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smashconTitle: Take a breath; you're going to war.
Author: arctic_dragon
Rating: PG
Prompt: “It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.” - quote by Paul Coelho
Fandom/Series: D.Gray-man
Word Count: 800 Words
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
Summary: They'd held no hope going into the battle, but the arrival of one man brought them to the depths of despair.
Take a breath; you're going to war.
Gleeful screeching pollutes the air, the dissonant battle cry of the Akuma army that stretches across the horizon. Innumerable grotesque bodies that fling themselves at exorcists with passionate abandon.
Wave after wave of Akuma against not even two dozen exorcists.
A dramatic last stand. A hopeless fight.
The hoarse rasp of air through his lungs and the burn in his arms as he swings his hammer again and again and again. No sign that the number of Akuma is decreasing at all.
Lavi fights because that is all he can do.
He fights because Lenalee fights, because Yuu fights, because Crowley fights, because Exorcists fight.
They fight because the Millennium Earl had gathered his army of Akuma and marched on the world. They fight because they are humanity's only defense.
No time to think. He is in constant motion. Everything in fast forward.
A moment to stand side by side with Yuu, bump elbows and turn to face a new opponent. A misstep and Lenalee stops his tumble through the air, not even a breath and he's launching himself at the nearest grotesquely smiling face. Stumble inelegantly and he is back to back with Crawley, an explosion buffets them and his fellow exorcist is lost in the smoke.
Akuma. Akuma. Akuma. Explosion. Breath. Akuma.
Continuing past the point of collapse, pushing forward because that is the only option. Fighting on and on all while knowing that the Earl and his Noah are just waiting for the end of human endurance. The Big Boss of it all enjoying the spectacle safe behind the never-ending numbers of Akuma.
The taste of smoke on his tongue and sweat stinging his eyes.
He strikes the ground to send a pillar of flame streaking through the Akuma crowding the air.
Step forward and hit. Step forward and hit.
Step forward and...there is no resistance to his blow.
Lavi checks his position frantically. There are no Akuma in reach, the next wave hanging oddly back from the battlefield.
Waiting?
The strange lull in the waves of Akuma sends a tingle of danger down his spine. They hadn't been able to see across the battlefield to the Earl since the fighting began, but suddenly he is there in full view. His raised umbrella a bright splash of colour rising out of the ranks of his dark clothed Noah.
The Akumas' ever present screeching stops and silence hangs heavy across the field, a stage for the Millennium Earl's drama.
"Exorcists of the Black Order I welcome you to the epilogue of the seven thousand year war. You have struggled and strived against my creations while I held you in the palm of my hand. I appreciate the entertainment you have provided me but the curtains draw closed so go to your deaths knowing I have well and truly defeated your brightest star." The Earl flings his arms wide and the Noah respond by parting their ranks to allow a man to step forward.
No, Lavi thinks in reflexive denial even as he feels the truth of it grip at his heart.
Allen.
It's as though ice is flooding his veins.
Allen (or more accurately the Fourteenth) calmly strides forward to stand beside the Earl.
Lavi leans heavily on his hammer, a suddenly necessary support.
Somewhere strangely far away Lenalee moans in anguish.
They should take advantage of the Earl's excitement. They should throw themselves at the Noah while the Akuma remain out of the way. They should, but a glance at the rest of the exorcists told him they won't. Allen's presence (the goddamn Fourteenth) a blow not so quickly dismissed.
They'd held no hope going into the battle, but the arrival of one man brought them to the depths of despair.
Despair that weighed at their limbs and bows their spines. Despair that causes the Earl to spin with glee, chortling all the while.
The thousands of Akuma floating above them take up the Earl's hilarity, shrieking with discordant laughter.
The Earl and his Akuma laughing and laughing and laughing even as the Fourteenth stretches out and drives his arm through the Earl's chest.
Allen (definitely Allen) wreathed in wisps of smoke that is shifting into the familiar shape of Crown Clown.
The laughter transforms into a roar of fury, the Akuma in harmony for the first time.
The Fourteenth. Allen.
A sudden hope burning in his heart.
Lavi races Yuu across the empty stretch of battlefield as Akuma and Noah shriek down upon the white mocking mask of the Crown Clown, its shape blurring into an indistinct streak as it dodges and dances around an entire army.
An army of thousands that just maybe they can defeat after all.
Lavi swings his hammer out, grinning fiercely, uncontrollably.
Just maybe there is hope after all.
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Author: arctic_dragon
Rating: PG
Prompt: “It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.” - quote by Paul Coelho
Fandom/Series: D.Gray-man
Word Count: 800 Words
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
Summary: They'd held no hope going into the battle, but the arrival of one man brought them to the depths of despair.
Take a breath; you're going to war.
Gleeful screeching pollutes the air, the dissonant battle cry of the Akuma army that stretches across the horizon. Innumerable grotesque bodies that fling themselves at exorcists with passionate abandon.
Wave after wave of Akuma against not even two dozen exorcists.
A dramatic last stand. A hopeless fight.
The hoarse rasp of air through his lungs and the burn in his arms as he swings his hammer again and again and again. No sign that the number of Akuma is decreasing at all.
Lavi fights because that is all he can do.
He fights because Lenalee fights, because Yuu fights, because Crowley fights, because Exorcists fight.
They fight because the Millennium Earl had gathered his army of Akuma and marched on the world. They fight because they are humanity's only defense.
No time to think. He is in constant motion. Everything in fast forward.
A moment to stand side by side with Yuu, bump elbows and turn to face a new opponent. A misstep and Lenalee stops his tumble through the air, not even a breath and he's launching himself at the nearest grotesquely smiling face. Stumble inelegantly and he is back to back with Crawley, an explosion buffets them and his fellow exorcist is lost in the smoke.
Akuma. Akuma. Akuma. Explosion. Breath. Akuma.
Continuing past the point of collapse, pushing forward because that is the only option. Fighting on and on all while knowing that the Earl and his Noah are just waiting for the end of human endurance. The Big Boss of it all enjoying the spectacle safe behind the never-ending numbers of Akuma.
The taste of smoke on his tongue and sweat stinging his eyes.
He strikes the ground to send a pillar of flame streaking through the Akuma crowding the air.
Step forward and hit. Step forward and hit.
Step forward and...there is no resistance to his blow.
Lavi checks his position frantically. There are no Akuma in reach, the next wave hanging oddly back from the battlefield.
Waiting?
The strange lull in the waves of Akuma sends a tingle of danger down his spine. They hadn't been able to see across the battlefield to the Earl since the fighting began, but suddenly he is there in full view. His raised umbrella a bright splash of colour rising out of the ranks of his dark clothed Noah.
The Akumas' ever present screeching stops and silence hangs heavy across the field, a stage for the Millennium Earl's drama.
"Exorcists of the Black Order I welcome you to the epilogue of the seven thousand year war. You have struggled and strived against my creations while I held you in the palm of my hand. I appreciate the entertainment you have provided me but the curtains draw closed so go to your deaths knowing I have well and truly defeated your brightest star." The Earl flings his arms wide and the Noah respond by parting their ranks to allow a man to step forward.
No, Lavi thinks in reflexive denial even as he feels the truth of it grip at his heart.
Allen.
It's as though ice is flooding his veins.
Allen (or more accurately the Fourteenth) calmly strides forward to stand beside the Earl.
Lavi leans heavily on his hammer, a suddenly necessary support.
Somewhere strangely far away Lenalee moans in anguish.
They should take advantage of the Earl's excitement. They should throw themselves at the Noah while the Akuma remain out of the way. They should, but a glance at the rest of the exorcists told him they won't. Allen's presence (the goddamn Fourteenth) a blow not so quickly dismissed.
They'd held no hope going into the battle, but the arrival of one man brought them to the depths of despair.
Despair that weighed at their limbs and bows their spines. Despair that causes the Earl to spin with glee, chortling all the while.
The thousands of Akuma floating above them take up the Earl's hilarity, shrieking with discordant laughter.
The Earl and his Akuma laughing and laughing and laughing even as the Fourteenth stretches out and drives his arm through the Earl's chest.
Allen (definitely Allen) wreathed in wisps of smoke that is shifting into the familiar shape of Crown Clown.
The laughter transforms into a roar of fury, the Akuma in harmony for the first time.
The Fourteenth. Allen.
A sudden hope burning in his heart.
Lavi races Yuu across the empty stretch of battlefield as Akuma and Noah shriek down upon the white mocking mask of the Crown Clown, its shape blurring into an indistinct streak as it dodges and dances around an entire army.
An army of thousands that just maybe they can defeat after all.
Lavi swings his hammer out, grinning fiercely, uncontrollably.
Just maybe there is hope after all.
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