Yeah. So here is the sequel to The Heart in Your Hand. I cannot decide between making this a Laven or Poker Pair, but I have a few chapters to make that decision. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

Chapter 1

Lavi's POV

I really hate being immortal. I could give you many, many reasons why I hate living forever, but I do not think I should bore you with the rantings I have given to my grandfather these last four hundred years or so. He always listens to them patiently and when I am finished he reminds why we are in this purgatory, why we live forever. He had warned me not to fall in love, he had warned me not to let emotions blind me from what should really be recorded and what should be important. I was young, and lust overtook my eyes. I fell in love with Lenalee and became a normal man. I became blind to the important figures of history, and I was even blind to the boy who—who both loved me and caused my down fall. No, that is not right. He is innocent in this. A victim even more than I. Like me he tried to live a lie, a normal life as a simple indentured servant boy. Except he did it for better reasons than I did. He did it because he longed for escape from the war that haunted him most of his life, and I did it out of lust and selfishness. This boy dared act out his emotions (something I deeply admire for it takes courage to do something like that), and even after knowing I would reject him he continued to give me his deepest secret. And what did I do? I shared it with the girl I loved and she used it to kill him. He died a horrible death. He burned at the stake. I never wanted him dead…not that it matters. The Earl made sure that his family member will be well received when he is born in the afterlife. He took from me my eye, giving me clarity, and made me an immortal. I have a duty to him, a debt to pay for causing the suffering of a Noah. I am now supposed to protect Allen's reincarnation, whenever it is he shall be reborn. Ah, how the years have passed without sight of those familiar iron eyes and hair colored like dust, of that scrawny figure. The year is now 2014, and winter is approaching. Once more I found myself stuck in high school, though things have certainly changed…I am no longer the Lavi Bookman, solemn and serious (he came about after the death of Allen Walker and lingered well into the 1800s. I adapt well to the times and have even come to enjoy the life here. The earl does not seem to mind me living a normal life. Not as long as I keep an eye out for his family members and protect them. There is not much to protect them from, but there are witch hunters in the present day. They are few, but I know they exist.

"Tch, what are you thinking about," Kanda grunted as he sat down beside me, leaning his elbows onto the table. The first time I encountered him, I was shocked to see he was reborn. I told the Earl, who explained to me that witch hunters have also known to be reincarnated due to their relationships to their weapons, Innocence. He assured me that Kanda would eventually regain some of his memories from his past life. Sure enough he did and by the end of freshman year we were best friends. He is Kanda, but much more calm, tolerant. It was a nice change.

"I'm thinking about history," I replied blandly. Kanda rolled his eyes.

"You think too much about the past and never focus on the present," he muttered.

"Not true!" I protested. "I am very much focused on the present! I have my GPA, my hobbies, my band—"

"One: your hobbies dwell in the classic monster movies and the nerdy productions of Lucas and Spielberg," said Kanda, his eyes darkening with mild irritation. "Two: that band is not yours. There is no leader, and hell, we aren't even completely organized."

I shook my head at him. "Kanda, you really do know how to let the air out of someone's ego and happiness."

"I'm sure you'll survive that fall," Kanda replied drily. He glanced up as the teacher walked in. He scowled upon seeing the familiar face of Tyki Mikk, one of the Noahs that worked here at the school ( and one of the reasons I attend school in the first place). Tyki was not a bad person. He could be intimidating at first, perhaps a little sadistic, but I learned that he was by far the most likeable of the Noahs. Over the years we came to be on good terms, friends even. I didn't even mind my job of protecting him or being his bodyguard/slash babysitter.

"Oh hello Kanda," Tyki greeted with a familiar grin that was both wide and a little dark. "You seem to be in a much better mood than when I last saw you."

Yes, Tyki was a surprisingly nice person, but he loved to annoy Kanda. His favorite method was to bring up what he called 'inside jokes'. This particular one consisted of a band-get-together where we tried to organize ourselves—tried—and we even put together matching uniforms. However Daisya, Kanda's brother picked them out and it wasn't until Kanda changed into them that he figured out that they were girl clothes. No, Kanda was not wearing a dress. But he was wearing girls' skinny jeans and ripped shirt. He was so pissed, and of course Tyki happened to be visiting.

"Shut your trap Mikk," Kanda growled. Some of the other students who were present gawked at him. I gave him an uneasy smile and briefly wondered why fate even gave him Tyki as a teacher.

"That would be 'Mr. Mikk' to you," the Noah corrected smugly. I saw Kanda's hand clench into a fist and I clapped a hand on his shoulder before he could tackle Tyki.

"Okay Yu," I sang, feeling a drop of sweat run down my neck as I used his first name as well as dared to touch him. Normally he would just snap at me or smack me away. But he was already pissed and with a snarl he grabbed my shirt in a fist.

"Don't fucking call me that or I'll rearrange your face 'til you can't tell your nose from your mouth you Baka Usagi!" he shouted. I glanced quickly at Tyki for help and saw him smiling smugly at my predicament. I hurriedly turned back to Kanda and saw him draw back his fist.

"Wai—" I yelped. I shut my eyes and braced for impact.

A sound was heard in the silence of the room and I felt Kanda shift. I cracked an eye open and looked in the direction he turned. Then I gaped.

There stood a student in the door way. He had just opened the door and was staring at us with a frown. He was short, pale, with hair as white as snow, and eyes that sparkled like silver stars. He was frowning, yet his eyes told me that he was laughing at the scene Kanda and I made.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he joked, a smirk falling onto his face the most becoming of ways. My mouth went dry. I recognized him. He was Allen, yet his mannerisms were wrong. His expressions were wrong. Where was the boy with dull, dead eyes? With an old man's hair? This boy was like fire and ice mixing together. He wore clothes that made him look slim instead of scrawny. This could not be Allen Walker!

"Oh, no, please join us. I'm afraid I don't who you are. A new student I'm guessing?" Tyki asked. I was shocked that he didn't know who Allen was, but I was still too stunned to do anything more than stare at Allen.

The white haired boy strode briskly across the classroom, handing his sheet to Tyki and holding his hand out with a confident grin.

"Yes sir. I am Allen Walker, a transfer from Britain."

That last phrase blew my mind. How could he be British? He didn't even sound British! What was wrong with my world?! Allen was not Allen, Allen was British but did not sound British, and now Allen is here? I am so confused! What should I do? How—

My stomach plummeted as I experienced that sensation of falling. I hit the ground with a whoosh, the air knocking painfully out of my lungs. Like that I snapped out of my thoughts. As I recovered I looked up to see Kanda looking down at me neutrally.

"Oops," he said blandly. I knew then that he had dropped me on purpose. And now I had the attention of Allen Walker again. Only this time there was a flicker of…something else in his gaze. It sent chills creeping up my spine. Did he remember?