D.grayman;Tiki Mick/Allen Walker, #13 - Virtual Reality or Dreams
Author: dancevdragon
Title: Dreams of the past and future
Theme and Number: 13 - Virtual Reality or Dreams
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 mentioned violence, symbolism, thoughts of murder, and smoking and unbetaed.
Fandom: D.grayman
Pairing: Tiki Mick/Allen Walker
Rating: Pg-13; Just for safety sake.
Word count: 946
Summary: Allen recovers slowly dreaming of the past and dodging questions about it. Tiki Mick decides to find out what the boy is not telling him.
Allen slept a lot, something Tiki had expected. He was recovering faster than most humans, but still terribly slow compared to a Noah. He would sleep fitfully on colder nights, tossing and turning in the sheets while a thin sheen of sweat coated his brow. The boy dodged questions about it. He was wary of Tiki but that wasn’t why he avoided the subject like the plague.
Tiki Mick chalked it up to something that Allen would never tell anyone. That was fine with him, everyone had their secrets.
Some people were just better at hiding theirs than others.
He leaned back in a chair and studied his sleeping companion quietly. From what the Noah could see the exorcist was getting a healthier color to his skin again. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that but then again, he was coaxing an enemy back to full health. Technically if the Earl revived tomorrow Tiki could be considered a traitor. He ignored his instincts that were screaming at him to murder the boy in his sleep.
It was not as strong as it used to be, but he could still hear its cry. He had to wonder how strong Skin’s instincts had been. From an outside point of view he could say it looked like Noah’s memory of anger utterly consumed what Skin had once been. Tiki could admit to himself that was why he was so lazy in helping with the plan before. He refused to be swallowed up by the memories of his ancestor.
It was death, the kind you wouldn’t wish on anyone. He surmised that he would exist within himself but would be forced to watch that the memory of Noah did. He was far from thrilled with the idea hence his subtle rebellion of a sorts. The dark haired man tapped out the ashes from the end of his cigarette and watched the exorcist toss in the bed. He let his gaze sweep the slumbering boy’s face in the quiet.
He was currently using his day off to observe and possibly piece together what the child wasn’t telling him. Tiki didn’t call it spying more like an afternoon’s study.
Whatever Allen let slip could have been caught by accident.
He certainly would lie through his teeth and say so. The Noah released a puff of smoke and wondered if he should fall back on the habits of the bored smokers. Then again he’d already perfected a way to get two smoke rings out of one drag of his cigarette so it really wouldn’t pass the time all that well. Tiki could get up and go nap himself like he tended to on such days but he might miss something.
Allen was something interesting, like an irregular pack of cards or strange book. He walked on regardless of how soul weary he might be. No matter how many times he was defeated, he got right back up. The exorcist’s body took more punishment than anyone else Tiki knew to be a foe. Yet he plowed on ignoring the pain and coming after his targets like a hurricane set loose.
It was because of that boundless strength of will that Tiki had even begun to be serious about the Earl’s plans. He wanted to be the one to crush that look of determination in the child’s eyes. To break the one the Earl had secretly feared because the exorcist was born for one reason would have been sheer ecstasy.
But the teenager had climbed higher and fought harder transforming from a kitten into a raging lion. Like some exorcists on the field when in a life or death situation he rose to greater strength.
Unknowingly in his efforts to send the child that seemed the false God’s chosen, Tiki had handed the boy the keys to his destiny.
They couldn’t play the game of cards like they had that one time. And back then they had danced upon the chess board of war, moving to that timeless aspect of humanity that would never go away. White and black, the secret King in the light and the Knight of Shadows were their identities in that point of time. What they were now was anyone’s guess.
The Noah stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray and reached out quietly. For a moment he gripped the teenager’s neck and considered finishing their game that seemed to be never ending. He peered at the other and felt the slow beat of Allen’s heart trapped by his fingers.
It would be so easy to take the life of the exorcist that had torn his claws through the Earl.
He let go just as silently as he had grabbed the sleeping boy’s throat. To Tiki it would be cheating to strike now while Allen was down.
Besides, the boy had won the war and triumphed.
Their game could continue in a different fashion, not with life and death, but something else. Perhaps at last they could return to the simple shuffle of a deck and the cheating they both had perfected. It would have a new flare to it with all that had happened between them.
He smiled to himself as he considered prodding the boy to start rehabilitating his injured hand. He’d given it enough time, now the teenager needed to start getting back on his feet. The Noah would make sure to pester him until he started too. If he couldn’t kill the kid, he certainly was going to make Allen get off his lazy little ass and get better.
While the exorcist dreamed of the past, the other peered into what the future may hold.
Title: Dreams of the past and future
Theme and Number: 13 - Virtual Reality or Dreams
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 mentioned violence, symbolism, thoughts of murder, and smoking and unbetaed.
Fandom: D.grayman
Pairing: Tiki Mick/Allen Walker
Rating: Pg-13; Just for safety sake.
Word count: 946
Summary: Allen recovers slowly dreaming of the past and dodging questions about it. Tiki Mick decides to find out what the boy is not telling him.
Allen slept a lot, something Tiki had expected. He was recovering faster than most humans, but still terribly slow compared to a Noah. He would sleep fitfully on colder nights, tossing and turning in the sheets while a thin sheen of sweat coated his brow. The boy dodged questions about it. He was wary of Tiki but that wasn’t why he avoided the subject like the plague.
Tiki Mick chalked it up to something that Allen would never tell anyone. That was fine with him, everyone had their secrets.
Some people were just better at hiding theirs than others.
He leaned back in a chair and studied his sleeping companion quietly. From what the Noah could see the exorcist was getting a healthier color to his skin again. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that but then again, he was coaxing an enemy back to full health. Technically if the Earl revived tomorrow Tiki could be considered a traitor. He ignored his instincts that were screaming at him to murder the boy in his sleep.
It was not as strong as it used to be, but he could still hear its cry. He had to wonder how strong Skin’s instincts had been. From an outside point of view he could say it looked like Noah’s memory of anger utterly consumed what Skin had once been. Tiki could admit to himself that was why he was so lazy in helping with the plan before. He refused to be swallowed up by the memories of his ancestor.
It was death, the kind you wouldn’t wish on anyone. He surmised that he would exist within himself but would be forced to watch that the memory of Noah did. He was far from thrilled with the idea hence his subtle rebellion of a sorts. The dark haired man tapped out the ashes from the end of his cigarette and watched the exorcist toss in the bed. He let his gaze sweep the slumbering boy’s face in the quiet.
He was currently using his day off to observe and possibly piece together what the child wasn’t telling him. Tiki didn’t call it spying more like an afternoon’s study.
Whatever Allen let slip could have been caught by accident.
He certainly would lie through his teeth and say so. The Noah released a puff of smoke and wondered if he should fall back on the habits of the bored smokers. Then again he’d already perfected a way to get two smoke rings out of one drag of his cigarette so it really wouldn’t pass the time all that well. Tiki could get up and go nap himself like he tended to on such days but he might miss something.
Allen was something interesting, like an irregular pack of cards or strange book. He walked on regardless of how soul weary he might be. No matter how many times he was defeated, he got right back up. The exorcist’s body took more punishment than anyone else Tiki knew to be a foe. Yet he plowed on ignoring the pain and coming after his targets like a hurricane set loose.
It was because of that boundless strength of will that Tiki had even begun to be serious about the Earl’s plans. He wanted to be the one to crush that look of determination in the child’s eyes. To break the one the Earl had secretly feared because the exorcist was born for one reason would have been sheer ecstasy.
But the teenager had climbed higher and fought harder transforming from a kitten into a raging lion. Like some exorcists on the field when in a life or death situation he rose to greater strength.
Unknowingly in his efforts to send the child that seemed the false God’s chosen, Tiki had handed the boy the keys to his destiny.
They couldn’t play the game of cards like they had that one time. And back then they had danced upon the chess board of war, moving to that timeless aspect of humanity that would never go away. White and black, the secret King in the light and the Knight of Shadows were their identities in that point of time. What they were now was anyone’s guess.
The Noah stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray and reached out quietly. For a moment he gripped the teenager’s neck and considered finishing their game that seemed to be never ending. He peered at the other and felt the slow beat of Allen’s heart trapped by his fingers.
It would be so easy to take the life of the exorcist that had torn his claws through the Earl.
He let go just as silently as he had grabbed the sleeping boy’s throat. To Tiki it would be cheating to strike now while Allen was down.
Besides, the boy had won the war and triumphed.
Their game could continue in a different fashion, not with life and death, but something else. Perhaps at last they could return to the simple shuffle of a deck and the cheating they both had perfected. It would have a new flare to it with all that had happened between them.
He smiled to himself as he considered prodding the boy to start rehabilitating his injured hand. He’d given it enough time, now the teenager needed to start getting back on his feet. The Noah would make sure to pester him until he started too. If he couldn’t kill the kid, he certainly was going to make Allen get off his lazy little ass and get better.
While the exorcist dreamed of the past, the other peered into what the future may hold.