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[Jan. 8] [D.Gray-Man] End of Days, Part 8
Title: End of Days pt. 8
Day/Theme: Jan. 8/beyond the sphere of human vision, we met and embraced
Series: D.Gray-Man
Character/Pairing: Ensemble, with a few OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Part 7
The nurse finally evicted Lavi after an hour. She looked at him, mouth pressing in to a thinner and thinner line as she looked him up and down. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and immediately ordered him back to bed.
He went, and with enough lack of protest that the nurse made a note to say something to the doctor.
As he trudged across the waiting room, something smacked into his legs, nearly sending him toppling backwards. A few quick steps back saved him; he looked down.
A little girl looked up at him. Her eyes went wide.
Well, Lavi was the friendly one (at least he was in this particular iteration), so he grinned. "Hey there. I think we've met, but not formally and all that stuff. I'm Lavi." He reached out to pat her on the head and perhaps ruffle her hair.
Her face scrunched up, and then she curled in on herself and started to wail.
Three nurses came running, murder in their eyes, while Lavi held his hands up in the air, prostesting "I didn't do anything! I swear! I don't know what I did!" all while the little girl kept screaming and screaming.
She hunched down lower and lower still, pulling her shawl around her. Her friend, the one who had made the dancing syringes, came bursting out of the examination room, calling out something that sounded like Doloschka!
The sound of screaming cut off abruptly. The boy blanched and skidded to a halt, then joined the others in staring at the small black dome that covered the spot where the little girl had been.
"What the hell?" Lavi leaned forward, extending a hand carefully. He felt the same sort of faint, discordant buzz as when he touched someone else's innocence weapon, but that didn't stop him from rapping on the dome. It made a dull, chiming sound, as if he were rapping on thick ceramic. "Huh."
"What is it this time?" A new voice, one that made Lavi cringe and grit his teeth. He couldn't tell what was wrong with the voice, but it sounded as if bits of stone and metal were grinding together inside the speaker's throat.
Lavi knew that voice. But from where? Memories slid and scuttled across the front of his mind, but none of them were the right memories. The only memory he could find of this person was of him talking to Johnny only an hour earlier.
He made as if to push past the nurses, but the boy (Lavi now placed him as Russian, upper class but not nobility, Moscow area--and also placed him as familiar) tugged on the man's sleeve, and shook his head. "It's okay, Jamie. She's just being Dolores," he said, and that apparently was explanation enough.
Jamie took a step back and merely glowered at everyone as the boy sidled his way past the nurses and knelt down beside the dome. He tapped his fingers on it in a four-beat, syncopated pattern. Then he laughed and reached through the dome. From the way his shoulders curled round, he was clearly wrapping his arms around something. Or, someone.
He looked up at Lavi and the nurses, hazel eyes ridiculously wide and imploring. Lavi had a feeling the little twerp knew exactly what kind of effect those eyes had, especially on middle-aged, female nurses.
Of course, only reason he stepped back was that he recognized a private moment when he saw one. Really. Lavi headed back to his room, barely catching a glimpse of how the black dome collapsed, revealing a shivering little girl who now had her face buried in her friend's shirt.
He'd be sure to get some answers about who they were tomorrow, he told himself as he flopped down on his bed. Meanwhile, he needed to get some sleep. He was...
...not exhausted. The fatigue that had made him fall asleep with his head practically in Lenalee's lap was just plain gone.
"Dammit."
He went back to tracing patterns in the ceiling tiles and trying to shove memories back in their proper places and wondering why the hell he thought he knew those three people.
* * *
Miranda woke briefly when she heard the screaming and wailing, then drifed back into half-sleep. In the recesses of her mind, she heard herself ask herself: Is she all right?
Miranda had no idea what she was talking about, but resolved to do something about it when she wasn't so tired.
She thought she felt something crowding in at the back of her mind. Then, a quick furtive hug and a sense that there was so, so much to talk about.
Miranda slept and did not remember her dreams.
Part 9
Day/Theme: Jan. 8/beyond the sphere of human vision, we met and embraced
Series: D.Gray-Man
Character/Pairing: Ensemble, with a few OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Part 7
The nurse finally evicted Lavi after an hour. She looked at him, mouth pressing in to a thinner and thinner line as she looked him up and down. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and immediately ordered him back to bed.
He went, and with enough lack of protest that the nurse made a note to say something to the doctor.
As he trudged across the waiting room, something smacked into his legs, nearly sending him toppling backwards. A few quick steps back saved him; he looked down.
A little girl looked up at him. Her eyes went wide.
Well, Lavi was the friendly one (at least he was in this particular iteration), so he grinned. "Hey there. I think we've met, but not formally and all that stuff. I'm Lavi." He reached out to pat her on the head and perhaps ruffle her hair.
Her face scrunched up, and then she curled in on herself and started to wail.
Three nurses came running, murder in their eyes, while Lavi held his hands up in the air, prostesting "I didn't do anything! I swear! I don't know what I did!" all while the little girl kept screaming and screaming.
She hunched down lower and lower still, pulling her shawl around her. Her friend, the one who had made the dancing syringes, came bursting out of the examination room, calling out something that sounded like Doloschka!
The sound of screaming cut off abruptly. The boy blanched and skidded to a halt, then joined the others in staring at the small black dome that covered the spot where the little girl had been.
"What the hell?" Lavi leaned forward, extending a hand carefully. He felt the same sort of faint, discordant buzz as when he touched someone else's innocence weapon, but that didn't stop him from rapping on the dome. It made a dull, chiming sound, as if he were rapping on thick ceramic. "Huh."
"What is it this time?" A new voice, one that made Lavi cringe and grit his teeth. He couldn't tell what was wrong with the voice, but it sounded as if bits of stone and metal were grinding together inside the speaker's throat.
Lavi knew that voice. But from where? Memories slid and scuttled across the front of his mind, but none of them were the right memories. The only memory he could find of this person was of him talking to Johnny only an hour earlier.
He made as if to push past the nurses, but the boy (Lavi now placed him as Russian, upper class but not nobility, Moscow area--and also placed him as familiar) tugged on the man's sleeve, and shook his head. "It's okay, Jamie. She's just being Dolores," he said, and that apparently was explanation enough.
Jamie took a step back and merely glowered at everyone as the boy sidled his way past the nurses and knelt down beside the dome. He tapped his fingers on it in a four-beat, syncopated pattern. Then he laughed and reached through the dome. From the way his shoulders curled round, he was clearly wrapping his arms around something. Or, someone.
He looked up at Lavi and the nurses, hazel eyes ridiculously wide and imploring. Lavi had a feeling the little twerp knew exactly what kind of effect those eyes had, especially on middle-aged, female nurses.
Of course, only reason he stepped back was that he recognized a private moment when he saw one. Really. Lavi headed back to his room, barely catching a glimpse of how the black dome collapsed, revealing a shivering little girl who now had her face buried in her friend's shirt.
He'd be sure to get some answers about who they were tomorrow, he told himself as he flopped down on his bed. Meanwhile, he needed to get some sleep. He was...
...not exhausted. The fatigue that had made him fall asleep with his head practically in Lenalee's lap was just plain gone.
"Dammit."
He went back to tracing patterns in the ceiling tiles and trying to shove memories back in their proper places and wondering why the hell he thought he knew those three people.
* * *
Miranda woke briefly when she heard the screaming and wailing, then drifed back into half-sleep. In the recesses of her mind, she heard herself ask herself: Is she all right?
Miranda had no idea what she was talking about, but resolved to do something about it when she wasn't so tired.
She thought she felt something crowding in at the back of her mind. Then, a quick furtive hug and a sense that there was so, so much to talk about.
Miranda slept and did not remember her dreams.
Part 9