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Lavi
The mask of the Bookman was one that Lavi had worn for as long as he could remember, having always been taught to be the stoic observer. He had been groomed since early childhood to assume the role of faceless recorder of unknown history. This was his duty in life and he accepted this.
That is, until he met them.
Upon becoming an Exorcist of the Black Order, so that he could better fulfill his duties as a Bookman, Lavi met an odd assortment of people that he would come to call his friends. Even though emotional attachment to anyone was strictly forbidden.
So he was forced to wear two separate masks; he had to act the part of Lavi, the persona that he had invented before joining the Black Order while maintaining his identity of Junior Bookman. It was a balancing act that was proving far more difficult to pull off the more time that passed.
And it was causing him to experience emotions that he wasn't supposed to have.
For, although he was forbidden from forming emotional attachments, these people that he was forced to be in contact with day after day were slowly worming their way into the heart that he wasn't even supposed to have. Lavi fought against it for as long as he could but in the end he was forced to give in and admit something to himself that he would admit to no other.
These people were his friends.
And so the mask that he was forced to wear changed from that of the happy go lucky red haired Exorcist to that of the stoic Junior Bookman. One mask traded for another and yet both intigral for his survival.
A/N - I don't think I like this one but here it is. This was a timed exercise and this is what I came up with. Hope that you enjoyed, please leave a review and share your thoughts. Next is Lenalee!