#dgm lucky

[badtadpole]

This is one of the more self indulgent things I’ve drawn, I have a rare pair...

[lenaleelee17]

Lucky ~ Knight and Bishop

Tyki waited in the ruins of an old abandoned battlefield, he walked around each crater caused by explosions during the war. He wasn’t actually certain which war it had been; he was a little preoccupied with other work, after all. 

He rummaged through his pocket, feeling the cold metal of small round objects against his fingertips. He took out three silver buttons, each with a different name. “Kazarna Rido, Chacar Lavong, Daisya Barry, Suman Dark, and Allen Walker.” He tossed the coins into the air and caught them a couple of times. Each button was silver, which left him quite disappointed (especially Allen Walker’s, since he failed to kill the boy). The exorcists’ uniforms changed, and the buttons were now either ruby or garnet. He wouldn’t know, since he hadn’t collected any, not even from the 3rd Exorcists. 

He clutched the buttons tightly in his fist. He hadn’t killed any exorcists in in a long time, so he was getting a bit reckless. But somehow, he wasn’t actually getting too impatient. The exorcists were quite a lot of fun, just like Road said they were. He chuckled at the thought. 

“The younger generation in particular are quite amusing,” He turned his head up, peering on top of one of the ruined fortresses, “Wouldn’t you agree, Junior?”

Up on top of the rubble was an exorcist, he sat with one leg hung down while the other was pulled up and his arm rested on it. His green eye scowled down at the Noah. Tyki chuckled. He phased through the ground and disappeared. “How have you been, eye-patch?”

Lavi quickly turned around, looking back at the gray-skinned man, who smirked at him. I had a feeling he’d be here, Tyki thought. This one in particular is quite amusing. Tyki expected the redhead to take out his weapon and attack him the moment he pulled a stunt like that. But the next generation’s bookman stayed quiet. 

The Noah jumped down to the ground, then swiftly jumped up to the others around, using the rubble as boost to jump up higher before he got to the highest one next to Lavi. He stood there, looking down at the boy, a devilish grin pulled on his face, but Lavi simply stared up at him, completely unfazed. When he noticed this, he decided to simply sit down next to him. The redhead probably wouldn’t pull any kind of trick, he didn’t seem to be a threat at the moment. And even if he did happen to have some trunk card up his sleeve, he’d most likely be able to dodge or counter-attack. After all, what fun is a game without a twist? Tyki looked to his side at the quiet exorcist who was staring out into the battlefield. White goes first. But I’d hardly consider the Black Order white. He pulled out his own hand that still held the buttons of the fallen exorcists. But I can’t consider myself white either. And besides, I’m only a knight for my king. And your a bishop to yours, He looked at Lavi from the corner of his eye, Which king is white? And which one will fall? 

“Why are you here?” Asked the redhead. 

Tyki chuckled once again (he suddenly became quite cheerful when the redhead came), “I wanted to see the Bookman’s writing,” Lavi looked up at him calmly, “Which war was this anyway?“ 

the exorcist looked back at the battlefield. "Serbo-Bulgarian,” he stated, “My forty-eigth war, 1885." The poor boy’s been through a lot, it seems. Tyki examined the boy’s features. He was lean but firm. His red hair was bright and vibrant, and around his head, he wore a green bandana, which held it up. His right eye was covered by an eye-patch while his left was an emerald green that seemed somehow, pulled towards. It was unique, compared to other humans, somehow. Maybe he was just jealous. In his Noah form, his eyes were golden, but that was the same for the rest of his family. But in his white form, his eyes were a plain hazel. "It was my calm before the storm.”

“Huh?” Tyki looked at the boy confused. Calm? The boy looked at him, sadly. Oh, he means the Order. Tyki chuckled yet again, “You’re not trying to be pitied by me, are you, eye-patch?” he asked playfully. 

Lavi scoffed, “Tch. As if.” He turned his head away, but Tyki could still see the pale pink shading his cheeks and laughed. Lavi suddenly jumped down to the ground, and then started walking through the battlefield. Tyki followed. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt compelled to. 

“So, who won?” Tyki asked curiously.

“Bulgaria,” Said Lavi. Tyki stared at him curiously. Something’s wrong. The boy I met was more outgoing than this. He kept walking next to him. But he kept noticing Lavi’s calmness. Too calm. “Deak,” Tyki looked up at him, “That was my 48th name." 

Tyki cocked an eyebrow, "And why are you telling me all this, Deak?" 

"Honestly, I have no idea.”

They kept walking along the dried field. Even though it had been a few years, it didn’t seem to be completely cleaned up, for some reason. There were still fragments of bullets on the ground, and some helmets. Not normally a romantic place, but it was the bookman’s job to watch the wars, so it should have been pretty natural for Lavi. But he seemed uneasy instead. 

The redhead stopped in his tracks, and looked at Tyki, “Why haven’t you tried to kill me yet?” He asked. 

“I could ask the same of you,” Tyki chuckled. The way Lavi asked that question was adorable, in his opinion. 

Lavi laughed sheepishly in turn, he rubbed the back of his neck and turned his head toward the ground awkwardly. There was the pink again. The Noah was confused as to why the exorcist kept blushing, but it felt good every time he did. He liked seeing him go pink, and not because he looked vulnerable and easy to destroy. No, he didn’t feel any more intent to kill this one. 

“So, why have you come back to this abandoned battlefield? And without your mentor?” He asked slyly. 

Lavi smiled sadly, “It helps me remember.”

“Remember what?" 

"My place as a bookman,” Lavi walked ahead of Tyki until their backs were facing each other. The boy looked up at the sky, “At the Black Order, I fight as an exorcist. And in those moments where I’m an exorcist, I feel like the war the Noah and the exorcists have is the only one going on in the world. When I come back here, I remember that conflicts always continue, even while I fight,” He clenched his fists tightly, “It helps me remember the past 48 wars that I’ve witnessed. But when I come back, I always realize that the friends I make are fake, they’re only ink on paper in the end. Including you.”

Tyki glanced back from the corner of his eye.

“This world is cruel. But history is what defines it. And even with the knowledge of the past, history keeps repeating itself. Humans never learn from their mistakes.”

“You realize that our goal is to stop this world because of that exact reason, right?” Tyki asked.

Lavi sighed, “I’m the successor of the bookman line. And as a bookman, I have no room to judge either side. I only observe from the sidelines.”

“And what do you say as an exorcist?” Lavi remained quiet at that question. 

A smirk started to curve on the Noah’s lips. Tyki turned around until he faced Lavi’s back. He walked up to him. His chest gently grazed the boy’s backside. His fingers gently snaked themselves onto his waist. His hands crawled a little further along his waistline, and then pulled him back into his warmth. The redhead could feel the Noah’s warm breath tickle his neck. 

His breath went down Lavi’s cheek as he approached his lips to Lavi’s ear. “You’re more mature than I thought you were,” He whispered. He took a peak at the boy’s face. The pink reappeared on his cheeks, but its shade was slightly darker. “Tell, eye-patch,” He snaked his right hand up the redhead’s side, “Are you an exorcist, or a bookman?”

The adolescent was caught off guard, and was left staring out into the distance. He couldn’t answer that question, not yet. He was so caught up in the question, that he didn’t even notice Tyki’s strong arms wrap themselves around him. I’m a bookman, He told himself. But he didn’t come to believe it. He couldn’t say it. Something was restraining him. And then he thought of his friends: the people at the Order. The sweetheart, Lenalee; the gentleman, Allen; the warrior, Kanda; the sensitive vampire, Krory. The list went on. Is that really what was holding him back? 

“Well~?” The Noah sang.

He clenched his fist, What do I say? He looked down at the ground. Here he was a Bookman, remembering the past 48 wars. But in battle, he was an exorcist. That’s it. 

“With the Order, fighting along side my comrades, I’m an exorcist. And as an exorcist, I fight to defeat the darkness in this world and end this clash between the Noah and the Black Order,” Tyki smirked at his statement.

“Is that so~?" 

"But I’ve grown up as an observer. I’ve always watched from the side all the battles of this cruel world. Acquiring knowledge that no one else knew. Outside of the Order, I watch on the side and put everything I see into ink. I am a Bookman." 

Tyki chuckled. This boy… He mused. He pulled back his arms and took a step back from the redhead. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a match. Lavi turned around to look at the man. 

"I’m afraid I’ll have to take my leave, Deak,” He said, and he turned around to leave, but looked back one more time with a grin, “But I do hope we meet again, Bookman.” With that he left, phasing through the ground and out of sight. 

He popped up at the town his friends, Klack, Momo and Eeze, stayed. But he didn’t go to them yet, or turn white, for that matter. His scars disappeared and his skin color changed to a darkened tan. (He hid in an alley to avoid attention). He held his face in his hands. He started laughing hysterically. That boy… He ran his fingers through his hair and untied the high ponytail, letting all of his hair fall loose. His bangs fell over his eyes. 

He grinned as he thought of the redhead, he still held the cigarette in between his teeth. An exorcist when battling, but a Bookman when recording. He inhaled the smoke, and then blew it out into the air. Well then, we better meet again, Bishop of God. He pulled his thick glasses out of his pocket and wore them, which made his vision blur for a split second, but his eyes adjusted immediately. His skin paled and his clothing changed from proper to scruff and dirty. He messed up his hair and tied it into a low ponytail. 

He walked out into the streets of the small town. In his pocket, he played around with the cold metal of the buttons. He felt the engravings of the exorcists’ names. He reminded himself of the golden one he gave to the little boy, Eeze. It was General Yeegar’s. The man would have been a lot more fun to fight if Road hadn’t have distracted him. But he wasn’t left disappointed. Seeing Eeze’s cheerful eyes made him happy, he enjoyed that a lot more than he would have enjoyed any fight with an old man. 

He looked up ahead at the small broken down shack they stayed at. He’s an exorcist when battling alongside his friends, a bishop for his king; and a Bookman when he observes, a pawn for neither side. He took a hold of one of the buttons and pulled it out. Allen Walker, it read. I’m a Noah when I destroy exorcists for my savior, the Millennium Earl, working alongside him as his knight, He looked ahead at the shack once more, I’m a human when I work all day at the mines with my friends. He put the button back into his pocket. 

“Yes, we will most definitely meet again, Bookman.”