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[Oct 5] [D.gray man] Bargaining
Title: Bargaining
Day/Theme: Oct 5/bargaining
Series: D.Gray Man
Character/Pairing: Kanda
Rating: Gen. I am so out of practice.
Every so often, he'll remember the first time he died. Its one of the memories that sneak up on him when he's meditating, one of the ones that make his jaw clench and his muscles tense.
...
The fear, clenching his bowels in an iron vice as he watched his teammate's head fly past his shoulder in a spray of blood. The slow scramble as he turned to flee, all thoughts of fighting back forgotten.
Even now, the memory makes him flush in shame. The fact that he was little more than a child at the time and newly chosen of the Innocence does little to paliate the humiliation of having run from battle.
The shock as the jagged edge of the Akuma's arm pierced his back. The searing pain that picked him up and flung him bodily into darkness.
As he lies bleeding, he sees in his mind's eye, a glowing lotus in an hourglass. At this point, it is still whole, pink and fresh, it's ethereal beauty unmarred by time.
His eyes widen as a petal slowly turns dusky and peels off the base. The blood pounds painfully in his ears.
He can't help it, but the words rise unbidden into his mind. Scraps of childish prayers, begging, an inchoate jumble of words.
Oh God, please no. Not that. I'll do anything. Please.
Its embarrassing, the rational part of his mind grunts in disgust, but that too, is slipping away. Sliding into the gathering dark.
It's getting harder to breathe.
As his vision fades, he sees the petal fall.
...
He wakes with a shuddering gasp, hands clawing blindly at nothing. One flailing limb contacts flesh and something else goes pinwheeling away, then strong hands pin his arms down by his side. Light rushes back and the first thing he sees are two bleary eyes looking back at him from out of a lined, worn face.
It's his master.
He fights down the fear, battling for some semblance of control, all the time harrying his mind to present him with a complete inventory of his parts.
I died. But I seem to be mostly here. If lying in a pool of sticky unnamable secretions.
There is surprisingly enough, no pain.
His heart continues to hammer wildly, even as Marie hands General Theodore his spectacles. Cool grey eyes take in the damage, then for an instant, they focus on something barely visible amidst the shreds of his uniform.
"Let's get you cleaned up yuu-kun."
With the General watching, there's nothing for it but to scowl and let Marie help him up and escort him back to their quarters.
...
It's not like he hasn't died again since, but he'd like to think that he now does so in a less mortifying manner.
Day/Theme: Oct 5/bargaining
Series: D.Gray Man
Character/Pairing: Kanda
Rating: Gen. I am so out of practice.
Every so often, he'll remember the first time he died. Its one of the memories that sneak up on him when he's meditating, one of the ones that make his jaw clench and his muscles tense.
...
The fear, clenching his bowels in an iron vice as he watched his teammate's head fly past his shoulder in a spray of blood. The slow scramble as he turned to flee, all thoughts of fighting back forgotten.
Even now, the memory makes him flush in shame. The fact that he was little more than a child at the time and newly chosen of the Innocence does little to paliate the humiliation of having run from battle.
The shock as the jagged edge of the Akuma's arm pierced his back. The searing pain that picked him up and flung him bodily into darkness.
As he lies bleeding, he sees in his mind's eye, a glowing lotus in an hourglass. At this point, it is still whole, pink and fresh, it's ethereal beauty unmarred by time.
His eyes widen as a petal slowly turns dusky and peels off the base. The blood pounds painfully in his ears.
He can't help it, but the words rise unbidden into his mind. Scraps of childish prayers, begging, an inchoate jumble of words.
Oh God, please no. Not that. I'll do anything. Please.
Its embarrassing, the rational part of his mind grunts in disgust, but that too, is slipping away. Sliding into the gathering dark.
It's getting harder to breathe.
As his vision fades, he sees the petal fall.
...
He wakes with a shuddering gasp, hands clawing blindly at nothing. One flailing limb contacts flesh and something else goes pinwheeling away, then strong hands pin his arms down by his side. Light rushes back and the first thing he sees are two bleary eyes looking back at him from out of a lined, worn face.
It's his master.
He fights down the fear, battling for some semblance of control, all the time harrying his mind to present him with a complete inventory of his parts.
I died. But I seem to be mostly here. If lying in a pool of sticky unnamable secretions.
There is surprisingly enough, no pain.
His heart continues to hammer wildly, even as Marie hands General Theodore his spectacles. Cool grey eyes take in the damage, then for an instant, they focus on something barely visible amidst the shreds of his uniform.
"Let's get you cleaned up yuu-kun."
With the General watching, there's nothing for it but to scowl and let Marie help him up and escort him back to their quarters.
...
It's not like he hasn't died again since, but he'd like to think that he now does so in a less mortifying manner.