Bwhahaha~ Another LUCKY D.Gray-Man fiction that I'll probably never finish! XD I dun know... I'm kind of partial to this idea and the Nazi one (Oh by the Gods YES! Can't you just imagine Tykki, Cross, and Lavi looking completely sexy in those uniform?*drools* That has got to be one of the BEST mental images EVER) so hopefully I'll get around to finishing it inbetween all this cleaning and crap that I've to do right now. But anyways~ I felt I needed to start writing again because my skills are getting terribly DULL (like everything else that doesn't involve a broom or a mop).
OHOHOH! By the way~ This is supposed to have pieces missing -like my jumping too fast inbetween actions- I'm trying to make you confused like the main character... Just think of it as me pulling a Jose Saramago if you must. But here's a tiny explanation of just WTF is going on~
During the final battle between the Order and the Earl, Rhode Kamelot began to act strangely.... She was still herself, but at the same time very much NOT. There was something different and her abilities changed. Just as the exorcists were winning, she captured Allen Walker and sent Lavi to an alternate 'dimension', preventing the Order's success by getting rid of it's two most powerful pawns. As Rhode was sending Lavi away, she begain to feel guilty about what she was doing, knowing he'd lose everything there, so she gave him one person he could 'always depend on' in this new place.
The only problem, was that Lavi was going to have to get over the fact that he hates the man's counter-part here in his own dimension if he ever wants to make it through the night.
At night in the town of Scandalous (LOL, sound familiar?!), strange creatures roam about and anyone stupid enough to not lock their door, may just find themselves a midnight snack for the undead. (BWAHAHAHA! Oh YES! The scariest vampire of all: alternate dimension's Sherrill!!!!! Everyone beware, and I'm sorry, but this is going to be one of the only times I ever like vampires. But HEY! Tykki gets EARS AND A TAIL! Oh yes! Lycanthropes for the win! Kuhuhu~) *ahem* Sorry about that, I'll stop spazzing now...
Rating: PG13 (language and a few other things)
Warning: I couldn't remember if Lavi's forty-eight was 'Dick' or 'Deke' so I used 'Dick' because it went better with his personality. Lol, Lavi the main hero and villian?
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“OuchOuchOuchiiiieee~” Lavi sat up and held his aching head in his hands, rubbing his temples soothingly as he willed the pounding to stop. As the pain dulled, he slowly stood up, looking down at the dirt path before letting a little wooden sign catch his attention. “Welcome to Scandalous, eeh?” He shook his head to clear the fog from his brain before he re-read the sign. Surely, he was missing something? The cheery, warm wooded buildings around him and the lively sounds were something new… and most definitely NOT something he would find in England… Nor anywhere else around the Order for that matter.
“Just where the Hell am-” He blinked, eye wide in surprise and images and voices filled his head. Shouting and screaming… A horrid blast resounding from the stone walls and… Oh my God. Noah. Rhode. Final battle. It all came flooding back and he found himself clutching his head again, panting, as the sensations that came with the feelings grew sharper and more frequent. A cold sweat broke out over his body, pooling at the small of his back as he lowered himself back down to his knees.
“… The ones you hold dear shall never recognize you there, and they will never see you as anything but the enemy. Though I’ll be kind, only because I understand how it feels to lose those close to you, and I’ll grant you one ally… His face may not be one you’re fond of, however. Be careful now little rabbit~ And I promise I‘ll take really good care of Allen for you!”
“Are you alright? You look sick… Sir? Could I lead you to the local doctor? He’s my brother and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind even if you don’t have any money and-” He felt a hand on his shoulder, comforting and familiar in the way it rested there. Lavi closed his eye and smiled up at the person before him, unwilling to find out just yet if he really knew this girl. “No no, that won’t be needed, thank you.”
She gasped, her hand leaving his shoulder to cover her mouth. “Oh…. Oh my- Dick? Is that you?” Her voice was very quiet, as if she were trying to hide something… Trying not to let everyone else know. He had to open his eye at this. Lavi had called himself this as his forty-eighth alias before he ever entered the Order, how did this… How did Lenalee know that name? “I think you’re mistaken, Lenalee. My name is Lavi.”
The redhead did his best to muster the same goofy grin he’d used to reassure the other exorcist, but it just didn’t seem to work.
“Oh… Dick… You really shouldn’t have come back.” She was trembling now, looking as if she might burst into tears. Leaning into her hands she let her short black hair serve as a veil to cover her face. “Lenalee, I’m not-” He felt more than saw the foot that was jammed into his face, forcing him back down into the dirt. “You don’t have to lie! If you came back for some money then here just take it and go! You don’t…. You didn’t… Need to lie to me again.” Tears ran down her cheeks as she shoved something into his hands. There was something like hurt in her eyes, a look of betrayal that haunt him like nothing else.
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“Look over there! Isn’t that him?” Eyes stared, with hatred as their only gleam in this dim light, as he made his way across the pub. “Oh, but didn’t you hear? He came back earlier and threatened poor miss Lee out of her money and into tears!” Whispers that were made to ensure they captured his attention filled the space, the music drowned out by the heavy air of tension.
Lavi didn’t know who this ‘Dick’ was, but he figured that any half-wit could’ve made the guess that the man had done some very terrible things. His mind ran at a speed much greater than most as he sat in the darkest corner he could find. He needed peace and quiet, he needed to get away from all this confusion so he could sort things out and continue to record properly. At this rate, getting half of the details un-jumbled and correct would be a MIRACLE.
“Yo, Dick!” A large hand gripped his shoulder so tightly that the pain snapped him from his musings. “For the last damn time! I am NOT-” The redhead stopped himself mid-sentence as he turned to see just who he was speaking. There was a couple a smug looking thugs smirking back at him. Lavi tried to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat, managing with an audible ‘gulp’ as the men stepped closer, far too close for comfort. The hand slid up from his shoulder to grip his chin, tugging his head upwards for examination. “Well, well… You look even more like a bitch than before you left!” He snarled and stomped on the man’s foot as the other leaned in to whisper. “But I wonder… Do you still scream like one?” The Bookman apprentice stilled, eye wide as the two laughed, picking him up from his seat.
“I am NOT Dick! My name is LAVI! Now fucking LET GO OF ME!” He struggled in their grip, yelling, hoping his hidden pleas would reach someone. Certainly, he’d been trained in hand-to-hand combat but thugs don’t play fair and he had no chance of winning alone. He did not like where this was going because he could only wager a guess at what could possibly be at the top of the stairs they were trying to lead him up. Lavi had this horrible suspicion that it involved a room and a bed and- Oh god, please no! “No…no…No,” he whimpered, all of the fire gone from his burning anger.
