Contains Possible Spoilers For Those Who Are Just Starting This Series/Only Watch The Anime!
Contains shounen-ai (boy/boy love), possible explicit material (Sex, Blood, Crude Humor, Death), etc. So be warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man, any of it's characters/ideas/etc. (Even if I wish I did.)
I'm not exactly sure what brought this fan fiction on - so I don't have any witty comments to add explaining why and where all of this came from. When it's complete, I may have a few more to follow suit to it ... nine times out of ten I will, because I enjoy writing very much and get inspired extremely easy. D. Gray-Man used to be a series that I just couldn't see any pairings in at all. Then I found an article about Lavi/Allen, and I fell in love with the two together. Not to mention how totally cannon they are (even if you don't agree - I really don't care). It was a piece showing off evidence of the pairing, many things I had never even noticed until they had been pointed out - and I've read what's out of that series many, many, times. So yeah, I am a total Lavi/Allen shipper - and to be honest when you stop and think ... it's a pairing that even the great Katsura Hoshino seems to support; even if it is implied mildly. (At least I so see it that way ... and a lot of other people actually.) After that, I found I loved a lot of other pairings as well. SO. I'm going to rate this accordingly - no M ... yet. And, if Shounen-ai (boy love), possible explicit material (Sex, Blood, Crude Humor, Death), etc. offends you or you dislike it at all - I have a word of advice. Direct yourself to your BACK BUTTON and never return here, because this contains most - if not all - of the above. 83
Bookman's Successor
Chapter One - Regret
' Upon the confrontation of the Level Four, Allen Walker ... '
The scratch of a pen across parchment ceased, it's ink dripping softly at the end of the unfinished line of words. It's tip hovered, almost daring the hand holding it to continue the report who's due date was dangerously close. It remained still, a large emerald eye searching the words that it had read and re-read nearly twenty times. This was where he always found himself unable to finish his sentences without bias ... when he found himself at the point where he had to record details pertaining to him.
Pertaining to Allen Walker.
Lavi found himself sighing, slumping back in the wooden chair which he'd been sitting in for nearly three hours. He always did this. He always lost himself in his work, completely ignoring the passing of time, not to mention the strain on his back. It was aching - if only a bit - from his poor posture as he'd hovered over the large stack of papers littering his desk. The pen which had once been idling above a name fell with a soft clatter, rolling softly before stopping against a large black book. The exorcist's hand flexed - cramped from writing nonstop - before shifting upwards to push through his unruly rusty orange hair. Before he'd even began the, decorative, cloth that usually held his hair from his eyes had been pulled down, and left to hang unevenly against his neck.
How long had he been like this towards Allen?
A groan escaped, the boy's hand slipping to cover his eyes gingerly in annoyance. How long had he been like what towards Allen. Hell - he didn't even know what he was thinking over anymore.
No. He knew exactly what he was thinking over - he was just denying it with vigor.
Grrrawwwllllrrrrr.
The groan of his stomach caused a small grin to forced itself across the boy's lips, yanking him from his moment of self frustration. He'd clearly lost track of time more than normal. Generally he stopped before he got hungry, he didn't eat much but when he was hungry it was rather annoying. ... At least the sounds his stomach made were, anyway.
The cluttered room remained silent for a moment, the exorcist's good eye shifting across the parchment he'd been writing on for the last time. His attention focused on the last two words that had been written before he'd trailed off. A sense of confusion then followed, forcing his visible eyebrow to furrow in agitation. Lavi had a tendency to over think things, and analyze them from various sides without a thought of how long it took. Generally he was fast at this, and could pull off multiple analysis' within the matter of a few moments. However with this particular subject - he had a tendency to overlook things out of pure desperation and take his time in doing so.
He had to avoid the obvious outcome no matter what. It wasn't an allowed outcome - but it was an outcome that he could never honestly deny.
Ugh. He confused himself so much lately.
Grrrawwwllllrrrrr.
Lavi leaped up onto the balls of his feet, stretching thoroughly as a yawn crept up and escaped his throat. The noise coming from his stomach was getting on his nerves, and as such his mind was set on stopping the constant whining as soon as possible. He would finish the report later, after he'd eaten. Panda could wait at least that long. He was sure that he'd be beaten senseless for something wrong anyway - so getting the report in on time wasn't something on the top of his priority list.
Turning on his heel Lavi closed the door to his room, hands folding to rest on his neck behind his head in a relaxed fashion. That was when the severity of the ache in his back finally hit home. A small spasm rushed up his spine, calling forth a sharp curse from his lips. He turned his neck sharply one way, shoulders turning in the opposite direction in an attempt to correct the problem. A small snap echoed, followed by a louder one farther down his spinal column. Nope, that still hadn't fixed his problem. Apparently a muscle in his lower back was cramped or pulled - he had a feeling it was the first. This was not what he needed. On top of the strain of recent dealings with the Noah and Earl, along with his Bookman training and this annoying problem he'd long developed having to do with one of his younger nakama - a sore back added to the mix meant a rather stressed Bookman-to-be.
"Lavi-kun!"
The male's head jerked about softly at a soft feminine voice. Linali Lee had been among the first of the exorcists found by the Black Order, and by far was considered the beauty of the Order. This was something that her elder brother, Komui, would let no one criticize and at the same time allow no one to act on and court the seventeen-year-old girl. Linali was a rather cheerful girl, who was more often than not found smiling, who tended to worry too much over others. When one was allowed into her heart - that was where they would remain for all eternity. She lived for her world, and in turn her world consisted of her older brother and friends. She would put her own life on the line in a heartbeat - despite noticeable fear - in order to protect those she cared for. Lavi had always found the girl interesting, however her tendency to get over-emotional and her small streak of slow thinking had always secretly gotten on his nerves. Honestly when he'd first seen her, covered in injuries and crying over a casket - he hadn't liked her at all. All he'd seen then was an over-emotional girl, who failed to realize that some things had to come before others.
Actually, she hadn't changed that much - but he'd grown to understand her reasoning, thus he'd grown rather close to the girl. Lavi grinned, nodding to her as she joined his stride to his left. "Ah Linali ..."
She returned his smile, hands folding behind her back. "I haven't seen you since early this morning, Allen-kun and I were wondering if Onii-chan had sent you off on a mission by yourself!"
"No, I've just been working on writing up reports for that old, Panda, geezer."
"Ah, I see." She chuckled, falling into silence as they walked on towards the cafeteria.
The Bookman-to-be took note of the changes in the girl - she'd once had long black hair - and now it was a short bob. It had at one point been barely there, and cut boyishly short. It wasn't something that had happened by choice - more of something that had happened in battle. Sacrifices in battle were normal, and thus he'd never put much thought into over exaggerating the loss of the girl's hair. Her older brother, however, had mourned deeply for weeks; and likewise celebrated when it had began to grow again. Other, minute, changes were evident in the girl. Changes he was sure only he or Bookman could notice. She'd gotten edgier - jumpier than normal. Linali could often be found on guard more often than not now - something that wasn't as common before Allen's 'death', the battle with the Noah inside the ark, and the battle against the Level Four. Both battles in which all involved had barely escaped, and had done so with dire injuries - himself included. His brows furrowed then, functioning eye dropping to observe his companion's legs. He remembered when they'd pained her greatly - not to mention the exhaustion that had taken her over when she'd recieved her new crystal type Innocence. Well ... it wasn't a new one - more of an upgrade on her old Dark Boots, to state it correctly.
"Linali, do your legs bother you anymore?"
She looked over, taken off guard at the question. She blinked a moment, as if thinking her response over. "They hurt a bit now and then, but all in all they're fine."
"What about exhaustion? Are you used to your Innocence fully yet?"
She smiled, "No, I don't get tired anymore. Really."
The redhead nodded, turning in unison with the girl before reaching out to kick open the cafeteria doors. "Don't strain yourself, ne?"
"I'm fine, honestly, everyone is worrying over nothing." Her tone hid a slight annoyance, hand waving as her opposite one caught the closing door. "I'll see you later though, I'm going to check and see if Onii-chan needs anything."
"Ah!" Was her cheerful reply as Lavi waved without turning, eyes already locked on his target - Jerry's window.
Lavi took no time placing his order - yakiniku. It was his favorite, and was something he hadn't had in quite a while - at least a month or more. He turned, eyes searching the room for a well-known face. A coy smile crept up across his lips - he'd found three people to annoy today. Hitching his arms behind his head once more the redhead headed forward, eyes set on three males sitting in a close proximity. Two of them - he knew for a fact - weren't enjoying the experience. The other, however, was watching the silent battle going on between the two with uncertainty - completely forgetting the meal sitting in front of him on the table.
"Move, Moyashi."
"Allen, Ba-Kanda! And, I sat here with Krory-san first!"
"A-Allen-kun, really we can move ..."
It was all Lavi could do to hold in his laughter as he approached the trio. Kanda Yuu was the first he'd noticed - mostly because he was the only male with hair that beat Linali's in length. Well, that and the annoyance radiating off of him could be seen all the way from Ireland. Kanda was - like Linali - among one of the first exorcists present in the Black Order. He and Linali had known each other since they were young - and even then he had been a royal pain in the ass. He was by far the most unsociable person Lavi had ever met in his life - and he'd met many people. He'd also known Kanda nearly as long as Linali, key word, nearly. He'd sparred with him many times - all of them times when he'd had to coax the man into it by annoyance - and had not once been able to beat him when it came to weapons. However, if it were bare handed Lavi was sure he could take the Japanese swordsman in a heartbeat.
Arystar Krory was the next exorcist he'd noticed. The Romanian baron wasn't someone that you couldn't notice. He towered over most in the Order and his unusual hairstyle gave even Allen's hair a run for it's money. Krory was a shy man by nature, having grown up alone in a castle for most of his life. His only companion, other than his deceased Grandfather, had been a woman known as Eliade - one who had turned out to be an Akuma and he had been forced through fatal injuries to kill. It wasn't something anyone talked about easily, merely because the baron had been in love with the woman. Lavi avoided the subject at all costs - as did everyone else - he was one to poke fun, but he wasn't cruel. Krory was one of the newest exorcists - one of which he and Allen had recruited when he'd been mistaken as a vampire in a small village. Not that recruiting was what the people in the village had wanted them to do.
Lastly was Allen Walker. The youngest exorcist in the Order to ever reach Critical Point. The young British gentleman was kind, and overly naive. Both traits that Lavi had been unable to understand fully when he'd first met the boy. Allen had lost his way - and Lavi had found it in his coyly, wry, nature to set the boy straight. He'd succeeded, and since then Allen had become Lavi's closest nakama besides Bookman himself. Allen's strange sense of justice - and almost inability to see the wrong in anyone - had been things that kept Lavi in constant interest. Just when he thought he couldn't see Allen do something stupider - he was proven wrong. No - stupid wasn't the word to use for Allen. Allen was far from stupid - he could be ruthless and was easily agitated - but he wasn't stupid. Allen was ... Well, to be honest, he just cared too damn much for nearly everyone. That was what awed Lavi without words.
"Honestly Kro-chan, once those two get started they won't stop until they've killed each other or you've drug them apart like a pair of brawling dogs."
Lavi's voice held mockery, eye glimmering with mischievousness as he sank into a sit beside the baron. Apparently Kanda had sat down at the table beside Allen, and Krory - without knowing it - and was now demanding that the two move. Kanda was a ruthless, reliable, fighter ... take Akuma and Noah out of the picture though and he wasn't exactly the smartest. Not that he would ever admit it - though Allen enjoyed pointing it out constantly in their arguments.
Allen's eyes darted, a large smile appearing at the redheaded exorcist. "Lavi! Linali and I had thought you were sent out on a mission." He'd clearly blocked out all that had happened thus far.
"Great, the Usagi decided to show up and I'd had the fleeting hope you'd been shipped off." Kanda - naturally mocking and showing his disgust at more company. Naturally.
"Now, now Yuu - no need to worry about me all that much!" A grin filled Lavi's face once more, arm tossing itself across the swordsman on his left. He'd had to lean across a gap in the tables to do it - but annoying Kanda wasn't something he would miss out on for all the yakiniku in the world.
"Get off!" Kanda snapped, nearly dropping his chopsticks in the process of throwing the redhead off.
With a laugh Lavi turned his attention to the white headed boy sitting in front of him. "Nah, I was just writing reports for Jijii."
Allen smiled, nodding softly at the response he'd gained. "That's good news - Linali was ready to yell at her brother for sending you out alone."
"Komui-san should have a bit more credit than that, Allen-kun." Krory stated softly, returning his attention back to the baked chicken and dumplings upon his plate.
Lavi's food was brought out then, and placed down in front of him. Lavi grinned at Krory's statement before picking up a piece of the grilled meat with his fingers and popping it into his mouth.
Apparently Kanda was unable to handle much more of the three's company. As soon as he'd finished his noodles he stood, grasping his bowl and headed off with a huff. "Honestly, I can't eat in peace no matter ..." His words had been lost on the air as he'd walked off, and left unfinished.
Allen had glared after the male, biting into the third sandwich which was present on his plate. Krory had watched the man leave, eyes showing slight sadness. And Lavi - Lavi had just grinned whilst chewing a piece of pork.
"Lavi! Chew with your mouth closed!"
Lavi glowered, opening his mouth even wider and chewing rougher.
Allen's response was to glare, before once again reprimanding the boy. "Honestly, Lavi!"
With a laugh Lavi waved the remark off before turning his attention once more to his food. He was done annoying the boy ... for now at least. He loved bothering his nakama, but he loved bothering Allen the most. His brows pressed together in thought once more - the same things he'd been trying to leave in his room were resurfacing. He knew exactly what was going on - and he knew exactly what was not allowed for many reasons. Honestly - sometimes he just pissed himself off more than others. All he'd done was caused himself a mess of problems - and ones that wouldn't be going away any time soon. Another piece of meat was lifted, popped into his mouth and he started chewing. For the first time he remained speechless, head turned to look about the large commons room in an attempt to forget the things rushing through his mind. He was doing it again - trying to ignore the obvious out of desperation.
"Lavi ... are you alright? You look like something is bothering you ... "
Lavi's eyes jerked up, catching the younger boy's gray ones a moment. He grinned, "Ah I'm fine, Allen."
Krory looked over, adding softly "How are your injuries, Lavi-kun?"
"Boy, you two worry as much as women. I'm fine." His voice held a mild whine, back straightening before falling back to lean against his chair. He once again, popped a piece of pork in his mouth.
Silence passed, and Krory shifted uneasily in his chair. Finally the baron cleared his throat and rose, "I'm afraid I have to leave now ... I'll speak with you again Allen-kun, Lavi-kun." Without a word more the Romanian turned and parted from the two. He left in a rush - almost as if he wanted to escape a very uncomfortable situation. Like he wanted to escape a quarelling couple in a market.
Once more the two exorcists were left to eat in silence.
"Oi, Allen. You doing alright?"
"Yes."
Lavi jerked slightly, eyes growing a moment at the roughness of the boy's voice. If he'd been a dog it was sure that his ears would've been perked in alarm. Something wasn't right ... something wasn't right at all. "Oi ... Allen ..." The redhead reached out, knocking on the sixteen-year-old's head softly to gain his attention.
Allen's eyes shot up in slight agitation, something Lavi reacted to by grinning. He'd pissed the younger boy off, apparently.
"We were just asking out of concern, Lavi. Not to annoy the hell out of you."
Lavi's tongue shot out, head landing in his hand softly. "You take things to heart too much, Allen. And, Kro-chan knew I was kidding."
"And you're a pain in the ass, stupid Usagi."
At this Lavi, leaned his head back laughing heartily. That - to him - was a praise. It showed he'd succeeded in annoying the hell out of someone he cared about. The only problem with Allen telling him that was ...
BAM.
"What the fuck, Panda?!"
Lavi was leaning over, hands clinging to his head which had just been knocked by the Bookman's fist. Allen, on the other hand was nearly choking in laughter.
"You screwed up on that last report, and you new one is late. Must you continue to be utterly useless!"
A growl escaped the Bookman-to-be's lips as his eyes shot up, locking with a pair of agitated black ones. "Well excuse me for not being able to read your damn mind!"
Bookman was an elderly man - someone Lavi (though he would never admit it easily) looked up to. He'd been taken in by the Bookmen when he was a child and raised up by the old man as his successor. He'd came here with Lavi in tow for the sole purpose of recording the history of the war being raged between the Black Order, the Earl, the Noah and the Akuma. That was what the Bookmen did - record history without showing partiality. Lavi had seen and learned many things - and never seemed to fail to remind the current Bookman that he'd be taking over. And despite all of the snide comments, and almost un-respectful names that Lavi gave - his love of the old man was evident. Like with all others he cared for - he showed it by teasing, and his laughter. Bookman was by far the one person he teased and taunted more than even Allen Walker. And with recent events - that was saying a great deal.
"Hurry up and finish that report you useless boy." Bookman gave the boy another good wack before folding his hands within the sleeves of his coat and turning to walk off. "Don't screw it up this time!"
"I'll finish the damn thing when I finish it, damn Panda-faced old geezer ... " Lavi's voice drifted off, eyes narrowed at the fleeting back of the older man.
Allen had watched in silence, smiling softly at the interaction between the two. When he saw Lavi and Bookman together - nostalgia hit him, and he was reminded of his days with Mana. Bookman didn't look like Mana, but like Bookman had with Lavi - Mana had taken in Allen, and never ceased to show him affection. Bookman didn't show his affection to the world - but it was obvious that it was there. Without Mana, Allen wouldn't be who he was today - and he was sure that was how it was with Lavi and Bookman.
"I'll screw it up this time, just to piss you off ... " Lavi glared at his unfinished food before standing, one hand still rubbing his head."Are you done eating, Allen? If not I'll speak with you later."
Allen rose as well, a barren tray in his right hand. "No I'm done, I'll head back with you."
"Ah." Annoyance was still laced in the eighteen-year-old's words, however it was fading fast. He wasn't easilly angered - and he never was one to hold much of a grudge. Not when he had the chance to get even anyway.
The two headed for the drop-off window, placing their trays on the slowly moving belt. Allen exited the room first, holding the door for the man behind him. Lavi followed, hands folding behind his neck with a sigh. By now he'd forgotten about the smack that he'd received - more or less thanks to a currently in the works revenge scheme. At the thought, Allen chuckled. Lavi was entertaining - there was never a dull moment with the exorcist.
Silence passed between the two as they walked, both simply reveling in the others company. That's how it was for Lavi and Allen. Neither had to talk - just the fact they were in the others company was enough. Both considered the other closest in the Order - you wouldn't find one without the other being too far behind. Allen sighed, looking over to the redhead a moment. He was done plotting - the Bookman-to-be's face was calm and he was walking with his eyes closed.
"Allen, have you had to deal with the Vatican anymore?"
"Unfortunately." Pure hate welled in his voice. Allen hated the Vatican. He hated having to report everything he did with the ark - though he hated that thing far more - and he hated how they attempted to drag Mana's name through the dirt. He hated how they went on about him being the Fourteenth. It was all so damn tiring.
"Today?"
"No, I spoke with them before I had lunch. I didn't enjoy it, however, I'm very thankful that I don't have to deal with them any further today."
Lavi chuckled, eyes closing once more as the two took a turn. "They really are annoying ... Even Jijii doesn't like the group much. He deals with them though, like Komui, and you." Shivering the redhead tilted his head. "I couldn't fake all that polite crap - I'd end up cursing them out in about five different languages and ruining all ties with the church."
Allen smiled, looking to the other sideways. "And that is precisely why you aren't - nor ever will be - in a diplomatic position."
"I'll be Bookman soon enough, thank you very much." Lavi glared.
"May God help us all when you succeed." Allen chuckled.
"Remind me to write down what an annoying ass you are in extreme detail, Allen."
"Only if you remind me to never allow you to attempt diplomacy without me in the room to shut you up when you put your foot in your mouth."
Lavi whined, lower lip poking out softly before he draped himself across Allen's shoulders. "I'm not as bad as Yuu, you know."
Allen's brow arched, a smile crossing his lips once more. Sadly, Lavi had a point. "Touche."
Lavi grinned, pushing the slighter boy in play softly. He remained tossed across Allen's left shoulder, relaxed as they continued down the corridor. His mind was thinking too much - thinking far too much about that strange, and totally unacceptable thing that caused his Bookman bias to blur. It was something he'd been thinking over for months, and each time had come to the same conclusion. A conclusion he couldn't allow himself to accept ... but then ...
"Lavi!" Allen's voice was a small snap in protest to the peck on the cheek he'd received."Did you even see if anyone was around?!"
Lavi sighed, a small smile falling over his muddled features. Through all the over analyzing , and detail oversights - he still knew what he knew. He was in love with Allen Walker. Allen Walker was another male, and was his nakama. Allen Walker, who was another male, returned his affections. And he didn't give two shits about any of that - no matter how many times he told himself to forget it. No matter how many times he told himself what was at stake.
Because he loved Allen Walker, who was also a male and also returned his affections, they had to keep it a secret from everyone else. And that was the only thing he gave a shit about.
That was the only thing in this whole ordeal that Lavi regretted. He regretted not being able to share how much he cared for his companion. He didn't regret how others, or the church, would react to a homosexual relationship. He didn't regret that nine times out of ten he would never succeed the old man as Bookman. He didn't regret the fact that he - Lavi - loved Allen; and that was one thing he never would regret.
He did however regret he wasn't allowed to show his affection in public. He regretted he wasn't allowed to show his happiness in public beyond what was considered brotherly affection. He regretted the strain and added stress that he'd thrown on Allen three months ago when he'd confessed himself to the white headed boy.
"Oi, Allen ... "
"I'm not ready to forgive you yet, what you did there was far too risky to do in the halls."
"Do you regret me telling you what I did a few months ago?"
Lavi was nearly thrown down when the shorter male stopped suddenly, and had to jump twice on his right foot and turn to regain his balance. His emerald eyes spun, catching those of a wide gray. Allen was staring at him - in utter disbelief.
"Lavi, do you regret telling me what you did?"
"No, that's not what I meant Allen. I mean- ..."
"Then, Lavi, don't ever ask me that again. I don't, and never shall, regret you telling me what you did. Nor do, or ever will, I regret feeling for you the way that I do."
Lavi stared, mouth set in a soft line. His visible eye was large, and slightly taken off guard. It dropped to the floor, looking slightly to the left finally. "I'm sorry about the whole secret thing too ..."
"It's something we both agreed was necessary for the time being - you have nothing to apologize for. So, please, do not."
Despite himself Lavi found himself laughing, "Allen you talk so damn proper."
Allen's brow twitched. "Is that a problem, Lavi?"
The redheaded exorcist failed to restrain a laugh, reaching to grab the younger boy's left hand abruptly. "No, not at all."
Instantly Allen tensed, almost as if to jerk the Anti-Akuma weapon back. He froze, watching as the misshapen extremity was lifted, un-gloved, and placed against the lips of the other gently. It was caressed softly, from the tip of his index finger until the redhead's lips paused to hover above the cross embedded within his skin. A soft blush crept up, filling the sixteen-year-old's cheeks at the soft kiss that was placed directly in the center of the terrifying embellishment.
"Allen, are you busy?" Lavi's eyes lifted to catch his partner's in a lock. A small, soft, smile played as his crooked lips.
The flush remained, slightly faded, on Allen's cheeks. "No, not at the moment." His voice came out softer than normal.
"Mind giving me a bit of company then?"
Lavi reacted without a response - he didn't need a response. He laced his fingers with the boy's hand in his grasp before tugging him softly forward down the corridor. After a few moments he was pulled inside the Bookman-to-be's room quickly before the door was closed in a rush, and lock turned. The redhead turned then, free hand slipping upwards to lock on the side of the younger exorcists neck. Lavi's lips pressed downward, catching Allen's softly.
The kiss was brief, delicate, as if a moment more would break the secret the two were keeping from the rest of the world. Lavi sank to a sit on his bed, pulling the slighter man with him and into his lap. Allen slipped into the crevice between the redhead's legs, leaning back against his chest with a contented sigh. Their hands remained twined, Lavi reaching for the unfinished report that was left on his desk. He pulled his knee up, pressing the paper and the book it was on against it before starting to scratch softly. "I won't annoy you, right?"
Allen took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the other man. It was a unique smell - the smell of parchment and sandalwood. The scratch of the pen sent a shiver down his spine. This was Lavi - his Lavi. "No, not at all."
Lavi pressed his lips against the slighter man's neck softly, clasped hand pulling Allen's with him as he wrapped it about the boy's waist. Allen on the other hand made himself more comfortable, snuggling into the chest of his partner before closing his eyes softly.
Silence went on with naught but the scratch of Lavi's pen filling the void. Allen's breathing changed, slipping into a tempo of slumber.
Lavi noticed this, pausing a moment to press his lips to the boy's temple.
No, he regretted nothing about this at all. He was in love with Allen Walker - and that was all that mattered to him.
Nakama - group, circle of friends, partner, associate(s).
Jijii - grandfather, old man.
Onii-chan - older brother.
Linali - Another spelling of Lenalee/Rinali. It's the one I prefer, and use out of choice, because in my opinion it makes her name look much prettier.
