DGM, "His Never Home"
There's bound to be some tension when you have to live captive in a house with a general, a monster, and a ghost.
Warnings: Spoilers about the 14th. Theories about the 14th. Theories about Lavi.
Kinda follows His Borrowed Toys and His Broken Remnants. For apapazukamori~
.his never home.
Lavi was reading a newspaper from twenty-eight years ago. It didn't provide him with much in the way of news, but it certainly offered perspective and daily minutiae in a way that Bookman's records didn't. And there was nothing else to do in this decrepit abandoned house: make his own records, memorize it all, so that just in case the old man didn't have to get himself a new apprentice before this was over, he'd at least have gained some valuable information out of it.
He didn't hear anything, just footsteps as Walker stepped quick to the window, and stood there staring out.
"An akuma," he said, cold as winter, and gray eyes twice as cruel. Lavi glanced up, his heart stopping for a brief moment as the idea processed.
An akuma? The akuma wanted him. He was the Heart. So...
Walker was already swinging back around, heading for the door of the room, when Cross said, "Wait, for Christ's sake. She's one of mine."
Then there was a pause, and Walker turned around to stare at him, so flat that he could be nothing other than furious. "You didn't think to ask my permission?" he asked. "Her life is forfeit."
"Wait, I said--!" Cross snapped, storming over to him.
Lavi hopped up out of his chair, holding up hands placatingly. "Hey, can we all breathe for a damn second?" Watching Allen and his Master face off in some primal, alpha male way was creepy. "What's the big deal about a modified akuma?"
He was rather hoping that sanity would prevail. He could really use someone like Chomesuke right now; a kinder presence, someone benevolent and sympathetic and (bizarrely enough) someone human -- as opposed to the sly Noah and the bastard General.
"She's still connected to the Earl," Walker told him, not yielding even a fraction of his challenging stare at Cross. "If she knows we're here, if she knows you're here, then the Earl can know. And once she sees you, who's to say she won't be overcome with his command to destroy you?"
"Are you doubting my experiments--"
"Hey," Lavi interrupted again. He was no good at this peace-keeping business, but the tension in the house had very abruptly come to a boil, and if no one else was going to handle it... "Real easy fix, guys. We won't let her see me. I'll hide. Okay?"
There was a beat before some of the hostility eased out of the air, and he let out a relieved breath. Walker's gaze fixed on him. "You shouldn't have to hide. It's your house, too."
Being held captive here doesn't make it my house, you bastard. Lavi smiled easily. "I don't mind. Reading in the parlor, reading up in the bedroom, who cares? It's all the same reading. Anyway, she might have vital intel or something. Killing her off-hand because of something she might do is unnecessary."
Cross put his cigarette to his mouth and puffed indifferently when the Noah looked over at him, evaluating. Finally, Walker said, "If you insist, Lavi," and smiled with sweet fondness.
So he never got to meet the akuma, and she never came back. And everyone pretended that life went on as usual.
Warnings: Spoilers about the 14th. Theories about the 14th. Theories about Lavi.
Kinda follows His Borrowed Toys and His Broken Remnants. For apapazukamori~
.his never home.
Lavi was reading a newspaper from twenty-eight years ago. It didn't provide him with much in the way of news, but it certainly offered perspective and daily minutiae in a way that Bookman's records didn't. And there was nothing else to do in this decrepit abandoned house: make his own records, memorize it all, so that just in case the old man didn't have to get himself a new apprentice before this was over, he'd at least have gained some valuable information out of it.
He didn't hear anything, just footsteps as Walker stepped quick to the window, and stood there staring out.
"An akuma," he said, cold as winter, and gray eyes twice as cruel. Lavi glanced up, his heart stopping for a brief moment as the idea processed.
An akuma? The akuma wanted him. He was the Heart. So...
Walker was already swinging back around, heading for the door of the room, when Cross said, "Wait, for Christ's sake. She's one of mine."
Then there was a pause, and Walker turned around to stare at him, so flat that he could be nothing other than furious. "You didn't think to ask my permission?" he asked. "Her life is forfeit."
"Wait, I said--!" Cross snapped, storming over to him.
Lavi hopped up out of his chair, holding up hands placatingly. "Hey, can we all breathe for a damn second?" Watching Allen and his Master face off in some primal, alpha male way was creepy. "What's the big deal about a modified akuma?"
He was rather hoping that sanity would prevail. He could really use someone like Chomesuke right now; a kinder presence, someone benevolent and sympathetic and (bizarrely enough) someone human -- as opposed to the sly Noah and the bastard General.
"She's still connected to the Earl," Walker told him, not yielding even a fraction of his challenging stare at Cross. "If she knows we're here, if she knows you're here, then the Earl can know. And once she sees you, who's to say she won't be overcome with his command to destroy you?"
"Are you doubting my experiments--"
"Hey," Lavi interrupted again. He was no good at this peace-keeping business, but the tension in the house had very abruptly come to a boil, and if no one else was going to handle it... "Real easy fix, guys. We won't let her see me. I'll hide. Okay?"
There was a beat before some of the hostility eased out of the air, and he let out a relieved breath. Walker's gaze fixed on him. "You shouldn't have to hide. It's your house, too."
Being held captive here doesn't make it my house, you bastard. Lavi smiled easily. "I don't mind. Reading in the parlor, reading up in the bedroom, who cares? It's all the same reading. Anyway, she might have vital intel or something. Killing her off-hand because of something she might do is unnecessary."
Cross put his cigarette to his mouth and puffed indifferently when the Noah looked over at him, evaluating. Finally, Walker said, "If you insist, Lavi," and smiled with sweet fondness.
So he never got to meet the akuma, and she never came back. And everyone pretended that life went on as usual.