Tag: Lavi:Stranded

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At the mention of a passport, Lavi realized that the boy definitely had an accent. How he hadn’t picked up on it before was mystery, but he simply attributed it to the pounding rain and the half mumbled answers he was receiving. If he didn’t have any form of identification, he couldn’t get into the homeless shelter.

The bus just turned the corner of the block, and Lavi knew it was now or never. He had to take this bus— it was the last one that ran anywhere near his apartment, and if he waited, he’d have to walk home. He looked back at the half frozen kid on the bench, and his conscious started to get the better of him. If he left him here, the kid would likely be dead by morning. He couldn’t have that kind of bad karma – he had enough terrible luck as it was.

The bus stopped, a few people disembarking. It was now or never. Lavi grabbed the kid’s arm and pulled him up to his feet, helping to support his weight when his body went limp. “C’mon. You can come with me. Let’s get on the bus.” He grabbed the other boy by the waist as they made their way out of the bus shelter.

Allen made a noise of complaint when he was pulled to his feet, and did his best to stand on legs he couldn’t even feel. A clearer part of his mind wondered if he should be worried about a random stranger picking him up off the street, but he couldn’t bring himself to really care. Before he knew it, he was being set down on a bus bench, and he closed his eyes as he leaned against the window.

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Lavi blinked, a frown marring his frozen features. “They… what?! Why the hell not?!” he asked, suddenly extremely irate. What the fuck was the point of a homeless shelter if people couldn’t go there. The idea was ludicrous. “It’s fucking freezing out here! If you don’t get inside, you could freeze to death!”

“Passport was stolen.” Allen mumbled. “I’m okay.”

It was obvious from his sleepy voice that he was not going to remain conscious for much longer.

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Yeah… The kid was anything but fine. Even in the crappy lighting of the bus stop, he could see that the stranger wasn’t well. The more logical part of Lavi told him to just mind his own business. This wasn’t for him to meddle in. But looking at the poor, dejected kid on the bus bench was too overwhelming. The guilt in his chest was about ready to burst.

Taking a step closer, Lavi hesitantly shook the other boy’s shoulder. “Hey. If you don’t have a place to stay, there is a homeless shelter a few blocks down.”

Allen lifted his head a little when the stranger shook him.

“Wont let me in.” he said as he shook his head. “I’m okay.” He wished this stranger would just leave him alone, he was fine right here.

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The response Lavi received was vague and mumbled. He couldn’t really make out words in the jumble of sounds, not to mention the torrential rain beating down on the sidewalk made it hard to hear as it was. He stood awkwardly on the other end of the small bus shelter, eyeing the stranger huddled up on the bench.

Something seemed off about the kid, but Lavi didn’t want to think about it. He’d seen enough in the city to harden his exterior. If he cared about every sad sack he saw on the street, he would’ve lost his mind long ago. You just didn’t think about it – ignoring their problems was easier than trying to fix them.

He could feel the squish of his wet socks in his shoes as he shifted his weight and fidgeted in the cold. Lavi attempted to ignore the other occupant, but his eyes kept being drawn towards him. The stranger tried to hide his face in the hood of his coat, but Lavi could still see some of it – and the puffs of breath misting in the cold air.

It was at that moment he noticed it. Had he actually been paying attention, he would’ve caught on sooner. “Hey, are you ok?” Lavi asked, starting to feel nervous. “Your lips look kinda blue…”

Allen had already began to drift off again by the time the stranger spoke. This time, though, he was able to catch what the man way saying.

“’m fine.” he said, though it came out as a soft whisper. He really did feel better, he wasn’t even hungry anymore, and he could hardly feel the cold rain. Really he was just tired…

He let his head rest on his knees again, wondering why he had thought he needed to try to stay awake anyways.

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Lavi cursed as the rain pelted him from above. Of course he had to stay late to work, well past his assigned shift. And of course it would have to be raining when he was trying to get home. The weather report for the day said absolutely nothing about rain, so he hadn’t even bothered to bring an umbrella or even a hat. He was pissed off, soaking wet, hungry, and tired. It was literally the worst day he’d had in a long time.

And to top it all off, he had to take the bus home because his car hadn’t started again that morning.

Lovely. Just fucking lovely.

Pulling his coat tighter to his body, Lavi closed his eyes against the gusting wind and tried to keep the rain out of his face. It wasn’t working, and he was quickly becoming soaked to the bone. Red hair plastered itself to his forehead, dripping the cold water unpleasantly down his neck.

Why was he so stupid to not bring an umbrella?

Finally, after what felt like ages, he made it to the bus stop. He took a breath and wiped his face with cold, numb fingers to get the excess water off his skin. It was only after he tried to sit down on the bench did he realize he wasn’t alone.

The other guy looked just as bedraggled as Lavi felt, perhaps even more so. Not one for uncomfortable silences, Lavi did his best to slap on the same cheerful face he put on at work for customers. “Hey, some weather, huh? Let’s hope the bus ain’t late like usual.”

It took Allen a few moments to realize someone was talking to him. He lifted his head to look up at the figure standing over him. Red hair…? He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Not Cross…

“Umm…” Allen hadn’t paid attention to what the guy said, but he seemed to be expecting some sort of response. Something about a bus…? Allen made a vague sort of noise, hoping that could be taken as some sort of answer.

He tugged his hood down to hide his face, and leaned his head against the wall, rather than on his knees again. He was too cold to even shiver, and completely exhausted, but he stubbornly tried to stay awake. He could pretend he was fine, waiting for a bus. At least, until this stranger left.

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Allen seriously just wanted to cry. Here he was, stranded in another country, wet, and bloody cold. And he had no idea what to do about any of it.

Cross had abandoned him for long stretches of time before. That was normal. He also liked to move around a lot, dragging Allen along with him. Normally, Allen could manage the bills with a part time job and a bit of poker on the side.
But Cross had decided to move to bloody America this time. Allen suspected he got in a bit too much trouble with someone he owed money. But, less than a week after securing a run-down apartment, Cross had vanished again. He had not given Allen anywhere near enough time to get a visa to work, or any identification beyond his passport. He had managed to last a few months on savings and under-the-counter odd jobs, but it was not anywhere near enough, as Americans didn’t seem to gamble in normal bars and clubs.

And, of course, a week after he had gotten his eviction notice his small apartment had been broken into, and his bag with his passport, and all of his remaining money, was taken.

So Allen was royally screwed. Without ID, he could not even get into a homeless shelter, let alone get a job.

And on top of everything else, it had to be raining. Of course, it was late November, but not quite cold enough for snow. Snow would have been preferable, in Allen’s opinion. Snow was drier, he could just brush it off. But rain soaked through his clothes, making the night seem much colder.

He shivered and pulled his knees to his chest, wishing bus shelter he had taken claimed for the night could shield him from the wind and rain better. A streetlight above him flickered every so often, and Allen watched his breath create white puffs in the night air.

Allen fought exhaustion for a few hours, but he started to wonder why he bothered. He couldn’t think of any way out of his situation, and even if by some miracle Cross returned, he would have trouble even finding Allen. All he had left were the soaked clothes he was wearing, clothes which were not designed with warmth in mind. Even his thin coat was mostly for fashion, rather than function. Allen knew that realistically, he had a low chance of surviving the winter, even without considering how he was going to eat.

Allen eventually let his eyes close, finding it hard to continue to worry, or even care, what might happen if he fell asleep. Maybe it would be better if he just gave into it, rather than dragging it out…