Death the Thief

belongs to Katsura Hoshino. I'm just messing around in the playground of her fictional world.


At six forty-five, Allen lay motionless on his bed. His eyes were shut tight as he willed himself to forget the events that had occurred a week ago. Choking back tears, he forced himself off the bed and shrugged on his uniform. He pushed the wooden door open, noting that the corridor was quiet. He knew where they all were, waiting for him. Eyes clouded with grief that he was trying so damn hard to suppress, he walked with a heavy heart towards the chapel located one floor down.

He creaked the door open slowly, and immediately all eyes in the room swiveled in his direction. He noted absent-mindedly that Lenalee wasn't present, and neither was Bookman. He had left a few days after he had died.

"Allen, we were all waiting for you." Komui rushed forward to the boy, talking in a hushed tone. Allen nodded and let Komui guide him to his seat as the service began. A priest stepped forward to the podium, saying prayers, which went unheard to Allen's ears. His eyes were focused on the black casket with the rose cross intricately carved upon it. He felt as if his eyes could see through the solid wood and land upon the body of his fallen comrade. He could just imagine the red hair spread over closed eyelids as a single gold compass (from Bookman) lay tucked in the palm of his hand.

"Allen. Allen, it's your turn." Komui nudged Allen gently. The boy nodded and stood up, walking to the podium. He stared at the crowd gathered before him. It consisted mostly the Science Division members and exorcists. He stared at the empty seat that was meant for Lenalee, his throat tight. Everyone was staring up at him expectantly, watching as he glanced down at the piece of paper that he was gripping so tightly, before crushing it slowly. He sucked in a deep breath.

"Lavi wasn't just a comrade to me. I guess in times like this with death at every corner, a comrade becomes like family to you. And that was what he was - a part of my family.

How do I even begin to describe Lavi?" Allen laughed softly. "He has the most annoying traits. Sometimes, when it's barely past 3am and I'm just back from my mission, I'll head to the cafeteria and get stuff to eat. I'm usually starving, so I order a heap of food. And then Lavi comes around just as I'm about to tuck in and helps himself to half of my food. Then there are all those times when we're assigned a mission together. I can barely get a wink of sleep with all his snoring." Everyone chuckled.

"He can hardly focus on our task. When we're scouring the town for Innocence, he sees an attractive lady and it takes all of my effort to get him back on track! He's always poking at my ribs, pulling at my cheeks and messing up my hair. Worst of all, he's always calling me "Moyashi", no thanks to Bakanda!" a familiar 'tsk' came from the crowd. "He knows how much it irks me, and yet he calls me that at every chance he gets."

Allen sighed, looking down at his hands. A soft smile lingered on his face. He bit his lip before continuing.

"It's all these things that he does that makes me miss him more with every single passing day. I'd give anything to let him be here with us again, even if I have to endure a lifetime of rib-poking, name-calling and cheek-pulling. I don't even care if I have to spend every day hearing him call me "Moyashi". I don't care, as long as he's here, telling jokes and laughing along with me. He was my family."

With that, Allen stepped off the podium. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he walked out of the chapel. He didn't look back, leaving the cold and unmoving body of Lavi behind.


A/N: Whew, glad I got that plotbunny out of my head.