Disclaimer- I don't own d.grey man or any of its characters. Brigh is my own original character.
-Auther notes-
This is my first fanfiction so I'm eager to get some feed back on it, so please review it. Any feedback i get i will take into consideration and try to make it better. I know the opening chapter is quite small but they should get a little longer. Also i am going to try and update as often as possible my busy student life will allow. Anyhow on this the story.
Lavi lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His scarlet mop falling into his eyes. Looking at the clock on the wall that read six am,
he sighed. Giving up on an illusion of getting any more sleep he threw his legs over the side of his bed and winced as the cold floor met his bare feet. He rose yawning and pulled his eye patch on and grabbed his spare clothes that had been scattered dysfunction-ally all over the floor. After getting dressed in his casual shirt and pants he padded out of his room and down the corridor to see if Jerry was cooking breakfast yet.
Lavi had been home roughly a week. Bookman had requested that Komui call him back to the order head quarters to "recuperate". 'Ha! recuperate my ass' Lavi thought bitterly. 'That old panda just wanted to find an excuse to ship me back here so I'd have no excuse to study up in the library'. He fingered his beloved hammer. "RIGHT!" Enough is enough he decided. He had spent most of the week in the library, and he needed a little action, his skin was beginning to itch. He started to storm up to Komui's office hell bent on getting out of the headquarters or failing that relieving a little tension by harassing the commander.
He marched directly into Komui's office, and stopped, startled at the look on the commanders face. "Erma... Komui?", his voice trailed warily. A glint passed across the rim of the older man's glasses. "Ah Lavi! Just the man I want to see, you could't do me a little favor could you?" His voice had turned sing song, that was a bad sign. The hair on the back of Lavi's neck rose. "Hell no! I'm not road testing Kommuin!" Lavi practically screamed waving his arms in front of his face trying to look defiant. "Huh? What?No thats not what I need you for, you see we have a new member of staff arriving from great Britain today and considering the track record of help getting lost I want you to pick them up" Komui adjusted his glasses to gage the response of the surprised man in front of him.
"Thats it?" The confused man looked at his elder suspiciously. Komui looked at Lavi in mock shock. "Of course it is! I'm not a slave driver you know!" Grinning Lavi rubbed the back of his head and grinned "Sure! I don't mind picking up a rookie"
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A bit later that day a hunched figure could be spotted walking in town muttering to himself carrying a notepad and considerably large back pack. "Damn that Komui".
FLASH BACK
Lavi opens the door to leave the office carrying a sheet of paper, on it in spidery writing are two sentences. Train station 8:00, Brigh Ferdinand. "Oh Lavi! Just on more thing. Since your going to town now, can you do a little shopping and post this to Lenalee in Belgium?" Lavi dodged just in time to see a huge rucksack, parcel and notepad go sailing past his head through the open door. He looks up disbelieving at his commander. Komui grinned. "Shouldn't you be heading out, don't want to be late do you, makes for a bad first impression." Lavi sighs and picks up the items from the floor and begins to make his long walk into town.
PRESENT
Lavi hauls the backpack further up his shoulder and looks at the list written on the notepad. He had just one more item to pick up, and unfortunately it seemed like it was going to be the heaviest, who needs 200 jars of coffee?! He knew that a lot of coffee got drank at head quarters, but 200 jars? A week?! Sighing he decided to suck it up. The quicker he got this done the quicker he could dump the stuff at head quarters and get back on the road like he should be.
MEANWHILE
A tall slender figure steps off a train carriage and looks around bewildered. She has shocking red hair clipped up in a messy bun with her fringe sweeping across her right eye. Pushing her hair out of her face in a fruitless effort she breaths in deeply,
pulls her dress straight and picks up her suitcase. Her blue- green eyes fix on the large clock on the wall it read 7:30. "Typical, I'm early" she mutters to herself annoyed. Her light southern Irish accent turns a few heads in the train station. Unnoticed by the young woman she carries on muttering to herself. "Half an hour huh? Well might as well have a look around town while I'm here" Smiling at her resolve she steadily walks out of the train station and continues up the road into the main square of town.