Finally, he grinned. It was not a pretty grin. His mouth twisted upwards at the corners, teeth bared. A demented grin.
"I'll be with you, Lavi, let's see what you can do now," he smiled, as he adjusted his lover's hands some more. The red hair had long been darkened, bright green eyes closed forever. "I love you, you know you didn't mean it, did you, lovely, lovely," he crooned, white hair resting upon grey hands. He stroked the other man's face gently, caressing it.
Yellow eyes stared at the face. "Come on, Lavi, say you love me baby, please," he smiled again, this time gently. "You didn't mean to do it, you loved me still," he murmured.
A few minutes later, another girl, looking remarkably similar to him, with spiky black hair, gray skin, yellow eyes, and seven crosses cut into her forehead, walked in. "Come on, little brother, we're going to the Black Order," she beckoned towards him to follow. "And we're going to pay back Kanda," she teased him. She forever teased him.
"You didn't mean it, the black-haired one forced you, didn't he, love?" Black nails scraped porcelain cold skin again, and he stood up. The demented grin grew. "Kanda, poor thing, he's dead…," he sang, and followed his sister.
"Allen and Lavi, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes death in the baby carriage!" He pouted. "But Kanda ruined it," he said again, this time sadly.
"Awww… but that's okay, Lavi loves me, he loves me," he muttered, the grin wide.
a/n. /shiver That freaked me out. ;-;