Yulma Week 2020, Day 5: Eridanus
Catastrophe | Arrogance | Humility | Loss | Heartache
Title: That One Last Lotus.
Fandom: D. Gray-Man.
Pairings: Yulma.
Words: 7.6K+.
Tags: Canon, Canon Divergence, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts,Identity Issues, Loss of Identity.
Chapters: 1/1.
Summary: Alma hated what they had done to him. And he hated them even more for keeping him alive. (Canon AU)
Excerpt:
Several more days passed, and Alma remained in isolation.
He was used to it by now. The silence was all he knew, and the darkness his only comfort. Sometimes, it was even nice; at least he had the illusion of hiding, and never having to see anyone. He didn’t have to witness the disgust in anyone’s eyes when they looked at him, or listen to the dehumanizing way in which they addressed him. Occasionally, a someone would come in – usually a CROW or a scientist.
The CROWs came to periodically escort him to somewhere to bathe and cleanup, but it was always a quick trip and heavily monitored. It didn’t matter if Alma wanted to shower or, god forbid, do his business – privacy was out of the question and Alma quickly had to discard whatever shred of pride he might have held onto.
As for the scientists, it was really only ever one man who came in. He was tall, dressed in a white coat with dark hair and glasses. Komui Lee – that was the name he had given to Alma. He would come, and say hello. It made Alma angry to hear how conversational he could be.
“How are you feeling today?”
“Have you noticed any side effects?”
“How has your sleep been?”
The questions were always asked calmly. There was a cool, methodical way in which they were asked hidden beneath overskirt of lightness. It was subtle, but Alma was no fool; he could always hear it, and he refused to give in. He hated Komui. He hated all of the scientists.
He hated everyone.
Alma sat back, legs pulled up onto the mattress as he pressed his back against the rough, stony wall. His tail curled around his legs, the tip swishing slightly.
Outside the door, Alma heard someone speak.
As always, it was low – a murmur that was too inaudible to make out. Blue eyes flickering up, Alma’s attention lingered on the door. The scientist hadn’t come in a few days, so at first Alma wondered if it was him. However, the murmuring continued on for longer than usual.
Alma’s gaze darkened warily. He didn’t know who was outside, but he wanted them to leave.
As soon as the wish was made, Alma was denied. The locks on the outside of the door clicked, the heavy weight of the wood creaking as it opened. Alma tensed, sucking in a breath as every muscle in his body stiffened. Whoever it was, he wanted them to go-
Alma’s breath stilled.
He didn’t know what to think at first. Alma didn’t know if he could think. No, all he could do was stare, mind blank as he struggled to register just who it was who had entered into the room. Was he imagining it? Maybe he had finally gone delusional from the isolation. Maybe everything had finally gotten to Alma, unhinging his mind as he snapped.
‘Yuu.’
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