FIC: Dawn of the night - The 11th night - Ink on the paper
Title: Dawn of the night - The 11th night: Ink on the paper
Author: Anae
Beta: *whimpers* No. Sorry.
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters/pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: overall M/NC-17, this one PG-13ish
Spoilers: overall thorough the manga
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Summary: People are no more than ink on the paper, right?
Important note: These are series of one-shots, but together, they make one whole fic, going through all the manga/anime there is at the moment, showing how both Lavi and Kanda changed during the war and what happened to their relationship.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I still think that I can't handle Allen or Lenalee too well, but I adore how Lavi managed to play it on Kanda this time. Hope you like too!
The 11th night: Ink on the paper
“Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.”
Victor Hugo
“Lavi!”
The call makes Bookman Junior halt his steps and turn around, just to see Allen running towards him. “Allen?” he speaks out, a little surprised - after all, the kid should be readying to take his leave to Asian Branch, whereas Lavi is about to leave the headquarters, to follow Bookman somewhere else.
The kid breathes out heavily, steadying his breath - apparently he came running the fastest he could. Lavi is about to ask why, but then he notices Lenalee and Kanda coming as well. The latter is practically being dragged by the girl - even though the connection isn’t physical, it’s easy to see that Kanda would rather be elsewhere - and is obviously not thrilled about it. But then again, Lenalee is the only ones who knows how to handle the blunt swordsman - Lavi does too, but that’s something the rest of the Order will never know.
Lavi glances the Bookman, who’s not bothering to wait his apprentice. Lavi will follow in him in a few anyway, and to keep up the appearances, the persona Junior is now, he should stay behind to talk to his friends.
Friends that are no more than ink on the paper.
When Lavi turns his attention back to Allen, Lenalee and Kanda have also caught up with them. Lavi opens his mouth to speak, but Allen beats him to it. “Sorry to bother you, we know you should be meeting Komui in a few minutes, but we just wanted to see you before we have to leave.”
“Yes”, Lenalee continues, smiling to warmly to Allen and then to Lavi, “and because we don’t know when we’ll see each other again…” Her voice drifts away, the unsaid words and her worries laid back in the air between them. It doesn’t take a genius to understand the reason - worry about how the war is getting more and more intense, worry that each time one sees a friend might be the last.
And to Lenalee, friends are her everything - friends are her reason to wake up to the cruel world in the morning, her reason to carry the heavy cross of an Exorcist without running away.
“So”, Allen cuts in, filling Lenalee in and taking her mind away from the darkest of thoughts, “let’s make a promise. Because we’re friends, right?”
His smile is big, reaching his eyes, and through all her doubt, even Lenalee smiles fully. Lavi smiles back, somehow feeling warm and home. “Yeah!”
Just ink on the paper.
They reach out their hands, putting them on top of one another - much like they did in Ark. They survived from there - why wouldn’t they survive the rest of the war as well? “We’ll stay alive through this”, Allen says, tone serious, and maybe there’s just a little worry there? But he sounds sure, still believing in the future, after all that’s happened. “We’ll see each other again”, Lenalee ads, wanting so badly believe the spoken and unspoken words. Lavi can’t find anything to add - people are meaningless, just ink on the paper, after all - so he only agrees enthusiastically.
But… “Yuu”, he whines, looking at the youth who’s standing a good two steps away.
“No way I’m doing that.”
“Please?” Lenalee tries, trying to get under Kanda’s skin, being sweet and kind girl she is.
“No. It’s not like I can die anyway.”
“Kanda!” Allen snaps, but before he can continue, Lavi’s hand is on shoulder, gripping gently, determined to put a stop to a fight before it begins. But it’s not like he likes the way Kanda is acting - the other youth didn’t go through this with them in the Ark either, true, and Lavi doesn’t really mind that, since Kanda just isn’t a people person. But he hates the way Kanda speaks of his own life - how he’s always spoken of it - it’s not like he can’t die; every single blow he takes and eats away his healing ability, eats away his life. Lavi has seen the results himself, even though he sometimes wishes he hadn’t.
But Lavi is a Bookman, he knows his way around people. And no matter how much Kanda disagrees, he’s a human being as well - and Lavi is fully aware of the power of the words, he knows how to twist them to hurt others, how to break a person with just a few sentences - the pen is more powerful than the sword when it comes to people - but he also knows how to heal, and more importantly, how to make the impossible possible. “Then how about we promise not to throw our lives away?” Lavi suggests, smiling, but not really, keeping his eyes locked with Yuu’s.
That catches Kanda off-guard, giving Lenalee the little time she needs. “Then that’s decided!” She’s quick with her movements, grabbing Kanda’s wrist and pulling him to the circle they’ve made, pulling his hand of top of theirs.
“It’s a promise”, Allen says, sealing the pact.
Allen and Lenalee are all smiles, eyes on the hands of the four youths who are more or less forced to fight over the future of the entire world, believing that everything just might end up well, after all.
Lavi looks at their hands for a while, wondering how it all came to this, but then lifts his eyes to look at Kanda. When the other lifts his gaze as well, their eyes meet and Lavi smiles, just a little, but all honest.
He knows Kanda doesn’t like to see others dying, and that he’s happy if the rest make through the war in one piece - and as for Lavi, he doesn’t like to see people dying either, and he’s happy that now Kanda is bound to the promise he never dared to ask for. After all, it’s been all but fun to see Kanda throwing his life away, one time after another - Lavi remembers how it felt to look at Kanda’s tattoo after the Ark, remembers how it felt to touch it for the first time. Those nonexistent feelings - he’d rather not experience them again.
When they all part their ways and Lavi starts walking, going after his master, his gaze finds at his hand, stopping, staring ink stain there. True, people are nothing but ink on the paper - but would it be wrong to think that some special inks have their own colour?
Author: Anae
Beta: *whimpers* No. Sorry.
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters/pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: overall M/NC-17, this one PG-13ish
Spoilers: overall thorough the manga
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Summary: People are no more than ink on the paper, right?
Important note: These are series of one-shots, but together, they make one whole fic, going through all the manga/anime there is at the moment, showing how both Lavi and Kanda changed during the war and what happened to their relationship.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I still think that I can't handle Allen or Lenalee too well, but I adore how Lavi managed to play it on Kanda this time. Hope you like too!
The 11th night: Ink on the paper
“Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.”
Victor Hugo
“Lavi!”
The call makes Bookman Junior halt his steps and turn around, just to see Allen running towards him. “Allen?” he speaks out, a little surprised - after all, the kid should be readying to take his leave to Asian Branch, whereas Lavi is about to leave the headquarters, to follow Bookman somewhere else.
The kid breathes out heavily, steadying his breath - apparently he came running the fastest he could. Lavi is about to ask why, but then he notices Lenalee and Kanda coming as well. The latter is practically being dragged by the girl - even though the connection isn’t physical, it’s easy to see that Kanda would rather be elsewhere - and is obviously not thrilled about it. But then again, Lenalee is the only ones who knows how to handle the blunt swordsman - Lavi does too, but that’s something the rest of the Order will never know.
Lavi glances the Bookman, who’s not bothering to wait his apprentice. Lavi will follow in him in a few anyway, and to keep up the appearances, the persona Junior is now, he should stay behind to talk to his friends.
Friends that are no more than ink on the paper.
When Lavi turns his attention back to Allen, Lenalee and Kanda have also caught up with them. Lavi opens his mouth to speak, but Allen beats him to it. “Sorry to bother you, we know you should be meeting Komui in a few minutes, but we just wanted to see you before we have to leave.”
“Yes”, Lenalee continues, smiling to warmly to Allen and then to Lavi, “and because we don’t know when we’ll see each other again…” Her voice drifts away, the unsaid words and her worries laid back in the air between them. It doesn’t take a genius to understand the reason - worry about how the war is getting more and more intense, worry that each time one sees a friend might be the last.
And to Lenalee, friends are her everything - friends are her reason to wake up to the cruel world in the morning, her reason to carry the heavy cross of an Exorcist without running away.
“So”, Allen cuts in, filling Lenalee in and taking her mind away from the darkest of thoughts, “let’s make a promise. Because we’re friends, right?”
His smile is big, reaching his eyes, and through all her doubt, even Lenalee smiles fully. Lavi smiles back, somehow feeling warm and home. “Yeah!”
Just ink on the paper.
They reach out their hands, putting them on top of one another - much like they did in Ark. They survived from there - why wouldn’t they survive the rest of the war as well? “We’ll stay alive through this”, Allen says, tone serious, and maybe there’s just a little worry there? But he sounds sure, still believing in the future, after all that’s happened. “We’ll see each other again”, Lenalee ads, wanting so badly believe the spoken and unspoken words. Lavi can’t find anything to add - people are meaningless, just ink on the paper, after all - so he only agrees enthusiastically.
But… “Yuu”, he whines, looking at the youth who’s standing a good two steps away.
“No way I’m doing that.”
“Please?” Lenalee tries, trying to get under Kanda’s skin, being sweet and kind girl she is.
“No. It’s not like I can die anyway.”
“Kanda!” Allen snaps, but before he can continue, Lavi’s hand is on shoulder, gripping gently, determined to put a stop to a fight before it begins. But it’s not like he likes the way Kanda is acting - the other youth didn’t go through this with them in the Ark either, true, and Lavi doesn’t really mind that, since Kanda just isn’t a people person. But he hates the way Kanda speaks of his own life - how he’s always spoken of it - it’s not like he can’t die; every single blow he takes and eats away his healing ability, eats away his life. Lavi has seen the results himself, even though he sometimes wishes he hadn’t.
But Lavi is a Bookman, he knows his way around people. And no matter how much Kanda disagrees, he’s a human being as well - and Lavi is fully aware of the power of the words, he knows how to twist them to hurt others, how to break a person with just a few sentences - the pen is more powerful than the sword when it comes to people - but he also knows how to heal, and more importantly, how to make the impossible possible. “Then how about we promise not to throw our lives away?” Lavi suggests, smiling, but not really, keeping his eyes locked with Yuu’s.
That catches Kanda off-guard, giving Lenalee the little time she needs. “Then that’s decided!” She’s quick with her movements, grabbing Kanda’s wrist and pulling him to the circle they’ve made, pulling his hand of top of theirs.
“It’s a promise”, Allen says, sealing the pact.
Allen and Lenalee are all smiles, eyes on the hands of the four youths who are more or less forced to fight over the future of the entire world, believing that everything just might end up well, after all.
Lavi looks at their hands for a while, wondering how it all came to this, but then lifts his eyes to look at Kanda. When the other lifts his gaze as well, their eyes meet and Lavi smiles, just a little, but all honest.
He knows Kanda doesn’t like to see others dying, and that he’s happy if the rest make through the war in one piece - and as for Lavi, he doesn’t like to see people dying either, and he’s happy that now Kanda is bound to the promise he never dared to ask for. After all, it’s been all but fun to see Kanda throwing his life away, one time after another - Lavi remembers how it felt to look at Kanda’s tattoo after the Ark, remembers how it felt to touch it for the first time. Those nonexistent feelings - he’d rather not experience them again.
When they all part their ways and Lavi starts walking, going after his master, his gaze finds at his hand, stopping, staring ink stain there. True, people are nothing but ink on the paper - but would it be wrong to think that some special inks have their own colour?