NEW STORY FOLLOWING BREAKING THROUGH TO KANDA: This one will be a follow up, and more mature, as well as a more dramatic writing sequence and better plot twists. Hopefully… This is inspired by Stina the wicked, and her amazing story "The never played symphonies" The hands down best Sasuke Itachi fanfic ever written. Period. Now here we go.

Lavi's green eye slowly fluttered open in the early morning light. His mind took a minute, not focusing on the pale stone ceiling above him. His eye closed, and he slid back under the stained covers, his naked body snuggling into the still warm bed. His hands stretched out underneath the covers, searching for a body. A body he had been with most of the night, until they were both sweaty and exhausted.

Kanda's shaking body fell on top of Lavi's. The man below him gave a small groan of pleasure, and slid his hands over Kanda's slippery back, pulling him close. The body heat from the two was staggering, and both men's breathing was quick, and ragged. Lavi's mouth moved to Kanda's throbbing neck and he gently nuzzled him under the curtain of blue hair.

"Mmmm…." Kanda moaned into Lavi's pillow, the mix of bright red and cool blue hair twisting into the sheets for a dramatic contrast. Kanda's nostrils flared. Lavi smelled amazing. Both men had that salty smell you get after a workout, as well as a fresh smell like spring, a new beginning. It was the smell of great sex. Kanda slid of Lavi and laid back on his back, still panting. His fingers locked around Lavi's wrist, and the bookman twined his own in-between. They were holding hands. They were holding hands after the most amazing sex ever. Lavi's irresistible grin came back, shining in the early morning. Lavi twisted his body over so he was more comfortable in the ruined sheets, and let his other hand, the one that was not being clutched by Kanda, run slowly over the mans heaving chest.

"That was amazing." Kanda's eyes locked with his, and the man gave an almost unseeable smile, and gave a stiff nod.

His long seeking fingers found only more cotton sheets. His eye snapped back open and he sat up, the cover falling back into his lap.

"Yu?" He whispered into the empty still halfway dark room. His eyesight was adjusting to the dim light, and he saw some familiar things. His hand slid back to the wooden headboard, and he pulled himself up a little. His fiery bangs fell into his eye, but he continued to take in Kanda's now empty room. Lavi's quick senses saw a pile of neatly folded clothes on the oak table by him, as well as a note nestled on top. He let his lips curve around in a smile, flashing his teeth.

Kanda had left him a gift. Still, the smile faltered as he stretched out for it, enjoying the pull in his lower body. It wasn't a hurt feeling, just that gentle pull you get after a good workout. Or great sex. Which Lavi had partaken in both last night.

His fingers scraped over the rough paper, and the smile returned as he took in Kanda's odd spidery hand writing. His vision was still clearing, but he could make out the ink on the parchment.

On a mission. Should be back within a month or so. Don't touch anything.

Kanda

Lavi's heart skipped a beat, faltering in his chest and taking away the feeling of happiness from last night. Kanda, gone? Why? His bright green eye narrowed. They had taken Kanda away after Lavi had finally broken through. The red head fell back onto the sheets with a groan, his hand over his face. How long would he have to work to get that back again? It didn't bode thinking about. Lavi's sigh continued until all the air was out of his chest, and he read the note again, even though he had memorized it from the first glance. This was just not fair. He closed his eye and folded the note in his hand, crumpling the soft paper. All he wanted to do now was sleep. Sleep, and pretend that Kanda would be in the sheets the moment he woke up, and start this over. But he knew it wouldn't happen. One, because Kanda was gone, and Two, because he knew the bookman would be looking for him. Lavi didn't care. He was tired, and he honestly deserved a day off. He worked day in and day out for the old man, and now it was his turn. Plus, he knew what the panda faced man would say to him. "You'll be moving on soon enough. Don't get attached." But it was too late. Lavi was struck, and he knew it was wrong and he shouldn't be. But he didn't care. His eye fluttered, and his head rested back into the soft pillow, and he let the smell of the sheets, and even Kanda's faint scent fill his nose as he drifted off to sleep again, and in his dreams, it was if Kanda had never left.

Lavi felt weight, movement on the bed. In his still sleepy daze, his hand stretched out.

"Mm….Kanda?" He murmured softly into the afternoon air, his fingers searching for the body. He felt his fingers come into contact with a torso, and an exorcist coat. Lavi's eyes didn't open as he stretched up to meet his lover, and a voice woke him up in seconds.

"I'm not your Baka boyfriend." Lavi's eye snapped open and took on a look of horror as he stared up at his master, who was sitting on the bed. Lavi flew backwards, his head slamming into the head board, with a grimace, his hands both flew to the back of his head, while he stared at the bookman with a look of pure terror.

"Gramps…….I-I," But words would not come. The book man glared at Lavi, and it cut the boy as if the panda sized man had punched him in the stomach. This was worse than horrible. The bookman settled on the bed, sitting on Lavi's lap, obvious to the fact that his apprentice was naked. Lavi squirmed uncomfortably, but he didn't dare move off the bed. The book man's eyes bored into Lavi's terrified green one, and the boy swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as the book man sat on his crotch. Lavi winced as the bookman's voice finally came, and the old man stretched out a long boney finger, emphasizing each word with a hard poke in his apprentice's ribs.

"You know better. You know you know better. You, are never to do anything like this again. Ever." His eyes grew harder as Lavi swallowed, wishing the headboard would somehow open up and eat him. He flinched from the hard finger prodding into his chest and leaving a bruise, and as shame from the bookman washed over him in a wave. But the man was not finished.

"The rest of the week, you do not leave my side. I had Kanda sent away, so you would not be tempted. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Baka Lavi?" Lavi's voice could not be found. He only gave a short nod before his head fell forward onto his chest. The book man rose without another word. Lavi didn't move for a full minute, until the bookman's harsh voice called him to get his lazy ass out of bed. Lavi was going to pay for straying from the bookman's path, and he was going to pay hard. His mind pondered over what sort of punishment was in store for him, but he knew his mind was nothing compared to the bookman's. He swallowed as he pulled on his clothes from last night, not daring to take the time to clean himself up. His head hung as he slowly pulled open to door to face the wrath of the smaller old man. He was not disappointed in Lavi; he was shamed, and angry. Lavi knew he would take whatever the bookman would hand out, and be grateful he wasn't kicked out of the bookman's own personal family. And so began Lavi's personal week from hell.

It was only day two, and Lavi's body was sore. Not in a good way either.

"You missed here." The bookman pointed to a spot on the wall, and Lavi dared not answer, or complain. He only ducked the wet rag back into the slimy water, and began to scrub in small circles at the place the bookman had pointed out. Lavi's start of punishment was to clean the entire order. So far, he was only on the third floor. His knees had been rubbed raw from polishing the floor, his hands permanently pruned it seemed, and his back with a crick, as well as his neck from bending over and such. His muscle's ached from not being able to stretch out the full way when cleaning. He was no more than a much abused house wife at the moment. He felt his hand cramp up for the seventh time that morning, and he bit back a groan, and switched hands. He curled his fingers, trying to draw out the cramp, and the bookman came over. Lavi swallowed, and forced his tired arm to rub faster.

"Let me see you hand." Lavi was glad for the brief moment of rest, but held his hand out nervously. The bookman took it in his, and then before Lavi could blink, he had dealt it a hard slap. Lavi hissed in pain, drawling his hand back; the bookman wore rings. Pain flashed across his hand, and the bookman held out his hand for Lavi to place it in again. Lavi held back an annoyed look as he slowly placed his hand back on top of the bookman's. Four more times the boney hand smacked down, and Lavi's eyes watered. The back of his hand was a searing red, and slightly open where the bookman's rings had cut open the skin. The bookman pointed to the bucket and Lavi's eyes widened. It would sting, but still……he knew the big part of the bookman's punishment was not actually pain and labor, but learning not to break rules, and self discipline. He wondered what this one demonstrated.

"Don't switch hands until I tell you." Lavi gave a sigh. Of course. The bookman again pointed to the bucket, and Lavi held a grimace before plunging his hand into the bleach water. A breath hissed its way through his teeth as the bleach burned his skin. He started to pull out, until the bookman's voice stopped him.

"If you move before I say, I will pin it to the bucket with a needle." Lavi's eye lowered as he bit his lip while the bleach ate at his skin. And it was only day two.

By day four, Lavi could barely keep his eyes open, and his body was one giant ache. He and the bookman were currently outside the order, half way down the cliff face.

"Again." Lavi bit back a complaint, and forced his dead arms to lift his hammer once again. The bookman's hollow eyes watched as he again was forced to activate the fire seal. The dragon curled up into the air, and didn't reach the top before it faded. The bookman's eyes hardened and Lavi fought to get smoke out of his lungs with a watery cough. He had been working with his innocence all day, and Kanda had not once crossed his thoughts. The bookman's permanent frown deepened as Lavi's knees gave out. He shakingly tried to pull himself up with his hammer, but only succeeded in not falling to the ground. The bookman sighed, eyes piercing through Lavi's very being.

"You are weak." Lavi sensed this was the time for the lecture the bookman had been holding in. He watched the bookman walk slowly over to him, and he forced his numb fingers to tighten over the wood handle, and tried in vein to pull himself up. He knew what was coming, and he was too weak to stop it. He hadn't eaten since day one, and had barely anytime to rest, and little to drink. The bookman's foot dug into his stomach, and Lavi's grip slipped. He fell onto the rocks with a gasp, air not going into his stomach. His numb arms wrapped around his torso, as he got to his knees shakily, trying to breathe. As soon as his head was up, the bookman's fist crashed into Lavi's chin, and Lavi fell onto his back, his mind not making sense of the pain he was in, rejecting it as he crashed onto the rocks. He didn't move as the bookman stood over him, scowling. Lavi couldn't see anything but bright flashes of light. The bookman knew what hit Lavi hard, and he wasn't pulling any punches this week.

"You forget your place. You are not a normal boy Lavi, you know this. You have known it. Yet you tempt yourself, and give in to your foolish desires. You are here to watch, and only watch! Not to touch, or even think about anything but your work. You will stay here the next three days, no food, and whatever water you get will be from the rain. Come back up and see me after then, and not before." Then, as Lavi barely moved his head, the bookman bent down, his eyes softer and he ran his fingers through Lavi's shocking red hair with a gentle caress.

"Don't mess this up, Baka." The bookman then smiled, and stood, leaving Lavi on the crevice of a rock for the next three days. Lavi took his chance, and slept. Once again, Kanda visited his dreams.

So, tell me what you think, and the next chapter up soon, I swear it.