D. Gray - man [ laven ] FanFiction- Scotomaphobia

CHAPTER 6: Fated

Allen realized that the thing on his head wasn't and couldn't possibly be an Akuma about the second after he thought it. And the possibility it could be anything but what it was; was soon erased as he felt it nuzzle his head. "Timcanpy, not now." Allen said in an irritated tone. Normally he wouldn't be so rude, but a friend almost on death's door didn't help with politeness. The blind white haired exorcist was busy attending to Lavi hoping that somehow he could stop him from bleeding to death.

The one eyed red head had already lost too much blood. And there was no probable way for the team to make it to medical attention in time. Being as they were only god knows where, probably somewhere in the mountains as Lavi hypothesized that was where they were all those minutes ago. It seemed ages had passed since the train had been fully functioning and everything was at peace. If they were in the mountains there was no knowing of how close or how far away they were from the next town. For all they knew they could be an hour away when riding the a train going many miles an hour. Train time didn't equal on foot time which means if they were to try and attempt to get anywhere it would take an hour for every two the train took.

That could possibly mean it would take the teens days to reach the next town if they were in perfect health. In addition they were injured so the journey might take a week or more. But Lavi didn't have a week, a day, and hours and most likely would be dead in three quarters of an hour or less. In all actuality Lavi was 'fated' to die there on that train if proper medically attention wasn't preformed. But the odds of Lavi not making it didn't stop Allen. Quite the contrary to that in fact, Lavi's imminent death caused the cursed teen to work harder. He wouldn't let his friend die, At least not while it was to be more blood on his hands.

Allen thought back to what Lavi had said. 'I've had worse.' What could that mean? Was that just a side effect of Hypovolemic shock? And when would it get worse? Allen knew that if the blood wouldn't stop that Lavi would become unconscious. He knew that if Lavi died so would a piece of him. Lenalee would definitely blame him, after all she was the foolish one whom let her friends and family become a part of her world and anytime someone died so did a piece of her world. Allen knew what it felt like to watch someone die instead of you. Long ago he risked his life for someone only to have them die later on. Though that wasn't to say risking your life was bad. In fact he never regretted it once.

Many times Allen had cheated death and that's why he hated Lavi trying to save him and taken the shot. Allen knew that if he himself had taken it that he wouldn't be this near to death as Lavi was now. Plus there was the fact that if Allen hadn't gotten blinded on the mission neither of them would've gotten shot like that. But if they had Allen could've used clown belt as wrappings instead of murdering jackets and vests.

He felt the presence on his head leave and land on his hand. "TIMCANPY NOT NOW" Allen growled as he tied it tighter. He felt the golem nudge his hand, Tim wanting Allen to flip it over but Allen refused instead reprimanding the golden golem. Tim, in retaliation, bit Allen and forcefully made him turn the hand over. The golem then spit in his hand something. "What is this Tim?" Allen questioned.

But of course Tim couldn't answer verbally, as that wasn't his purpose. And the golems pointing at Lavi did nothing, since Allen couldn't see. Timcanpy soon realized this and opened up and played audio he had collected so Allen could understand. "Help... heal...him..." Tim 'said'. And Allen realized what it was.

"It's something for the wound?" Allen stated in a semi questioning tone. But now was not the time to question anything and Allen used his clawed left hand to cut the makeshift tourniquet and quickly undid his work. Ninety-nine present of the bandages were soaked with blood and Allen knew he had to work fast. The only make shift bandage that wasn't soaked in rabbit blood was the one he had just applied.