[AU - D. Gray-man] Call of Duty: Prologue
Title: Call of Duty
Pairing: Lavi/Kanda eventually. Perhaps Allen/Linali as well.
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: AU. Violence, language, politics, possible innuendo in the future. I doubt it will get any worse than that because the authoress is not awesome enough to even write a lime, much less a full-blown lemon.
Summary: AU. Lavi did not know what he was in for when he managed to involve himself with the Black Order. All he knew was that he had been investigating a mafia gang’s illegal smugglings, but it had quickly elevated into something else entirely. Something deeper and darker than what could be seen on the surface.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless otherwise stated. They all belong to the original creator, Katsura Hoshino. Many of the ideas and concepts altered to fit this AU are also very similar to the original ideas of Katsura-san. But the AU belongs to me.
Call of Duty: Prologue
A/N: This here is the beginning of an alternate-universe story I have taken several months to plan and think out. It is the greatest plot bunneh I have had yet and I am bursting at the seams with it. Though it is my habit to abandon stories after a while, this story is one that I will really and truly try to continue. Yes, this promises an epic.
Though I have intended this to be a story for the pairing LaviYuu (RK) with a few pairings on the side, I hope that my story will be read not only for the pairing. Please support me and encourage me! Constructive criticism, comments, and flames are all accepted.
Because I do have other commitments, updates will be slow, especially since I am insisting on making all my chapters a certain length. It will be a challenge for me and there will be times when my writing is not up to par or I simply cannot think of how to continue. Please bear with me then!
With this said, please read on and I hope you enjoy Call of Duty.
-O-O-O-
Excerpt From the Records of Bookman, 31st yr. III n.m.:
There is a troubling, dark potential brewing in the slums of our world. The rising numbers of crime show no sign of coming to a standstill. A shadow is over-taking the world, slowly but surely. What will mankind do to prevent corruption and collapse from repeating itself?
I will now take it upon myself and my young apprentice the task of chronicling these dark times. These records will endure. I can only hope that we may do the same.
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From the Records of Bookman Lavi, 33rd yr. III n.m.:
I never thought it would turn out the way it did. From the moment I became involved, I was caught, ensnared, captivated. Things grew from there.
Even now, a year after it happened - a year’s worth of time and healing - the scars are still visible. The ruins of the Capital(1) still stand, a mere ghost of the metropolis it had been just a year earlier.
It is difficult to bring myself back to those times. I have not yet mended and the old wounds still pain me. But I have a duty as a Bookman to record history. And I have a duty as a companion to chronicle those influential lives.
I was there. I was among that army and among those who fought. As per my duty to both the Bookman clan and to the world. There was a time when I would have abandoned everyone to preserve myself and live on to continue the Bookman tradition.
‘Bookmen do not have hearts.’ That is the condition of our trade, our job. We cannot let ourselves become attached and we cannot let ourselves be influenced. Our records must be clean and free of feeling. For that is the purpose of records: to tell and tell in completion. That is all.
Two years ago, I would have believed that the world could exist on just ink and paper. Two years ago, I would have believed that I had failed as a Bookman for letting myself become attached. Two years ago, I would not have been Lavi.
In all my years of training, I have not come across a single Bookman record written in the words of an individual being. Every entry was signed by the words ‘Bookman’ and then the date of entry. I may be committing taboo once more just by giving myself a name in these documents.
You close-minded men of tradition, obsessed with the ancient Bookman laws, I pity you. You are wise only from the ink characters you have bloated yourselves on. But you do not understand the world, no. You will never understand the world. I pity you.
Take me for what you will. A failure. A Bookman. A human being.
These are the records chronicling a year's time between the 31st yr. and 32nd yr. III n.m. (2) As told by a Bookman called Lavi. A Bookman who possessed a heart.
-O-O-O-
(1) - In this AU, the Capital is a main site of power and trade. More will be elaborated upon in the future.
(2) - For this AU, there is a different way of dating things. '33rd yr. III n.m.' is short-hand for 33rd year of the Third Age, New Millenium. For references, each age spans 45 years and the numbered year only runs from 1 through 45 because of this. 'New Millenium' denotes a special meaning. It is not exactly a form of counting years, but rather referring to a particular era. Think of it as similar significance as if one were to refer to a certain era as "The Golden Age." It is still undecided whether the history of this AU will be elaborated on, but there is a story behind this. 0 yr. I n.m. is the year 2135 a.d. in our terms of dating. When it comes to day-to-day dating, the AU still uses normal 12-month years.
Pairing: Lavi/Kanda eventually. Perhaps Allen/Linali as well.
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: AU. Violence, language, politics, possible innuendo in the future. I doubt it will get any worse than that because the authoress is not awesome enough to even write a lime, much less a full-blown lemon.
Summary: AU. Lavi did not know what he was in for when he managed to involve himself with the Black Order. All he knew was that he had been investigating a mafia gang’s illegal smugglings, but it had quickly elevated into something else entirely. Something deeper and darker than what could be seen on the surface.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless otherwise stated. They all belong to the original creator, Katsura Hoshino. Many of the ideas and concepts altered to fit this AU are also very similar to the original ideas of Katsura-san. But the AU belongs to me.
Call of Duty: Prologue
A/N: This here is the beginning of an alternate-universe story I have taken several months to plan and think out. It is the greatest plot bunneh I have had yet and I am bursting at the seams with it. Though it is my habit to abandon stories after a while, this story is one that I will really and truly try to continue. Yes, this promises an epic.
Though I have intended this to be a story for the pairing LaviYuu (RK) with a few pairings on the side, I hope that my story will be read not only for the pairing. Please support me and encourage me! Constructive criticism, comments, and flames are all accepted.
Because I do have other commitments, updates will be slow, especially since I am insisting on making all my chapters a certain length. It will be a challenge for me and there will be times when my writing is not up to par or I simply cannot think of how to continue. Please bear with me then!
With this said, please read on and I hope you enjoy Call of Duty.
-O-O-O-
Excerpt From the Records of Bookman, 31st yr. III n.m.:
There is a troubling, dark potential brewing in the slums of our world. The rising numbers of crime show no sign of coming to a standstill. A shadow is over-taking the world, slowly but surely. What will mankind do to prevent corruption and collapse from repeating itself?
I will now take it upon myself and my young apprentice the task of chronicling these dark times. These records will endure. I can only hope that we may do the same.
---
From the Records of Bookman Lavi, 33rd yr. III n.m.:
I never thought it would turn out the way it did. From the moment I became involved, I was caught, ensnared, captivated. Things grew from there.
Even now, a year after it happened - a year’s worth of time and healing - the scars are still visible. The ruins of the Capital(1) still stand, a mere ghost of the metropolis it had been just a year earlier.
It is difficult to bring myself back to those times. I have not yet mended and the old wounds still pain me. But I have a duty as a Bookman to record history. And I have a duty as a companion to chronicle those influential lives.
I was there. I was among that army and among those who fought. As per my duty to both the Bookman clan and to the world. There was a time when I would have abandoned everyone to preserve myself and live on to continue the Bookman tradition.
‘Bookmen do not have hearts.’ That is the condition of our trade, our job. We cannot let ourselves become attached and we cannot let ourselves be influenced. Our records must be clean and free of feeling. For that is the purpose of records: to tell and tell in completion. That is all.
Two years ago, I would have believed that the world could exist on just ink and paper. Two years ago, I would have believed that I had failed as a Bookman for letting myself become attached. Two years ago, I would not have been Lavi.
In all my years of training, I have not come across a single Bookman record written in the words of an individual being. Every entry was signed by the words ‘Bookman’ and then the date of entry. I may be committing taboo once more just by giving myself a name in these documents.
You close-minded men of tradition, obsessed with the ancient Bookman laws, I pity you. You are wise only from the ink characters you have bloated yourselves on. But you do not understand the world, no. You will never understand the world. I pity you.
Take me for what you will. A failure. A Bookman. A human being.
These are the records chronicling a year's time between the 31st yr. and 32nd yr. III n.m. (2) As told by a Bookman called Lavi. A Bookman who possessed a heart.
-O-O-O-
(1) - In this AU, the Capital is a main site of power and trade. More will be elaborated upon in the future.
(2) - For this AU, there is a different way of dating things. '33rd yr. III n.m.' is short-hand for 33rd year of the Third Age, New Millenium. For references, each age spans 45 years and the numbered year only runs from 1 through 45 because of this. 'New Millenium' denotes a special meaning. It is not exactly a form of counting years, but rather referring to a particular era. Think of it as similar significance as if one were to refer to a certain era as "The Golden Age." It is still undecided whether the history of this AU will be elaborated on, but there is a story behind this. 0 yr. I n.m. is the year 2135 a.d. in our terms of dating. When it comes to day-to-day dating, the AU still uses normal 12-month years.