The Something That Ate My Homework

Laven

Chapter One: Ugly Vases and Somethings

As he passed on his way back to the library, his home, a rather ugly piece of glass caught his eye. He paused in his walk and regarded the vase full of pink carnations with distaste.

'Now that is one ugly vase. I feel sorry for its mother.'

Lavi heard a chuckle from behind him, and he jumped. He turned and blinked. Standing before him was a young boy, younger than himself, of course. The boy's pale eyes looked too large for his face, but definitely did not seem out of place. He had white hair; though it was easy to tell the boy standing before him was nothing more than a teenager. Odd. Could he have bleached it? A scar on his face, covered unskilfully with makeup. Odd. Could it be a tattoo? No. If Lavi looked closely, he could see the line of skin was slightly raised. So definitely a scar. The boy seemed to have heard him… Odd.

"Vases do not have mothers, mister!" The boy giggled out.

Lavi noted his attire with his left eye; the one not covered by an eye patch. A uniform of some sort. The redhead had seen the uniform before, somewhere…. He could not remember. Odd. It was red, and black. The material looked heavy, it was long sleeved, and the boy was wearing thick gloves. Odd. It was the middle of summer.

'…' Lavi kept quiet.

"I'm sorry to have said anything, mister, but what you said-" And the boy fell into a fit of laughter again.

'Uh…Kid, can you hear me?' Lavi asked cautiously. The boys giggles soon wore off.

"Huh? Of course I can hear you. You're speaking loudly, and clearly, and in English… So why wouldn't I be able to hear you? And understand you?"

Lavi stepped back, his eye wide, and tried to teleport himself out of the area. He snapped his fingers, once, twice, three times. His fingers sparked, he felt a miniscule pull, but it did not work. Lavi began sweating, and he whipped out one of the books from the brown leather bag hanging from his shoulder, not noticing a silver necklace with a magical artefact attached drop out of his bag.

He flipped through the pages like lightning, looking for a section of get-away spells. He quickly began reading out anything that seemed relevant, but only one of the spells he found worked for anything, all it did was explode into a fiery dragon that wrapped around him then fade; leaving some of his hair singed. Lavi blanched, and carefully placed his book away.

All the while the boy with white hair stood watching with his head slightly tilted to the side and a dazed look on his face.

Lavi stood still for a moment, his fingers twitching.

There was a long pause between the two.

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Lavi turned and ran. He ran as fast as he possibly could.

"Uh, sir? I think you dropped your…. Uh…. Mister I think you dropped this!" Allen called out to the redhead from his position on the nearly empty sidewalk, outside a store that sold flowers, and glass vases of all kinds.

"You have got to be kidding me…" Allen scowled and picked up 'the something' with his left hand and ran as fast as he could after the odd man with red hair, knocking over the table that held the ugly vase, and it dropped to the ground and shattered. Allen had no time to stop for the vase.

Now, even though Allen did not participate in many sport lessons at his school, and he preferred to curl up in a corner with a good book than participate… In the absolute HORROR, that the PE coaches liked to call a good lesson… But that did NOT mean Allen was unfit; or that bad at sport. He was actually rather good. And a fast runner.

He caught up to the odd man in less than two minutes, even with the redhead's head start. The man ran into the gates of the gardens and Allen followed.

"Uh, sir? I think you dropped thi-hey! Wait! I'm trying to give this back to you!"

The man had gotten away. The red head had seen him catching up, and ran faster than before. Without even listening to what Allen was trying to say. How rude. Allen had to stop for a minute and catch his breath; and when he looked up, the strange man had disappeared. How, Allen had absolutely no idea. There wasn't any place to hide in surroundings like this; it was just a cement path through a garden of flowers on the edge of town. Allen rubbed the back of his neck. Where could that man have gone?

He couldn't have gone through to the other side, the gates were all chained up, and he couldn't be in the gardens, Allen would've been able to see him. Did he climb the fence? No, they were too tall…

Well, if Allen ever saw the man again, he would have to give back the 'something' he had dropped. Allen lifted the hand that held the 'something' and opened looked at the 'something'. It seemed to be a necklace of some sort… He turned the item over in his palm and ran his fingertips over the cold silver. It looked valuable… Allen wondered if the man would miss it, when he realized he never found out his name.

Allen sighed, and his head dropped. The sun was beginning to sink in the sky, and he decided it was perhaps time to go home. He had had a long day. He dropped the necklace into his jacket pocket and began the walk home.

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Lavi stopped for a moment inside the doors of the library. His breathing was hard. That kid was fast. For a shortie.

He pulled of the headband keeping his red hair off his face and sighed. That had been a close call today. He had heard of people who could see his kind, or hear them, but never believed it, and he had never heard of humans, mere humans, that could see his kind, talk to them, and most likely even touch them. It was unheard of. And rather intriguing. The boy with the white hair had sparked an interest in Lavi, and he wanted to investigate further.

'But why did the boy run after me?' Lavi wondered as he ascended the creaky wooden stairs to the home above the library. Lavi kicked off his shoes at th door, and left them with all the other pairs. He dropped his bag on the bench to his right, and continued on down the hallway to his left heading towards the kitchen and his bedroom. He took a sandwich out of the fridge, and slumped into one of the chairs, and rested his arm on the bench in front of him. He had some thinking to do.

Perhaps he would need the Panda's notes to help him this time.

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Allen had finally gotten home, after being delayed by his neighbour who wanted to make sure he had tried, and liked, the (actually rather disgusting, and Allen would eat pretty much everything) chocolate chip cookies she had made for him, offering to give him another tray (an offer which he politely declined) he had unlocked and opened the door to his home, he wondered who that man was.

He lit himself on fire which looked alarmingly like a dragon and got off with only a singed bit of hair.

When he snapped his fingers, they sparked. SPARKED.

He read out odd words from an odd book with a moving title, and he disappeared without a trace. And the people around them hadn't even LOOKED at the odd man, but were giving HIM odd looks as if… As if… Allen was the only one that could see the odd man with red hair.

Allen swallowed.

How could that be? How could… That was simply impossible, and Allen had seen a lot of impossible things in his approximately sixteen years of life.

He unzipped the pocket of his uniform jacket with hurry and clasped his hand around the heavy necklace to assure himself that it was real; that it was there; and not just another illusion conjured by his mind.

Allen stood there for a moment, his fingers clasped tightly around the metal object when he realized his other hand was being bitten. Tim. Allen had forgotten to feed Tim that day. Oops. He stuffed the object back into his pocket and began walking towards the kitchen. Timcanpy dropped onto the floor and trotted behind Allen, following him.

"Sorry Tim, I'll get you food in a moment, just let… Me.." And Allen trailed off as he smelled something… Something sweet? Allen smelt the vague scent of a lotus flower, before he dropped to the ground, unconscious. The last thing Allen saw, before his eyes fell closed, was a hand, with nails filed sharp and painted black, three thin-banded rings on the index finger approaching his face.

The kneeling man stroked Allen's law with his index finger and grinned, sharp white teeth flashing in the gloom. The man picked up the boy and simply walked out of the home, stepping on the annoying mutated creature with sharp teeth as he walked out.

The man passed a chubby old lady with grey-pink hair tied in a loose bun holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies and as we walked by he covered her eyes with his gloved right hand and continued walking, without missing a beat.

When he lifted his hand from her face her eyes were blank, dull, lifeless.

The man had learnt this decades old trick from an acquaintance of his. The red head used it on the pretty women he had offended.

"che. Manwhore."

.::A/N::.

I did not intend to write this story, as I have so much else to do story-wise, and whilst trying to get over writers block this randomly spurted out. I will continue this, but after I post 'Waiting' and update FYA or DWU. Its school holidays right now, so I have more time for this. 'This' as in writing. And RP. Now to think of a name for this, and to upload it. Hmm.