Okay so this is my first fanfic (And I'm very new to the whole concept so do bear with me ^^;) Any criticism would be lovely, so please do!

Bad title is bad. :'(

Setting... I guess... this is probably happening after the 171st chapter. So yessss, spoilers in 'ere. Apologies if anyone gets offended by "coppertop" I just prefer that to "redhead" . It seems to take a while to get started... sorry. Heavy referencing to 166th chapter in the start. (Promise that the rest will not continue like this)

Dreams =italic

I do not own -Man, or any of the characters...

A door creaked, preceded by footsteps that slurred as they grazed across the room towards a cosy bed, and then another creak was heard when a figure with burning hair fell into its embrace. An eye, the colour of luscious grass, stared with great interest at the dancing flame in-cased in a lantern. The light given off gently illuminated the figure's appearance, showing an individual around the age of 18. Lose locks of his scarlet hair cascaded across masculine, yet delicate features. They were almost swallowed up by a peculiar looking, black eye-patch, worn over his right eye. A coal coloured bandana was hung loosely around his neck; on it were small green studs that reflected the light gracefully. Still viewing the drifting flame, a recurring thought pried into the boys mind 'As dazzling as your emotions and spirit seem to be, you might burn out just like the flames in a fire, Allen'. With that a shuffle was heard as the teenager lay in a suitable position for slumber. However, sleep wasn't the priority at this time. He felt like something was crushing his heart, attempting to remind him of his past 48 lives. Dispelling all the dreadful memories with a quick and painful twist to his wrist, he was able to clear his mind. After that, it didn't take long for the land of nod to catch him, perhaps 15 minutes or so.

A single dull eye wondered around the luxurious room, covered in rich mahogany panels which gave off a sweet scent of polish and woodlands. In the centre stood 4 caped personnel, known as crows, they were congregated in a square formation joined together by paper charms. It appeared to look like a pen of which purpose was to hold a vicious creature within, however that fact was debateable.

"Look after the boy, Lavi", the eye became duller as it peered down towards a diminutive, antique man. It was Bookman. A drop of sweat dripped from his temple and crumpled as it fell onto his eye-patch.

"Oh...sure" he replied, timidly, knowing full well that he was to perform his true job as the Bookman's apprentice.

"Enter!", the doors were flung open, held by two more crows. A petite boy harmlessly roamed into the room and through the pen of paper charms. Lavi recognised this boy as his beloved friend, Allen Walker, however he had to shake off the feeling 'No, he's just ink to me as a Bookman, be professional Lavi!'.

A magical glow was given off from the charms surrounding Allen, revealing yet more charms completely covering his left arm. Accompanied by that was a traditional monks uniform which reached half way down his shin. The fabric fell endearingly around this teenager's body, showing the physique of a young man, but also an aura of unlimited strength. His colourless hair drank the glow and displayed it back with a hint of shimmering grey. A shocking, raw, scar sprawled up his face, over an eye and ended in a pentacle shape. Eyes comparable to the dark side of the moon stared directly through the back of another man's head. He, like Lavi, also had blazing hair, but instead of it merely caressing his face, it's surpassed that and lay down his back.

The two exchanged words, strange looks and understanding with each other. Lavi merely had to listen to the comments, making sure he recorded it as 'hidden history'. Another drop of sweat collected on his brow, and then tumbled down his nose, this time caused by emotional strains in his mind. Allen, an exorcist he had grown to befriend, was having his emotions tortured by the man who he named Master and was clearly in distress. Lavi had to concentrate a great deal in order to remain unbiased, otherwise by now he would have possible projected his Innocence hammer into the Master's head.

Everything appeared to be sailing fine until, "What if I told you...when you become the fourteenth you'll have to... kill... someone you care about?" Master's empty eyes felt as like they were leeching Allen's will power.

"Heh heh, is that you then?" A snigger blurted out of Allen's mouth. Golden orbs looked up towards Master. From a distance teenager could only see an immense smile appear on Allen's face 'What the... Noah?" he shouted in response.

Two soft, yet striking knocks came from the door, waking Lavi from his sentimental slumber. The teen's body automatically jumped as he furiously searched the room to figure out what was going on. 'Ahh, it was just twisted memory from that day', reassuring himself. Like before all his attention was focus on the once fearsome flame, which was now barely flickering. 'What could have provoked such a dream' he contemplated. Behind the lantern a large shadow had grown, showing off the intricate designs in the old window. Peering at the source light, the copper top examined closer to see a full moon. Its radiance reflect an air similar Allen's divine grey eyes, bringing a slight warm feeling to the boys chest, as a grin also surfaced onto his face. Once again in a peaceful state, Lavi regained his usual sleeping position. Before his eye lids grew too heavy, he was interrupted by a small groan, followed but footsteps going away from his room. Immediately the flame burnt out. 'Must have been Bookman, probably needs to go and wash his hair again' he sighed, and nuzzled his pillow till he was once again comfortable. This time he was reunited in his sleep with a peaceful memory of his first meeting with Allen and Krory.

A/N: yeah, it hasn't really got anywhere, sorry for such a long set up, and only tiny hints of stuff..Next chapter should come soon if someone likes this ^^