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[ D. Gray-man ] Viva la Gloria | Chapter 2
+ Title: Viva la Gloria - Chapter 2
+ Fandom: D. Gray-man
+ Characters: Rhode Kamelot, Komui Lee, Allen Walker
+ Rating: M - Graphic descriptions, dark themes
+ Word Count: 1274
+ Author's Notes: More dark AU-ness, just for you.
"Starved to the bones and burning up? There's no human that should be treated like that, Komui, and you know--"
The Supervisor slammed the ledger he was working on shut, the noise cracking through the tension in the air like lightning.
"It's not a human, Allen. You would do well to remember who our enemies are." Komui kept his voice even, controlled, despite the anger that simmered in his tone. "The Inspector is in charge of the interrogation and maintenance of the Noah. I am certain that they will not neglect the health of an important prisoner."
Allen sat in the chair opposite Komui, hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "You're right, she is a Noah. We are supposed to be the humans."
Komui didn't respond, simply returning Allen's pleading stare with a stern expression.
"Komui, have you seen her? She can't feed herself. They haven't even given her clothes. She's absolutely burning with fever, and she's having trouble breathing. Just come with me and look at her. She's going to die if she doesn't get treated, and then Rouvelier can't do anything with her."
Allen waited for an answer, watching the Supervisor's face for any sign that he was being persuaded. There was something, the slight softening of the eyes, but--
"Komui. Please."
He inhaled, slowly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk and interlace his fingers. This was dangerous ground, if he did go to see what Allen so desperately wanted him to witness; if he tread onto the Inspector's territory, there was a possibility it wouldn't end well for anyone involved. But if Walker was correct, and the Noah was that ill...
Rising to his feet, Komui let out a long sigh.
"I can't guarantee I can do anything, Allen." He warned, even as he led the way out of his office. "I can't promise anything."
+
Allen stood a short distance away, letting Komui examine the broken Noah with his expert hands. The Exorcist turned his back as Komui removed the shirt she had been covered in, affording her some small dignity.
"You didn't say the eyes were infected," the Supervisor remarked, fingers gingerly feeling the side of the girl's throat and rubbing at the swollen glands. "It could be something internal, spread into the nervous system."
"I'm not a doctor," he replied, looking up at a particularly uninteresting spot on the ceiling. "I just know illness when I see it."
"Yes, well." Komui felt for a pulse, silently counting before withdrawing his hands. "It's not exactly difficult to recognize death when it's at the door. Pneumonia, malnutrition, infection, dehydration, facial fractures--"
The Exorcist didn't say anything, glancing back to see Komui studying the prone form before him in silence. It was impossible to know what the man was thinking when he had that sort of expression; it would be a bad idea to interrupt him, whatever it was. Perhaps, if Allen knew the man as well as he hoped he did...
"Please go up to the clinic, Allen, and tell them we need a secure bed for a patient in critical condition." He stood up, straightening his jacket before moving past the boy to the door. "And a stretcher, for transport."
Allen nodded, slipping out the door as Komui called the attention of one of the Crow standing outside the door. Walking quickly, he realized he had stopped breathing; he let himself inhale sharply, pushing his way into the main level of Headquarters before starting the jog up to the second story.
He didn't know how Komui was going to manage getting this past the Inspector, but winning over the Supervisor was at least one small victory. Even as a prisoner, even as an enemy, Allen couldn't stand to see another human abused in such a way.
He just hoped he hadn't been too late.
+
He left on a mission that evening, an emergency retrieval in France. Not surprisingly, it was a relatively hard assignment, and two weeks later he walked back into the Order with Link on his heels and Kanda storming off to mope, or whatever he did when he wasn't raging around the building. Allen was too tired to do more than clean up and collapse into bed, and Link was just as worn out.
In the morning, opening his eyes to the dim light of dawn, he remembered the bruised face and bright, blue eyes.
After breakfast, he made his way to the clinic, steps slow as Link followed along with some official business being scribbled into his notebook. He was almost expecting her to be gone; vanished into some furnace, destroyed and forgotten by everything but the pages they had recorded her interrogations on. The Crows were stationed at a door in the back of the clinic, however, and they didn't move to stop him as he entered. Oddly enough, neither did Link...
Allen felt strangely relieved to see the girl. The bruises on her face had started to fade, beneath an oxygen mask, and she had bandages wrapped around her wrists. It seemed she'd gained some of her weight back, but not enough to be healthy. She had been dressed in a simple, white gown, the top of which was barely visible above the blankets she had piled on top of her. Komui had obviously done what needed to be done, and she was looking much better for it.
"Is she...?" Allen looked to the surly nurse, who was preoccupied with changing out an IV beside the bed.
"Awake? On and off." She flicked a finger at the side of the bag of liquid she held, apparently pleased by the snapping noise it made in response. "Lucid? No."
He nodded, looking back to Rhode curiously. Odd, how peaceful she looked, even with all those wires and tubes hooked up to her. Sort of like a machine.
"Is she eating?" Venturing closer to the side of the bed, he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest.
"Should be. Has trouble using her hands, and refuses to eat anyways. We've put her on a feeding tube."
Allen glanced up to the nurse, surprise apparent. "Is there something wrong with her hands?"
The response the woman gave him was so indifferent it was almost chilling. "She's had over a third of her brain matter removed, talking and all. It's a miracle she can move at all."
He couldn't find any sort of response before she left the room, simply staring at Rhode's thin hand on top of the covers. Link stood a respectful distance away, back to the wall as he observed the scene in silence; easy to forget he was there, really. Allen was entirely aware of his presence, however, and found himself wondering if this was some sort of test.
"I heard you," Allen finally spoke, very quietly. "I heard you, down there."
She didn't move, or react; just kept breathing. He knew, somehow, that she could hear his words.
"Where are you, Rhode?" Not here, he could feel that much. Somewhere far above their heads, in her dreams--
Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking. It was far more likely that she was trapped inside her own mind, a dismantled mass of rotting functionality within her skull.
He brushed his fingers over her hand, eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he turned on heel and walked out. Link followed, constant as always.
"I'm going back tomorrow," Allen announced, without warning. Link didn't say anything.
If Rhode was going to be stubborn, he could match it; he wouldn't let her waste away, stagnant and deliberate, as everything with her was.
+
Can... anyone hear me?
It's dark. I can't see where I'm going.
Don't fight it, yet.
Sleep, and heal, and soon...
+ Fandom: D. Gray-man
+ Characters: Rhode Kamelot, Komui Lee, Allen Walker
+ Rating: M - Graphic descriptions, dark themes
+ Word Count: 1274
+ Author's Notes: More dark AU-ness, just for you.
"Starved to the bones and burning up? There's no human that should be treated like that, Komui, and you know--"
The Supervisor slammed the ledger he was working on shut, the noise cracking through the tension in the air like lightning.
"It's not a human, Allen. You would do well to remember who our enemies are." Komui kept his voice even, controlled, despite the anger that simmered in his tone. "The Inspector is in charge of the interrogation and maintenance of the Noah. I am certain that they will not neglect the health of an important prisoner."
Allen sat in the chair opposite Komui, hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "You're right, she is a Noah. We are supposed to be the humans."
Komui didn't respond, simply returning Allen's pleading stare with a stern expression.
"Komui, have you seen her? She can't feed herself. They haven't even given her clothes. She's absolutely burning with fever, and she's having trouble breathing. Just come with me and look at her. She's going to die if she doesn't get treated, and then Rouvelier can't do anything with her."
Allen waited for an answer, watching the Supervisor's face for any sign that he was being persuaded. There was something, the slight softening of the eyes, but--
"Komui. Please."
He inhaled, slowly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk and interlace his fingers. This was dangerous ground, if he did go to see what Allen so desperately wanted him to witness; if he tread onto the Inspector's territory, there was a possibility it wouldn't end well for anyone involved. But if Walker was correct, and the Noah was that ill...
Rising to his feet, Komui let out a long sigh.
"I can't guarantee I can do anything, Allen." He warned, even as he led the way out of his office. "I can't promise anything."
+
Allen stood a short distance away, letting Komui examine the broken Noah with his expert hands. The Exorcist turned his back as Komui removed the shirt she had been covered in, affording her some small dignity.
"You didn't say the eyes were infected," the Supervisor remarked, fingers gingerly feeling the side of the girl's throat and rubbing at the swollen glands. "It could be something internal, spread into the nervous system."
"I'm not a doctor," he replied, looking up at a particularly uninteresting spot on the ceiling. "I just know illness when I see it."
"Yes, well." Komui felt for a pulse, silently counting before withdrawing his hands. "It's not exactly difficult to recognize death when it's at the door. Pneumonia, malnutrition, infection, dehydration, facial fractures--"
The Exorcist didn't say anything, glancing back to see Komui studying the prone form before him in silence. It was impossible to know what the man was thinking when he had that sort of expression; it would be a bad idea to interrupt him, whatever it was. Perhaps, if Allen knew the man as well as he hoped he did...
"Please go up to the clinic, Allen, and tell them we need a secure bed for a patient in critical condition." He stood up, straightening his jacket before moving past the boy to the door. "And a stretcher, for transport."
Allen nodded, slipping out the door as Komui called the attention of one of the Crow standing outside the door. Walking quickly, he realized he had stopped breathing; he let himself inhale sharply, pushing his way into the main level of Headquarters before starting the jog up to the second story.
He didn't know how Komui was going to manage getting this past the Inspector, but winning over the Supervisor was at least one small victory. Even as a prisoner, even as an enemy, Allen couldn't stand to see another human abused in such a way.
He just hoped he hadn't been too late.
+
He left on a mission that evening, an emergency retrieval in France. Not surprisingly, it was a relatively hard assignment, and two weeks later he walked back into the Order with Link on his heels and Kanda storming off to mope, or whatever he did when he wasn't raging around the building. Allen was too tired to do more than clean up and collapse into bed, and Link was just as worn out.
In the morning, opening his eyes to the dim light of dawn, he remembered the bruised face and bright, blue eyes.
After breakfast, he made his way to the clinic, steps slow as Link followed along with some official business being scribbled into his notebook. He was almost expecting her to be gone; vanished into some furnace, destroyed and forgotten by everything but the pages they had recorded her interrogations on. The Crows were stationed at a door in the back of the clinic, however, and they didn't move to stop him as he entered. Oddly enough, neither did Link...
Allen felt strangely relieved to see the girl. The bruises on her face had started to fade, beneath an oxygen mask, and she had bandages wrapped around her wrists. It seemed she'd gained some of her weight back, but not enough to be healthy. She had been dressed in a simple, white gown, the top of which was barely visible above the blankets she had piled on top of her. Komui had obviously done what needed to be done, and she was looking much better for it.
"Is she...?" Allen looked to the surly nurse, who was preoccupied with changing out an IV beside the bed.
"Awake? On and off." She flicked a finger at the side of the bag of liquid she held, apparently pleased by the snapping noise it made in response. "Lucid? No."
He nodded, looking back to Rhode curiously. Odd, how peaceful she looked, even with all those wires and tubes hooked up to her. Sort of like a machine.
"Is she eating?" Venturing closer to the side of the bed, he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest.
"Should be. Has trouble using her hands, and refuses to eat anyways. We've put her on a feeding tube."
Allen glanced up to the nurse, surprise apparent. "Is there something wrong with her hands?"
The response the woman gave him was so indifferent it was almost chilling. "She's had over a third of her brain matter removed, talking and all. It's a miracle she can move at all."
He couldn't find any sort of response before she left the room, simply staring at Rhode's thin hand on top of the covers. Link stood a respectful distance away, back to the wall as he observed the scene in silence; easy to forget he was there, really. Allen was entirely aware of his presence, however, and found himself wondering if this was some sort of test.
"I heard you," Allen finally spoke, very quietly. "I heard you, down there."
She didn't move, or react; just kept breathing. He knew, somehow, that she could hear his words.
"Where are you, Rhode?" Not here, he could feel that much. Somewhere far above their heads, in her dreams--
Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking. It was far more likely that she was trapped inside her own mind, a dismantled mass of rotting functionality within her skull.
He brushed his fingers over her hand, eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he turned on heel and walked out. Link followed, constant as always.
"I'm going back tomorrow," Allen announced, without warning. Link didn't say anything.
If Rhode was going to be stubborn, he could match it; he wouldn't let her waste away, stagnant and deliberate, as everything with her was.
+
Can... anyone hear me?
It's dark. I can't see where I'm going.
Don't fight it, yet.
Sleep, and heal, and soon...
I want to die--
We have promises to keep.