Hey everyone! :P I'm sorry I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a while. You probably hate me cuz I lied to you about updating. Well, my other story Melody For Struggle is currently going on hiatus because I need a freaking break. Too much angst! It's driving me crazy, and I—ugh. I hope you all understand.
But now I'm back! And I have a new idea! A rather, unstable idea actually. I have no idea where this story will go. BUT! It's not going to be angst, I need a break from that stuff.
It's a happy fic! :DDD Yaaaay!
Cheers! Wish me luck! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Hoshino's characters. Ugh. :P
Here we go!
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It's funny how fast life can change. One little accident, a twist of fate, and next thing you know, it alters your whole life, believe it or not. Some call it chance, others call it fate. Call it what you want, the bottom line is:
It happens.
For better or worse, it can be life changing. It all depends on how it works out for you. Are you ready for the ride?
Too bad.
There's no turning back now.
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Allen Walker was your typical student attending Black Order High. He wore the uniform, he did his homework, and he showed up to school everyday on time and never got into any fights. There were only a few [major] areas that were easily distinguishable when it came to the boy.
He had white hair.
He had a scar over his left eye.
His left arm is deformed.
Because of these abnormalities, Allen (surprisingly) may be a little intimidating to talk to. Despite his general kindness to his classmates, he does not have a lot of friends. Lenalee however, has been the only friend true to him over the years, and has always remained by his side.
"Allen! Alleeeen!" Lenalee called, poking her head out into the hallway. She stood on her tiptoes as she looked over the mass of heads the crowded the hallway. She leaned out further, and waved her hand in the air as a smile graced her lips. She spotted the head of white hair. He was hard to miss. "Allen, over here!" She called again, motioning him over.
In the mass, Allen smiled, and he replied, "I'm coming!" as he made his way towards the classroom. As he reached the door, he was greeted by Lenalee. "Ready?" She asked.
Turning around, she led him to a desk near the center of the classroom. Her two high ponytails swayed as she reached into her bag to pull out her lunch. Allen followed, and collapsed into the seat next to her. He set his lunch on the table, and rubbed the back of his head. He winced slightly; he had banged his head on the way over.
Hopping on the desk, Lenalee took a seat on the desk Allen was currently residing in. To any outsider, it would appear that they were together, but in reality they were just close friends. Lenalee pulled out her chopsticks and began to dig in to her rice. "So what took you so long?" She asked between bites.
Allen sighed. "I was stuck in the mass of people in the hallway. You saw how crowded it was in there. Lunch hour is always hectic in the hallways. It's hard to move around." They glanced at the door of their classroom. People were still filing in. Noticing a girl with spiky hair walk in take a seat nearby, Lenalee turned back to Allen and said in a low tone, "I think Rhode was following you again."
Allen leaned back against his chair to get a better angle of the classroom around Lenalee's body. Rhode sat next to the teacher's desk, talking animatedly to a teacher, Tyki Mikk. She caught Allen's stare and smiled and waved. Allen waved back, a small smile forming.
"Doesn't really seem like it to me. She probably just wanted to talk to Tyki. They're related you know." Allen commented.
Lenalee sighed, rolling her eyes. "Are you really that dense, or are you just playing stupid?" She stopped eating.
"Huh?" Allen said confusedly as he took a bite of his mitarashi dango. He looked up at Lenalee puzzedly.
"She's had a crush on you since the 7th grade! Are you really trying to tell me you haven't noticed?" Lenalee said in shock.
Allen shrugged. "I had no idea. I don't even remember talking to her much back then."
"She stole your bag of Doritoes while you were eating it and dumped them in the garbage. Then she dared you to eat them. And you, being the food addict you are, dug into the garbage and ate every last chip." Lenalee deadpanned. "I told you not to eat them too."
Allen laughed, "Oh yeah! I remember that! They smelled a little weird, but they tasted fine." His mangled left hand pulled off the last dango and he plopped it into his mouth.
Lenalee stared at him, giving a half-hearted glare. She crossed her arms. "You better not become best friends with her." She said, ignoring the hint of protectiveness in her voice over her best friend. They have been best friends for so long, and Lenalee did not want that to change.
Allen gave a sheepish smile as he leaned back against the chair. "Don't worry, she's not my type anyways." He grinned, but his eyes slid off her face to the figures sitting behind her, a few seats away.
A redhead wearing an eyepatch was laughing and talking energetically to a boy with long black hair, fastened in a high ponytail. Their faces were clearly visible from Allen's spot. Annoyance was written clearly on the Japanese boy's face, and Allen felt his face heat up a tad.
"Allen?" Lenalee asked, snapping her friend back to reality. She waved a hand in front of his face.
"Ah! Um…yes?" Allen stumbled.
Concern clouded Lenalee's face. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little red." Twisting around, she said, "What were you looking at anyways?"
"Ah! It-it's nothing!" Allen replied quickly. He attempted to pull Lenalee back to looking at him, but it was too late.
"Ah! You were looking at Kanda?" She said as she turned around smiling.
Allen looked down, swallowing a lump that was forming in his throat. It's too late, it's all over, she found out—
"He's kinda hard to miss, what with his long hair and all." Lenalee laughed. "Not to mention his hot tempered personality." She crossed her arms, and chewed on the inside of her cheek. "But what I want to know is how he gets his hair so shiny." She mumbled. She looked at the ground in thought for a few moments. Straightening up, she said, "Did you know Kanda and I were childhood friends?"
"Eh? Really?" Allen said in amazement.
Lenalee nodded, and she turned around and waved her hand in the air as she called, "Kanda!" When she got his attention, she laughed, and gave him a small wave. Allen felt frozen solid in his seat. Kanda looked up, annoyance written on his face, but it was softer compared to the look he wore earlier. He nodded, before turning back to his food.
"See?" Lenalee said brightly. But Allen wasn't looking at her. He was looking at the redhead, who seemed to be staring at Lenalee apprehensively. His gaze flickered towards Allen for a moment, then returned back to Kanda.
"Allen-kun, are you really feeling okay?" Lenalee said, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. "Last time you were in a daze and unresponsive was when you got no sleep and had no food for a day. You were running a fever too." Lenalee bit her lip as she leaned over and placed her cool hand on Allen's forehead. Her eyes widened a bit and she was about to say something before Allen cut her off.
"I'm fine, really." He said genuinely, gently waving two hands in front of his chest to symbolize 'honesty'. "Just…got a lot of stuff on my mind." His eyes wandered back to Kanda.
Lenalee was about to say something, but Allen was saved by the bell. Lunchtime was over, and he stood up immediately, alarming Lenalee. She hopped off the desk, shifting it a little, looking uncertain. "If you say so…" She murmured.
Allen smiled encouragingly, and picked up his school bag. "Come on, we'll be late for class."
Lenalee bent down and pulled on her school bag strap a little too roughly, causing it to tear. The strap had caught underneath the desk leg. Lenalee gasped. She pulled up her bag and set it on the desk. Allen stood over her, eyes widening in shock. He glanced around the classroom. They were the only ones in there now.
"Aw," Lenalee moaned. "Nee-san bought this for me too! He got my name embroidered on the front as well. He's going to be disappointed." She looked at her bag sadly, tracing a finger over her embroidered name.
Allen slid his bag from his shoulder and set it on the table. He began pulling out his books, causing Lenalee to give him a questioning look. "Let's switch." He said as he proceeded to pull out her books as well. Lenalee placed a hand on top of Allen's and said, "No, stop, you don't need to—" but Allen waved her words away.
"Let me take it home tonight, I can fix it. Plus, it'd be hard for you to carry around a messenger bag with the strap broken. I'll fix it." Allen said.
Lenalee looked grateful and relieved. "Thank you so much Allen!" She hugged him tightly. "Are you sure you can?"
Allen nodded, as he pulled away. "No problem. Now let's hurry up and get to class, we're late as it is."
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"Allen! Hurry up! School ended like, five minutes ago!" Lenalee scolded, clutching onto her, or rather Allen's, bag.
"Sorry Lenalee! But I have to go turn in my book fee to the office, I'm already late enough as it is." Allen said as he dug around in his books, looking for the envelope. Lenalee blew her bangs up in boredom as she waited for him. He didn't look up as he said, "Go on home. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" The Chinese girl asked.
Allen nodded, and waved his hands away. "This may take a while anyway."
Lenalee bit the inside of her cheek in thought and sighed. Standing up, she took one last look around the empty classroom and shrugged. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." She said reluctantly. She gave one last glance at the door, then she left.
The white haired boy sighed in relief. He knew his friend wasn't rushing him, (okay, maybe a little) but he felt pressured just by her presence. He smiled as he finally pulled out the envelope he was looking for. He left the bag on the desk as he walked down the hall towards the teacher's office.
Poking his head in, he called, "Hello? Anyone here?"
The response was immediate. A hand waved over a large stack of books and papers, and motioned him over. "Over here." The voice called.
Allen walked over, and peeked his head from around the stack of papers and books. "Ah….Mr. Mikk? I have my book fee. Sorry it's so late, I uh, couldn't seem to pull it together on time." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Tyki's expression went from uninterested to amused. The white haired boy suddenly felt a chill go down his spine as Tyki looked him up and down. He suddenly felt…dirty.
Tyki put down his book and took the envelope from Allen, barely looking at it. "Not a problem." He purred. "So, you must be Allen Walker?"
Allen bowed as his face flushed. He suddenly felt very out of place. "Yes!" He replied, not sure of what to say.
They sat there in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say next. Allen, feeling overwhelmed by this 'conversation', finally pulled up the courage to say, "I, um, better get going then."
Disappointment flashed across Tyki's face momentarily, but it was quickly replaced by a smile that almost looked like a leer. "I'll see you later, then."
Allen nodded, then gulped, all before inconspicuously dashing out of the office. He ran down the hall, wincing as he footsteps echoed with each step. By the time he finally reached his class, he was out of breath. He pulled open the door, panting slightly, muttering, "Weird. So, so weird."
He finally looked up as he realized he wasn't in the class alone. A desk shifted loudly, and a flash of red crashed onto the floor. Allen's heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his stomach twisted in anticipation. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around the broom that was leaning against the wall. He held it in front of himself as he peered around the desks.
"AAAHHHHH!" Allen yelled as a figure attempted to jump up on from the floor. He swung the broom like a bat, and pounded the person back into the ground, where Allen began to mercilessly beat him with a broom. A feeble hand tugged on the bag that sat on the desk, and this pushed Allen to begin smashing the hand with the end of the broom. "Get off my bag you weirdo!"
Two hands attempted to cover the person's face, and the figure cursed loudly several times. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Allen stopped immediately, panting heavily as he got a good look at his 'attacker'.
"Hey! You're that redhead who was staring at Lenalee funny today." Allen commented. He straightened up, but did not loosen his grip on the broom. "Lavi, right?"
Lavi sat up, an irritated look on his face. His face was flushed red, covered in scratches from the broom. His hair spiked out everywhere from under his bandana and his eyepatch was slightly askew as well, but it revealed nothing. Allen felt a wave of pity, but only for a moment, and he recalled the past events.
"What were you doing to my bag?" Allen interrogated.
Lavi's eye widened. "Your bag?" He said incredulously. "It says Lenalee Lee right there!" He pointed at it and winced, cussing under his breath. He held his hand and began rubbing it, eyeing the broom warily.
Allen faltered, but not long. "Okay, so what do you want with Lenalee's bag?"
Lavi looked down as a tint of pink covered his cheeks. As if on cue, an envelope fell from the bag.
The boys stared at the letter, both going still. The both looked at it in silence.
Then they both scrambled for it.
"What is it?" Allen yelled as he slid under Lavi, and firmly grasped the letter with his left hand.
"Nothing! Give it back!" Lavi yelled as he jumped on Allen and reached for it.
Allen kicked Lavi solidly in the gut, sending him in the opposite direction. He turned around, and ripped open the envelope, scanning the contents hungrily. "Huh? A love letter?" He said in shock. He froze, and that split second gave him away. Lavi lunged from behind, and got Allen's head in an arm bar.
"Give it back!" Lavi yelled.
"Graah…!" Allen choked. The letter fell from his hands.
Lavi snatched it and stood up, his face turning red. He seemed to be stumbling over his words, as a series of emotions flowed into his face. He made a strangling noise in his throat.
Allen stood up, wincing as he rubbed his throat. "You like…Lenalee?" He wheezed.
"Shh!" The redhead shushed immediately. "You better not tell anyone, or I'll tell everyone you like Yuu!"
Allen paused, as his mind processed this. He liked…himself? Sudden horror washed over him as he realized 'Yuu' referred to Kanda. Allen choked as his face reddened so much that you could barely distinguish his scar. "What?" He said in pure horror. He could barely conceal the terror behind his eyes.
Lavi smiled mischievously, knowing he hit the jackpot. "I'm not stupid, I see the way you look at him. If you tell Lenalee, I'll tell Kanda."
Allen made a choking noise, deep in his throat. He left hand twitched from the anticipation. His secret…was totally obvious to a stranger. Humility and shame washed over Allen, so much that he wanted to collapse to the ground.
"I…" He began, lost for words. This was a gamble, he knew it, and he already lost too much. He couldn't possibly win this. Lavi's smirk confirmed it. There was far more damage to Allen if Kanda found out then if Lenalee found out….
Wait.
There was one last thing. One thing that put everything at odds. A big grin widened across Allen's face, and he looked up through his bangs. Lavi, confused at the sudden reaction, faltered, and his smirk fell, as fear began to plant itself in his stomach.
"And if you do that…" Allen began, his voice already an octave deeper as he entered 'Black Mode'. "Then Lenalee's brother will kill you, when he finds out a certain redhead is crushing on his sister. Kanda may beat me up for a day, but Komui will be at you for life."
Lavi's face expressed the perfect emotion for 'horrorstruck'. He was so petrified, he couldn't move as the letter dropped from his hands. Allen's grin grew bigger, and he knew he had won.
Just like always.
But then again, life had a funny way of taking things away from you.
Especially self-fought victories.
Lavi regained his composure rather quickly, but this time he had a determined look on his face. And as Allen looked closer, he recognized…desperation.
"Lenalee…is your best friend, and Yuu is mine. What if…what if we help each other?"
Allen, totally lost, didn't even bother hiding the puzzled look on his face. "What?" He deadpanned.
Lavi, gaining more courage as he went along, began, "We could secretly help each other get with the one we like. We could set them up for us, and gain a relationship. This way, neither of us lose. In fact, we both win." Lavi smiled triumphantly. He was a genius.
Allen stared at the ground, mulling this over. He began to nod, as he realized how this would work out. "Yes." He muttered. Then, with a stronger voice, he said, "Yes. I do believe this might work."
Lavi chuckled. He held out his hand. "Starting tomorrow."
"Yes." Allen agreed. "We start tomorrow."
They shook hands as a whole new world opened up for them.
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Omg! Yaay! A new story! Aren't you excited? I'm a little excited to where this is going, I've kinda been craving some Laven. :3 GODDAMN LINE BREAKS DON'T WORK.
Btw, I've been kinda interested it beta-readers. I've never had anyone proofread my work before, hence all the mistakes. How does it work? o/o I've been on ffn for a while, but never learned this part. Help? I might try it out lol.
I hope you enjoy! Please review!