[Fic] Pressure 0/?
Yes this is what you think it is. :3
Chapter Title: And the Phone Goes Ring
Fandom: D. Gray Man
Pairing: eventual LaviYuu, Rhode x Allen, Tyki x Lavi, Cross x Allen, and way too many others to list atm
Rating: T for most chapters, but M for a few later on.
Summary: If it were simple enough to save someone, they would already be saved. If it were simple enough to say 'I'll protect you', then they would already be protected. Well. Life isn't like that. Too bad--get over it.
A/N: Yes I finally got my a** up and edited this. Or rather-not really edited, but more like rewrote. Beats me what I was on when I wrote it, but listening to the song I that originally motivated me to write this (Just Like a Pill, Cascada’s version)-well. I’m still not sure but-this is my attempt at making events a bit clearer, and everything just generally better. I can tell you two things right now-Rewrites are absolutely evil and I don’t think I’ll add in any plot changes (for those reading it on FF.net), but if I do I will pose the question if people want me to reupload the edited chapters. Actually, I’ll pose that question anyway. Feel free to answer it if you want. Now-I’m focusing on rewriting it. So here is…the first chapter. Comments would be Appreciated if you choose to give them. Thanks to my girlfriend/littlelinor and meggle/meggle_star for editing this.
Warning(s): AU!, eventual shounen-ai/yaoi, implied lemon/lime, mentions of abuse/rape, heavy levels of angst *at times*, CONFUSION, OCs, erm, also yes this is a rewrite. This was my first D. Gray Man fic, and it's still ongoing (at 36/37 chapters on FF.net) --not that this is a warning, really, just know that yes I know where I'm going with this. Even if it seems like I don't. Also --PLEASE ask questions if you're confused. It doesn't so much apply for this chapter, but it will for later ones.
Link to the original: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4208666/1/Pressure
And yes 1st person again. Wow I’m so not used to this XD
Also thanks LJ. Really. 10 pages =/= rich text format. Rawr
---(Kanda’s POV-SUNDAY 12:15AM or there-abouts)---
Ne-Ne Yuu-chan, can ya come pick me up?
It had come in the form of a text message, well after midnight, when any other sane person would’ve been in bed. Would have-except the idiot wasn’t. Not that I was expecting much. Not that I still am, but-
“You never think things through, do you?” Not that a text would answer, not that I wanted to. Not that I should have said it anyway, but I did and sighed, rolling out of the stiff position I had fallen asleep in (which I hadn’t. But the couch-and the Chemistry notes-and fuck there was a test coming up wasn’t there? Stupid idiot waking me up and asking me to do things when he told me I needed to study.), feet landing on the floor and eyes narrowing at the phone.
It was going off again.
Yuu-chan, y’better an-swer these!
I ignored it, again, tossing the Chemistry book with a thud onto the coffee table. Fuck if I cared-it was used anyway, what could anymore damage do to it anyway? Fuck, I had a paper due too.
I didn’t even glance the third time-not when it started vibrating-frowning a little, and grabbing my keys in the end. Did it matter what he said? No. The idiot was an idiot forever an idiot and-dammit why was I doing this again? Not that it mattered, as I found the shoes I had kicked off too-leaning haphazardly with the socks by the door because it had been raining and Lavi hadn’t been there when I got in. Or else he’d have his shoes there too, and he hadn’t even left a note.
Irresponsible.
I sighed again, and turned back to the table. Two new texts, no, three-
Really Yuu-chan, it’s kinda cold y’know? -Even though it was just the beginning of September, still warm like August had been and fucking annoying but then everything was-and-he’d tell me to shut up anyway and deal with it. Even if I didn’t say anything-
Really COld-THought they turned the air off at NIght y’knoW? -so he was in a building. Lovely.
Plz Yuu, ‘s gettin hard ta type -And Why?
The phone vibrated again Plz Yuu?
Well.
“Che, baka.” I turned on my heels, towards the front door, turning off the lights, before slamming the door.
After midnight.
Housemate or not.
‘The idiot’
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“Aww, C’mon Yuu-chan, give me credit will ya?” I frowned into the receiver, at the half-dead voice, at the uneasy laugh, eyes narrowing -the second red light didn’t matter. No one was watching.
“Give you credit for what? You sound like shit.” Pointing out the obvious as it was, “What the fuck did you do?” and that too, maybe, even if he wouldn’t answer.
Knowing him he wouldn’t.
Not that I cared. Much.
“You’ve gotta give me credit though,” he repeated, “I-I did a lot.”
“But that isn’t fucking helping me find you.” Stop at a stop sign, go again, eyes darting-left, right, left-this road was practically dead, “If I can’t fucking find you then -how the hell do I even know I’m going in the right direction?”
“Th’ school.” I cringed at the wheezed out laugh, “Th’school-Yuu, ya rem’mber it don’tcha?”
“School-as-”
“High School.” He tacked on, “I dun think they’d appr’ciate y’know-commin’ in an’ seein’ me ‘ere in da mornin’. Considerin’ I’s s’possed ta be lock’d y’know?”
When? At night? Fuck of course it was-“You broke. Into the. School.”
“Techn’cally speakin, I didn’t.”
“And someone you were with did?” He didn’t answer that. Not for a while, “Che, baka.” I took the U-Turn, the back roads, everything towards the city even the suburbs. “Keep, talking.” Because he was wheezing again-into the phone and-dammit-“I’m not going to fucking take you to the hospital for this.”
“Wouldn’ want’cha to.” He still sounded bad, still sounded like-“Fuck I jus’…feel like I got run over, y’know?”
“At the school?”
Another laugh, “Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan stop wid’ da disbelieving-ness!”
“Are you drunk?”
“Nah. Not yet anyway.” A pause, “Fuck my arm hurts.”
I stayed silent, but the motor didn’t, humming loudly past another red-light, a stop sign. I wasn’t going fast. I wasn’t-just-
“An’ m’eye bu’ tha’s not-‘xactly-shit.”
“Oi, baka?” No response, “Lavi?”
“S-Sorry…b-bleedin’ t-too much. Urm.”
“What?”
Brakes were useful. God-fucking-dammit. I nearly passed the turn, nearly, and maybe the car shifted a little too fast around the curve, not that it mattered. Because it didn’t-well-fuck except it was my car and Tiedoll would bitch about it and-“Lavi.” I repeated.
“M’yes?”
“Don’t play fucking jokes with me.”
“M’not. Straight n’clean.” A pause, another raspy laugh, “Eh, well, not so straight but, ch’know what I mean.”
I sighed, “And if I did? Idiot-if you’re hurt-what happened?”
“Yuu care?” another laugh, “Aww-Yuu-chan loves me!” Except I didn’t. No. He was just-
“I. Am. Not. Taking. You. To. The. Hospital. I repeat.” Because I had already said that, but somehow that made me a liar. Not that I’d say that, it happened enough already, hadn’t it?
“Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan, I wouldn’t want ya to!”
No. Yes. Wait-what?
“You are hurt.”
“And Yuu are comin’ ta get me.” A pause, “Can I hang up now?”
“No.” Not that I could stop him if he did.
“Please?” The school was right there. Right goddammit there. Some stupid kid had put those shitty cones up again, I ran over one. Maybe two. Why the fuck did they keep those things up and in easy reach of the fucktard first years? I growled-“Oooh Yuu-chan-where are ya?”
“In the parking lot.” Hitched breathing on the other end, “You’re staying on till I fucking find you.” Which he was, as I pulled around to the front and slammed on the brakes. Fire Lane my ass. Like he’d set the place on fire.
The engine was barely off before I was out-
“Ooh already here. Yuu-chan broke da rules didn’t he?”
“And a fire truck is going to come and run my car over. Where the fuck are you?” I paused and jerked on the front doors of the school. Typically locked. Fuck, “Where the hell did you get in anyway?”
“Window. Mrs. Schlette’s Room.” A pause, “She’s in room 104, by th’ by.”
“And you’re in her room?”
“Naw, Yuu-chan. Tha’s jus’ how we got in.”
We. Again.
“Who's We?”
“Neh, Neh, if ya wanna know, I’m on da second floor.” A pause, “Can I please hang up now? M’hands shakin’ an’ I think m’goin’ inta shock.”
“And staying silent’s going to fucking help that?”
A long pause.
“Oi.”
“N-Nah-yer right. Fuck I need a shower.”
“Not if you’re bleeding.”
“But--”
“Baka.” I maneuvered through those prickly bush things that they had planted-ignoring the snagging and -sure enough the wind was open, if not just a little bit. It took careful shifting, and ducking, dodging-fucking bushes-but I got in-frowning.
Even the damn light was on-“Do you want to get caught?” Belated question-belated laughter.
“’E left the light on didn’t ‘e?”
“Who’s he?”
“No one.”
“Tch, No one can open a window and leave the lights on. It was someone.”
“In my he-ad!~”
“Baka.”
“Yuu-chan.”
I pushed the door open (it was only a crack), but left the lights on. Means of escape if there was any other-well-shit-“Don’t call me that. And you think they don’t have fucking cameras.”
“’s not too hard ta disable ‘em.”
“….What kind of shit did you get yourself into?”
“Not much.”
“That’s comforting.” A pause, “You sound like shit.” As if he didn’t already know, as if I hadn’t already said.
“Thanks Yuu, love ya too.”
“Che, what room are you in?” Because I was already making my way up the stairs, to the second floor, and it didn’t really matter-did it? None of it did. An idiot would always remain an idiot. Book smarts on the wayside-“or are you going to make me guess?”
“Guessin’s fun.” But now wasn’t the time, “kay-kay-erm. 215A-no y’won’t be able ta see me-y’know blood loss n’all makes ya kinda-“
Not that it mattered. No. My hand was already on the doorknob, turning-words falling that I couldn’t exactly remember-it was a retort-a-something derogatory. But-I didn’t remember them. Eyes widening, and-it shouldn’t have been that surprising. I knew he was hurt. He said he had been bleeding. I didn’t even realize my phone had fallen until it had, against the carpet. Lavi was--
“Yuu! That was quick!” Trying, at least. I had to give him credit for that. The smile on his face, faker and wider than usual-and he was shaking. Not that the reason wasn’t obvious, though he still had his phone held up to his ear-his right hidden at an awkward angle, but I could still see the blood. It was soaking through his jacket sleeve and-
“Fuck, idiot!” I moved forward, fully ready to grab that arm and-do-something. Inspect it. Because it was obvious it hadn’t been covered when the wound happened. Didn’t the idiot know--?!
But-
He didn’t even-
“Lavi.”
“Kanda.” The phone was gone now, a lone hazy green eye staring back at me, a lone one because sure he-but he didn’t-
His eye patch.
“Your-eye patch.” Was missing, from where it usually was, and now his head band was taking its place, hanging lopsided to cover his right eye, and looking like it was slipping.
“Yeah-‘s gone. I know. Can’t find it.” He shifted a little, but not much, wincing at the movement, “Can we go?”
“But you’re bleeding.”
“Way to state the obvious.” He wasn’t even trying anymore, to hide the bitterness.
“Che, don’t you know not to fucking cover it when-”
“Can we just go?” He wasn’t looking at me, “I mean-you brought your car, right?”
“I’d really walk here in the middle of the night?”
Lavi laughed, “Nah, knowin’ Yuu-y’wouldn’t. Not by a long run.” He let out a short laugh, “I lost mine when he left-me and this shit,” He barely raised his hand to wave at-what was the room. A few desks overturned near the front but-the white board.
Red and black marker. Scrawled in some design, garbled words close together that I couldn’t recognize and--
“What-”
“Dun ask. They’ll erase it.” A pause, “Can we go?” He sounded tired now, “I -really, really just-wanna go home and sleep.” Except he was bleeding and an idiot-and I couldn’t even tell how bad the wound was and-he might really need to go to the hospital. Dammit.
“Baka.”
“Yeah, yeah I know.” He waved it off. Or would if he’d move his hand, but he was trying to stand, and was staggering and-“Shit.” I grabbed his shoulder and he yelped-“Not helping!” But he didn’t move my hand, he only brushed past after a moment, to stumble into the hall, not even caring about the blood that was still soaking through-it made me wonder how big the wound was-or-well-
“Lavi.” He didn’t even turn to look, he just continued to stumble, and-I grabbed my phone quickly from the floor, and-“baka-watch the stairs!” He nearly tripped over the first, and then the second, yelping when he gripped the rail with his band arm and-
“Idiot.” I grabbed his good arm and hooked it around my shoulders, “next time-you try to do something stupid-don’t make it worse.”
“M’makin’ it worse?” he laughed but his heart wasn’t in it. I growled, “Sorry, sorry, I’ll shut up now.” But he still laughed. Giggled-actually-which was fucking disturbing in more ways than one, but I blocked it out, until we reached the bottom of the stairs, elbowing him (not too hard) in the gut (I wasn’t that cruel. He’d just bitch and whine about it on the way back. Like hell I’d go through that too) before stalking off, back to the classroom with the light still on.
Or it should have been on. But. Well. Shit. Someone had turned it off.(1)
The door was still open though.
What?
“N-Neh Yuu-which room is it?”
“You told me baka-see look, the door’s still open.” He stumbled after me still because fuck, it didn’t matter in the long run, did it? Of course not. I kicked the door open for emphasis, no one was there. Like I thought. Right.
The window was still open too-
“Erm-I dun think I’ll be able to-”
“Stop complaining.” I shifted past the desks, glancing back only once, to watch Lavi run into the first few desks in the row, before slipping through the window easily.
Only to get a face full of whatever the fuck this shrub was. Tch, just my day.
“Hurry up.” I hissed, rubbing my eyes, feeling the prickly leaves catch on my sleeves again, and soon I saw the idiots face pop through the space-grimacing and yelping when his arm brushed once more against the sides of the window-and -well.
“Ouch-Jesus Christ!” He nearly howled-getting a face full of the same bush-and-I snorted-
“Idiot.”
“Would ya stop callin’ me that…an’ help please? It wouldn’t kill ya, would it?” He still sounded hoarse, still sounded bitter, but a bit weepy too, swallowing, and rubbing at his face which had a few scratches on it now-or would in a few minutes-“I mean-c’mon Yuu-chan.”
I just turned away, “It might. And don’t call me that.”
“Y’know you like it.”
But I didn’t.
Really.
--(20 Minutes Later)-
“You’re cleaning up my car.”
“But Yuu!”
“You. Are. Cleaning. It. Up.” Because blood wasn’t good and fuck if I cared -he seemed better now-even though the wound on his arm-fuck-it would have to get stitches-“Stop moving.” Because he was an idiot and even though I was used to bandaging my own wounds, this wouldn’t heal it. It would probably hurt more-this way but-“Baka-if you’re going to ask for my fucking help then stay the fuck still while I work!” I snapped, and he flinched, but stilled on the couch next to me. Which he was getting blood on too, but-that didn’t matter so much. At least it was easier to clean.
Chemistry book now used as another surface-first aid kit on top even though it wouldn’t do any damn good-
“Sorry Yuu-but do I hafta? I mean-yeah it’s my blood but-I’m-ouch! Not so tight!”
“Che, it’s not tight enough.” I growled, rewrapping the wound for the third time, “There’s too much damn blood. You’ll get it over the damn sheets too-don’t tell me this is from climbing through a damn window.”
Because that had been his excuse.(2) Fuck no.
“B-But-” I glared, his mouth snapped shut, and he looked back down at the arm he had extended out-at the blood that was seeping to fast even through multiple layers of bandages.
“I am not going to have you bleed to death.” His eye widened, “Che what? They’ll blame me, and I don’t fucking need that. Not now.” School had just started after all-and-“Not when you were the one being a fucking idiot.”
“But Yuu.” I tugged on the bandages and he hissed, but didn’t yelp like last time, “I-I tried. Really I did.” He had long since grabbed an extra eye patch from his room, not that it mattered, even his uncovered eye was squeezed shut in obvious pain-
“You didn’t try hard enough.” I didn’t know what went down. Fuck if I wanted to but-“Do you honestly thinking I’m going to believe you? After this?” I motioned to the arm.
“But it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous.”
I raised an eyebrow, and he flinched.
“Wasn’t supposed to be?”
He swallowed noisily, “I-I mean-” and then his words died, a bit prematurely. A bit annoyingly, because -I knew he wasn’t. Going to say anything. I knew when this started. When this ended (whenever that would be). The idiot.
“Baka.” I pushed away, looking at the bandages and gauze that really wasn’t doing what it should, “You need to go to the hospital.”
“Kanda.” He started all the same, “I dun wanna.”
“Well you’re going to.”
Even if it meant not studying. Even if it meant-well-screw Chemistry. It was Sunday still, anyway. Even if also meant dragging a certain scared-shitless rabbit into the Emergency Room.
“Don’t even think of saying no.”
And-well-he didn’t.
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1-This is the only majorly added plot-oriented section. Not sure if it’ll pop up later in reference. It may though. It may. So keep an eye out for it.
2-if you’ve read the original version of this chapter; you’d get a better description of the room. Because there’s also a broken window that Kanda doesn’t really notice in this. Or at least originally there was. But this excuse works either way. (due to them originally coming in through a window anyway. Also it isn’t supposed to be believed in the first place)
Also, obviously, I added in more to the beginning scene, because in the original version of this chapter, a few things didn’t agree with each other (mainly Kanda realizing Lavi was hurt). This is upon my girlfriend’s suggestion, so I thank her for that. Another thing is -Lavi doesn’t take a shower (totally forgot this but “showering before bandaging/disinfecting = badbad”. Especially if it’s warm water), and they decide to head to the hospital first because Lavi’s wound won’t stop bleeding.
Other than that, I can’t think of any other notes that need to be added. *blinks* If any of my readers pick up on something else, feel free to tell me and I’ll add it in here.
Chapter Title: And the Phone Goes Ring
Fandom: D. Gray Man
Pairing: eventual LaviYuu, Rhode x Allen, Tyki x Lavi, Cross x Allen, and way too many others to list atm
Rating: T for most chapters, but M for a few later on.
Summary: If it were simple enough to save someone, they would already be saved. If it were simple enough to say 'I'll protect you', then they would already be protected. Well. Life isn't like that. Too bad--get over it.
A/N: Yes I finally got my a** up and edited this. Or rather-not really edited, but more like rewrote. Beats me what I was on when I wrote it, but listening to the song I that originally motivated me to write this (Just Like a Pill, Cascada’s version)-well. I’m still not sure but-this is my attempt at making events a bit clearer, and everything just generally better. I can tell you two things right now-Rewrites are absolutely evil and I don’t think I’ll add in any plot changes (for those reading it on FF.net), but if I do I will pose the question if people want me to reupload the edited chapters. Actually, I’ll pose that question anyway. Feel free to answer it if you want. Now-I’m focusing on rewriting it. So here is…the first chapter. Comments would be Appreciated if you choose to give them. Thanks to my girlfriend/littlelinor and meggle/meggle_star for editing this.
Warning(s): AU!, eventual shounen-ai/yaoi, implied lemon/lime, mentions of abuse/rape, heavy levels of angst *at times*, CONFUSION, OCs, erm, also yes this is a rewrite. This was my first D. Gray Man fic, and it's still ongoing (at 36/37 chapters on FF.net) --not that this is a warning, really, just know that yes I know where I'm going with this. Even if it seems like I don't. Also --PLEASE ask questions if you're confused. It doesn't so much apply for this chapter, but it will for later ones.
Link to the original: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4208666/1/Pressure
And yes 1st person again. Wow I’m so not used to this XD
Also thanks LJ. Really. 10 pages =/= rich text format. Rawr
---(Kanda’s POV-SUNDAY 12:15AM or there-abouts)---
Ne-Ne Yuu-chan, can ya come pick me up?
It had come in the form of a text message, well after midnight, when any other sane person would’ve been in bed. Would have-except the idiot wasn’t. Not that I was expecting much. Not that I still am, but-
“You never think things through, do you?” Not that a text would answer, not that I wanted to. Not that I should have said it anyway, but I did and sighed, rolling out of the stiff position I had fallen asleep in (which I hadn’t. But the couch-and the Chemistry notes-and fuck there was a test coming up wasn’t there? Stupid idiot waking me up and asking me to do things when he told me I needed to study.), feet landing on the floor and eyes narrowing at the phone.
It was going off again.
Yuu-chan, y’better an-swer these!
I ignored it, again, tossing the Chemistry book with a thud onto the coffee table. Fuck if I cared-it was used anyway, what could anymore damage do to it anyway? Fuck, I had a paper due too.
I didn’t even glance the third time-not when it started vibrating-frowning a little, and grabbing my keys in the end. Did it matter what he said? No. The idiot was an idiot forever an idiot and-dammit why was I doing this again? Not that it mattered, as I found the shoes I had kicked off too-leaning haphazardly with the socks by the door because it had been raining and Lavi hadn’t been there when I got in. Or else he’d have his shoes there too, and he hadn’t even left a note.
Irresponsible.
I sighed again, and turned back to the table. Two new texts, no, three-
Really Yuu-chan, it’s kinda cold y’know? -Even though it was just the beginning of September, still warm like August had been and fucking annoying but then everything was-and-he’d tell me to shut up anyway and deal with it. Even if I didn’t say anything-
Really COld-THought they turned the air off at NIght y’knoW? -so he was in a building. Lovely.
Plz Yuu, ‘s gettin hard ta type -And Why?
The phone vibrated again Plz Yuu?
Well.
“Che, baka.” I turned on my heels, towards the front door, turning off the lights, before slamming the door.
After midnight.
Housemate or not.
‘The idiot’
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“Aww, C’mon Yuu-chan, give me credit will ya?” I frowned into the receiver, at the half-dead voice, at the uneasy laugh, eyes narrowing -the second red light didn’t matter. No one was watching.
“Give you credit for what? You sound like shit.” Pointing out the obvious as it was, “What the fuck did you do?” and that too, maybe, even if he wouldn’t answer.
Knowing him he wouldn’t.
Not that I cared. Much.
“You’ve gotta give me credit though,” he repeated, “I-I did a lot.”
“But that isn’t fucking helping me find you.” Stop at a stop sign, go again, eyes darting-left, right, left-this road was practically dead, “If I can’t fucking find you then -how the hell do I even know I’m going in the right direction?”
“Th’ school.” I cringed at the wheezed out laugh, “Th’school-Yuu, ya rem’mber it don’tcha?”
“School-as-”
“High School.” He tacked on, “I dun think they’d appr’ciate y’know-commin’ in an’ seein’ me ‘ere in da mornin’. Considerin’ I’s s’possed ta be lock’d y’know?”
When? At night? Fuck of course it was-“You broke. Into the. School.”
“Techn’cally speakin, I didn’t.”
“And someone you were with did?” He didn’t answer that. Not for a while, “Che, baka.” I took the U-Turn, the back roads, everything towards the city even the suburbs. “Keep, talking.” Because he was wheezing again-into the phone and-dammit-“I’m not going to fucking take you to the hospital for this.”
“Wouldn’ want’cha to.” He still sounded bad, still sounded like-“Fuck I jus’…feel like I got run over, y’know?”
“At the school?”
Another laugh, “Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan stop wid’ da disbelieving-ness!”
“Are you drunk?”
“Nah. Not yet anyway.” A pause, “Fuck my arm hurts.”
I stayed silent, but the motor didn’t, humming loudly past another red-light, a stop sign. I wasn’t going fast. I wasn’t-just-
“An’ m’eye bu’ tha’s not-‘xactly-shit.”
“Oi, baka?” No response, “Lavi?”
“S-Sorry…b-bleedin’ t-too much. Urm.”
“What?”
Brakes were useful. God-fucking-dammit. I nearly passed the turn, nearly, and maybe the car shifted a little too fast around the curve, not that it mattered. Because it didn’t-well-fuck except it was my car and Tiedoll would bitch about it and-“Lavi.” I repeated.
“M’yes?”
“Don’t play fucking jokes with me.”
“M’not. Straight n’clean.” A pause, another raspy laugh, “Eh, well, not so straight but, ch’know what I mean.”
I sighed, “And if I did? Idiot-if you’re hurt-what happened?”
“Yuu care?” another laugh, “Aww-Yuu-chan loves me!” Except I didn’t. No. He was just-
“I. Am. Not. Taking. You. To. The. Hospital. I repeat.” Because I had already said that, but somehow that made me a liar. Not that I’d say that, it happened enough already, hadn’t it?
“Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan, I wouldn’t want ya to!”
No. Yes. Wait-what?
“You are hurt.”
“And Yuu are comin’ ta get me.” A pause, “Can I hang up now?”
“No.” Not that I could stop him if he did.
“Please?” The school was right there. Right goddammit there. Some stupid kid had put those shitty cones up again, I ran over one. Maybe two. Why the fuck did they keep those things up and in easy reach of the fucktard first years? I growled-“Oooh Yuu-chan-where are ya?”
“In the parking lot.” Hitched breathing on the other end, “You’re staying on till I fucking find you.” Which he was, as I pulled around to the front and slammed on the brakes. Fire Lane my ass. Like he’d set the place on fire.
The engine was barely off before I was out-
“Ooh already here. Yuu-chan broke da rules didn’t he?”
“And a fire truck is going to come and run my car over. Where the fuck are you?” I paused and jerked on the front doors of the school. Typically locked. Fuck, “Where the hell did you get in anyway?”
“Window. Mrs. Schlette’s Room.” A pause, “She’s in room 104, by th’ by.”
“And you’re in her room?”
“Naw, Yuu-chan. Tha’s jus’ how we got in.”
We. Again.
“Who's We?”
“Neh, Neh, if ya wanna know, I’m on da second floor.” A pause, “Can I please hang up now? M’hands shakin’ an’ I think m’goin’ inta shock.”
“And staying silent’s going to fucking help that?”
A long pause.
“Oi.”
“N-Nah-yer right. Fuck I need a shower.”
“Not if you’re bleeding.”
“But--”
“Baka.” I maneuvered through those prickly bush things that they had planted-ignoring the snagging and -sure enough the wind was open, if not just a little bit. It took careful shifting, and ducking, dodging-fucking bushes-but I got in-frowning.
Even the damn light was on-“Do you want to get caught?” Belated question-belated laughter.
“’E left the light on didn’t ‘e?”
“Who’s he?”
“No one.”
“Tch, No one can open a window and leave the lights on. It was someone.”
“In my he-ad!~”
“Baka.”
“Yuu-chan.”
I pushed the door open (it was only a crack), but left the lights on. Means of escape if there was any other-well-shit-“Don’t call me that. And you think they don’t have fucking cameras.”
“’s not too hard ta disable ‘em.”
“….What kind of shit did you get yourself into?”
“Not much.”
“That’s comforting.” A pause, “You sound like shit.” As if he didn’t already know, as if I hadn’t already said.
“Thanks Yuu, love ya too.”
“Che, what room are you in?” Because I was already making my way up the stairs, to the second floor, and it didn’t really matter-did it? None of it did. An idiot would always remain an idiot. Book smarts on the wayside-“or are you going to make me guess?”
“Guessin’s fun.” But now wasn’t the time, “kay-kay-erm. 215A-no y’won’t be able ta see me-y’know blood loss n’all makes ya kinda-“
Not that it mattered. No. My hand was already on the doorknob, turning-words falling that I couldn’t exactly remember-it was a retort-a-something derogatory. But-I didn’t remember them. Eyes widening, and-it shouldn’t have been that surprising. I knew he was hurt. He said he had been bleeding. I didn’t even realize my phone had fallen until it had, against the carpet. Lavi was--
“Yuu! That was quick!” Trying, at least. I had to give him credit for that. The smile on his face, faker and wider than usual-and he was shaking. Not that the reason wasn’t obvious, though he still had his phone held up to his ear-his right hidden at an awkward angle, but I could still see the blood. It was soaking through his jacket sleeve and-
“Fuck, idiot!” I moved forward, fully ready to grab that arm and-do-something. Inspect it. Because it was obvious it hadn’t been covered when the wound happened. Didn’t the idiot know--?!
But-
He didn’t even-
“Lavi.”
“Kanda.” The phone was gone now, a lone hazy green eye staring back at me, a lone one because sure he-but he didn’t-
His eye patch.
“Your-eye patch.” Was missing, from where it usually was, and now his head band was taking its place, hanging lopsided to cover his right eye, and looking like it was slipping.
“Yeah-‘s gone. I know. Can’t find it.” He shifted a little, but not much, wincing at the movement, “Can we go?”
“But you’re bleeding.”
“Way to state the obvious.” He wasn’t even trying anymore, to hide the bitterness.
“Che, don’t you know not to fucking cover it when-”
“Can we just go?” He wasn’t looking at me, “I mean-you brought your car, right?”
“I’d really walk here in the middle of the night?”
Lavi laughed, “Nah, knowin’ Yuu-y’wouldn’t. Not by a long run.” He let out a short laugh, “I lost mine when he left-me and this shit,” He barely raised his hand to wave at-what was the room. A few desks overturned near the front but-the white board.
Red and black marker. Scrawled in some design, garbled words close together that I couldn’t recognize and--
“What-”
“Dun ask. They’ll erase it.” A pause, “Can we go?” He sounded tired now, “I -really, really just-wanna go home and sleep.” Except he was bleeding and an idiot-and I couldn’t even tell how bad the wound was and-he might really need to go to the hospital. Dammit.
“Baka.”
“Yeah, yeah I know.” He waved it off. Or would if he’d move his hand, but he was trying to stand, and was staggering and-“Shit.” I grabbed his shoulder and he yelped-“Not helping!” But he didn’t move my hand, he only brushed past after a moment, to stumble into the hall, not even caring about the blood that was still soaking through-it made me wonder how big the wound was-or-well-
“Lavi.” He didn’t even turn to look, he just continued to stumble, and-I grabbed my phone quickly from the floor, and-“baka-watch the stairs!” He nearly tripped over the first, and then the second, yelping when he gripped the rail with his band arm and-
“Idiot.” I grabbed his good arm and hooked it around my shoulders, “next time-you try to do something stupid-don’t make it worse.”
“M’makin’ it worse?” he laughed but his heart wasn’t in it. I growled, “Sorry, sorry, I’ll shut up now.” But he still laughed. Giggled-actually-which was fucking disturbing in more ways than one, but I blocked it out, until we reached the bottom of the stairs, elbowing him (not too hard) in the gut (I wasn’t that cruel. He’d just bitch and whine about it on the way back. Like hell I’d go through that too) before stalking off, back to the classroom with the light still on.
Or it should have been on. But. Well. Shit. Someone had turned it off.(1)
The door was still open though.
What?
“N-Neh Yuu-which room is it?”
“You told me baka-see look, the door’s still open.” He stumbled after me still because fuck, it didn’t matter in the long run, did it? Of course not. I kicked the door open for emphasis, no one was there. Like I thought. Right.
The window was still open too-
“Erm-I dun think I’ll be able to-”
“Stop complaining.” I shifted past the desks, glancing back only once, to watch Lavi run into the first few desks in the row, before slipping through the window easily.
Only to get a face full of whatever the fuck this shrub was. Tch, just my day.
“Hurry up.” I hissed, rubbing my eyes, feeling the prickly leaves catch on my sleeves again, and soon I saw the idiots face pop through the space-grimacing and yelping when his arm brushed once more against the sides of the window-and -well.
“Ouch-Jesus Christ!” He nearly howled-getting a face full of the same bush-and-I snorted-
“Idiot.”
“Would ya stop callin’ me that…an’ help please? It wouldn’t kill ya, would it?” He still sounded hoarse, still sounded bitter, but a bit weepy too, swallowing, and rubbing at his face which had a few scratches on it now-or would in a few minutes-“I mean-c’mon Yuu-chan.”
I just turned away, “It might. And don’t call me that.”
“Y’know you like it.”
But I didn’t.
Really.
--(20 Minutes Later)-
“You’re cleaning up my car.”
“But Yuu!”
“You. Are. Cleaning. It. Up.” Because blood wasn’t good and fuck if I cared -he seemed better now-even though the wound on his arm-fuck-it would have to get stitches-“Stop moving.” Because he was an idiot and even though I was used to bandaging my own wounds, this wouldn’t heal it. It would probably hurt more-this way but-“Baka-if you’re going to ask for my fucking help then stay the fuck still while I work!” I snapped, and he flinched, but stilled on the couch next to me. Which he was getting blood on too, but-that didn’t matter so much. At least it was easier to clean.
Chemistry book now used as another surface-first aid kit on top even though it wouldn’t do any damn good-
“Sorry Yuu-but do I hafta? I mean-yeah it’s my blood but-I’m-ouch! Not so tight!”
“Che, it’s not tight enough.” I growled, rewrapping the wound for the third time, “There’s too much damn blood. You’ll get it over the damn sheets too-don’t tell me this is from climbing through a damn window.”
Because that had been his excuse.(2) Fuck no.
“B-But-” I glared, his mouth snapped shut, and he looked back down at the arm he had extended out-at the blood that was seeping to fast even through multiple layers of bandages.
“I am not going to have you bleed to death.” His eye widened, “Che what? They’ll blame me, and I don’t fucking need that. Not now.” School had just started after all-and-“Not when you were the one being a fucking idiot.”
“But Yuu.” I tugged on the bandages and he hissed, but didn’t yelp like last time, “I-I tried. Really I did.” He had long since grabbed an extra eye patch from his room, not that it mattered, even his uncovered eye was squeezed shut in obvious pain-
“You didn’t try hard enough.” I didn’t know what went down. Fuck if I wanted to but-“Do you honestly thinking I’m going to believe you? After this?” I motioned to the arm.
“But it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous.”
I raised an eyebrow, and he flinched.
“Wasn’t supposed to be?”
He swallowed noisily, “I-I mean-” and then his words died, a bit prematurely. A bit annoyingly, because -I knew he wasn’t. Going to say anything. I knew when this started. When this ended (whenever that would be). The idiot.
“Baka.” I pushed away, looking at the bandages and gauze that really wasn’t doing what it should, “You need to go to the hospital.”
“Kanda.” He started all the same, “I dun wanna.”
“Well you’re going to.”
Even if it meant not studying. Even if it meant-well-screw Chemistry. It was Sunday still, anyway. Even if also meant dragging a certain scared-shitless rabbit into the Emergency Room.
“Don’t even think of saying no.”
And-well-he didn’t.
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1-This is the only majorly added plot-oriented section. Not sure if it’ll pop up later in reference. It may though. It may. So keep an eye out for it.
2-if you’ve read the original version of this chapter; you’d get a better description of the room. Because there’s also a broken window that Kanda doesn’t really notice in this. Or at least originally there was. But this excuse works either way. (due to them originally coming in through a window anyway. Also it isn’t supposed to be believed in the first place)
Also, obviously, I added in more to the beginning scene, because in the original version of this chapter, a few things didn’t agree with each other (mainly Kanda realizing Lavi was hurt). This is upon my girlfriend’s suggestion, so I thank her for that. Another thing is -Lavi doesn’t take a shower (totally forgot this but “showering before bandaging/disinfecting = badbad”. Especially if it’s warm water), and they decide to head to the hospital first because Lavi’s wound won’t stop bleeding.
Other than that, I can’t think of any other notes that need to be added. *blinks* If any of my readers pick up on something else, feel free to tell me and I’ll add it in here.