D.Gray-Network

Lavi presses his hand against his stomach, breathing through his teeth and trying to make the bleeding stop by willpower alone. He refuses to bleed out lying on his back in a ditch, especially because he’s on a mission with Lenalee. She’s probably the most likely to take his death badly, and he doesn’t like thinking about that situation. He should probably get up, too, so she can see him and come help. But sitting up when one arm’s broken and the other’s held fast against badly damaged abdominal muscles is very, very difficult.

Lenalee spins, back kicks an akuma and brings the same leg around to axe kick another one in front of her. Using the not-yet-exploded enemy as a foothold, she springs forward and turns with the momentum to roundhouse a third one. Allen’s fighting nearby, from tree branch to Level One back to tree, and his own explosions provide a background beat for her to dance to: kick, kick, jump, spin.

Allen likes the train ride back from a mission - there’s a sense of earned downtime, permission to rest that has a strict time limit so he won’t lose track of where he is. And usually he can keep himself occupied well enough, if his mission partner isn’t too badly injured. This time it’s Lavi; both of them are hurt, but neither bad enough to warrant anything more than a few bandages and a day or two of rest.

It’s been a rough week for both of them, but, in Kanda’s opinion, that doesn’t excuse Allen’s complete lack of even trying by the end of it. They’re on a mission, they’re working, and Allen has the fucking gall to perform a small nervous breakdown right there in the middle of a battle.

D.Gray-Man Countdown: 16th - Day 7: “Mana D. Campbell, it’s all your fault.” / Blame

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette, I’m a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget.

“Mana D. Campbell, it’s all your fault! You brought on this tragedy!”

Here is the link to read it

It’s two in the morning, but Kanda is neither surprised nor asleep when Lenalee nudges open his inn room door. He’s fully dressed and in a chair, trying to reread the mission briefing. His mind’s wandering too much tonight to sleep or do anything constructive, and so he’s stuck staring at the same two lines of text while stray unwanted thoughts meander through his head.

219th Night Countdown

Day 7: “Mana D. Campbell, it’s all your fault.” / Blame