-.Because Crow-Chan Needs Love Too!.-
Ok. Yeah. I have this little thing...that I wrote because...
I honestly think that Crowley is adorable. I don't know WHY~ I just do. And so. He needs love. And I wrote this little thingy-- because I could!
But first. A warning! D<
If you haven't read chapter 70 of the manga you will be SPOILED!! So don't read it if you haven't! D<
I don't wanna get yelled at so there it is. You warning. And now. Onto other things! =D
Title: Habits
Pairing: Dangerously Light - Crowley x Rabi
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. And if they were~ I wouldn't change anything about them-- I'd just kick them out of denial. x3
Summary: Rabi recalls a certain event on a certain day.
There were moments where Rabi would find himself doing it~ he didn’t know why, and he was sure that he didn’t catch himself half the time. It was an idle action, something he just did and he really had no way in explaining it to anybody on earth as it would sound…odd.
It didn’t matter where he was, or what people were saying. He could be reading. Listening to Allen demand that Kanda start referring to him as his real name rather than ‘moyashi’. Wondering why Komui was sobbing on his sister about getting married without telling him first~ there were a number of things that would cause him to do it. Hell, he’d even done it at dinner once-and was thankful that nobody noticed for the sake of an awkward conversation that would surely come.
To him, he wondered if he was becoming obsessed. It was a possibility…
Maybe.
Fine. Maybe.
Probably.
The chances were high.
Wouldn’t dare to put any money on it.
Nah uh.
These small, innocent thoughts of obsession had caused him to do it again, right there in front of everybody in the ‘comfy room’. He’d been sitting on the couch, one or four books about him when he’d raised his hand to touch at his neck, fingers moving lightly to trace at the scars there. Doing so brought back memories from that day.
That entire day sucked.
He smiled. Yeah. ‘Sucked’ was indeed the right word.
He’d never been so scared in his life, and he was sure that he was dead the moment that the bullet had hit him. It was a really shitty set-up. Get shot. Hit the water…either suffocate or turn into powder. It had hurt, he’d be really lying to say that it hadn’t. Not only because he had a hole in his shoulder-but the infection itself. It burned as it spread, even as he began to sink it burned like Hell. It was as if he could feel the stars melting into place, each one being more like a second ticking by to end his life.
He was so sure that he was going to die.
That was going to be it. The end of Rabi. Ka’poof. Never to become to Bookman’s successor, never nothing. He was going to die, and let all of his friends down.
…Or that was what was going through his mind at the time. So caught up in his thoughts of death that he didn’t feel his arm being grabbed-he didn’t even feel the set of teeth sink into his skin. His body burned, and that’s all that he could care about.
But then…
Then everything was suddenly fine. Sure, he’d been dropped onto the ship like a recently caught fish~ but he was fine. A little dizzy, but he wasn’t looking like a spilled pixi-stick…
“…Rabi?”
A blink, and Rabi tried not to scream. Caught up in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Allen creep up on him, eyes full of concern.
“Yes, bean?” He watched the corner of Allen’s eye twitch slightly, but his concern still lingered.
“Are you alright? Does your neck hurt?”
Rabi. Immediately. Dropped. His. Hand.
“Huh? What? No, no! I’m fine, you silly bean!” Reaching the hand out to offer a light pat to that white hair. “I’m fine, really. Just thinkin’.”
“Thinking?” Allen smirked some. “That doesn’t sound like you. Maybe we should haul you down to Komui~ see if you’re alright.”
Oh. How easy it was to use that man’s name as a blood chiller.
“No, no! I’m fine. I’m FINE. No need for drilling and needles! I told you, I was just pondering over something. Now go. Shoo, bean. Wander away and focus on growing~ I know! To the kitchen! Milk. Milk is good!”
As he said this, he stood and began pushing Allen out of the room, ignoring the small sputters and angry mutters about him being short. Not a moment later, he had practically thrown poor Allen into the kitchen, his body nearly knocking Kanda over in the process.
“…What are you idiots do-“
“Bean needs milk. Bye!” And idiot grin and a smile…and Rabi was gone, Allen waving a fist and Kanda already moving to draw Mugen. They’d be fine, right? Sure. Of course they would~ because Allen had his amazing boo-boo-kitty-face!
Sure that Allen was safe in some way; he then made his way back into the ‘comfy room’, hand again rising to rub at the spot. He steps came to a quick halt when he looked up to make sure that there wasn’t a bunch of people in there now. There wasn’t too many. In fact, there was only one.
Crowley was sitting on the back of the couch, one of Rabi’s books in his hands as if he had been flipping through it. He’d looked up the moment Rabi entered- studying him lightly and making Rabi want to fidget about. He didn’t know why, he just wanted to-maybe it had something to do with the fact that Crowley had caught him doing the whole neck thing…or maybe it was because they were alone in a room or something stupid like that.
All he knew was that Crowley was smiling at him kindly.
And he couldn’t help but return the gesture.
-Small yay.-
I might add on to this~ or I might write other things. I dunno. D: We'll see.