[D.Gray-man] Sole Saviors
Title: Sole Saviors
Series: D.Gray-man
Rating: T
Characters: Allen/Rinali
Word Count: 453; Flashfic
[Written for alphabet_love; 07. great below]
“So conceited,” she spat as she carefully bandaged his wounds, her hands trembling. “It couldn’t kill us, so why?” She held back her tears, gulping them down like a child, yet her body refused to stay still. “Why did that akuma attack the kids?”
He coughed a little and she flinched; he placed a hand on her arm as a sign of saying ‘it’s all right, I’m okay.’ His eyes were closed, for his vision was weary. He wanted to shut everything out for a while, the black-and-white world, the suffering souls, and the picture of Rinali shaking and crying.
“Tell me,” she said, her voice desperate enough to penetrate glass.
He smiled tiredly and spoke to her in return. “I’m not sure, Rinali,” he replied, “but the akuma itself is a toy of the Earl, and… the Earl’s hobbies are terrible things.”
He suddenly felt her arm escaping his grip and sensed a drop of hot tear spreading between his fingers. “I know that,” he heard her say harshly, “and you know that’s not what I’m asking. You’re just trying to avoid my question.”
The truth was, Allen did not know in all his sincere honesty. Even if the fate of the world was in his hands, he would have let it shatter, to let the universe disappear. Would he be able to live with such guilt? But that wasn’t the matter at hand. The reason of murder for the akuma was something undiscovered and unexplored, and now all pawns had been thrown into the war without certainty.
“Sorry, Rinali, but I can’t answer you.” He said, and did not make excuses. “I’m sorry.”
He expected her to leave then, to shut the door with a quick ‘snap’ and run down the streets wiping the tears from her eyes. But he didn’t know that she knew-she knew he was imperfect and that he was helpless at times. She understood the fact that he carried too many responsibilities upon himself. Allen was fifteen, she was sixteen, and they didn’t know a thing.
So instead of walking away (instead of abandoning the poor soul in front of her, instead of saying harsh words, blaming him and acting like a child), Rinali’s fingers gripped the bandages more confidently than ever as she resumed her work on his wounds (as informal as she was when it came to being a doctor). She’d be there as his support; she would not break.
She would be standing with him as far as the road may go, as far as the sky may descend, and she wasn’t going to give a damn about his approval.
(But he had already given her the chance, had already granted her wish.)
Series: D.Gray-man
Rating: T
Characters: Allen/Rinali
Word Count: 453; Flashfic
[Written for alphabet_love; 07. great below]
“So conceited,” she spat as she carefully bandaged his wounds, her hands trembling. “It couldn’t kill us, so why?” She held back her tears, gulping them down like a child, yet her body refused to stay still. “Why did that akuma attack the kids?”
He coughed a little and she flinched; he placed a hand on her arm as a sign of saying ‘it’s all right, I’m okay.’ His eyes were closed, for his vision was weary. He wanted to shut everything out for a while, the black-and-white world, the suffering souls, and the picture of Rinali shaking and crying.
“Tell me,” she said, her voice desperate enough to penetrate glass.
He smiled tiredly and spoke to her in return. “I’m not sure, Rinali,” he replied, “but the akuma itself is a toy of the Earl, and… the Earl’s hobbies are terrible things.”
He suddenly felt her arm escaping his grip and sensed a drop of hot tear spreading between his fingers. “I know that,” he heard her say harshly, “and you know that’s not what I’m asking. You’re just trying to avoid my question.”
The truth was, Allen did not know in all his sincere honesty. Even if the fate of the world was in his hands, he would have let it shatter, to let the universe disappear. Would he be able to live with such guilt? But that wasn’t the matter at hand. The reason of murder for the akuma was something undiscovered and unexplored, and now all pawns had been thrown into the war without certainty.
“Sorry, Rinali, but I can’t answer you.” He said, and did not make excuses. “I’m sorry.”
He expected her to leave then, to shut the door with a quick ‘snap’ and run down the streets wiping the tears from her eyes. But he didn’t know that she knew-she knew he was imperfect and that he was helpless at times. She understood the fact that he carried too many responsibilities upon himself. Allen was fifteen, she was sixteen, and they didn’t know a thing.
So instead of walking away (instead of abandoning the poor soul in front of her, instead of saying harsh words, blaming him and acting like a child), Rinali’s fingers gripped the bandages more confidently than ever as she resumed her work on his wounds (as informal as she was when it came to being a doctor). She’d be there as his support; she would not break.
She would be standing with him as far as the road may go, as far as the sky may descend, and she wasn’t going to give a damn about his approval.
(But he had already given her the chance, had already granted her wish.)