Rejected (D. Gray Man Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

That night I couldn't sleep. I tried making myself tired, but I just couldn't.

I got so frustrated that I slapped myself. Oww.. I thought, rubbing my cheeks. Great idea, Y/N. Slapping yourself to death will definitely would help you fall asleep.

I expected a humorous laugh, but I didn't get one.

My mind alert, I searched the room for the cause of my worry, only to figure out that it was Alice's comments I usually expected. Without her voice, I felt a little lonely. Don't wake her up. I thought to myself. Alice is probably sleeping.

But does Innocence even sleep?  I rolled around.

Maybe she's in a dormant state and comes around when she wants to. I started theorizing more. Or she could actually be 'sleeping'. After all, she does seem to have human-like qualities...

I mentally facepalmed myself for thinking such ridiculous things. Go to sleep... I mentally willed myself.

My mind drew a blank and I felt myself relaxing. I was about to drift through the dream world when my mind started to wander off its course, and thoughts suddenly tumbled down.

Awake, I attempted to block them out by not thinking about them, but it only made the thoughts thrash harder against the barrier.

I let out a frustrated sigh and allowed my train of thought to flow.

Something about Exorcists, Alice's training that's going to be 'fun'... I snorted. She'd be one of those evil coaches who force people to train for 10 hours straight. 

Something about Lenalee and Komui not being siblings but adopted ones... carved rocks... food and teriyaki octopus balls... My stomach rumbled slightly at the mention of food. I sighed, wishing I had asked for more strawberry daifuku.

My hunger is keeping me up... I always have this problem, never having enough to eat... I facepalmed myself for my stupidity.

Where has my logic gone? The goddamn kitchen has seemingly limitless amount of high quality food; all that food in front of me and I didn't order it! My thoughts saddened to match my hunger and rantings about food.

I'm not done yet, there's still more. My thoughts spoke suddenly.

I frowned, wondering why my own thoughts would speak back at me. I figured it was my subconsciousness, since everyone's subconsciousness always has something important to tell.

Allen knows something, and it's keeping me awake all night. I felt the blood drain from my face. You know it was the real reason why you're awake; it was worry, but it wasn't for food. The hungry status of my stomach suddenly dwindled to zero.

This new worry was strong enough to make me lose my appetite.

What did he figure out?

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Lavi's P.O.V.

I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to catch some shut eye.

But I couldn't.

Groaning, I stuffed my head into my pillow, bored, and counted the seconds that went by. I attempted to take long but slow breaths, letting my face warm up from the heat I was creating.

However, my oxygen supply was running out and my head clouded. Nearly suffocating, I flipped over and looked at the ceiling, hands under head, and filled my lungs with air.