A knock?

Allen bolted upright from his bed, and from his daydream, curling the bedsheets around his legs and the blankets tangled over his arms. Needless to say, this cause a very severe lack of balance, and soon he was down, on the floor, accompanied by a rather large sound and an all together too audible yelp. If he had listened closely instead of rubbing his head and concentrating on the throbbing pain in his head, he would have heard a painful silence outside his door.

But of course, that only lasted a moment before the door burst open and a fit of giggles could be heard.

'S..sprout off the bed?'

Finding his new found ability to glare at Lavi very welcoming at this point of time, Allen did not hesitate to utilize his 'Glare of Doom'. And miraculously, that shut Lavi up, only for both of them to lapse into a very profound silence.

Interrupted by a very severe kick to the head of Lavi, courtesy of the Bookman.

A large yell, and a fight ensued, with Allen stuck in first person view, wondering what in the name of heavens were the gods doing on this particular day. Apparently, they weren't paying much attention to the mortal world, and soon chaos would descend down upon this earth.

Luckily however, that revelation was stopped abruptly with the sound of Lavi's coughing.

'We're going to town. Komui's been asking for his coffee beans.'

A sudden image of Komui clinging on to Rinali and asking her for his coffee came into Allen's mind, and it was further vividly enhanced by the sparkling tears flowing freely from Komui's eyes. With a look very unaccustomed to Rinali's usual smiling face, she seemed to be holding Komui off, with all of his associates having looks that would bring down the God of Awkwardness.

Thankfully, though, that thought faded away fast enough, though it wasn't soon enough for Allen to prevent a look of extreme pity passing through his face.

'We're going with you.'

Allen snapped his head back to Lavi, and eyed his suspiciously.

'Don't you have any missions?'

'Well, we can't have you being attacked on the streets all alone again, can we? Knowing you, you'd probably do something really stupid again, end up lying on some bed in Never Never Land, and in the end, still no coffee beans.'

Allen blinked, allowing the words to sink into his mind. Was it just him, or was Lavi possibly hinting that he was pretty much useless? No, that couldn't be it. Lavi had never been cynical in his life, so this couldn't be one of those times. He was absolutely not Kanda..

'Yeah, I'm being cynical.'

Allen yelped and gasped at Lavi. Had he someone gained the uncanny power to read his own mind? Chuckling at Allen's expense, Lavi simply tutted at him.

'I'm the future Bookman. Reading expressions is child's play. Come on now, let's go.'

Holding out a hand to the Allen still stricken on the ground, Lavi pulled him up with ease. It was simple, really. The boy really did look like his namesake, he was probably a worthy contestant to a bean sprout in a contest of body mass.

Exiting the Black Order Headquarters with kicks, punches and laughs permeating the air, they arrived in town in the same manner, earning looks that was probably only reserved for the really insane or the mentally unstable, which were actually about the same thing. Of course, none of the trio really noticed that, or rather, none of the trio actually expressed any reaction to the looks. They were accustomed to the looks that their uniforms attracted, so really. The looks their sanity drew were small in comparison.

'Where's the coffee beans place?'

'Right up in front.'

Pointing a finger towards some unknown place far in the horizon, Lavi directed Allen. Highly doubtful of that fact, Allen stopped a passerby and, with his most dazzling smile, obtained the correct information to their destination, which coincidently, was in the opposite direction to wherever Lavi was actually pointing.

Another Glare, and a sheepish look from Lavi was Allen's reward. But no matter, they made their way without much further ado.

But like all comical days, it had a comical troublemaker.

Although this time, it came in the form of something much smaller than the usual danger which consisted of Komurin or some advanced version of the initial form, it was not to say that it was not as hilarious, nor as entirely stupid as the previous Komurin events.

This time, it came in the form of a pickpocket.

Of course, when you combine insanity along with determination of the insane, something always goes wrong.

'Those are silver coats. Silver means money. And if they can afford silver coats, they definitely have money. They are heading towards shops. Which means that they have intentions to obtain items. Which inevitably means that they have currency. Which means that I can steal something.'

Said pickpocket whispered to himself, rubbing his hands and cackling in a very villain-ish manner.

Creeping along behind the two of his targets, Villain, which was said pickpocket's name (which was pretty fitting and yet not, for he had never actually succeeded in anything that would dub him a villain), he darted behind the various walls that had been constructed about the city.

Peering at them, he could see a rather expensive looking leather pouch hanging rather carelessly on the side of the teen with the explosive red hair. Villain took a while to scoff at the hairstyle, all the while praising his own slick black hair, plastered to his head in a shape that looked very much like an upturned bowl. Squiggly eyes followed the jerky movement of the pouch, and a tongue flicked over thin lips.

This was good.

All he had to do, was utilize Pickpocket Move Number One.

Bump into the guy.

Straightening himself, he gave himself a once look over and, satisfied with his looks, strode out into the sunshine filled streets in which his target was walking upon. Taking a deep breath and gathering what little wits he actually possessed, he strode hard and fast towards the red haired horror, squeezing his eyes together for the moment of impact.

And yet, when he felt something before his face, it wasn't quite the something that he expected. For one, it wasn't actually hard, it was rather soft, and rather.. pleasant feeling. He took a moment to enjoy this feeling before a really sharp shriek pierced his ears, and he wrenched his eyes open.

And once he did, he wished he had opened it sooner, for his jaw began its descent all the way to the hard gravel ground, and would have gone through, if not for the laws of physics and chemistry, not to mention biology.

He never thought he would actually live to see a woman with such assets that would stun even him. Here he was, thinking that he had seen enough magazines to be able to expect all kinds of sizes, but this was simply beyond his wildest imagination. And so, stupidly enough, he stood there, gaping. Which of course allowed all the other people who had also heard the shrill cry to gather around him, amongst which were his targets.

'He molested me!'

Before he could even utter a word of denial, he heard an indignant cry from the side, and spun his head around to see Lavi regard him with the utmost contempt. Unbeknown to him, of course, Lavi was inwardly gaping himself, thinking how this woman was his type, and how it was a 'Strike'. Unlike Villain, however, Lavi wasn't actually taken by surprise, and had some form of self control. As a result, he had not been accused of visual, nor physical molestation, like Villain had.

Of course, Lavi would not have been subjected to physical violence in defense of the female, as well, which Villain was.

Reaching a hand into his pocket that stored his beloved hammer, Lavi grasped it tightly around the handle and gave the command for it to grow, which incidentally caused the people around him to be sent flying. With one more swing, more people flew into the skies, becoming nothing more than twinkling lights. When it finally connected with Villain, approximately a dozen more people were flung into the skies. Apparently, however, that did not matter to said woman with large assets, for she immediately clung to Lavi and began crooning her thanks.

As Villain flew away, becoming one of the many twinkles in the sky, he swore absolute revenge. Now, he would unleash Pickpocket Move Number Two, to devastating effect.

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Heh. So, what's gonna be Pickpocket Move Number Two? If anyone has any ideas, feel free to let me know!

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