1: Culture

"What do you mean 'I'm leaving'?!" He screamed at me, which in all honesty, I could do without. I understand it's his birthday soon, and I should be spending time with him and all, but I won't be gone long, not even for a whole day.

"It's exactly how it sounds, really. I said I'm leaving, and that's what I meant," I said, and looked at him blankly. "It's not like I'll be gone for your birthday, which by the way I haven't forgotten about even though you seem to think that I have," I continued, and I sighed lightly.

"But, Brit. Allen, baby. It's my birthday! You can't just, not spend time with me on my birthday!" If someone didn't move him out of my arm span, and quickly, I was pretty sure I was going to hit him. For one thing, his birthday wasn't that day. It was in four days. For another, like I said not to long ago, I wouldn't be gone long, not even a day, really.

"Lavi, I can't do anything about it. It's not like I'm the one who planned the mission, okay? Komui planned it out, so go blame him," I mumbled. I didn't know what to say to him at that point, I was so easily irritable right now. Yes, I wish that I could stay here to be with my favorite red head, but I can't.

He looked at me with a peculiar face for a few seconds, and then he sighed. "Fine, but I want you to call me every day," he said with a grin.

I glared at him, though not very well, and tried hard not to hit him. "Lavi, I won't even be there for a whole day! I'm going for a few hours not a few years!" I said, and I left the room after that, not wanting to hear any more of the nonsense that came out of his mouth. I loved him and all, but sometimes I, myself, wonder why.

I walked to my room and pulled Timcanpy off my bed, where he had been previously laying. After that I left the Order, and went to my destination; France. There were strange rumors about a 'monster' there, and one of those rumors had been told to someone in the Black Order, resulting in the mission that I was going on.

I slept on the way there, I had been up all night helping Lavi look for his-- … what was it that we were looking for again? Oh well, I couldn't care less.. When I arrived, I smiled at the place I had been to when I was little.

"*Vous devez être exorciste de l'Ordre Noir, Allen Walker," he said, and I was glad that this was one of the few languages that I still remembered from when I was little.

I smiled brightly at him, and then responded. "*Oui, nous avons entendu une rumeur qu'il existe une certaine innocence mai ici."

I studied their culture for the next few hours, and then went to look for this 'innocence'. Once I had acquired it, I smiled brightly, heading back to the Black Order right away. When I got there, the first thing I received was not a well-earned 'Welcome home', but instead was, "So. You're back. That was quick," he paused, then continued with, "By the way, bean sprout, Lavi's in the room practically wailing because he thinks you're going to go missing or some shit like that." Kanda glared at me, then walked away angrily.

I walked to Lavi's room, and frowned when I saw what a mess it was. And by it, I meant Lavi, by the way. "I'm home, Lavi," I said, and as soon as Lavi heard that, he shot up and hugged me, but kept on crying.

"Welcome home, Allen," he said. "Welcome home."

YOU WERE EXPECTING SOMETHING ACTUALLY /GOOD/ OUT OF ME?! Pfft, I can't write well even if I /try/. So anyway, I must say that I'm not proud of this, but please keep in mind it's 5:34 AM, I'm running on 4 ½ hours of sleep, and I woke up at 2:30 pm. Oh, this was really rushed, and reaaaally clichéd, so please don't not leave me any comments saying how terrible it is. Believe me, I /know/. Also, I decided I was going to write Laven week stories not even 24 hours ago.

*"Hey, you must be the exorcist from the Black Order, Allen Walker."

*"Yes, we heard a rumor that there may be some innocence here."

This is for Laven week. I don't own DGM, if I did, it'd be almost as shitty as this fic. ;3; I'll try better for tomorrow...