boxers in your size.” He shouldn’t be finding entertainment in this, he really shouldn’t. Yes he should.
The boy squeaked and stared at the dark haired smoker. It was one thing to be near naked; it was another to be wearing another guy’s boxers. Oh his dignity was so gone right now. He didn’t think he could even save it either. Allen sighed as he scratched at the bandages over his left eye. “Whose shirt is this?” He might as well find out everything, it saved him from wanting to slam his face into the nearest table repeatedly more than once.
Tiki couldn’t resist the smirk as he rested his chin in one palm. “Mine.” He stated casually as if he was just talking about the weather.
Allen decided very quietly he was dead and this was hell. It just had to be to put him through this. He sank back against the pillow and shut his eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit him. “I’d ask one other burning question, but I know the answer already. I just hope you’re suffering like I am right now.” He didn’t hide the hostile edge to his voice as he flicked his gaze to the other.
The Noah leaned back in his chair with a faint blink. The kid refused to back down even while injured and in his presence? He moved as fast as his still healing body would allow and wrapped his hand about the other’s neck. “It would take one move and you’d be dead exorcist. Don’t press your luck.” If the Earl was still alive he would be recovered already, it was frustrating he was still aching and wounds could reopen right now.
The white haired boy stared at Tiki, but there wasn’t any real fear in his eyes, just exhaustion. He was tired and in such state he’d lashed out. He wasn’t submitting as he snagged in the other’s grip. No, Allen was just nodding in apology and shutting his eye.
He let go of the cursed exorcist quietly and studied him carefully. “Get some sleep, lad.” The Noah breathed quietly with a faint shake of his head. “You’re still too tired to talk rationally.” He rose to his feet and stubbed out the remains of the cigarette in the ashtray by the window. Tiki wasn’t about to admit he was just as tired for once. He watched the boy nod and lay back down before he stepped out and shut the door behind him.
He still didn’t have an answer for why he saved the kid from certain death. Not one that satisfied him at least.
Title: Enemies in coexistance
Theme and Number: #6. Celebrate or Holidays
Genres: General, AU
Warnings/Disclaimers: I don't own D.gray-man, no profit is being made off of this either. Strictly for entertainment. Warnings for swearing, slightly disturbing mental images, near nudity, smoking, and unbetaed.
Fandom: D.grayman
Pairing: Tiki Mick/Allen Walker
Rating: Pg-13; Just for safety sake.
Word count: 1,445
Summary: The war is over and Allen Walker seems to have disappeared with it. This isn't true though, he is in the hands of the most unlikely of saviors; Tiki Mick.
He felt light headed. Everything was painted in strange colors behind his shut eyelids.
The pain of the last few hours was gone replaced with a void of any real feeling.
Allen stirred faintly trying to lift a hand and after a few moments succeeded. It was then all the agony of the previous battle and what happened came rushing back to him. He gritted his teeth as his nerves told him how unwise even thinking of moving was. After a few moments, the exorcist dared to open his eyes. The cursed one refused to open, but the right responded. He had to shut it again for a moment because the light was too bright.
The boy peered about once his eye adjusted to the light.
It was a shabby and run down looking room with the window open to let in a fresh breeze. The ceiling was cracked but holding well enough, which didn’t bother Allen any. He was used to such problems. It seemed fairly clean as if it was used rarely. He swallowed as he turned his head a little to get a better look. The exorcist was in a four post bed with some wool blankets draped over him besides the sheets that came up to his shoulders.
He was careful to check his injuries and see if anything was missed. He was clean of all the dirt and grime from the battle before, which surprised him. Allen patted at the fresh bandages before noting his state of dress with a frown. Just a long white night shirt that buttoned up the front; his exorcist coat and the rest of his clothes were missing. At least he had boxers on too. The shirt was far too big to be one of his, considering it covered his knees. Not that he had any plans of moving right now.
The faint scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the air, which could explain the window being open. Then again it just could be to let in some fresh air, who knew.
He eyed the shut door warily as he tried to sit up. It was a bad idea and Allen instantly regretted it. He really hoped that whimper wasn’t from him, it sounded weak and pained. Considering the battle he’d fought was the last one of the entire war, it was to be expected he would have been through the ringer. The boy breathed slowly to push away the screaming pain as he leaned back against the headboard. If someone wanted him to move further they could go to hell.
“You’re as stubborn as always lad.”
Allen jumped and tried not to show what that cost him as he looked at the now open door. He tensed up and growled low at the dark haired Noah in the doorway. “You, what do you want?” He tried to puff up a bit to look bigger much like any cat or kitten would. To be honest the exorcist’s action had the opposite effect.
Not that Tiki would say anything about it. He leaned on the doorframe and tried too look as fit as he usually did. He could only be thankful that even though the Earl was dead, his swift healing wasn’t gone. His powers might be less, but that one ability was a treasure he wasn’t willing to give up. It was embarrassing as hell that he had been reduced to this state though. The Noah shook his head faintly as he pushed away from the doorway and stepped into the room. “This is how you treat the one who saved your life?”
Really the kid was so rude, hadn’t anyone taught him manners? But it could just be how he responded to enemies, not that they were such anymore. …Okay they were but it didn’t matter anymore.
The dark skinned man dug out his pack of cigarettes and a lit one in the silence. He’d let the boy digest that information for a moment. He hooked a chair with a foot and dragged it over before flopping in it. Hey it was his house; he’d do what he wanted.
The exorcist tried not to scoot away when Tiki sat down. He couldn’t help but move just a little though. He chewed on his lower lip nervously as he studied the other. Allen noted just how tired the Noah looked and felt his confusion grow. Why the hell would Tiki Mick bother to save his miserable hide? “…Why?”
He expected that question the moment he’d spoken. Tiki shifted as he took a heavy drag on his cigarette. “Why not? The war is over, you won. Why should I let you have a heroic death when you can suffer living in the aftermath like the rest of us?” He exhaled the smoke he’d drawn in as he turned his gaze on the boy. He was used to collecting strays actually, it was a built in reaction to a boy bleeding his life away trapped under a pile of rubble.
He felt like some old grandma that saved drowning kittens all the time. The difference from before was that he used to have a knife hidden behind his back. With the Earl gone, that knife was dull and barely useable now. Tiki tried not to picture himself as a defanged and clawless tiger. It would only depress him further right now. He’d be damned if he was going to look like someone shot his dog in front of a damn exorcist.
Allen didn’t know what to say to that. So he just nodded and tried not to look uncomfortable under the other’s gold stare. “…Thank you.” He breathed out finally as he looked away from the Noah sitting by the bed. “…But can I have my pants back?”
The Noah cracked an amused smile as he leaned back in his chair. “Can’t give them back to you lad, they were all torn up and bloody. Face it, all of your clothes were beyond saving, be glad one of the others had boxers in your size.” He shouldn’t be finding entertainment in this, he really shouldn’t. Yes he should.
The boy squeaked and stared at the dark haired smoker. It was one thing to be near naked; it was another to be wearing another guy’s boxers. Oh his dignity was so gone right now. He didn’t think he could even save it either. Allen sighed as he scratched at the bandages over his left eye. “Whose shirt is this?” He might as well find out everything, it saved him from wanting to slam his face into the nearest table repeatedly more than once.
Tiki couldn’t resist the smirk as he rested his chin in one palm. “Mine.” He stated casually as if he was just talking about the weather.
Allen decided very quietly he was dead and this was hell. It just had to be to put him through this. He sank back against the pillow and shut his eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit him. “I’d ask one other burning question, but I know the answer already. I just hope you’re suffering like I am right now.” He didn’t hide the hostile edge to his voice as he flicked his gaze to the other.
The Noah leaned back in his chair with a faint blink. The kid refused to back down even while injured and in his presence? He moved as fast as his still healing body would allow and wrapped his hand about the other’s neck. “It would take one move and you’d be dead exorcist. Don’t press your luck.” If the Earl was still alive he would be recovered already, it was frustrating he was still aching and wounds could reopen right now.
The white haired boy stared at Tiki, but there wasn’t any real fear in his eyes, just exhaustion. He was tired and in such state he’d lashed out. He wasn’t submitting as he snagged in the other’s grip. No, Allen was just nodding in apology and shutting his eye.
He let go of the cursed exorcist quietly and studied him carefully. “Get some sleep, lad.” The Noah breathed quietly with a faint shake of his head. “You’re still too tired to talk rationally.” He rose to his feet and stubbed out the remains of the cigarette in the ashtray by the window. Tiki wasn’t about to admit he was just as tired for once. He watched the boy nod and lay back down before he stepped out and shut the door behind him.
He still didn’t have an answer for why he saved the kid from certain death. Not one that satisfied him at least.