WARNING, EVERONE! READ OR YOUR BRAIN WILL EAT ITSELF O.o

This is my first fanfic ever, so... And I'm new here, well... And I'm not from any English-speaking counry, then... I just wanted to share my story with you, since I'm a Lavi x Allen fan. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I'll take any comment, ANY. But please... NO FLAG!

You flag, I delete. Simple? Oh, I guess we're going to be best friends xD

Yeah, I'm TALKING TO YOU, Mr. READER! And don't forget, that I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF THE STORY. THEY WERE BORROWED FROM MANGA MAN, CREATION OF KATSURA HOSHINO!

I think it should be enough :D Oh wait... I've forgot about something... Yeah! THIS STORY CONTAINS SHOUNEN-AI/YAOI (means BOYxBOY LOVE) SO IF IT OFFENDS YOU, YOUR OUTLOOK OR YOUR PARROT, THAN PLEASE, YOU KNOW WHERE THE "CLOSE" BUTTON IS, RIGHT? (It's this little button with "X" on the right, top corner of this window). I have a feeling, that I should have mentioned about it earlier xP

Anyway YOU were warned *khe khe khe...*

Alright, enough talking, I hope you'll like this story ^^

~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 1: Longing for a dream~~~~~~~~~~

Tic... Tac... Tic... Tac... Tic... Tac...

The Glorious Street. Skyscraper "13". 48th floor. Room 544. Living room.

It's 4:06... It's dark. It's silent. Why the hell I can't sleep?

Tic... Tac... Tic... Tac...

Stupid insomnia. I wish I could just shut my eyes and lose myself into a joyful dream with sexy rabbit-girls or meadow full of flowers, or... Gah, what the hell! Even a pitch black scenery before my eyes is good! I just want to sleep!

Tic... Tac... Tic... Tac...

My ceiling looks pretty interesting... White. A white celling. Oh! I think I see a little crack in it. Maybe I should repair it? Or re-paint it? Is it really a crack? How am I supposed to know, it's dark in here! I should turn on the light.

Click!

Now I can see better. Gosh, it's a HUGE crack! I'm glad I'm still alive, I could have been smashed by other 32 floors in no time. How much tons it would be? Counting whole construction, plus apartments' furniture plus about 2000-2500 people living up there... I think average would be 85 kilograms per person? That would be...

I really have to repair the ceiling.

Click!

Tic... Tac... Tic... Tac...

Go to bed... Go to sleep... Mind blank, think of something positive... I think I should put a poster on this crack. Two pluses: I don't have a white, plain, boring ceiling in front of my eyes anymore and the crack is unnoticeable for guests! ARGH! NO THINKING! NO THINKING ABOUT CRACK!

Tic... Tac... Tic... Tac... Ding-Dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

It's 5 a.m. It's dark. It's silent. I guess I'll read something wise and make some coffee. DOUBLE DOSE of coffee...

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RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIII-!

*Beep* Hello. You've put yourself on to Lavi Bookman's voice mail. If you want to leave a message, please do it so after a signal, or try to call again later.

*Beep* Lavi? It's me, Lavi (What does Panda-gramps want from me? It's freaking 6 a.m.!) You should do something with this annoying voice mail's welcome! Your voice irritates me! (I've missed you too, gramps...) Anyway, I'm calling because I won't come back tomorrow, some business in Egypt (I bet chicks...) You know... I've met someone really fascinating (Chick...) It's a really intelligent person and kinda pretty (I hear girl's laughter in the background... Chick...) I won't be back for maybe... 3 weeks. I've got to go. Find yourself a girlfriend! (Yeah... Girls in Paleozoic times were probably 4 times more clever than a modern ones...)

*Beep* (Cheers...)

Weekend free for me! I hope Panda will buy me some of Egyptian stuff! Books about Pyramids, a Sphinx figure, a copy of the Tutankhamen's mask... or at least a bag of sand... He'll forget about me, I'm pretty sure.

Have a nice vacation, gramps.

...coffee is working, need to go to the toilet...

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"4 o'Clock

4 o'Clock

Never let me sleep

I close my eyes and pray

For the garish light of day

Like a frightened child I run

From the sleep that never comes"

How... Ironic... You've really gotta be kidding me! Who the hell turns on the music that loudly at... 7 a.m.!!?? And those lyrics... 3 days without a rest... Oh, "TURN THIS FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!". I hope this early-morning person heard it. I need to do something, something creative, something tiresome, something cheerful...

4 o'Clock

4 o'Clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour's still the sam- AAAAGRH! I started to sing along! I hate it. Why I can't sleep!? It's driving me crazy! Am I sick or something?!

"Go to a therapist"

No way I'm going there. A Therapist needs a therapy on his own...

"What about sleeping pills?"

I'm not taking that stuff. Who knows what side-effects it can cause? And what if I get addicted!?

"Drinking water?"

I tried. Instead of sleeping I'd paid many visits to the bathroom.

"Warm milk?"

Useless...

"Cooler room?"

Come on, I'm on 48th floor! It's freaking cold and windy! It doesn't help!

"Lullaby?"

From who? I'm completely alone... I don't know any...

Why can we never go back to bed?

Why can we never go back to bed?

Crap... I have to go to work... My eyes are heavy...

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"You're late, Bookman!" A big, fat man rushed (crawled, in Lavi's opinion) towards the boy.

"I'm sorry, Boss, the bus had arrived later due to the weather's condition" Lavi gave a wide, careless smile.

"For 3 hours!?" the boss asked annoyed. 'Actually I had a nice nap on my chair in the kitchen, 'cause to your information I'm on my legs 24 hours for 3 days, so if you can calculate, which I doubt, I'm awake for more than 72 hours, so that 3 hours (sorry, 2, an hour takes me coming here) were a blessing for my brain, you fatass!' Lavi apologized again and entered his office. Being a historian was his biggest dream, but due to his young age and going to school (only one class left and bye-bye!), he had to work as a part-time secretary in the Future Technology Inc. Not that he was interested in technology, that was the nearest available job from his apartment. 'Nearest... An hour by bus...' Lavi thought while signing some unnecessary documents and putting them with other already signed. He looked at clock. 10:40. The time was passing by reaaaaaly sloooowly. Lavi sighed before picking up the phone and arguing with an unknown man about the number of new discs for the office's computers. Another look at the clock. 10:52. 'JESUS CHRIST!' another sigh and another mountain of documents.

"Bookman! A coffee to my office, right now!" A speaker called. 'Here it comes, Your Highness!' Lavi thought angrily while making cafe mocha (boss' favorite).

Knock. Knock.

"Come in!"

'What a warm welcome'

Lavi left a cup on the desk and wanted to leave the room, but a deep voice told him to stay and take a seat. He did it and talked with the boss for a while about company's risings and fallings, about irresponsible employees, about only-boss-is-right-and-you-must-agree-otherwise-you'll-lose-your-job.

'I want to go out...'

"Now, I think it is time to settle one thing.

'What the hell...?'

You know, Bookman, due to our company's lack in funds, we are forced to... reduce the number of our current employees and cut down the salaries.

'Great, I'll have less cash than normally...'

I observed everyone in my office during a couple of days and I must admit that every person here is a really precious worker, but we aren't gods and we can't do miracles, can we?

'Laugh when he laughs. Hahaha... What a fatal joke...'

So... Bookman, you're young, very talented, very obedient. I'm pretty sure that you'll find a better place, where you can improve your skills, gain some experience and make a career. I wish it to you from the bottom of my heart.

'Stand up... Shake his hand... Smile politely...'

Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Lavi Bookman."

The doors closed. Every single person could see a walking redhead with green eyes full of emptiness and disappointment. A face with a smile. He was always a smiling person, very optimistic spirit. Everyone adored him. He gave them a power to survive those crappy 8 hours in the office. He protected them from the boss' wave of anger. He helped them with the paperwork. How sad...

'I... Lost my job...?'

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"WOOHOOOO! Great! New score! I'm out of my work at 12:14! Come on everybody, let's celebrate!" A half-drunk redhead enteret the Skycraper "13" at 17:36. The hall was empty, only a receptionist welcomed a hyper-happy drunkie. The man asked for the key to the room 544 and stared at the girl with a soft smile on her face, who searched for the right key.

"You're a new face for me. It's your first time working here?" redhead asked. The girl turned around, so he could examine her appearance more precisely. She seemed to be from Asia, her softly-yellow skin and slanting eyes were rather noticable. Long, black hair were done in a big ponytail and eyes glimmering from the redhead's look, which caused a little blood-pour in her cheeks. A man smiled and pointed her the right key from the shelf. Asian girl took it and gave to the man.

"You're really cute, I must admit." he smiled - half from politeness, half from alcohol. "I'm Lavi, nice to meet you..." he looked at girl's card, placed on her chest "...Lenalee".

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr...." she looked throught the guest book, in which the redhead was listed near number 544 "...Mr. Bookman".

"No need for formalities! Just call me Lavi!" he laughed. He looked at shelf and found something odd "Excuse me, sweetie, but shouldn't be a key for the room 543 in it's place? 'Cause I see it's missing."

"Oh no, please don't worry, sir. This room had been occupied a little before sir came here." The girl answered.

"I see, I have a new neighbour then..." he'd said quietly before he went to elevators. Lavi could hear Lenalee's goodbye while the doors were closing.

'What the hell am I supposed to do? I have no job, no money for living, no will for anything! Damn, I'm gonna have a hangover tommorow, I know it for sure'

He stopped before his room and looked at 543. No one has occupied that place since the mysterious murder of a just-married couple 4 months ago. It was a really loud case, every newspaper wrote about it in whole country. That's why nobody was brave enough to live in that apartment.

'Either those people are brave or stupid.' He put the key in the door 'Or maybe they don't read newspapers, or they're from different country' *Click* 'Or why the hell I care...They'd better not be so annoying...' The door closed when he entered. He was too tired, too brought down, too drunk to do his usual work: make a dinner, wash yourself, wonder how to fall asleep. He took a big gulp from Wine bottle and laid on the couch. He felt dizzy, he hated drinking, he drank only occasionally. This was an occasion. He was fired, he didn't know where to find a new job, he didn't have much money left, he didn't want to ask his grandfather for help.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the crack.

Gulp.

Come to think of it... This crack looks like the Nile river. Oh yeah, Egypt. Panda, you're lucky. You're famous, you're rich, you're free from work, you're having a great time there. You damned bastard... Why do you have everything? Why do you do as you wish? Can't I be like this too? I'm your goddamned grandson! I'm the only one left here, I'm still your goddamn relative and so you are mine!

Gulp.

Fuck this. I don't need your fucking help. I'm fine on my own. I don't need anybody. I don't need anything. I don't... I don't...

Gulp. Gulp. CRACK!

Chrrr... Chrrr... Chrrr...

~~~~~~~~~~END OF CHAPTER~~~~~~~~~~

Yep, this is the end of chapter! Quite lame intoduction, but INTRODUCTION had to be shown xP

The lyrics of the song used in story are "4 O'clock" by Emilie Autumn! I DON'T OWN THE SONG! It inspired me to write this chapter ^^

More will come!