Jerry laughed, used to Allen's unbelievably large food orders.
"Can I have that sent to my room?" Allen had been wondering this for quite awhile, finally gathering the nerve to ask.
"Sure!" Jerry gave a hearty smile, getting to his job. "Make sure you're up there! I'll send someone to deliver the food."
"A-alright!"
He hurried to his room, sitting on the bed. His hunger slowly returned as he thought of the sweets he had ordered, and now he was impatient. His door opened and white boxes and small buckets were stacked on top of each other. "Dinner's here!" Lavi was hidden behind the stacks of Styrofoam.
Allen stood up and cleared a place on his table. "Set it down there, please, Lavi-san." Lavi smiled. "A lot of food you got there. Care to share?" Allen blinked, "I g-guess. .?" He took hold of one of the buckets of ice cream, the red head pulling open a styrofoam plate to reveal a cheesecake slice. "What's with all the sweets?" The pale boy blinked once more, "No reason. . Just wanted something sweet." He ate quickly, as if he hadn't eaten in days. Lavi, on the other hand, ate a couple of slices of cheesecake and a bucket of ice cream. Mango sorbet. Whip cream. Cherries. "This is new."
"Oi!" Lavi collapsed in one of Allen's chairs, rubbing his full belly. "Always did love the food here." The white haired boy bore into the empty bucket, as if he were sad that it was all gone. His dream. "Allen? Somethin' on your mind?"
"Huh?" A light blush spread across his cheeks.
Lavi crossed the room, dropping down next to Allen on his bed. "Allen? You in there?" Allen tensed as he drew closer. "I'm fine. ." He breathed in deeply, cheeks puffing. The older boy placed his hands on Allen's cheeks, squishing them. "No pouting!" Allen squeaked, letting the air out from his cheeks, his face turning a brighter shade of red. "Gosh, Allen. I think you're sick? You're awfully hot." Lavi said in a teasing tone.
"I'm fine, Lavi!" Allen snapped, pursing his lips in a thin line.
". . ." Silence struck Lavi's lips. He stood from the bed and walked towards the door. "Thanks for the meal," the door opened and he stepped outside. "And sorry for calling you bean sprout earlier." He left. "I . . I didn't . . mean it." Allen shifted uneasily, curling up on his bed. What had he done now. . He closed his eyes, white bangs falling in his face. A sinking feeling in his heart.
As if he might not come back.
Lavi was gently pressed against Allen's door. He heard his soft apology. "I . I didn't . . mean it." And the familiar sigh he had been giving all that day. The boy laughed to himself. What was he thinking? The noon bell struck, breaking his concentration. The Order was always boring. With nothing left to do, Lavi took to his room. Books piled on books. Mountains of papers. No Bookman in sight. "Looks like old panda ain't here." He sorted through papers, reading several, stacking them in the correct piles. So much history so little time. So very, very little time. The red head took refuge in the bed he uncovered from beneath all the papers. He hid under the thin, cold sheets. Something he remembered doing as a kid. Hiding from the world's problems. Hiding from his problems. The clock flashed 2:20. Already? Two hours passed already? "Ah, well. Might as well pack up the sleep."
The older boy closed his green eyes, clinging to the freshly washed pillow cases blankets, and sheets.
Allen opened his eyes slowly, sniffing into the pillow he held so tightly. Fruity. He smiled to himself. It's not possible, but he had to find out. Sleep probably wouldn't come back to him for a few hours, so he settled on exercise. He lay on his back, knees pointed to the ceiling. A hundred sit ups. 10 . . 11 . . 20 . . 30 . . it continued. He rolled over, 100 push-ups with one arm; each. Sweat trickled down his forehead and neck. He switched arms, pushing himself up and down. White hair stuck to his temples. The clock was turned from plain view so time passed quickly. He grew tired. Just 20 more hand stands. Up and down, up and down, up and down . . . 3 . 2 . 1. He fell to his knees, panting, pushing himself to get back into bed. Sleep.
Allen rolled over as a knock on his door sounded. "It's open . ." he said groggily. The door closed shut as footsteps closed in on him. Sleepy gray eyes glanced up at the red head. "Lavi . . I'm sorry, I shouldn't--" A finger pressed to the pale one's lips, quickly replaced with something warm.
Lavi crawled on top of Allen, feeling his lips part in surprise. He took this chance to slip his tongue into the younger boy's mouth. Allen blushed, pushing gently against his elders body. A warm tongue slid along his own, cold hands pressed to his exposed skin, sending goose pimples up his side and arms. "Ahh . . " The younger boy's chest tensed as his pajama shirt was lifted. Lips trailed down white skin, leaving a red glow in his face. Sweet kisses. Allen licked his lips, tasting the older boy's tongue.
Another knock at his door. Allen's eyes snapped open, falling out of bed. "AH!" Thud. The knock came louder and harder. "Hurry, Allen-kun, you're going to be late!"
"Yes, yes, Lenalee-san!" He got to his feet, pulling on clean clothes and his exorcist coat. "Come, Tim!" He quickly stepped into his shoes, bringing the black folder along with him. Timcanpy settled on the crown of Allen's head, wings and tail floating behind as Allen ran.
"Bookman and Lavi went on ahead, Allen." Lenalee patted his shoulder, letting him catch his breath. He plopped down on one of the boat benches. "From here, we're taking the train." Allen nodded, yawning. It was an awfully quiet boat ride, feeling Timcanpy ever so often chew on his hair.
A boy waved from afar, "Hurry up, you two! Train's leaving!" More running. . Allen groaned, sliding into the first class cabin that was prepared for their unexpected arrival. A white uniformed man stood and bowed to both Lenalee and Allen. "My name is Kenny." He stood, about as tall as Lavi with blue hair that was tied back. "I shall be your guide on this mission."
"So what did I miss this morning?" Allen stretched some, looking back and forth from Lavi to Lenalee. Bookman sat outside, discussing things with the finder.
"Nothing." Lavi half-smiled, folding his arms. "Though, as Komui had said, there is one awakened innocence," Allen nodded in understanding. "And several reports of your master, Allen." A sly smile tugged at the corners of Lavi's lips as he watched the boys face change. "Ah . .! That's great!" Allen gripped the edge of his seat, scared, but also comforted. His eyes darted up to the yellow ball curled up in his hair. Another hour on this train.
The rest of the ride was silent, except for Allen's soft snoring. Bookman was still outside chatting with the finder. "I'll be right back." Lenalee smiled, heading out to the bathroom. Lavi looked to Allen's general direction. "I guess it's fate?" He joked to himself, shifting seats, beginning to braid Allen's hair.
Allen moved in his seat, leaning into Lavi. "Ah. ." He blinked open sleepy eyes, staring into emerald green eyes. "Lavi!"
"Oh. You're awake."
"Yes . ."
"Oh-- I, uhm .. Braided your hair?" He threw a smile, feeling the boy tense against him. Silence for a few passing seconds, and then Lenalee's silhouette against the window. "Are we there yet?" The girl nodded, taking her single suitcase from the top. Allen and Lavi followed suit, stepping off the train. A tiny village with large farmlands. It was harvest season.
Ahh. Yes. I'm really fast with updates? I have a bit more that I'll get around to typing before I go to bed, so please be patient, I'm going as fast as I can.
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