[oneshot] Clang, Clang
Title: Clang, Clang
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Lavi, mentions of others
Genre: Introspective
Words: 540
Notes: Assumes familiarity with recent chapters, but no real spoilers. Incidentally, I think I like writing Lavi because he's one of the few characters I feel comfortable playing fast and loose with curse words. That having been said, I should warn for casual swearing in this. ;)
For kay_willow, who gave me the prompt "crystal-type". >3
Crystal-type evaluations.
Yu was going to be all over that. Anything to get more stupendous than he already was.
For Lavi, it felt like fucking school. Not that he had ever actually attended a normal school in his life, but he'd read enough about them to have a pretty good idea of what they were like. And to know he really didn't want to go to one. Easier to learn French from going to France for a few years.
Moving to the new Headquarters had sucked from Day One. Too close to main HQ and swarming with Leverrier's goons. Allen never had a moment alone, Lenalee was constantly worrying about him, and Yu was constantly pissed about something in ways that usurped his earlier cantankerous-ity. The move had also marked the end of the longest chunk of time Lavi had ever spent in a single place in his life. Not even Bookman Headquarters -- or what passed as one -- had collectively captured as much of his time as the Tower near London had.
Two years. Going on three.
Lavi had had time to acquire things. Things that he would have put on shelves if he weren't terrified of the Panda finding out he had them. One of the hair clips that had been Lenalee's -- and Anita's before that. A button from Yu's uniform from when they'd all magically reappeared on the Ark. Though, to be honest, he was less afraid of the Panda finding out about that than he was of Yu finding out about it. The key he'd found while Kro had been fighting those freak show twins.
And, of course, that damned card he couldn't seem to bring himself to give back to Allen.
He felt like a guy he'd seen on the road one time in Albania. A traveling salesman, with his entire world in this cart that overflowed so badly that he had shit dragging from the back, clang-clanging along as he walked. At the time, Lavi had scoffed, thinking the guy was really going to be in trouble if someone ever robbed him. Or if a landslide made off with his cart.
Bookman had used that salesman-cum-rover-cum-wandering homeless man as a lesson in shunning material goods. He'd broken out the lecturing voice when Lavi -- though he had been somewhere into his thirtieth name at the time -- had spent more than the customary half second considering the man.
Sometimes he felt like he had cans tied to his ankles. And all his attachments were rattling along with every step he took.
Bookman was anxious in this new Headquarters. Only ten years -- at least -- of association with the old bastard let Lavi see it. Whether it was from General Cross Marian's cryptic comments before he disappeared, or if it was from their longer-than-usual association was anyone's guess.
The Panda wanted to move on.
Because Lavi had cans tied to his ankles.
Clang-clanging in the hallways.
He wasn't supposed to get close to his Innocence.
But he'd openly defied the Panda when Komui had come to him with the order from On High.
Clang-clang.
Sooner or later, he was going to sound like a fucking train.
And he wasn't sure he cared.
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Lavi, mentions of others
Genre: Introspective
Words: 540
Notes: Assumes familiarity with recent chapters, but no real spoilers. Incidentally, I think I like writing Lavi because he's one of the few characters I feel comfortable playing fast and loose with curse words. That having been said, I should warn for casual swearing in this. ;)
For kay_willow, who gave me the prompt "crystal-type". >3
Crystal-type evaluations.
Yu was going to be all over that. Anything to get more stupendous than he already was.
For Lavi, it felt like fucking school. Not that he had ever actually attended a normal school in his life, but he'd read enough about them to have a pretty good idea of what they were like. And to know he really didn't want to go to one. Easier to learn French from going to France for a few years.
Moving to the new Headquarters had sucked from Day One. Too close to main HQ and swarming with Leverrier's goons. Allen never had a moment alone, Lenalee was constantly worrying about him, and Yu was constantly pissed about something in ways that usurped his earlier cantankerous-ity. The move had also marked the end of the longest chunk of time Lavi had ever spent in a single place in his life. Not even Bookman Headquarters -- or what passed as one -- had collectively captured as much of his time as the Tower near London had.
Two years. Going on three.
Lavi had had time to acquire things. Things that he would have put on shelves if he weren't terrified of the Panda finding out he had them. One of the hair clips that had been Lenalee's -- and Anita's before that. A button from Yu's uniform from when they'd all magically reappeared on the Ark. Though, to be honest, he was less afraid of the Panda finding out about that than he was of Yu finding out about it. The key he'd found while Kro had been fighting those freak show twins.
And, of course, that damned card he couldn't seem to bring himself to give back to Allen.
He felt like a guy he'd seen on the road one time in Albania. A traveling salesman, with his entire world in this cart that overflowed so badly that he had shit dragging from the back, clang-clanging along as he walked. At the time, Lavi had scoffed, thinking the guy was really going to be in trouble if someone ever robbed him. Or if a landslide made off with his cart.
Bookman had used that salesman-cum-rover-cum-wandering homeless man as a lesson in shunning material goods. He'd broken out the lecturing voice when Lavi -- though he had been somewhere into his thirtieth name at the time -- had spent more than the customary half second considering the man.
Sometimes he felt like he had cans tied to his ankles. And all his attachments were rattling along with every step he took.
Bookman was anxious in this new Headquarters. Only ten years -- at least -- of association with the old bastard let Lavi see it. Whether it was from General Cross Marian's cryptic comments before he disappeared, or if it was from their longer-than-usual association was anyone's guess.
The Panda wanted to move on.
Because Lavi had cans tied to his ankles.
Clang-clanging in the hallways.
He wasn't supposed to get close to his Innocence.
But he'd openly defied the Panda when Komui had come to him with the order from On High.
Clang-clang.
Sooner or later, he was going to sound like a fucking train.
And he wasn't sure he cared.