Rip

Lavi stared into his locker sullenly. It was Valentines Day, the day where every kid in school slipped love notes, chocolates, or flowers into the person they liked locker. Getting a valentine was easy for Lavi, since he was semi-popular. Getting one that actually meant something, or getting one from someone he was actually interested in was almost impossible.

He reached inside the locker and flipped through this year's haul. Some sappy love poems, a description of his "emerald eyes" and "fiery hair", a few "check yes if you like me back"'s, and a few small boxes of chocolate. He sighed. They were the same stereotypical valentines he had received last year.

He went through each one as always, making sure that the other students in the hall who were watching for his reaction could see. One by one he ripped the valentines in half and dumped the trash in a trash can. He looked back into the locker to see if there was any more.

There was. A simple piece of red paper leaned against a single red rose. In a loopy, black script, the words "I Love You" were written. It was simple, yet the three words had never been written on any of the cards or candies he had ever been given. It had always been "I really like you," or "I think you're hot", or some other meaningless statement.

Lavi picked up the flower and sniffed it, he smiled a little and examined the card. Nothing on the front but the "I Love You", so he flipped it over. On the back, there was the name of the person that anyone in the school would have fainted over. Tyki Mikk.

"Ah, did you like you're valentine, Lovely?" Tyki was leaning against the locker next to his, looking quite suave.

"So it really was from you..."

"Of course it was. I won't deny that you've charmed me."

Lavi blinked at him, then smiled. "I could say the same to you."

He had found the valentine that didn't deserve to be ripped.

Cigarette

I stormed out of my now ex-boyfriend's apartment. I wiped the tears away from my eyes as I tromped down the steps, although they kept coming. I threw off the jacket that had once been his, leaving it on the stairs. My red hair stuck to my face as I ran, glued there by my tears. He had just broken up with me.

I had come in with my spare key, as I always do. I found him having sex with some whore in the living room. He had stopped, tried to play innocent, and once he realized he was being stupid, he broke it off with me. He told me that I could keep all of his stuff at my place, he didn't need it anymore, and told me to get out. So I did.

I ran down the street, stopping at the intersection. My tears were still streaming down my face. I wiped my tears away again and hiccuped, looking at the stop signal from across the cross walk. A few people were gathered around me, waiting to walk.

Smoke was blown in my face from my right. I disregarded it, turning my head away a little. More smoke, more directly in my face. I turned, angrily, to see a man who was leaning against the light pole. He had curly black hair, tan skin, a handsome face...and he was smoking a cigarette. The man was staring at me, as if I was a specimin...or prey.

"Could you please stop blowing smoke in my face," I said politely, the tears had stopped and my voice was steady, but my cheeks were still wet and my eyes were still red.

My response was more smoke to the face. I coughed and scowled at him. He smiled.

"Please, stop it."

More smoke. Damn this guy and his stupid cigarette.

"Stop."

"Why?" His voice was smooth, it reminded me of melted chocolate. His eyes were teasing and his smile held the cigarette in place.

"Because it's annoying," I snapped back.

He blew more in my face.

"I don't need this right now! My boyfriend just dumped me for some bitch!"

"Oh, poor Lovely," He teased.

"Don't call me that. I don't even know you."

"My name is Tyki Mikk, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your name?"

"It's Lavi Bookman. The pleasure is all yours though, I can't say I'm happy to meet you."

"Oh, don't be so mean. I'm just so happy to see someone so attractive," The signal turned to 'walk', and Tyki and I stayed where we were, although everyone else kept walking.

"Shut up, you shouldn't be so cocky," I said bitterly.

"I have a right to be, don't I? I think I might be better than your ex," Tyki said with an air of superiority.

"He was tons of times better than you! He made me happy!" I said.

"I doubt it. I don't think anyone could compare to me. Especially in bed," he smirked that annoying smirk. I was already angry, so it didn't take much to piss me off further.

"Prove it," as soon as I said that, I knew it would cause trouble. It was the absolute wrong thing to say.

Tyki dropped his cigarette, stepped on it, and smiled at me. "I was waiting for you to ask." He pulled me closer, tilted my head up, and laid a kiss on my lips. His lips were like silk on mine, slipping over me and making me feel amazing. My mind went fuzzy as he deepened it into an open-mouthed kiss, his hands sliding down my body.

A few minutes later, I regained my reason and pushed him away, "Ah! Don't touch me!"

"Seemed like you enjoyed it," he said with a devilish smile. My red face answered for me. "You look like you need to forget about that ex for the night. I can help you. Maybe I need to be with someone as fun as you for the night too. How about we go back to my place?"

I looked at him appraisingly. I hated to admit it, but he was right. So I nodded and followed him back to his house. He was definitely what I needed.

Council

"Allen!" I yelled. I tackled him in the hallway and shook him, "I need help!"

"Okay...stop shaking me." I stopped, he looked at me seriously. "What do you need help with?"

"I-" I stopped, got up, and pulled Allen into an empty classroom. "I'm having romance trouble."

"What?"

"The President of the Student Council just asked me out to a movie."

"Tyki Mikk, only the hottest guy in school, asked you out?"

"Yeah, and I don't know what to say?"

"Well, do you like him?"

"I-I'm not sure..."

"Lavi, you talk about him all the time!"

I looked at him for a minute, then nodded. "Okay, I'll go out with him."

I ran off, glad that Allen could help me clear my head.

Jail

I sat in a holding cell with Lavi Bookman, a cute little redhead I had met the previous night. We had gotten drunk after being upset and got in a fight. The police were called, and now we were waiting for some friends to post bail for us. It was boring and empty, we were the only ones there. We had both calmed down and forgiven each other for the fight though.

"Why were you so upset?" Lavi asked.

"My niece had been bugging me for a week about not being in a steady relationship." I rolled my eyes, "She's been texting me non-stop, calling me, and talking my ear off."

Lavi nodded seriously, as if taking it in.

"What about you?"

"My grandfather yelled at me for not being dedicated to working. Said that I couldn't be dedicated to anything, or anyone...Said no one would want me anyhow, cuz've my eye..." He sighed, looking pretty upset.

I pulled him over, into my lap, and tilted his face up so we were looking each other in the eye(s). "You aren't bad looking."

"Huh?"

"You're good eye is so good-looking." I ran my thumb over his eyebrow, and one of my hands through his hair. "And your hair is nice too."

He turned bright red, "Sh-shut up. You're just messing with me."

"I'm not though. You're really cute. I just didn't notice earlier because I was drunk." I stroked his soft cheek. I was telling the truth, and hopefully he would believe me.

"You're lying. You won't go further, because you don't like how I look," he said. I took the cue.

I bent my neck and placed a kiss on his lips. It lasted a few seconds, and was chaste, but it got my point across.

Yes

Tyki knelt down by the fountain, Lavi standing in front of him. He fished a small black velvet box from his jacket pocket and opened it. He showed the inside of the box to Lavi, and the redhead beamed. Inside, there was a diamond ring.

"Will you marry me, Lovely?"

"YES!" Lavi tackled and kissed his new fiance.

Hollow

When I'm a Noah, I don't feel any human feelings. All I feel is the one emotion that the Noah gives me; pleasure. It's the same thing every time. I get pleasure looking at all of the destruction around me. After so long experiencing such a thing, I feel hollow. Empty of anything. It's painful. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever made me feel anything else when I'm in the Noah state. It's like a wall where nothing can penetrate it.

But, when I first laid my eyes on him in my Noah state, I felt a wave of emotions cascade over me. They were more than pleasure. It was love, desire, and fear. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, but I knew what I wanted. I was scared of the feelings I had, and the repercussions of feeling this way, especially toward an exorcist. Whenever I wasn't near him, no matter if I was Noah or human, I would feel empty and lonely. I wanted to be with him no matter what.

One day, the Earl sent me on a mission to find some innocence and destroy it. Well, when I was just about to take it, Lavi burst in. He blushed as soon as he saw me, and stopped. I, on the other hand, stood frozen and dropped the innocence. Suddenly, we were on each other. Kissing, touching, etcetera. I didn't feel nearly as hollow as before.

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