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bisexual-bookman · 6 years ago

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Don’t Talk To Strangers

Prompts: Forest/Nurturing/Lonely

Word Count: 2568

Pairing: Lavi/Tyki/Kanda

“I think he’s dead.”

“Yu! Don’t say that! What if he hears us?”

“Don’t call me that! Plus, would you really think he’s alive? Just look at him, he’s in terrible shape.”

A groan left Tyki, the odd voices quieting. His whole body hurt, and he felt as though he had been trampled on by a heard of horses, but by God did his head hurt the worst. Tyki tried opening his eyes, groaning again when the light hit them. He raised a hand against the offending light in the hopes that it would help elevate the pain. Squinting his eyes, Tyki was surprised when he saw large treetops above him instead of a clear sky.

Looking around as much as he could, God even his eyes hurt, he saw nothing but a vast forest around him. Where he was laying was a small clearing, but he was deep enough into the forest that the trees grew high enough to touch and shade the small area. Though, much to Tyki’s annoyance, a couple sunbeams came through.

As he closed his eyes, a thought made him jerk, his body going tense.

How deep was he in the forest?

Tyki sat up, with great difficulty he might add, and wondered, just what had he done last night?

He looked around trying to take better note of the trees and flowers around him through the throbbing pain in his head. A trickle of unease went through him as he failed to notice the kinds of trees surrounding him.

A rustle to his left made him swing around, immediately regretting the quick motion when the pain in his head increased. He searched the bushes, trying to see if there was anything or anyone there.

Tyki swallowed thickly. He really hoped no one was there.

As he struggled to stand, a thought made its way into his mind, causing him to stumble and fall on his ass. He sat there for a second, eyes wide as his hands tightly curled in the grass below him.

There had been voices before he woke up.

A sound came from his right, which Tyki thought suspiciously sounded like a snort, and he really hoped wasn’t. If that was the case, it meant he most likely would not be making it home tonight, let alone out of this forest.

Swallowing around the dryness in his throat, Tyki hesitantly called out.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

It was safer this way. If anyone was around him, they would take it as an insult if he left without saying anything. If that happened, he definitely wasn’t making it home. This way, he might be able to convince them to let him go. Maybe, if they were exceptionally nice and in a good mood, even point him in the direction out.

Tyki held his breath as he waited for a response. Hearing nothing, it left him in a puff. He must’ve heard wrong, then. People did say that venturing this deep into the woods could mess with your mind.

Giving the clearing one last sweep, a startled yelp left Tyki as his eyes met a vibrant green one. He instinctively shuffled away, as far as his sore body would allow him, trying to put some distance between him and this stranger.

“Hello!” chirped the stranger, who was kneeling on all fours next to Tyki. He hadn’t even heard the other approach.

Tyki gave him a suspicious once-over. No other human should be in the woods.

Tyki noted the shorts and the flowing shirt made out of a material he didn’t know. It looked soft and shimmery, almost like a sunbeam. The stranger’s skin looked warm, his long limbs and smiling face a deep tan colour. His attention was quickly drawn to the stranger’s startling red hair and bright only eye. His hair reminded Tyki of a setting sky, and his eye of the foliage that surrounded them.

Tyki subtly tried to inch away. No human had hair that colour. Or eyes for that matter.

Tyki pasted on a polite smile. If he wanted to make it out of here, he had to be nice.

“Hello there.”

The strangers grin widened, as if Tyki had done something that pleased him. A slight shiver ran down Tyki’s spine. It was a bright smile, almost as bright as the sun that crept through the trees, but it had an underlying mischievousness that made Tyki cautious.

Tyki’s instinct was to introduce himself, but he stopped himself. That would not go over well. If Tyki was correct about the man in front of him, and he had a nagging suspicion he was, then a name would be a very bad thing to give him. He was extremely doubtful that the stranger would tell Tyki his own name. To them, names equalled power. If they knew someone’s real name, they could get them to do anything.

So Tyki took a different approach. If he was correct about the voices earlier, maybe this man was one of them?

“Would you happen to be the one that was talking earlier?” Tyki asked, keeping his guard up. If he said the wrong thing, this stranger could twist his words. Make him do something he didn’t want to.

“I was. You heard?”

Tyki nodded, turning to face the man fully. He couldn’t let him linger in a blind spot.

The stranger’s smile turned smug. He sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms.

“I told Yu that you weren’t dead.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

Tyki jumped, a curse leaving him at the voice that sounded behind him. He spun around, meeting dark blue eyes and a pale face framed by long dark hair.

“Yu, don’t scare him.” The redhead scolded the new man. A scoff left the long-haired man.

“Not my fault that he wasn’t paying attention.”

While they were talking, Tyki looked over the newcomer. His body was clad in the same flowing material as the other. His eyes reminded Tyki of the stones that gathered at the bottom of a stream, cold and hard. The way his hair moved too, it seemed as if it were a liquid. Tyki’s breath started becoming shallow.

There was two of them.

“After all, that can be dangerous here.” The long-haired man continued, his sharp gaze falling on Tyki. The warning was clear in his voice. Tyki felt his breathing stop, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

A huff came from the redhead, an arm reaching across Tyki to lightly swat at the long-haired man. An insulted look came across his face at the contact.

“Don’t mind him.” The redhead said softly with a kind smile. Tyki could feel his body relax, the feeling akin to when he would lay in the field near his house, the spring breeze ruffling his hair. Unconsciously Tyki’s guard began to lower.

No, that couldn’t happen.

Tyki shook himself mentally, giving the redhead a wary look. The redhead just stared back, an amused smile on his face as if he knew why Tyki was suspicious.

“I am curious though,” the redhead said, “how did you end up this deep in the forest? Not many venture out this far.”

Tyki opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. How did he manage to wander this far?

“I don’t know. The last thing I remember was being at the bar with some friends. We said our parting words, and as I was walking home, I took a shortcut through the woods. I remember thinking it was taking a lot longer than usual to get home, so I decided to lay down and sleep. Then when I awoke, I was here.” Tyki finished. His memory of last night was blurry at best. He must’ve consumed more alcohol than he thought.

“Really now?” The redhead said cheerfully, “did you happen to hear anything while you were walking home?”

Tyki searched through his memory as best he could. He didn’t think he heard anything as he was walking. In fact, the farther he got into the woods, the quieter it got. No wind rustling the leaves on the trees, no sound of wildlife darting around. Nothing.

“No,” Tyki said slowly, “I didn’t hear anything.”

He statement was met with a pair of incredulous looks.

“Nothing?”

Tyki racked his brain again, coming up empty. He shook his head.

“No, nothing.”

The long-haired man snorted, staring at Tyki as if he had a second head. The redhead wasn’t much better, looking at Tyki in disbelief and…awe?

“So, you drank too much, and happened to stumble your way this far into the woods?” The redhead asked, as if to make sure he heard right.

Tyki nodded.

“Humans are so stupid.”

Tyki stilled at the harsh words, his eyes wide as he stared into nothing.

Oh God, he was right.

Tyki had hoped that these two would just be people that had also gotten lost. There were enough stories of people wandering into the woods and never returning, that it could happen. But with that statement his hopes, no matter how small they might’ve been, were dashed.

So here he was, deep in the forest with no memory of how he got there, with two forest people sitting next to him, and no idea how to get out.

Tyki could feel panic start to set in. The blood in his veins turned cold as his heart started to beat painfully fast.

Tyki forced a friendly smile on his face.

“Well now, this has been fun, but I must get going now. I’m sure someone’s worried about me.” Tyki said, starting to stand. The pair looked at him in shock and Tyki internally winced. Had he been too rude?

Tyki felt a hand grab his before he could move any farther, and he looked down to see the redhead kneeling beside him, Tyki’s hand clutched in his own warm one.

“No, you can’t go. You aren’t feeling well, right?” He said, clutching Tyki’s hand tighter. Tyki shifted uncomfortably. The hand that held his was warm, almost unbearably so, the appendage seeming as if it was burning Tyki.

Tyki jumped slightly when a second hand grabbed his sleeve, the ice-cold skin a stark contrast to the burning one gripping his other arm.

Tyki looked down, seeing the long-haired man staring at him with frustration.

“You can’t leave feeling like that. You’ll barely make it to the edge of the clearing.”

Tyki swallowed hard. His mind was fumbling, trying to think through the leftover haze of his hangover. How could he escape without being rude? These two seemed nice now, but if he said the wrong thing it would all be over.

“Come, sit back down.” The redhead said, tugging on Tyki’s hand. Tyki obliged, sitting back down heavily. The redhead went back to grinning as he watched Tyki sit, the sudden shock that had been on his face disappearing. Tyki snuck a look at the other. His face had smoothed out as well, none of the shock and frustration still on his face, though he was still scowling something fierce.

Tyki looked away when he felt a burning hand clutch his bicep. The other still held his hand in a tight grip.

“Thank you.” The redhead said sweetly, and for a moment Tyki felt bad about wanting to leave. Quickly shaking the thought off, Tyki smiled back in response, though he hoped the other couldn’t see how tight it was.

“Now! I’m sure you’re quite thirsty, so here,” the redhead said. He held out a small wooden bowl filled with crystal clear water. Where it had come from, Tyki had no idea, but he didn’t care at the moment, suddenly parched.

Tyki made to grab for the bowl, but stopped. Accepting anything the forest folk offered was ill-advised. Ingesting anything was even worse. If you accepted anything from them, it gave them power over you, a way to convince you to stay.

But Tyki’s throat was dry, so dry he felt like he had a desert in his mouth. The water glistened in the low sunlight and as Tyki stared at it he could imagine it running down his throat, quenching his sudden thirst. He knew, without a doubt, that it would be the most refreshing water he’d ever had.

Tyki slowly took the bowl from the redhead’s hands. A little voice in the back of his head started telling him this was a bad idea. Tyki couldn’t think of a polite way of refusing the drink, and if he wasn’t polite, that would be just as bad, if not worse than drinking it.

Tyki shrugged, bringing it to his mouth.

Eh, damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.

As soon as the liquid hit his tongue Tyki nearly groaned in relief. He had been right, the cool water slid down his throat quenching his overwhelming thirst. Finishing the bowl off in two large mouthfuls, Tyki stared dejectedly at the now empty bowl. He wished there was more.

Smooth, cold hands pried the bowl from his hands, the long-haired man’s free hand pushing against Tyki’s shoulder. At Tyki’s confused and slightly wary look, he rolled his eyes, pushing more firmly against Tyki.

“Lay down you fool.”

Tyki’s eyes widened in slight panic, his body moving to stand. Before he got too far a pair of warm hands lightly grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back against a warm chest.

“You’re tired, and don’t feel well. Lay down, relax, we’ll watch over you.”

A shiver ran down Tyki’s spine as he felt hot breath ghost over his neck, the soft voice accompanying it making his head spin. He had to leave. Now. He didn’t care if he seemed rude, he needed out.

Trying again to stand, Tyki found that his body wasn’t listening to him, his movements slow and awkward. A tanned arm wound around his chest, pulling him more firmly against the solid chest at his back.

“Why are you leaving? Close your eyes. Relax. It’s okay.” That soft voice continued. Tyki found he didn’t have the energy to fight it. His panic was still there, but at the back of his mind, easy to ignore. Which Tyki promptly decided to do. Why would he be panicking while this comfortable? Tyki’s body was no longer sore, but rather felt heavy, as if weights were attached to the ends of his limbs, holding them down, making it an effort to move them. He could still hear that voice in the back of his mind screaming, telling him he had to open his eyes. If he fell asleep here, he wouldn’t wake up.

Tyki tried opening his eyes, but found that they too were too heavy to move, and quickly gave up. The voice yelled at him to try again, to not give up. Tyki frowned. That voice was annoying, and it was preventing him from sleeping. Tyki chose to ignore it, which was easy enough. His head was swimming, and it was getting harder to focus on one particular thing. He sighed contently when he felt a warm hand brush against his forehead, moving the stray locks of hair out of the way. He felt that hand pet his hair as that soft, sweet voice continued.

“That’s right, fall asleep. When you wake, you’ll be at home and all will be safe and sound.”

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icharchivist · 6 years ago

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*really feel like Bookman somehow got a soft spot for Allen.* Heck yeah! Bookman's not a robot by any means. He's very observant w/a great insight into people (far better then Lavi). He was the only one to point out exactly how Lenalee felt when Allen first 'died'. He also noticed Marie's deep worry over Miranda. He's vain about his hair and you could see him stealing Kanda's hair tie during training as his teasing side coming out. But when you get down to it. Bookman has only acted emotional-

2 himself over 2 people. Lavi and Allen. As you pointed out, there are numerous scenes and material showing Lavi and Bookman caring about each other (which lends more credit to the theory bookman members can, to a greater degree, form real relationships w/each other so long as it doesn't interfere w/their duties). For Allen, again I noticed Bookman felt more personal post Ark. He nicknames Allen by calling him Kid. Something he's never done for anyone else. He reacts alongside everyone else-

3 with astonished awe over Allen's positive outlook over Central's suspicion over him. He backs Allen up against the horde of Akuma and shows unusual (for him) worry over Allen's wellbeing (which is something he's only done for Lavi before). Post 14th reveal he reacts w/anxiety and nervousness of Allen's situation. Not just over their (him and Lavi's) safety. But like he just realized something HUGE when Cross mentioned the 3rd side. What if past Allen was heavily tied to this 3rd side? What if-

4 Bookman realized for sure that this was past Allen and that's the only reason why Cross told him about the 3rd side. As you've said before, Bookman and Cross avoid each other. Idk how much Cross was aware of past Allen but Bookman might have suspected thanks to Cross's connection to the 14th thar Cross had some dealings w/his past apprentice too and knew exactly what happened to him. It would explain Bookman's soft spot and why he stopped discouraging Lavi from caring about Allen

Oooh yeah definitly agreed! tbh it’s just that the Bookmen shouldn’t be caught up and involved with their emotions for others - joking around or understanding feelings is one thing, but actually letting those feelings touch you and feel them is another. and that’s the thing with Bookman who, as you mentioned, is someone who can read the room and get people’s feelings but rarely indulge in that himself. And when he does, it’s toward Lavi and sometimes Allen.

“which lends more credit to the theory bookman members can, to a greater degree, form real relationships w/each other so long as it doesn't interfere w/their duties” yeah that seems the most likely. That would make sense to limitate it to the Clan to some level and it makes it less heartless to require your members to feel no attachement. Just, duty first.

And you’re very right about the timing of Bookman ending up caring. There’s just too much of a special treatment Allen is getting from Bookman for it to be a coincidence. And tbh the more i think about it the less i think it’s only prophecy driven, else he would have shown the same sort of attachement to Lenalee when it was suspected she was the Heart. It seems more and more likely it is an external thing that makes Bookman care about Allen, and for me, it has to be long term thing.

And you’re very right about everything you say on Cross, Allen and Bookman! that seems to make sense to me.

Y’know come to consider it, we’ve seen Bookman introduced in the search for Cross arc. If according to our timeline, he had doubts for Allen but nothing For Sure, he still had to hear that 15yo kid talk about all the horrors Cross put him through, from the debts and all the things like that. Now post Ark, Bookman has to already think about how the Noah stuff are affecting his ancient apprentice but there’s also a lot to consider about how much he missed from Allen’s current life. If he had raised Past!A, I doubt seeing Allen having gone through the hardship he had is easy, and I could see in some extends that it would reflect on his view of Cross, even if Bookman tries to stay neutral.

idk that would be interesting to... con...sider.....

Yknow i’m just realizing that if Past!A was a Bookman, Allen is truly collecting the Father figures at this point, especially a lot of “father figues who had to keep his distances from him at some point” and i don’t know whether to laugh or to cry....

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chrisemrysblog · 8 years ago

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Poker Pair Week: Day Three

Hello dears!

Soooo unlike what I had hoped, I couldn’t catch up on Day Four and I believe I’m rather off schedule now. I mean, I do believe it is Day Five; but hey, I’d rather still finish all the prompts! So yes, I will continue and finish this little story, just expect that it won’t be on time. Since, well, I don’t think I’ll write two days worth in the next few hours. I’ll continue writing in order too, so you’ll see Day Four eventually, then Day Five, etc.

But good news! I actually want to make a proper story out of this. I’m rather in love with what I’ve written so far, but I know some parts are summarized, just enough to give an idea of what happened. And while it’s fun to leave it open of how they acted, I do want to try expending all the moments I glossed over. So once this Week is over, it might take time as I won’t rush it, but expect one day a story that is the full/expended version of all I’ll write for Poker Pair Week 2017~

Poker Pair Week 2017 is my blog’s tag to read what was previously written!

Settings/Summary: Set in Searching for AW, but before Johnny and Kanda find Allen. A story of how Tyki and Allen meet again, end up travelling more or less together, and found themselves forming a bond that might not be just friendship. Note: The Allen in this story is similar to the one I write in Meet me halfway to the end! Mainly, this means similar characterization (which is also similar to how I rp him), but also that he is 18/19 years old. Meanwhile, this is my first time writing Tyki.

I hope you enjoy!

Partying; Inn; Memento; Hospitality

“Shonen, are you asking me out?” A grin.

“… Never mind, I changed my mind.” A roll of eyes, biting back the smirk at the way Tyki's expression dropped to almost panic.

“Come on now, don't be like that. You sounded like you would enjoy it, and I would be happy to come with you.”

Allen wanted to keep his neutral look for a bit longer, but Tyki was smiling now, genuine enough to be warm. So he breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Let's get on the road then.”

Three days had passed like a breeze, despite Allen enjoying each moment of them. It had been easy to dismiss what would happen after the fair ended, to accept the casual amusement of the little stands, and the company of Tyki Mikk. The white haired had not known what to make of it, what to think of how he hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks, but also how he had rarely felt comfortable with someone. It was as if his rational mind would want to remember this man had almost killed him, that he could easily decide to bring him to the Earl, that he had fought and caused death for the Order. But his heart would feel soothed by how easy going Tyki was, would feel warmed by the little realization of Tyki's concern and the way he lead Allen to feel better, safer even.

In the end, all he could do was push away his confusion, and appreciate the days spent around the man. Then, even as the fair came to an end, and sadness seemed to float above both of them, Allen had heard about a party in the next town North. A small ball, but more casual, amateur musicians gathered there, food and drinks to be served as people would enjoy the music or even dance.

It took him to find himself the morning after the fair ended, seeing Tyki slowly prepare to leave, for Allen to make an instinctive decision. For him to ask if Tyki wanted to come with him see that party. It had taken them both by surprise, but Tyki had been quick to grin in a way that felt rather happy, and then he had teased him.

Hence where they were now, taking the road together in the set direction in mind, and both pretending not to know Tyki's words might have been more serious than first believed.

It didn't take many days to reach the next town, but rather ironically, they were faced once more with the fact that with an event making the city busy, inn were rather full. Allen had to joke, of course, that it was too bad Tyki hadn't miraculously gotten a room before it grew too busy, silver eyes very knowing. He had been rewarded with the faintest darkening of skin.

It took them three inns before they found one with rooms. Except it only had one single bed room left; but the owner told them another inn also had a room left. Tyki had laughed a bit then, breathing out a sigh and Allen knew he was about to suggest the younger man took the room here.

Really, he shouldn't have been surprised. Yet Tyki was, in a pleasant sort of way, when Allen asked if the bed would be big enough to share, not without a long glance at Tyki's sigh. That, of course, made the man grin, and as soon as Allen got a positive answer and the keys, Tyki had thrown an arm over his shoulders while walking.

“Aww Shonen, you can't stay away from me now, can you?” He teased, though his grin was not an amused one, instead bright.

Allen threw a dark look at Tyki, but then his lips curled into a little smirk. “Aren't you talking about yourself?”

The man had to shove at Allen for that, earning himself a jag at his sides as soon as the white haired got his balance back, Allen's noise of protest having been covered by Tyki's sharp yelp. The two froze in the hallway, Tyki's smile fixed and Allen's own growing.

“Ty-ki~ Mikk~”

“… Yes?”

“Are you, by any chance, ticklish?”

“… No.”

Allen's smile turned wolfish. Tyki thought, fuck it, and willed himself to be untouchable. And rightfully so, because Allen's fingers went through his sides. It was his turn to smirk when Allen stared at his hand being within Tyki's chest, ending up removing it after a few seconds. Then he wiggled his left hand's fingers in front of him.

And he watched, snickering, as Tyki walked off to their room, going through the door, not without pausing to stick his tongue out. It was then than Allen had a suspicion, a realization. The keys were gone.

“Oh no you don't-Tyki Mikk, you better open this door.” Allen warned in a smooth, sugary voice once standing in front of said door.

A beat, and the lock clicked, Tyki opening the door a bit with narrowed eyes. “No touchy.”

Allen lifted an eyebrow, and from Tyki's glare upward, he could picture Timcanpy's amused expression. “Fine, fine. Now can I please our room?”

And this was how they started their stay there. It was also the stay that made Allen discover he felt more comfortable with Tyki's closeness that he had expected. They had just enough room to not be glued to each other in the bed, yet they found themselves entangled when they woke up, and that was quite the awakening. Tyki's arm had been draped over his frame, but Allen's own had been around the man's waist, tighter. His face had been pressed into the Noah's chest too, while Tyki had his nose into his hairs. And one of Allen's legs had been between Tyki's.

Both had stirred aware at the same time, because of how close they were. Timcanpy had a blast recording the moment they both flushed, clearing throat and untangling without words, from where he had been perched on the pillows, above them.

Way too soon, the party came, and went by. Allen had been a lot focused on the food, but Tyki managed to have a dance with him, under the excuse of teaching him one of the slow dance. It didn't occur to Allen until later, that all along the evening, he had been staying in Tyki's personal space, comfortable in the man's warm presence. It only jumped back into his mind when, after initially laying down on their own side again, Tyki sighed and rolled over, hugging Allen close from behind.

“Do you mind?” The man asked.

“No.” Allen replied after a second, letting his eyes close, pretending not to feel the happy sigh brushing his hairs.

Tyki was awake and out of the room by the time Allen opened his eyes, and he rolled on his back, scowling at the ceiling when he realized how… cold he felt. Cold and disappointed. Had he wanted to wake in Tyki's arms again? What a strange feeling to have, to want this much someone's presence close.

The white haired decided to push the matter aside, again, but this time he might not be able to not question it. Because Tyki announced he had to leave for now, and Allen almost asked, but the guilty look that Tyki didn't let land on Allen felt like a stone.

His face must have showed something though, because Tyki's lips curled a small, if a bit sad, smile. “Don't worry. We've been leaving the Exorcists alone for now.”

It was a small reassurance, however Allen still felt he had a heavy heart when they found themselves out of town, this time to part ways for an unknown amount of time. And he knew Tyki would have made a joke about it, if he had known he would be back soon.

“Allen?”

The call of his name, a rare occurrence coming from Tyki, made the younger man's heart skip a beat. His gaze, which had been looking far off, snapped to the Noah. Pure, vulnerable confusion showed when Tyki's hands slipped around his neck, behind it, and then he felt a small weight over his collarbone. Silver eyes glanced down, and stayed fixed on the pendant that now rested around his neck. It was a simple silvery-white chain with a tag that he knew usually was carved with a name, but had been left blank.

“This… is a memento of our time together. I didn't have it carved because… I wish for it to mean anything you want, to remind you of any memory you want.”

Allen's throat closed off for a bit, and he had to swallow back. He lifted his gaze back to Tyki, feeling his heart swell at the way the man was biting his lips, nervous enough to not notice the hope layered behind it. Then Tyki showed surprise when Allen put his hand on his shoulders, bringing himself just that little bit higher to place his lips on the Noah's cheek, low enough that his breath brushed Tyki's lips.

Then Allen had leaned back to stand in front of Tyki, contentment sparking into his silver eyes when he noticed the dark flush over the man's face, partially hidden by the gloved hand he had placed over where he had been kissed, wide eyes staring at Allen.

The younger man grinned. “You should have told me you wanted to exchange memento. That's all I had to give.”

Tyki stared for a second longer, then smirked. “Well, if this is what you're willing to give after a journey together, I can't wait for next time I find you.”

The certainty behind Tyki's words soothed the empty feeling that had started to carve itself in his chest, and Allen's expression shifted into half closed eyes coupled with a sweet smile. “Are you saying you would gladly leave for kisses?”

Tyki let out a low laugh, pinning Allen with a gaze that bordered on heated. “No, I'm saying I would come back for kisses.” He leaned forward, enjoying the way the younger man froze when their breath mixed, lips inches from each other. “Do keep yourself safe, Shonen.”

And like this, Tyki finally took his leave. Allen watched him go, and when he couldn't see the tall form anymore, he took another direction to follow. Not quite able to ignore the pounding of his heart, and the growing realization of what it meant.

Allen found himself in a small village after almost a week, having stopped only once to perform in a town, two days before. He felt tired, some part of him knowing the empty feeling felt less suffocating if he moved, if he didn't allow himself time to enjoy the sights, because not being able to share them was painful.

As it was, the village was small enough to not have a proper inn. Not many would stay there, usually able to pass, but Allen needed a proper night sleep. The Fourteenth had, after a while of being calm, started to stir when he had been on the road. It had exhausted him to fight off, to keep in his mind in place, but now at least the dark presence had grown dormant again.

It made the young man wonder, how the Fourteenth had not showed up once when Tyki had been around. Had he been worried? Or had Tyki brought a peace of mind to Allen that held him back?

The thoughts swirled into Allen's mind, and then they came to a stop when he bumped into an old lady. He was quick to apologize, gentleman smile on his face with a touch of shyness. The old woman took one look at the young man and frowned in slight concern, which made Allen worry about how tired he might be that it showed.

A lot, apparently, because after a kind smile and wave of hand that it was fine, she was asking if he was passing town. When Allen admitted he hoped to rest before travelling more, he half expected when she offered he stayed at her house, revealing she was the village mayor. He couldn't refuse the offer of hospitality, even less so that he knew he needed to rest.

So Allen Walker expressed his gratitude and followed, unaware that once he would be in his bed, she would give a call, summarized as, “Master Noah? Yes, he's here. He seemed very tired, and didn't eat much, though I suspect he held himself back. Yes, he definitely took longer than one would usually, but he didn't seem injured. Ah, it will be my pleasure accommodating you, Master.”

And the call had been ended, the old mayor going to her own bed, smiling at for the first time in all the years she had been informant for the Noah clan, she heard such genuine worry and care in the voice of one. She chuckled too, thinking of her friend in charge of the network of this region, and the gossip they would share at knowing this one Noah had been keeping a vivid track of the Exorcist's travels.

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daisyachain · 8 years ago

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This is completely unedited and moderately incoherent, but here we are! DGM rarepair week, day 2

Fandom: D.Gray-Man Rating: T-ish for violence, gore, nonexistent plot and Kanda being emotionally insensitive Pairings: Edit: I left it unclear to fit the mysterious prompt but it’s Kanda/Daisya

Total Words: 3.7k

Allen, Johnny, and Kanda are on the world’s worst roadtrip chasing after the Noah and some answers in a timeline parallel to this latest arc, when they run into a rather unwelcome guest. This is somewhat of a rehash of what happened with Alma, but it serves to highlight just how similar the two characters are, and it was mostly a 'what if' scenario.

A church bell faintly rolled the hour, though it didn’t feel like they’d been out for so long.

Johnny had insisted they stop for dinner, saying he wasn’t going to be dealing with both Allen and Kanda on an empty stomach. They all knew it was bullshit, and that he just wanted to them to take care of themselves, so no one complained.

The food in the town’s inn had been the usual, solid stuff, nothing to write home about, but something that would get you through a good couple of hours of chasing down the ultimate source of evil in the world and hoping they didn’t find you first. Then, they’d hit the road again, and coming up on…was it two hours later? Three? Allen had been sure it was closer to two, but it was too dark to check the watch by torchlight, but they’d set out just past the hour. The bell was slow, but Allen decided to count.

One.

It was a sleepy part of the country, even here, and they walked down a broad dusty avenue through the centre, to the central square. It was starting to get cold, and even the light from one or two streetlamps was sucked into the black night, which showed no sign of stars.

Two.

Allen and Johnny fell back behind Kanda, who was quiet for once. No snapping at them to hurry up, or slow down, or stop damn well talking amongst themselves.

Three.

“We’ve made some good time,” said Johnny beside him. “See? It was good that we stopped. Otherwise we’d just be miserable and hungry, now.”

Four.

“You’re right, Johnny.” Allen smiled at him in reassurance, to make sure he didn’t worry. He knew that he was nervous about him, how quiet he was now.

Five.

“Awful quiet, though, for a town this big.”

“Hmm.”

Six.

Allen’s eyes narrowed, doing a quick check-over of the shops and houses on either side. No akuma in sight. There were lights on, and some moving shadows, the roar of voices and the chink of plates from inside, but…

Seven.

“Speaking of which, it looks like we’re the only ones out travelling tonight.”

“I guess everyone else already got in.”

“Yeah.”

Eight.

In front of them, Kanda had been slowing down his pace, and now he fell into step beside Allen.

“Can you activate your Innocence without showing it?” he murmured, far to calm to be the usual Kanda.

“Of course,” Allen whispered in retort. “What’s going on?”

Nine. That should have been the last bell, unless he’d completely messed up with the counting.

“Just take care of Johnny if shit goes down, and find somewhere to hide.”

“Hey, I can fight—”

The last chime didn’t go away. It held, and Allen could swear it started to resonate. And grow louder.

“Shut up!” hissed Kanda, suddenly furious.

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

And louder, with a tone that set Allen’s teeth on edge.

“Just do what I tell you, and do it now!”

The world shattered in Allen’s ears as he and Johnny went flying from Kanda’s shove.

“Ugh—”

Allen jumped to his feet, Innocence at the ready, then paused. Kanda had pushed them — thrown them — into a wooden shop door, and now Allen could see why: the street’s windows had exploded in a storm of broken glass. The light was dim here, but every last bit of it glittered off the shrapnel that covered the streets, and…

“Kanda! You all right?”

“Get inside!”

He’d been clever enough to shield himself with his coat, but cuts still covered Kanda’s face.

“What about you?” Johnny shouted out from beside him, more winded than he was.

But Allen had already grabbed him by the collar and kicked open the door, loose from the first time they’d slammed into it.

“He’ll be fine,” he said, letting go and shutting the door behind them, searching for a bolt. “I don’t know how, but he knows what’s going on.”

The building hadn’t been used in a few days at least, but it looked to be a shop — Allen took a quick look to make sure the merchandise wasn’t breakable, then swept it on to the floor and dragged a few tables closer to the door. Then, leaving just enough room to sneak out, he dashed back to the window to have a look outside.

“Allen? What’s — do you have any idea what’s going on?” Jonny was shaking just a bit, and he couldn’t blame him. What had Kanda known?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know anything more than you,” he said, craning his neck a bit. Damn — Kanda was looking away, but whatever he was staring at was firmly out of view.

“What’s our plan, then? I can make a pretty good barricade if you give me a few minutes.”

“Yeah, that’d be good.”

What had Kanda meant with all that mysterious stuff? Protect Johnny had seemed to be the gist of it. Allen glanced over — the guy seemed to be on it already, checking over the tables for where the joints were.

“Got it. I’ll get to work—”

“Wait — I’ll go outside and guard the door, and you can cover up the windows from the inside.”

Whether it was an akuma, Innocence, or God forbid a Noah, it was able to do some damage with the shattered glass.

“And you’re sure you’ll be fine?”

“Of course! Kanda hates losing, so he’d never let anything happen.” Allen gave what he hoped was a cheery wink, and stepped outside.

“Good luck!”

The door shut quietly behind him, and he looked out on to the glass-strewn street. Each of the half-timber houses seemed to loom crookedly over the scene, gables seeming far away in the darkness. Overhead, clouds gathered to form the grey-tinged blackness that had settled on them like treacle, thick and numbing. The glass panes of the lamps had shattered, leaving wrought-iron thorns sticking up into the night.

“Come on!” A playful voice rang out, sounding just slightly to metallic for a young man. “You know it’s me, so just say my name.”

Allen’s eyes focused on the situation in front of him, each taking in a different set of information. Oh, shit.

His right saw Kanda standing stock still, sword drawn but by his side, everything else blending into a tall and coal-black figure, just outlined against the slate sky.

The left saw his opponent more clearly, perched up on one of the rooftops like some sort of cat, hanging over the side — a level 3, with the kind of concentrated agony that reached back into Allen’s mind and gave him a toothache last year, and two weeks into the future. Just pure, concentrated pain, and a very loud laugh to drown it out.

“You’re dead.” Kanda’s voice hung low, grinding along like metal on a whetting stone.

“Nope!” The akuma seemed to be amused by this, bouncing up and down, and then unfolding its limbs for a hop down to the ground, flipping up and over as it did.

“I mean,” said Kanda, quieter now, “You’re going to die.”

Even Allen felt the words slide down his throat like ice. There was no heat in Kanda’s anger, if it could be called anger.

The akuma’s spiked teeth just pulled back into a smile.

Like most level 3s it was something of man, something of machine, but this one was also a bit more animal. Two long and sturdy legs, striped vertically around the knees stuck out from a shroud that covered the torso and the arms, and most of the face as well. There was a spring in its movement and a laughter in its — not its voice, but the sound that came from it.

Its hood obscured everything but the mouth running gash-like across its face.

And now, with the body glowing slightly, Allen could see a large red splotch on its cloak, just on the left side of its chest.

“You would never kill me—”

Mugen stabbed into the space where its chest had been, and swept a path under where its legs had stood.

But in that sliver of a second it had let itself fall backwards and roll, springing out of it as if this was all going to plan. What did it mean, Kanda would never kill it? What the hell was it?

“—and it won’t be for lack of tryin’.”

“Shut up.”

Kanda swung the sword again, sending out a wave of pests, but the level 3 was getting bored.

“You should know me better than that, Kanda! Besides, aren’t you wondering why I’m here? I should have been burned and buried!”

It dodged the attack and then held its hands about stomach height, balled together, then drew them apart — this was it! There was the noise of a bell, getting louder and louder—

There was an explosion, and the house the level 3 had perched on collapsed in on itself, forming a new pile of rubble.

“Wanna dance? If you just say you remember who I am,” it continued, cajoling now, “I’ll tell you who it was, you know, that called me back.”

Kanda just strode slowly towards it as it twirled, and extended an arm theatrically out of its cloak. Maybe it had been an actor, when its soul had belonged to a human, or a some other type of entertainer.

“Die.”

Another spirit attack, far too slow to catch the akuma. It seemed to have forgotten that it was here to hunt Allen, for the moment. He probably should have been relieved.

BOOM

Another thundering noise, scattered here and there with the bright sparks of shattering glass, sounded as the akuma collapsed a building on to where Kanda had been standing.

“Just say my name,” the thing said, and each word rang out louder, backed by the chime of a bell. “Do it. Do it!”

It flitted around Kanda, throwing up clouds of debris with its abilities, and working up a cloud — yes, Allen realized, it was trying to cut him off.

He was about to reconsider, and run in to help, when suddenly the noise stopped. Not just the sound of the bell, but the scuffling on feet on the ground, and the muffled sounds of heavy breathing.

“Shut. Up.”

Kanda had unleashed a barrage of black ghosts, seething in a circle around him to eat away the dust.

“You were nothing to me then.”

He stared blankly at the thing that had stopped to listen, frozen in its place.

“And you are nothing now.”

Mugen’s blade withdrew, and reformed, levelled at the akuma’s throat.

Over the course of seconds, his spirits disappeared, fading back into darkness. Somehow, Allen felt as if he were watching a play, some scripted performance play out. Both the fighters made sure to have time to throw insults back and forth, and stand still in the newfound silence of the night.

Yes, it was silent. But just a moment later, Allen heard it break — clumsily. Nothing dramatic about it.

There was just the soft, then louder, shameful and strangled sound of crying.

It carried on, quiet sobbing at first, then a wail, and then just seconds later it crescendoed into a scream — into two words, ripped out from the akuma’s lungs.

“I know!”

It took a blind leap at Kanda, swinging a fist instead of shooting bullets or creating its explosions.

“It was my little sister!” It shouted.

Allen placed the words in his mind alongside the others that this thing had spoken, trying to piece together what it wanted. Was it like Eliade, whose shattered memories changed and rearranged themselves?

Kanda, meanwhile, had caught its blow easily, and redirected it into a throw — and yet, this akuma must have had some training in its life. It twisted and managed to kick out at Kanda’s kneecap, sending them both tumbling. Was Kanda really humouring it that much?

“You bastards tried to hide it from her, didn’t you? But she’s so much fucking smarter than you! Takes after her brother, don'tcha think?The fight wore on, each of the akuma’s blows meeting perfect blocks, but now it honestly fought. The moment Kanda was close to something — aaaugh! Chunks of wood and plaster, stone and brick ripped out from the structures on that side.

"And I looked for you. I found you. I followed you all, through everything, I stayed with you, when I was still level 1. And you know what?”

A swift hip throw slammed it down on a wood spar that shoved through its chest with a sickening sound. Still, it managed to escape the chokehold, pulling out the spar, and held it up like a club.

“You didn’t miss me!” it yelled, punctuating each phrase with a swing. “You didn’t even remember me! I waited so fucking long, just to hear you say something, but…”

Its voice faded suddenly, snuffed out by a burst of effort. Finally it got past Kanda’s oddly loose defenses, scoring a blow that landed with a hollow noise on the back of his skull.

“…you never even said my name.”

Without the sound of battle to cloud it, Allen heard again the scratched voice of a boy about to cry.

A boy that now collapsed over Kanda, pinning him down…shit. Kanda was beaten. Now it was his job to get that obnoxious bastard out of this mess.

Was he really that tired? Was it a Noah? Or, to Allen’s sneaking suspicion was he just playing along?

He took a couple of deep breaths, and tensed his muscles, ready for the fight. It would be over quickly, even with that explosion ability.

“Innocence—”

“Stay the fuck out of this, Walker!”

Kanda yelled — screamed — him down before he’d even pulled out a Crown Clown, but Allen just had to trust him. After that business with Alma, he should have learned his lesson.

“Just hurry up, all right?” he yelled back into the street.

Kanda still lay there, at the akuma’s mercy, the spar hovering over where his throat must have been.

“Grab Johnny, and backtrack. I’ll end it.”

Allen let himself spend another moment in complete confusion, then nodded to himself.

He did not look back.

…

Kanda watched the two of them go. Allen was too much of a fucking goody-two-shoes to be trusted.

Besides, it wasn’t hard to keep the akuma at bay. No bullets, no ability, it was still trying to stick him through the throat with nothing more than brute strength. He had the edge. It had a hole in its chest.

For most of the fight, he hadn’t been able to see its face, between how fast they were moving and the hood’s shadow. He hadn’t wanted to see.

It was clear as fucking crystal that this wasn’t a fake.

But now, he couldn’t deny it any more. Not as human as Alma, no, but a level 3 that looked too real. The mechanical semblance of a face was twisted into an expression he recognized.

“Get off me.”

“Shut up,” it croaked.

Kanda wondered if those were somehow real tears, or just some clever mechanism.

It shouldn’t have mattered. This smartass akuma was still just as weak as any other. It didn’t have the skill to beat him, even without the sloppy blows and missed openings.

But…

“That’s my line, dumbass.”

“I said, shut up!”

The akuma punctuated the sentence with strikes that Kanda could have blocked. He’d heal up soon enough.

There was something boiling up in him that he had no name for. The feeling when old man Zhu told him the truth. When he saw Marie and Lena standing there, and knew that they understood him, and how much he had wanted to die, and knew he’d dragged himself back into a miserable life out of nothing but guilt.

Gently, just a bit at first, then more fully, Kanda smiled, and lifted a hand to the thing’s cheek, brushing aside what looked like tears.

“Daisya.”

It took little effort to then snap what might have been its neck and kick it off, then slam it into the ground to reverse their positions. The blood that trickled out of a cut on his cheek flowed, and took Mugen’s form.

Now Kanda knelt over that mechanical body, and pushed the hood fully away, exposing the face to what little light there was. The tattoos beneath its eyes were now holes in the metallic outer shell, and the bandages that stuck in Kanda’s memory were merely painted on. Hollow, a shell full of meaning but empty inside. But the scars and mottled, uneven skin were the same as ever, and the one rusted earring left over from an impulsive act at age 7 and a stubborn need to be cool that had stayed into their teens.

The careless collection of features was still set in an expression Kanda had rarely seen up close before, unlike the grin his mind painted over this face. It looked disgusting.

“After all that talking, I thought you’d have something to say now.”

The akuma finally snapped out of it, and rolled its eyes at him.

“You could at least let me get my head on straight, first.”

It reached its arms up to about ear level when Kanda released them, and set it in place, broken bones — no, components — healing with a crackling noise.

“That’s disgusting.”

One of the cold hands reached up to brush the bangs out of his eyes, but he didn’t flinch.

“Your face is disgusting.”

“So your sister called you back. Did you kill her?”

“Nope. Didn’t have much use for a body. She’s a good kid, you know. Oh, wait, of course you do. You’re the one who told her I fucking kicked it, ‘cos you guys didn’t care enough to come get me. You heard it, didn’t you? I had my golem on during all of it, so you shoulda had a good bunch of screaming in your ear. Must’ve been fun for Marie! He mentioned me, you know. He remembered.”

Kanda kept Mugen hovering over the akuma’s throat, steady at about an inch away. His expression was flat.

“I heard you, and the Noah.”

“That fuckin’ hat-wearing bastard. I’d thank you for kicking his ass like a dutiful teammate, but you only did that when Lena got involved. Hah! Don’t think I heard anything from her, either, but she’s always hung up on one thing or another, so I’m just going to say that she still remembers me. You can trust her, like that.”

The thing grinned up at him. “So, you gonna kill me now? Or poke another hole in me?”

“You haven’t even gotten to the point, yet.”

“Didn’t I?”

“Nope.”

“Damn.”

If this conversation had been when they were thirteen, and gangly, and sharing tiny straw mattresses between the two of them and whoever else was on the mission, it would have been funny.

Now, it just gave Kanda the cold comfort of knowing that whatever else, this thing did have Daisya’s memories.

“Spit it out.”

“Okay, okay.” The akuma sighed. “We were kind of family, at the Order, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Seven years, we were together. But, did you ever love me?”

Seven years of night trains and cover identities, tattered uniforms and stolen hair ties, ripping up the sheets to bandage wounds and carrying Daisya in the rain, for three days because the akuma were circling and his leg was broken and badly healed with Kanda’s blood.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“You didn’t cry, didn’t mourn, I don’t think you noticed it. Marie did, but you never even said my name.”

Travelling for days on end, stopping only for akuma and the occasional hour of sleep, staring at a girl in a tourist town with sharp eyes and messy brown hair, buying a trinket and leaving the next day. Tracking Cross’ inscrutable movements through snow and wind with barely a word passed between them. No quarter in battle against Tyki, or against Bolic.

“Maybe.”

It started crying again, but with a smile on its face.

“It hurts, you know. I remember pretty damn clearly, I still thought you’d save me. I still thought you’d at least, I don’t know, try.”

Age fourteen, tearing a slit down his wrist, letting the blood drip on to a broken body hoping that it would be enough to heal whatever this was. Age eighteen, boots skidding on the cobblestones as they ran, seeing the body just as light dawned. Take care of him. It was a dead body, but the words had still needed to be said. Protect him, where I failed.

“…”

There had been some kind of response lined up, but the words choked out in his throat.

Age sixteen, in the snow, grinning at a dumb joke and holding hands, waiting for the train.

He shifted position, coming to kneel beside the akuma, and not over it, smiling despite himself.

“Kanda?”

Not again. He sat the akuma’s battered body up, wrapping an arm around its shoulders, and leaned back, against a pile of rubble.

No one would ever see him in the darkness. No one would ever hear him in the void. They was fifteen again, stupid and still somehow naive enough to give a damn.

“I’ll save you this time, Daisya.”

“So, does this mean…”

“I did.”

…

Kanda didn’t show up until the next day. Johnny asked about it, worried, but Allen knew better.

That night belonged to Kanda.

#kanda yuu #dgmrarepair2k17 #dgrayrarepair #d gray man #d.gray-man #allen walker #johnny gill #the latter two show up and i use allen as a neutral pov but i'm afraid they don't play a big role

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faeriexqueen · 8 years ago

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Yuulma: 3, 22, 36, 37, 40. Any is fine!

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nagorin · 8 years ago

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FOR THE BREAKING A CHARACTER DOWN - I'm asking about both of your children (Kanda and Alma). XD

OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I’m always to talk about them all the feel I have ;___;

Starting with Kanda

How I feel about this character: It’s a little bit ironic to me, I remember how I thought he would be the least interesting character, but here I am now. Kanda is just… such a good kid??? He makes me so sad, but at the same time I am so proud of him for living through so much awful things, and his character development destroys me. He lived for so many years dealing with a trauma and trying not to care about people who belong to the organisation that brought so much suffering to his life, but even after being able to leave, he returns to help Allen. And how he stops blocking all of his emotions, dealing with them now, even if it hurts. Oh god, I just want him to take more care about himself.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Oh that’s too simple XD I can’t really bring myself to ship him with anyone who is not Alma. I don’t mind other ships, of course, cause everyone can ship what they want, but Yulma is just such a special ship for me, they just really got on the highest level of love I could feel toward pairings. I’m so inspired by them, I have too many feels about them, and I just can’t stop appreciating everything they had in canon. This writing, this tragedy, all the spoken and unspoken love they had for each other in both lives… It’s just way too beautiful ;_____;

My non-romantic OTP for this character: THERE’RE SO MUCH. I really enjoy him interacting with others, because it speaks so much about his character! I really love the sibling-like relationship he has with Lenalee - it feels like they do not even need to talk much to understand each other. Same goes to him and Marie, man, I’m so happy that they were the first one to see Kanda when he returned to the Order AND HE SMILED AT THEM OH MY CHILD.

I’m also really happy about how much his friendship with Allen improved?? Like, we couldn’t even call that a friendship at the beginning, but they’ve come so far, and the things Allen did for Kanda and Alma after learning their story breaks my heart. Allen’s truly an angel ;w; And so is Johnny, I really enjoyed the chapters with their interaction.

I’m also really week for him interacting with Link, I just really enjoyed their talk. And I believe in combat they could be LETHAL.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t even know?? I only remember seeing long-long-long ago one opinion that Alma’s arc has ruined his character and I’m still so angry about it, because, I really love this arc and the way his character is developed from being overpowered closed person to a very tragic child, who went through so much awful thing he didn’t deserve. So I just want to protect him, and I’m glad he’s appreciated enough here on tumblr.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: why did ch. 200 just happened? It really really hurts me, that his most treasured memories for now are about Alma dying in his arms because it’s the only time they were able to spend together after so many years apart ;_____; They both deserved so much more!

But sadness aside, I really am intrigued and happy about the arc Kanda’s getting now, becoming a General and going deeper to the Order’s core man that really gives me Roy Mustangs vibes somehow. And him finally being able to remember Alma makes my heart warm. I also want to know so much more about their past lives, and I hope we’ll get there in manga someday.

And just… I really want them to meet each other in the end, whether it an afterlife or reincarnation. Not too soon of course, because Kanda has a lot of things to do, but I believe Alma would wait for him forever, what was their promise to each other after all ;w;

And of course how can I not talk about Alma too ^^

How I feel about this character: Alma is one of the dearest characters to me, honestly! I actually got myself into DGM because my friend noticed to me that I might like him, and she was right! He breaks my heart and his story reminds me of my another most favourite character ever from Fate series. Maybe it’s just my type of characters - I easily fall for those, who went through too much, who are filled with rage and hatred just as much as they are filled with love. And that really suits to Alma, not to mention the narrative of becoming a monster just because other people wanted that. The way he tried to use hatred to cover from unbearable sadness and fear of being unloved by the most precious person… It makes him so human, I want to cover him with a blanket and say lots of nice things to make this child feel easier ;___; Sorry, I just really love him, ahaha.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: well, we all know the answer, I’m so invested Yulma it’s not a secret for anyone anymore ^^

My non-romantic OTP for this character: his relationship with Sixth Laboratory breaks my heart. He loved them genially despite them hurting him, and that’s the reason why his rage was so hard after learning the truth. Ah, I really love to think of some happy modern AU where Edgar and Tui adopt him, and Bak is the most nervous elder brother Alma could have (but most precious too)

I really like to think of him being really close to Lenalee in some kind of AUs. I feel like they could understand each other’s bitter feelings about the Order, and help to each other with dealing with them. Not to mention that Lena is one of the closest to Kanda, so she might have understand how important to him Alma is and would do her best to support him. And she could tell him more about what kind of person Kanda became while they were apart <33 Ah, that’s too much of opportunities to explore! I could talk about all of them for hours I guess ^^”

My unpopular opinion about this character: Well… I guess I just really want him and his past incarnation to be treated and appreciated as different characters, and same goes with my love to my ship. I’m endlessly in love with the aspect of them being reincarnated lovers, but I actually fell for their relationship and story in their current lives. So, it makes me a little bit uncomfortable when people say Kanda loves Alma because he is that person he had been searching for. Their relationship is so much more complex than just that.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: like I said already, sometimes I wish ch. 200 didn’t happen, but that’s also a thing that makes me love Yulma so much, so… I’m just really happy that Hoshino even has drawn an AU for us with him being okay, how can I complain after that? So I just wish for them to have at least one hint of reunion in the afterlife or reincarnation or anything like that, because they SHOULD be happy and together, they deserve it so much! So I’ll keep on believing ;w;

#Nagorin answers #thank you so much for asking <3

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raioseucliffe-cheney · 8 years ago

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Immortals (Chapter 2)

As far as he remembers, it always had been Yuu and him. From the day they met each other when they were still children until now. Even though they had a rocky start to even get along with each other, he can’t complain at all. Because Yuu and him are friends. Therefore it’s all right to act a bit like a spoiled kid. Because it was told, the two of them are unique. Even though blessed with Immortality, he had been the one to discover the hidden weapon within his own soul first. From an instant he knew what they are and how to call his weapon forged out of a very fine and shiny material know as Innocence.

Thanks to his Mentor Ares he quickly developed a fine handling wielding his Kusarigama in battle as well as how to disguise himself in situations needed to do so in the first place. Yuu seems to head frequently into the dimension humans are at home while he’s been there not as often as his friend. But if he does and he’s in a very good mood, he takes on the disguise of an attractive young woman in her early twenties. Otherwise he’d run around in worn out jeans, a multi colored T-shirt and some sneakers with a knitted hat to cover his shoulder-long bluish hair, that actually has some violet tint to it. Actually in a way he kind of envies how long Yuus hair got in comparison to his own.

But he loves everything about the silent man he can call his friend. Most of the time he spends watching Yuu train his skills with Mugen. There is nothing more fascinating for him than to watch in awe his best friend dance with such an elegance with the sharp blade in his hands through the rows of bamboo in their garden. There is for sure no one deadlier and beautiful in his eyes than Kanda Yuu. At least a part within him knows, there is no reason for worry at all. Whatever the situation, Yuu will be for sure there and cover his back. ************

Lately he found himself thinking almost the entire day about staying with Yuu like this within a serious relationship. Actually, he has no clue where this idea originates from, but something inside of him wishes their friendship would finally transform into something more genuine. Laying on his back at the big patio while gazing into the star-light sky a smile rest on his lips while a trusted muzzle prods his shoulder. From the day, their Innocence had awoken, both Yuu and he were sent out to journey through the different dimensions in order to find their soul companions. His own are the eagle and the coyote. Two companions he can rely on and he loves as much as he loves Kanda Yuu. “Alma, you take things too lightly” is the coyote now saying to him as he raises now his hand in order to pet the fur of his soul companion and the smile grows on his lips.

He may be naïve and kind, but he’s proven himself in many situations to be stubborn, clingy and defiant. “As long as Yuu is with me, everything is fine” is his response right now as he raises himself now and his gaze is now fixed at the eagle landing on his shoulder. “Don’t take his presence for granted, Alma. Everyone walks different paths. Even the ones to clad themselves in utter silence” are the wise words now coming from the eagle and a short sigh escapes his lips. A part of him knows they are true, but the other part within him keeps on denying the fact, Yuu might one day take a path leading the swordsman away from him. “I know, but still…” is he starting the sentence as he looks at both the eagle and the coyote. ‘Still, I just can’t let go of him’ is the thought swirling in his mind right now and he decides to get up right now.

Actually he knows his soul companions only care for his well-being. He appreciates their worry about him very much. But there is something he can’t ignore at all. The way he is drawn towards his best friend in such a magical way, he isn’t able to describe into simple words. There are these moments, where he starts to blush only by seeing Yuu shirtless out there at the patio meditating or walking through the house. A certain warmth floods through his entire body when he lays right next to him gazing at the stars or sharing a bed together, because he is again not capable to fall asleep on his own. The longing to be kissed and touched by the dark-haired swordsman is steadily growing within his chest, that he has no other explanation to it than that he’d fallen in love with his best friend.

But obviously Yuu doesn’t seem to be showing the slightest interest of their friendship to step up a notch. Most of the time the swordsman takes off and he only sees him return, when everything is clad into the dark colors of the night. Constantly he asks himself, where Yuu is going and why the dark-haired man always insist on being alone. Thoughts of the swordsman being off to meet secretly someone are kind of poisoning his mind to an extent that he started to ask Yuu every time he returns who the dark-haired man was seeing behind his back. Alone the thought of someone else laying claim on this attractive man is a catastrophe for him. Therefore he needs to figure out quickly how to secure the dark-haired swordsman for himself before anyone else is able to do so first. ************

“Yuu, you’re finally back” is he saying joyful right now as he notices the portal to appear near the patio and he runs towards his friend to hug him. But he immediately stops as he sees the red-haired young man behind Yuu to appear as well. For a moment he’s quite shocked. There is something outgoing from this man that is so familiar to him. Confused as he is, he stares now at Yuu, who is right now passing him, feeling the hand of the swordsman rest shortly on his shoulder. “I need to inform them. Take care of him in the meantime, Alma” is all he hears now from Yuu, still looking at him as the dark-haired man walks now inside the house. Deep inside Alma quickly knows who Yuu means with them. ‘He’s going to inform our mentors about the presence of one more like us’ is he thinking right now while his gaze turns now to the red-haired man in front of him. “Follow me, you look quite beat up” is he only saying right now and with a short nod the other one follows him now inside the house. There is one part within this huge house, he always wonders how Yuu came up with the name but he has to agree it fits perfectly. The so called Room of Healing. It is a simple white marbled room with a spring in the middle. This water heals any wound within minutes. Even broken bones and internal injuries if you take a little sip of the water. “Go undress and stay in the water for a while” are the next words he directs at the red-head as they reach now the Room of Healing. While the other one is tending his wounds, he goes in search of fitting clothing for the red-haired man. The thing is most of them would be kind of too small since they only fit Yuu or him. But at least he’s so lucky to find some oversized pants and shirt and returns including some towels to the Room of Healing. There he lays them near a small table and faces the door while waiting for Yuu to tell him more about the red-haired man. Even if he closes his eyes, he still feels surrounded by the same presence as if he would be constantly around Yuu.

“Thanks. What is this water? It is really amazing” “It comes from a spring and heals all kind of injuries” “So, your name is Alma?”

is he picking up the question right now as he slowly turns around and sees him dressed in the clothing he had been able to find for him. He nods in response and decides right now to show him the entire house, since the other one will be living from today on with Yuu and him.

“Do you have a name?” “I was – last time I checked – called Lavi” “Then it be all right to call you this? “Yeah. Lavi sounds fine to me”

is the red-head now answering with a bright smile while he’s for a moment uncertain about Lavi. Maybe he is assuming things, but why is the other one talking as if he has no real identity? ‘Hopefully Yuu knows more’ is he thinking right now while showing Lavi now around and explaining him the areas he isn’t allowed to enter at all. There are actually three within this house: the garden, since it is Yuus jurisdiction, Yuus living space and his own living space. Leading Lavi now in the area of the house being unused until now, he explains him that this will be from today on Lavis living space.

“So, how did you bump into Yuu?” “Yuu?” “Kanda Yuu, the dark-haired man who brought you here. He’s like me, an Immortal”

is he explaining right to Lavi, rolls his eyes and looks kind off annoyed at him. Asking the red-head might help him to figure out more about the reason why Yuu is constantly heading into the dimension of the humans.

“It might sound crazy, but Yuu-chan offered me this chance to change my perspective of life” “Wait, what?” “If he hadn’t been there I might have tried to kill myself”

are the words now coming from Lavi and with big eyes he stares now at him. But before he’s able to say something Yuu appears with a scowl on his face.

“The old man isn’t very happy about this outcome, but he can stay. Our task for now is to simply observe that Baka-Usagi” “I have a name too, you know?”

is the red-head now responding with a pout and he shortly shakes with slight amusement his head. For now he will accept Lavis presence for a while. But not, if the red-haired man turns out to show some interest on his precious Yuu.

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Poker Pair Week: Day Four (Part 2/2)

Hello dears!

Well that took longer than I had hoped it would. But since I still want to finish all the days, I’m still here, even though Poker Pair Week is totally finished now. But well, we won’t say no to finishing up all the days/prompts right? I don’t know when Day Five, Six and Seven will come, though I do hope to get them out in the next week or so. At the most through December.

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Outdoors; Suitcase; Weary

One gloved hand lifted to cover his eyes as the morning sun hit Allen's face. He gazed up with left eye closed, then shifted his eyes to look to the side as a taller frame got beside him, the only reaction to the hand that rested at the small of his back being a lifted eyebrow.

Tyki grinned at him, glad to see the familiar expression after how broken he had witnessed Allen be this night. The younger man had ended up falling back asleep against Tyki, and of course the Noah had favoured laying beside the white haired. Allen had looked better waking up, however Tyki still noticed the faintness of Allen's smile, the vulnerability. Even more so as he sought to stay close to Tyki, sitting beside him for breakfast.

But a faint smile also meant a genuine one. Allen had not hidden himself from Tyki, had even showed that he wanted the man's presence. For Tyki, that was important, one could call it a victory, yet it also… humbled Tyki. It brought happiness and warmth he wasn't quite sure how to deal with, to know that Allen was allowing him to see the younger man at his vulnerable state, and even that he took comfort in Tyki's presence.

“It seems like it's going to be a nice day, Shonen. Shall we spend it outside?” Tyki offered, patting down Allen's back before letting his hand drop.

Allen gave a wider smile, liking the idea. Then he turned thoughtful, which made Tyki watch him with a curious expression. “It might be a nice occasion to perform, if only to thank the mayor.”

Tyki blinked. “Perform?” He repeated, a bit confused, before he realized what Allen meant. “You're going to do your clown acrobatics today?”

The white haired nodded, though his eyes were sharp as he asked, “And how do you know I do that?” Oh, how he loved Tyki's expression whenever he caught the man's slips.

“Your suitcase. You have props and a costume.” Tyki grinned, knowing full well Allen knew by now Tyki had been watching most of his movements; but he loved this little game of theirs.

Allen breathed out a laugh, seeming to accept the excuse. “Come on, let's first see where I could set myself up.”

“There's a fountain close to the centre. That could work, right?” And while his voice didn't betray it, the speed of his reply hinted at the eagerness Tyki felt. The idea of watching Allen perform, as if he was just a travelling performer, felt so pleasant to Tyki-and he wasn't sure why.

The white haired seemed to ponder for a few seconds, then he grinned. “Yes, I think it will.” He paused, glancing at Tyki, who raised a brow in question. Allen cleared his throat. “I don't have to perform right now though. Maybe later, in the early afternoon. So… We can just, chill out around town?”

“Really, Shonen, this sounds like a date offer.” Tyki teased, though his smile was… fond.

“And if it is?” Allen turned toward Tyki, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side with a sly grin. “What if I'm asking you for a date?”

Well, Allen Walker really knew how to throw off people. Tyki blinked at the younger man, and realized that while his countenance was confident, the other was not bothering to hide the slight hope in his silver eyes. He's serious, Tyki knew instantly. And so, his own lips stretched into a smile, golden eyes sharp with contentment. “I would be very mad that you beat me to the punch. Not enough to refuse, though.”

Allen hummed in reply, grin widening. “You seem to know the town better than me, so I hope you have an idea of where we can go?”

“Oh, just trust me, Shonen.” Tyki did have, in fact, a few nice spots and places he could think of. It was a small village yes, but not without entertainment. He also noticed a little thing about Allen that he wanted to test: he was certain the boy loved animals. So he had a farm in mind, especially for the horses. Did he even know how to mount one? Surely Allen did…

Tyki was snapped out of his thought when he felt a hand slip into his, fingers curling around his palm. He blinked down, then gazed up. Allen was looking forward, seemingly unaffected but Tyki knew that he was fighting off pink from dusting his cheeks.

“Then show me, Tyki.” Allen told him, tilting his head so he could glance at Tyki.

And it was then that Tyki realized Allen was, indeed, trusting him. He grinned. “Let's go, Shonen~”

Tyki didn't comment, either, on knowing Allen was holding his hand because, through all his smile and cheerful mood, he still needed to feel Tyki. Like a good luck charm against the night terrors that might still haunt his mind.

It occurred to Tyki, that maybe, Allen's desire to perform, to cover himself and act, it was all to force away whatever his nightmares were about. And Tyki would made sure that, by the end of the day, Allen would feel better.

It felt way too soon when the time came to perform, and then to decide the performance was finished. But it had been a good day, a nice morning out and a lunch that was definitely a date meal, and then Allen had entertained townsfolk in the afternoon. It had stricken Tyki, as he watched Allen, that the white haired seemed natural, and more than anything, that he felt happy. Performing brought something from within his heart, likely memories, good enough to brighten his mood.

It had stricken Tyki, there and then, that if Allen could travel and perform all his life, the younger man would be happy.

“I didn't realize you were that good, Shonen. Where did you learn? Surely not the Order?” Tyki questioned, truly curious, as he approached, and soon started to help Allen sort props in the suitcase.

Allen blinked, then a smile formed, a fond one full of love. “It was Mana that taught me.” He was distracted for a second as his hands brushed Tyki's, specifically as Tyki's little finger not so discreetly brushed the side of his palm.

Tyki pretended he didn't notice the lifted eyebrow, though he did grin. “Mana?” The man asked, confused, furrowing his brows.

Allen didn't reply right away, instead putting another prop in, and also wrapping his hand around Tyki's, lifting it as he moved to the proper place what the man had been placing. “My adoptive father.” The white haired finally replied in a quiet voice. He was also unable to stop himself from brushing the part of the scar over his cheeks as he rubbed off the make-up.

Tyki watched Allen, finishing to put what needed to be put in the suitcase, his mind connecting the dots. Hadn't the Earl called Allen the boy that turned his father in an Akuma? That didn't surprise him, with the fondness he had seen just from thinking of the man, and from how happy Allen looked performing. “He taught you well.”

Allen stared at Tyki in surprise, caught off guard enough that a contented blush spread over his cheeks. “T-Thank you.”

Tyki had a rather pleased grin on his face, even more so when the blush stayed as he took Allen's hand in his, pushing it to the side so he could close the suitcase, and not letting go even as he stood up, making Allen do so too, and taking the suitcase with his free hand. “You're welcome, Shonen~”

And so they finally found themselves back to the mayor's house, a dinner waiting for them. Tyki noticed though, during the meal, that weariness showed in Allen's features, and that he would wince a little bit, even cracking his neck once. He had no doubt the boy knew how to prepare before performing, he saw him do it, but it had been a long day.

It gave an idea to Tyki, and for the rest of the meal, he earned suspicious glances because of his smug smirk. Then he offered they go rest, Allen knew something was up, but he seemed more curious than anything. That was good, and Tyki tried to not pay attention too much to how warm he felt, that Allen showed signs of trust.

“Sit on the bed, Shonen.” Tyki ordered with a grin, eager enough that it made Allen do it after only a few seconds of searching Tyki's eyes.

“And what are you planning, Tyki?” The younger man asked, watching the Noah come and sit behind him.

The answer came when he felt hands on his shoulders, thumbs pressing a line up his neck. He immediately closed his eyes without meaning to, a contented hum leaving him, even as he felt Timcanpy nestle into his hairs. He would wonder at how he was allowing the touch, the gesture, but Tyki's hands felt warm over his shoulder and neck; and then down his back. They also knew what they were doing, and Allen felt himself relax, the tenseness unwinding and his frame melting.

However, he could not avoid tensing again when Tyki's hands started to go down his arms. Both of his arms.

“Relax, Allen.” Tyki's voice breathed into his ear, making him shiver. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

The white haired was more hesitant to relax even as he let Tyki's hands start their rubbing up and down his arms. But eventually, when the first rub came, and then the second, when his mind accepted that Tyki wouldn't harm his Innocence, the soothing feeling returned, and stronger too. Crown felt confused, but Allen realized now that it had not reacted to the touch, as if it had not sensed danger. No, not as if, it was because there had been no danger.

Then his left arm was sending warmth into his body, the sign Crown was growing to enjoy the touch, and before he knew it, his back ended up against Tyki's chest. He vaguely registered that, but no sooner that he was opening his eyes, Tyki covered both hands with his own, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs.

Allen found himself closing his eyes. Some part of him felt when Tyki turned the hands, rubbing the palms. But mostly, Allen felt asleep like this, resting against Tyki's chest, head propped into the space between neck and shoulder, and missing the way arms wrapped carefully around his body, the one behind him sliding back to rest against pillows, to let Allen's body rest against Tyki's.

Missing the kiss pressed to his temple, lingering.

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Poker Pair Week: Day Four (Part 1/2)

Hello dears!

As promised I’m slowly catching up on the Poker Pair Week; and I think I could have done that with previous days but it didn’t quite seem fitting either as I would fifure out transition. But the first prompt I worked with is Comfort, and when I finished the scene, I felt that I really would break how it feels if I continued into the next three prompts.

So instead, have as part 1 the scene that is inspired by Comfort, and later I will have part 2 with the three other prompts (as the idea I have connect the three). Of course, everything does remain in chronological order!

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Comfort

Barely any sounds escaped the white haired male even as his body started to twist in the sheets. It looked as if he couldn't find a proper place at first, but Timcanpy knew better. The golden golem started to hover above his master's head, and as he expected, distress showed even in Allen's sleep. He looked scared, head going from one side to another every few moments, breath growing irregular. The golem came closer, pressing small paws to the slightly flushed cheeks, and a worried graa left Timcanpy.

It wasn't the heat that he felt that worried him, even if it was concerning. It was the way Allen had flinched, whimpering as if expecting harm. Timcanpy knew there and then that it must be a really bad nightmare, if his master couldn't feel comforted by the small touch of the golem. So all he could was to go nestle in the white hairs, cuddling the top of Allen's head and making cooing sounds in hope that it would slowly bring him to wake.

Then someone passed through the window. Literally. Timcanpy knew only one person that could, and he took off, almost smashing into Tyki's chest but sliding to a stop. The man's eyebrows shot up in surprised amusement, but then he turned concerned as the golem circled his head fast before going back to Allen.

The Noah took fast steps toward the bed, and even faster when he heard Allen whine. “Shonen?” Tyki called as he set up a knee on the matress, leaning over the sleeping form.

Something in his heart crumbled when Allen's body flinched back, almost curling on himself. The hand that had reached out to cup the younger man's cheek had stopped mid air, hesitation in the golden eyes. But then he watched as tears started to fall, body shuddering, and a frightened, broken sound left Allen.

Before Tyki knew it, his hands had skipped under Allen's body, forcing him up and pushing him against his chest. Hands clenched into the fabric of his shirt, pushing at his stomach, but Tyki only wrapped his arms more securely around Allen's frame. One hand rubbed up and down the younger's back, while the other slipped into the white hairs, fingers brushing the back of Allen's head and thumb brushing Allen's neck.

“Shonen, wake up.” Tyki called while he pressed Allen's face into his neck, lips close to Allen's ear. “Come on, Allen.”

Calling his name did the trick, and silver eyes snapped open. His breath hitched, but then he was shushed, and the first thing Allen registered was the familiar scent that he associated with Tyki. Then he registered the warmth of the man, all around him, and finally he realized that Tyki was hugging him.

He wanted to ask how had Tyki found him, if he had known Allen was close to his weakest, but there were still tears down his face, and lips pressing to his temples.

“It's okay. You're safe Allen.” The warm, soothing voice of Tyki whispered into his hairs.

Weeks ago, Allen would have pulled himself back together. But here and now, with Tyki, his breath itched again, his hands slipped to grip the back of Tyki's shirt under the man's coat, and he pressed his face closer as he allowed himself to break for a bit.

Because Allen knew, that Tyki wouldn't let go until he could pull Allen back together.

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