Delirium or Insanity?

Pairing: LaviYuu

Full Summary: Was this just a brief hysteria left over from Road's mind tricks? Or was this permanent? Time was running out, it was always running out. Can't somebody help him, help them? What was happening and when would it end?

Warnings: Yaoi, BoyXBoy, Sexual Themes, Character Death, Violence, OOCness (Most of these warnings are in future chapters)

I do not own D. Gray Man or any of its characters

If there are any spelling/grammar mistakes I apologize. Also it is late, but I hope you have a great New Year! ^.^ and review please

This will be a chapter FanFic and I have started the second chapter. I also know how many chapters there will be as well as the events in those chapters, but I don't know how often I will update only because each chapter will be pretty long. I can promise that I will not stop until this is finish. I only tell you this because I want to be up front on this just so you know. Again this is the only story I'm working on so I will finish this.

Delirium - A temporary state of mental confusion and fluctuating consciousness resulting from high fever, intoxication, shock, or other causes. It is characterized by anxiety, disorientation, hallucinations, delusions, and incoherent speech.

Insanity - Relatively permanent disorder of the mind; state or condition of being insane

Delirium or Insanity?

Chapter, 1

He sat with his legs pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them underneath an oak tree. A pale cheek lay on his knees as his cloak enveloped his form like a butterfly's cocoon. Just like the branches that hung over head his cloak, at that moment, gave him a sense of safety and security. Protection from the harm that haunts his heart and being. Yet that was all a falsehood he wished to believe. Not even the release of warm tears down his cheeks could stop the aching inside him.

Coldness creeped into his soul a long time ago and now he barely notice the snow that fell from the sky as well as the harsh winds that whipped at his buried face. Everything floated away like a bottle a drift at sea, everything except a burning remnant of a flame that once flared brightly. The teen sniffled as he tried to dry his tears, but the flow just kept falling endlessly. Both cheeks were red from the harsh cold winds and crying. The snow fell heavier now as it piled on his blood red hair causing it to become dark and dull from the melting flakes. He was already buried in it as the white ice crystals surrounded his waist. Hours he had been sitting under this tree, hours that passed by slowly as he released his pain.

Why did this have to happen?

Why was life so cruel to him and Yuu-chan?

They didn't do anything to deserve this ferocity in life, all they tried to do was find some happiness in their torment lives. Some happiness that could make the impending future and nightmarish past invalid, non-existence. A way out for both them yet only Kanda had a true way out that plagued his mind like a parasite. And that thought brought a fresh wave of half-frozen tears as his feeling deaden heart ripped even more.

Right now all Lavi wanted was to stop crying, he was sick of it. So sick of not being able to stop, of not being able to control it like he use to. This was the first time in years he had cried and it was all because of the reaper attached to Kanda's back. The reaper that was counting down his time through light pink lotus petals. Lavi saw him every day and could see that as the petals fell he became stronger.

Just the other day when he saw the long haired exorcist exit Komui's office the reaper grinned at him as a shiver of anticipation shook its black form. It was hard to tear his emerald green eye away from the sight, but when he did he saw that Kanda was paler than normal and a gray hue took over his flawless creamy flesh. His face was a tad bit gaunt and shined ever so slightly with a sheen of sweat. Lavi knew at that moment what was happening, he knew that time was running out and it was running out fast.

His lithe frame shivered under the coldness of the wind that froze his damp clothes and nipped at his flesh. This was the one place he could think besides the library and the roof, this oak tree on the tip of the cliff. An emerald green eye briefly looked up and he could instantly see the clouds that surrounded the Black Order. Hiding the town that would be nothing, but an ant sized speck.

The tips of his boots just barely touched the edge of the cliff creating a dangerous air. It was that sense of danger that he loved about this place. That nagging knowledge of what if...what if he walked to close and slipped over the edge. Or even one of his most favorite questions, How would it feel to fall all the way down to the earth? Would the wind feel gentle against his body? And would the clouds create the feeling of a soft blanket sliding along his skin, a silky feeling he guessed it might be.

It was these little questions of his own purposeful or careless end, and really those were his only two options if he did end up falling over the edge, that took his mind away from the things he didn't want in his head. The rules he had to follow and the roaming mass of knowledge that slowly drove him insane. Not even his precious Yuu-chan could stop those questions from being scrutinize in his mind. For it was the Bookman inside of him that wanted the answers and his own morbid sense of self.

Lavi smiled somberly as he imaged the beautiful release that it could bring him. Release from his Bookman duties, his exorcist duties, and the love that gnawed at his ash fill heart. He didn't think he could wait for the day that Kanda left this world, he was not ready yet and Bookman was not ready to leave either.

Hot tears un-thawed the crystal tracks on his cheek yet again as they poured from his eyes, even the one under his eye patch leaked tears. Small gasping sobs broke through his silent lips as his grief reached a whole new level of pain. There was so much pressure inside his chest that wanted to be released and Lavi refused to let it escape. Yet it continued to build until he wanted to do nothing, but scream for hours until he lost his voice and his throat was raw. He refused to let his pain out like that even these sobs made his self hate grow. Crying was a weakness, a sign of emotion that a Bookman could not afford.

'Just like your love for that moody exorcist,' A voice echoed inside his head. 'You're really pathetic "Lavi" did you know that.'

The redhead stared at the swirling clouds as he listened to the cruel voice. And why should he not listen, what it said true. His 48th alias was always right, so much so that he sometimes believed it was his true feelings or even the Bookman side of him trying to slap him awake. Lavi was so afraid that the years with Bookman had finally got to him to the point where he would never to be able to feel openly again. The Black Order changed all that though or more precisely Kanda had change that.

There was still a darkness inside of him that refused to let go and with the things that he had seen with Bookman it wasn't surprising it was still there clinging to him, but Lavi was able to feel again. Until Road came along and dug inside his brain bring forth Deak to torment him. It took weeks for Lavi to right himself, weeks that were spent in the infirmary always aware of Kanda nearness and an attack on the Order. Ever since then Deak has shown up as a tiny voice whispering poisonous words that made so much sense.

Carefully standing up Lavi shook of all the snow that fallen on him and was still silent joining him in his pain. Two or three feet separated the redhead from the very edge of the cliff. Two or three feet blocked his path from the open air that he longed to have caress his body like Yuu's long nimble fingers did on sensual nights. He longed to have fierce winds sing in his ear and toss his fiery hair around like Yuu did when they were cuddled on one of their beds.

A mournful laugh escaped his blue tinted lips as he thought of the slightly disturb look Kanda got whenever he used the word cuddle. It was cute in a way that only Kanda could pull off when he denied it and said he doesn't cuddle or snuggle. It was even cuter when Lavi asked what they were doing and he replied with 'laying about'.

The tears had finally stopped for now as he took one step closer to the edge. A morbid smile clung tightly to his lips as he looked at the drop with a dull green eye. Only a foot now lay between Lavi and the edge, a foot that teased the tips of his boots. How wonderful it would be to finally be free?

'Pretty damn sweet.' he thought.

What was the point of living anyway? Kanda was going to disappear, he couldn't say or even think the word die because he still denied this with his very being, in a couple of days, he knew it and felt it deep within his soul. Being a Bookman was what he thought he wanted to do when he was younger, but then again what did he know. Lavi was just a small child when he made the choice; a choice he now re-thought about many times yet he still would never give up. If only for the simple fact that it was all he knew. That's what he kept telling himself until the reality of Kanda's death became clearer with each passing day.

One petal was all that was left on the lotus.

One petal that was withering and turning gray just like Kanda.

The desire to step off the edge gripped him so tightly that the redhead slowly raised his foot. If he really was going to do this than he wanted to savor the moment until the end. Snowflakes tickled his face as the wind blew leisurely with a waiting need. He just needed all this pain and pressure to end. Lavi couldn't take this heartache anymore as watched the other fade. He couldn't take the knowledge that soon he was going to be left behind while Kanda broke free for his own shackles and demons.

A single tear escaped from his uncovered eye before running down his cheek. One last tear for his Yuu-chan whose fragile being he knew he was going to break when they found his body, if they found it. His foot was over the edge yet not enough to finally thrust him forward into those gray clouds. Pins and needles pierced his heart making it bleed something black. Explode, he felt like he was going to explode with all these feelings physical and emotional.

'So pathetic you are...So pathetic.' Deak harshly whispered with amused laughter.

Lavi nodded his head in agreement as he closed his emerald green eye. Deak was his reaper that clung to his back, his puppeteer that controlled the strings now. It was this phantom that torments him to the end. In a way Deak was Lavi's lotus. One final time he let an anguished noise escape his lips in a quiet whisper. Stalling, that's what he was unknowingly doing. Lavi was stalling his own end as the angels silently whispered words of delay. And the final delay, the final form of his second chance came in the shape of Kanda Yuu.

The Japanese exorcist could not believe the scene that was playing out before his sapphire eyes. Sheer terror like he never felt before raced through his veins trying to attack his heart. And before he became frozen to the ground Kanda called the other's name, racing toward the redhead that had one foot raised over the edge. It was only moments ago that he sat by the window in his room with a blank expression covering his face like a mask. Kanda watched the quiet snow fall to the ground as if they were tiny faeries laughing at him.

Winter was not his favorite season, it was too cold, wet, and just plain annoying. Yet whenever it snow he loved to watch the flakes fall in their calm demeanor. It soothed him and he found the gentle quiet beautiful, but he only watched absolutely declining to go out unless he was given a mission. That was until a certain Usagi came along and changed everything. And now one of his favorite things to do was to go walking through the falling snow with Lavi by his side.

A strong desire to do just that embraced him as his sapphire eyes stared at the woods below. Kanda felt that there was something or someone out there playing out events that called to him like whispering kisses. He felt a great sorrow steadily rising from the tree tops like smoke from a fire and that smoke twirled around him like silk bondage unwilling to release their hold. Rising from his chair by the window Kanda grab his exorcist jacket and Lavi's orange scarf.

He had stolen it for the redhead's room before a long mission in Russia and had yet to give it back. Bring one end of the soft fabric up to his nose the Japanese exorcist breathed in the smell of old leather bound books and ink. Even after two months it still smelled like Lavi or was that just his wishful thinking so he didn't have to give it back. It. Was. Freezing. Yet as soon as Kanda stepped outside the desire became stronger and more insistent. After trudging through the thick forest for a couple minutes Kanda stood staring at Lavi about ready to jump.

The redhead was too caught up in his thoughts to notice another person standing near him. He didn't even hear the voice that called his name for all he could listen to was the mocking voice of Deak urging him on. Telling him that it was ok to end it, that the sweet release he wanted would come if he just hurried up and took that short plunge. Lavi tilted his head up to look at the bright gray clouded sky. Snowflakes hit his cheeks and melted on his skin as they mixed with his tears.

They were rivers of never ending water, his tears were, only stopping here and there to start up again. Most of the time without his consent. Harsh gusts of winds rocked him back and forth as he uneasily stood on one leg. One leg that was wobbling under the strain and sliding ever so slightly on the snow underneath. There was a force that was pushing on him.

Trying with all its might to get him to move, but the only thing it was successful in was getting the redhead to lower his foot back to the ground. Deak seemed to frown angrily in the back of his mind. Unlike Lavi who was completely withdrawn from his surroundings he had heard that moody exorcist calling the other. And now he didn't have the time needed to persuade Lavi before his plan was ruined.

'All you have to do is lean forward "Lavi" lean forward until you fall.'

That voice whispered was not surprising in the least when Lavi started to lean forward like the good little puppet he was. Trying to fight the force that held him in place he closed his dull bloodshot green eye. A stray tear that clung to his lashes fell to the ground melting away some of the snow.

His head was once again downcast looking at the swirling gray clouds that danced in the open air. The velvet look of the fluffy overcast was oh so tempting to his mind that the redhead couldn't wait to feel them against his skin. In the background there was this nagging noise that did not quite pierce the soundless wall enveloping him. Lavi payed it no mind as he listened more intently to what Deak was whispering to his dazed being.

'How will Yuu-chan feel if he lives to find out what I did?' The redhead questioned himself. 'Probably nothin' 'cause Yuu is strong...Stronger than me.'

He smiled weakly at the thought that was truer than anything else in the world, or so he believed. It wasn't much of a surprise when he also thought about Bookman and how he would have to get a new apprentice now. Would he be angry, disappointed, sad? Would he even feel or just stare his blank stare, because after all he was The Bookman and never showed he had a heart. Yet another fact to drive into his mind, more proof that he was the failure the old panda claimed him to be.

Lenalee, Allen, Komui, Crow-chan, and so many more people that he had met at the Order; how would they take the news? Then to lose Yuu shortly after...What was Lavi going to put them through? Was he really willing to have all his comrades go through hell just so he can escape? He didn't even have to think that hard on it for he agreed that yes he was going to let them go through hell. A coward's escape and just perfect for a pathetic failure like him. Deak's cruel chuckling echoing in his head distracted Lavi even more as he quickly continued to withdraw into himself.

There was no surprise, no surprise at all when he froze in place like an ice sculpture as warm arms caught him in an embrace. Lavi 'awoke' as he felt the unexpected hug from behind. Deak's ugly yellow claws retracted from his mind. As the cold disappeared, as the ice thawed Lavi was able to think clearly. Large tremors shook his lithe body as he finally felt the harsh wind nip at his wet clothes and bite his flesh.

Warmth spread though the arms encircling him, warming his body as it froze from nature's elements. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks as the pain inside intensified for the fog veiling it when Deak spoke poisonous words was lifted. Slowly Lavi turned around in the small space choking back sobs.

The questions of his own end that were circling his mind dissolved in his head once his emerald green eye saw the other. A grayish pale face, sapphire eyes, long black locks, and the hissing sound of the reaper filled his seeing eyes and hearing ears. His orange scarf stood out brightly in the bleak dark and white colored world surrounding it. Cold half frozen hands that were covered by fingerless gloves reached up enclosing that all too familiar face yet half expecting it to vanish under his touch. A sadness had entered those beautiful crystal blue eyes.

Pain, a betrayal, that ran deep had begun to cut into this long haired beauty's heart and soul. Lavi had wounded him deeply yet a spark of understanding twinkled in the sapphire seas of sorrow. For the long haired beauty knew that he would not be able to watch as Lavi walked away with Bookman had he the time, but he would have. Yes, if he had the chance to say 'Good-bye' to Lavi without it being tainted by Death, Kanda would take that happy somber 'Good-bye'. And happy it would be because if Death was still held at bay then there was a possible chance of them meeting again yet now there was no such chance.

Lavi gripped the Japanese exorcist in a tight embrace. Burying his nose into the crook of Kanda's neck and arms twined around his shoulders. Tears stained the orange scarf as they slipped from closed eyes. He breathed in the other's famous soap and lotus smell, he breathed it in deep. The redhead's body released all tension and quiet fear. It gave a sigh of relief as he held the long haired exorcist close. Just like all the other times Lavi embraced him and breathed in his scent.

Every time, it never failed to wash away worries ingrained so deep that they left scars. To be forgotten, forgotten if only for the moment so long as he was with his Yuu-chan everything would fade away. But the sorrow the redhead now felt could not be forgotten or washed away like a speck of dirt. As the reaper loomed over them both breathing its rank breathe down their throats, Lavi could not forget. It seemed that the reaper had taken an interest in him now; an interest that could only mean Death was soon awaiting his presence.

Lavi held back another bout of sobs as he buried his nose further into the crook of the Japanese exorcist's neck. Kanda gave a soft sigh that kissed his shoulder. The redhead hugged the other even closer in his sheer desperation to keep his long haired beauty. Did Kanda even know about the reaper? Could he see the reaper like Lavi could? Or was the glowing lotus trapped inside the ironic hourglass Kanda's only means of seeing his end?

An end that was cutting a life short, a life that was just beginning; beginning to feel, love, and let people in. A life that was teaching Lavi and bring him back from an unfeeling dead world. These questions seemed to take over his mind, replacing the ones that now frighten him. Lavi didn't care if the gray clouds felt like silk smoothing over his flesh. Didn't care how sweet his end could be because those were Deak's poisonous whispers that ripped and gnawed at his sanity.

But were they really Deak's venom filled words?

Did they not come from his brain and excited his senses?

The pure white snow continued to fall on their tainted forms covering their heads and shoulders. Lavi trembled against the other yet Kanda held on tightly. He couldn't feel the arctic winds like Lavi could for his body's reaction to the cold had died some days ago. The redhead's jaw clenched at the inner thoughts inside his head. No, these were not his evaluations. These twisted questions were Deak's cruel amusement and nothing else. None of these questions came from 'him' nor did they come from 'Lavi'.

The reaper's putrid breathe brushed against his neck causing the redhead to shiver. This dark cruel thing, this black shadow of Death was it really only seen by him? Did Lenalee, Allen, or even Komui see it? Was it here just to torment him like the lotus tormented Kanda? How did Kanda even feel watching his life grow shorter right before his sapphire eyes every day? Lavi growled lightly in his throat as his mind was assaulted. All these questions that did not belong to him circling around making him dizzy; not giving him a moment's peace to think of what matter.

'If it's not Deak's venomous words than it is that damned Bookman part of me that wants nothing, but every little detail!' Lavi thought. He felt gentle lithe fingers brush through his damp blood red hair and petal soft lips on his cheek brushing the tears away. Warm crystalline tears that fell one after another, tears that he had not known his was crying. Lavi had thought they stopped awhile ago. Kanda in a very un-Kanda-like fashion was whispering soft caring words. Quiet frantic muffled words caressed the Japanese exorcist's neck as Lavi spoke in a whisper.

"I can't do it...I can't do it, Yuu-chan!"

Kanda's usual cold hard sapphire eyes soften with lament and understanding. Yet this small acknowledgment the redhead had spoken splintered and cracked Kanda in ways too foreign to describe. Did Lavi not want to be here with him till the end like he wanted to be with Lavi? This was to be expect through, in Kanda's mind, when he first met the annoying redhead he knew that this Baka Usagi would be able to thaw him out. That he would unknowingly cause Kanda to let him in. The redhead would crush his fragile being with one flick of a finger, he knew that Lavi would be his downfall.

It was no secret, no secret at all; just a moment waiting to happen at a later date. And this later date had finally come at the ending of his days. The worst time for such a betrayal for it would not allow them to heal from this sting. Reaching up he placed his hands on either side of the redhead's face before lifting it from the crook of his neck. Looking into that solemn face and murky green eye the Japanese exorcist wiped away tear tracks with his thumbs.

"Don't Lavi," Kanda soberly said as he shook his head. "Don't talk like that. Just because my time is up doesn't mean yours has to end prematurely." He stared hard at the other with the best stern glare he could muster up at the moment. Nothing seemed to be reaching the redhead, nothing but the sound of his voice for his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. A tickle formed in Kanda's throat as nausea rose in him. The long haired exorcist could feel the blood and bile mix in his stomach forcing the nausea to become worst.

Pushing it down with all his might he tried to reach Lavi still. This wasn't the time to show the other how sick he was, it wasn't the time at all. Sapphire eyes quickly glanced to their left then right. At that moment Kanda realized just how close to the edge of the cliff they where and how little space there was for them to kneel in.

'Is this the place he always went to when he was upset or needed to think?' he thought.

For Kanda it was a known fact that the redhead had his places he disappeared to, especially when he was upset or needed some quiet. Hell he had those places himself and Lavi was the only one who knew them as well, but unlike Lavi, Kanda never followed him to those places. He only knew the niches within the Order because they were the most obvious and places he disappeared to also. The woods were a different story with its vast amount of trees surrounding the tall tower, Lavi could have been anywhere among their trunks and branches.

Though it was always after they had a particularly bad fight, one that was almost always about Bookman or the lotus where no one won, did Lavi leave the Order for the comfort of the trees. Kanda had always sat and watched him from a window until he blended in with the tightly enclosed forest. Sometimes he even stayed there until the redhead emerged again, but where he went he couldn't say.

The dull green of Lavi's eye was hidden behind his eyelid as Kanda refocused on the redhead again. More persistent was the coughing tickle in his throat pleading him to just let the nausea take over so he could get rid of the contents swishing in his stomach. Wrenching his head to the side and laying eyes on the gray clouds the long haired beauty cough violently. Quickly he covered his mouth with a hand that rested on the other's cheek. Lavi's eye shot open as he heard the coughing and felt the hand leave his face.

Ribbons of blood slipped through Kanda's fingers as he tried to hold it in. The reaper chuckled a sickly laugh that chilled Lavi to the bone and sent shivers down his spine. Out right glee beamed from the dark shadow of Death as he patiently waited. Carefully he dragged the other with him as he sat with his back against the tree again. Kanda was placed in his lap as he wrapped his arms around the thin waist.

It took sometime for the long haired exorcist to stop coughing blood, but during that time Lavi held on to him with more tears staining his pale skin. Anger bubbled in him at these never ending tears; he hated them and just wanted them to stop. Yet seeing Kanda like this had him shedding that crystal wetness again.

"I loved you ever since I first saw you," Kanda voiced through panting breathes. "Even when I said I hated you, I still loved you. Just took me awhile to realized and accept it..."

Lavi smiled through his tears and snuggled against Kanda.

"Whatcha ya love most about me?"

"Your irritating lop-sided grin and annoying bright red hair."

Kanda pulled the other's headband off letting the soft red strands fall around Lavi's face as the snow piled in his hair cascaded away. Slipping his fingers through the silky locks Kanda brushed away some remaining snow.

"I thought you hated my 'irritating' grin and 'annoying' bright red hair." Lavi said.

Kanda smiled as he saw the redhead's lips twitch at the corners in a tiny smirk. Only small smiles were allowed, only small smiles for it wasn't really the time or place for that blistering joy. No, only a somber happiness was allowed to leak through the bleak surface of their pain.

"Don't you know by now Lavi, I hate the things I love."

"Where does Allen fit into that logic then!"

Kanda smacked him upside the head lightly before glaring.

"Don't bring up Moyashi, but if you must know I truly cannot stand him."

Lavi smiled his irritating lop-sided grin as Kanda's words honestly made him want to laugh. As well as the pout that had form onto the long haired exorcist's lips without him knowing. Gently he undid Kanda's hair tie and threaded lithe fingers through the long strands while his other arm was wrapped around Kanda's waist. He pulled the other closer to his body not wanting to let go as the Japanese exorcist wrapped his arms around his neck. Closing his dull green eye as he buried his nose in soft black hair Lavi breathed in the clinging scent of soap and an underlying lotus fragrance.

"I love your hair the most," Lavi whispered. "And your amazing sapphire eyes."

Kanda sighed at those words and closed his eyes. He may not have been able to feel the warmth and Lavi may be freezing at this point, but Kanda still could feel a gentle heat radiating inside his chest.

"I gonna miss you."

It was Lavi who had spoken those words for he needed the other to know that he truly did fear that end. Even if those words didn't speak his fear he knew that Kanda could hear. Burying his face further into the other's long black locks, Lavi quietly listened to the snow fall and ignored the reaper's unpleasant sounds. The oak tree's branches protected them from the falling snowflakes creating a small space, a small world of their own were they could sit and watch the thick falling ice crystals around them.

His mind was blissfully blank as he tired to relax his tense muscles. There was no more questions plaguing his thoughts. No images or false sense of freedom he got when he thought about his end yet Deak still ran his mouth in the distance of his mind. Broken sentences came as an echo to his mental ears.

'Pathetic...nothing for you here...You make me laugh...MINDLESS FOOL!'

Absent mindedly the redhead stroked shaking fingers through mangled and knotted hair as he tried not to listen. It didn't matter what Deak said so long as Kanda was by his side caught up in his arms, it didn't matter at all. Lavi hand was captured in a snarl of hair which confused him only slightly. Usually Kanda's hair was a perfect, smooth, and an effortless waterfall of black locks everyday. Despite the fact he always washed it with soap the Japanese exorcist always made sure his hair was immaculate.

It was a somewhat compulsive act for him; a way, Lavi thought, for him to have some normalcy even if some people found it odd. The redhead smiled briefly at all the times he tired to get the other to let him brush those long silken locks only to be violently threaten. There were a few times though were he did win and Kanda had let him brush his hair, promising to sit quietly and just relax. He found it almost cute how the other had had his eyes downcast with a very faint blush tainting his cheeks.

Problem was the long haired exorcist would have smacked him in the back of the head again if he found that Lavi had used cute to describe him. But what was puzzling the redhead now was the simple fact that before Kanda's hair had been that immaculate silk it always was. Even with him running his hand through the long locks it would not have been knotted this bad, if it became that way at all.

Kanda's body was freezing to the touch yet he didn't find that odd for Kanda was always colder than normal and it was below freezing out here. A small bit of fear gnawed at his gut as the abrupt thought of Death crossed his mind. Surely it was not that time, the other still had a couple days, weeks, a month at best before he fell to that cold black abyss.

His nose scrunched up as a corroding smell hit his nostrils. Stronger it was than the rank putrid breathe of the reaper, who seemed at this point to be shaking with soundless giggles. A thick muddy wetness soaked the front of his clothes as grimly fingertips touched his face. Lavi was afraid to open his eye yet that Bookman side of him reared its ugly head and forced him to look. A blood shot green eye widens at the horrific sight before him. Pale cheeks grew slightly green and bile rose in his throat.

Black knotted hair fizzed in spots around a gray face of death that had flesh falling off the bone. Two dark empty holes pour bloody tears as they stared at him with a child-like confusion. Where did those sharp cold sapphire eyes go? Rotting breath wheezed through decaying teeth and gums as maggots fell out of a blacken mouth. Lavi gagged as he strongly threw the Kanda corpse off him before he quickly dashed on shaking legs through the woods. Behind he could hear the reaper's spine chilling cruel laughter that ate at his bones.

That face of Death, he couldn't get it out of his mind and soon he was collapsing on the ground as vomit poured from his mouth. His head spun with dizziness, his limbs moved like solid steel, and his sight was blurry from more than just his fresh tears. Crawling, crawling he tired to move toward the Order away from the horror behind him. One, two, maybe four feet he had no idea how far he crawled even with his Bookman training the redhead could not keep count. And yet it was at that moment that he felt jello bones as hard as granite and flesh that slid on them like rubber gloves two sizes too big grip his ankles.

Looking back quickly he saw the corpse with his hanging mouth and empty eye sockets. It clawed at his legs trying to pull him back to the deeper parts of the woods, trying to move him from the sight of the tower windows which were in sight now. Only a few more feet and the redhead could make it, only a few more. The grip on him never eased or ceased as it dragged him away making it impossible for him to escape.

Lavi saw the reaper controlling tiny silver puppet strings, playing with his victim as he tortured a future one. Terrifying him into the deepest fear of Death it could. The Kanda corpse flipped him over before straddling his waist. Its face leaned down close to his ever so slowly making its decaying breath unbearable to breathe in. Closing his eye tightly Lavi thrashed about trying with all his might and wasted efforts to throw this thing off his body.

He screamed as eroding teeth bit into his flesh with great bites. Eating him away bit by bit like a piece of meat. The pain was excruciating as white spots danced in his vision. His voice was lost in a matter of minutes and now everything was silent expect the munching sounds of the corpse eating away.

But then his view changed, instead of looking at the mass of hair and branches of endless trees, Lavi now watched from a far like an audience sitting in rows upon rows of seats. The edges of the scene faded out until the black shadows consumed the image.

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