here then D: I was writing this during class xD

"Yes, yes. I am coming, just a moment."

At first, I was a little scared. Even so, I learned quickly. Becoming the next Bookman is very tiring.

"I'll seriously leave you behind, kid."

"Wait, gramps." I rapidly followed him. The horses were making a loud noise on the streets. What a pest.

Another case. Gramps is letting me record the dead bodies at crime scenes. It's funny gramps doesn't have a name. I either call him 'geezer', 'old man', or 'gramps', but he wants me to call him 'Bookman'. If you're wondering what that is, well from my point of view: people who were cursed. We, born as the one becoming compatible for possessing the 'Bookman Powers / Abilities', it's basically bullshit. You're either born with it, or not. When the current Bookman heir reaches a specific age, they know the next heir is born. In this case, me.

"Look carefully. Lavi, concentrate. Inspect the dead body with your right eye."

I glanced at the body. This time, the victim had three bone fractures. A woman around mid twenties, from what I can see she also was stabbed twice. Not much of a resistance. It's actually disgusting how the blood had spread out all over the street.

"Clearly by looking at the wounds of her neck, someone must have.. Gramps, she's probably dead for hours. What's the point in recording dead people? Give me something new. I have completely mastered the controlling of the record abilities so please-"

"You immature brat. You're 1000 years too early to begin something advanced."

"Don't take me lightly old man. I escaped the tragedy of 8 years ago, I'm grown up now. Not that little insecure kid who wanted to suicide 24/7."

Bookman closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He probably knew, for the stubborn one I am, he wouldn't be able to stop my pleading. "Do not forget, Lavi. I'll think about something if you write me a full report on the body. That's all."

I blinked. "Agreed."

Ah, that's right. Years ago, our town got attacked by a group of people who named themselves 'The Noah Gang'. I couldn't care any less, we all just had to evacuate. Our house was on fire, and I simply let my parents die. I saw how they burned alive in our estate- I didn't even pity them. Why? I locked them up myself. They weren't able to leave the room. You could actually accuse me of murder, but no one knows. I escaped. I heard, recently, my little brother Deak took over the company. I really don't give a shit.

Coincidentally, I collapsed in front of another town's library. Bookman found me there and took me in. I've been grateful. Only a couple of months later, I found out the reason behind my different eye colors: my right eye possessed the power to become the next Bookman heir.

In general, the 'Bookman Clan' was a very secret organization. At all times, we can NOT reveal any information about us. The power we own, is just about being able to record. Yeah, record. We mainly record 'special events' up until every detail. We're on the side line of everything. We aren't supposed to get involved with anything. We write the 'truth' in books and keep them safe. We are neutral, trust no one, and can NOT hold personal affairs; not like I need any affairs. I'm fine with being on my own.

With 'special events', I meant 'wars'. War after war. It's getting boring after a while. Other than that, we investigate and solve cases that are impossible to solve.

I, Lavi, will and SHALL become the next Bookman without any problems, that's a fact.

"Lavi, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"What is it geezer? I'm not finished with the report yet, if that's what you came for." I took a glimpse at Bookman. For some reason, he looked a bit concerned. I placed the dip pen on my wooden desk.

"About the proposal you made earlier." Bookman sat down on a chair in front of me. "You're 19 years old now, and I think that it would help you alot if you took your own responsibilities and learn to become independent. You can't follow my ass forever so-"

"Duh geezer. Just cut to the case gramps," I interrupted him. I sealed the bottle of ink.

"I have went there for an appointment this afternoon and I want you to pack your stuff. From tomorrow on, you will study History and Literature at the Black Order University."

"Whoa, whoa, what?" I became a little surprised, but remained as calm as possible. Out of all places, a boring university. Yep, how awesome. Not. "Do I have anything to say about this?"

"Of course not. I will have you live in the dorms. Everyday UNTIL your graduation I want you to write out full reports of what you witness during a day. That way, when you graduate and return home, I will be able to experience if you matured or learned something or not. The school is the best one of the world. You're a smart kid, Lavi. I do not tolerate failures." Bookman really demanded high expectations of me. I felt a little bit uneasy.

I decided to obey him anyway. I'm already in his debt.

"I understood."

"But, as the next Bookman heir, I expect you to NOT show any feelings. You can not make any friends. Avoid unnecessary contact, ignore the roommate if you're going to get one."

"I understood, gramps."

"I also expect you to behave." The elde got up. "Now, come. I have prepared supper."

"Mhm." I got up from my seat and followed Bookman.

"Neeh, did you hear? A transfer student is coming at this time of the year. It's weird!", Lenalee took a seat next to her friend. She flung her long, dark green ponytails behind her shoulders. The dress she wore was a little bit uncomfortable, but she had to bear with it.

The young man next to her looked up from his books and smiled. "Oh, Lenalee. I see, do oyu know which class he'll join? And don't you have cooking lessons? Don't skip class, woman!"

"Your class, Allen. I've never skipped class in my life before! It's just that the teacher is not here yet. I am completely aware that skipping class is very rude."

"Ah, okay. That's good Lenalee." The boy, Allen, stared at his books that were on his desk.

"BUT! I've also heard he's a Bookman apprentice", she whispered in my ear.

"Eh? Wait, one of those secretive people who can always pop up anywhere at any time? Interesting."

"Yeah! I don't know much about the details either, but I suggest you to stay away from him." Lenalee said with a worried look.

"Well, it won't hurt to talk with him, right? I just want to know a little bit about him. I mean, after all, we'll have to spend these five years together. It'd be nice to let him know he's also part of the class." Allen inquired. "I just want to be polite.."

"Allen, class will start soon. I understand your point but, please. Don't do stupid things, okay?" Lenalee got up and elegantly walked away in her dress.

"I get it." Allen stuck his nose back in his books, but couldn't focus. He unbuttoned one of the buttons on his blazer. He wondered what kind of person the mysterious transfer student was.

When the second bell rang, I stepped inside the classroom with a blank face. I pulled on my black bandana to get it right, some of the bangs were stinging in my left eye. Great idea to wear an eyepatch.

I noticed that everyone stared at me. I wonder how many people there were in this classroom, 25? Gee, I'm the only one with red hair. A boy who looked up from his books caught my attention. I rested my gaze on him as I froze next to the teacher that introduced me to the students.

The boy had pure, white hair like snow. An angelic, innocent face with such a pale skin. He had a scar on the left side of his face, I wonder what happened.

I closed my eyes. No, no. I shouldn't pay attention to unnecessary things.

My seat was next to a blonde guy. He constantly broke out in hives, or so it seemed. I sighed when I learned his name was 'Bak Chan'. I threw him a cold glare which made him look away from me.

"This is going to be a long day..", I muttered to myself.