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Chapter 3: Will you save me?

Shit! That was all Lavi could think of right now. He was currently surrounded by a gang of thieves and he was pretty sure that this is how his life would end. Great! Just fucking great!

Lavi would really like to bang his head against the wall, the one that he was currently cornered against, for his lazy habits. Why? Because simply he decided to take a walk in the city so that he could escape his boredom for a while. He was staying in a good old motel with a horrible room but at least it was adequate for the week that he needed it and really, he was in worst places before. The old lady that owned it, sweet and harmless on the outside and crazy greedy bitch on the inside, had warned him with a sly scary smile pulling in the corners of her lips that the city was dangerous at such an hour. Lavi could swear that he had seen her eyes glint at the warning and thought that maybe just maybe she was actually proud to live in such a dangerous city.

But because Lavi couldn't take anymore the echo of his own voice in the small bedroom every time he let out a small cry because he saw a fucking insect having fun in his own godamn bedroom, he said Screw this! I am going! And so he left his little room, left the pathetic motel, and got out into the city for a walk. Really now if someone would have told him that in an hour from then he would prefer to keep company to the cockroaches of his room he would laugh in the person's face.

So Lavi after the encounter of the old lady in the "reception" – the reception was a small room in the front that seemed clean and friendly enough to attract customers, Lavi thought that it was more like the first step to the trap of chaos – and the warning-proud-to-live-in-this-dangerous-shithole, he got out of the motel and the night air hit his face, like it tried to warn him too. When the skin of his face was hit by the cold night air he felt refreshed. Yep nothing can go wrong in this place!

He was walking down the sidewalk where everyone could see him and he was mostly safe, mostly, when he decided that the so refreshing night air that was hitting his face constantly wasn't so refreshing anymore. Yep if he got out of this alive he was sure that he will end up with cold, if he gets out of this alive. So as the cold air was hitting his face he felt the previous refreshment drawn from him and now he felt like sharp knives were hitting his face. Oh the irony...

He then took a turn to the next corner so that he would escape the frozen night air and the corner ended up being an alley. A dark alley with no sound and far away from any good human being that happened to be crazy enough to be out in the city at such hour. But that rang any bells? Noooo he just continued his way down the damn alley. Now that he is looking back he could swear that the air frozen his mind as well except from his face.

And so as he was walking a big guy cut off his way. At first he just thought that it was because the alley was small and the guy just stepped in his way. Then he realised that more of them came behind him. He turned to face them and tried to take a step back but he hit the first guy behind him who cut off his road. Then again he turned and started backing slowly against the nearby wall as he was followed by the grinning thugs. When his back touched the wall and the thugs kept on advancing on him he really hoped that the wall would open up magically and suck him in. But now that he thinks of it that wasn't such a great idea since you never know what there's going to be on the other side of a wall that sucked people.

In such hours he was glad for high intellect since it could get him out of the trouble, most of the times. "Okay guys, hi there by the way! Let's not start a fight! I have no money on me, if I had I would be reaaaaally glad to give them to you" he said smiling awkwardly and trying the path of logic in his situation. He waved around with his hand nervously and tried to smile more properly to hide his fear. The five guys looked at each other and started laughing, laughing! What the hell?! Then one of the too-big-guys-to-be-real (and really he wished and prayed it was his imagination but hell when he became that lucky) he seemed like the whatsoever boss of the gang came closer but still covered in the shadows, that thank you very much weren't needed to add to his fear.

"And how are we sure you don't carry money on you? I say to beat you up and see if you have something on you. And still even if you don't , we will get off by beating you!" the guy said and smiled brightly (where the hell was the light that made his teeth shine so freaking much?!) and Lavi just noticed a scar on his lips. Well great they want a fight and of course it's not their first time!

"So you got the scar from fighting but you still do it? I bet all of you have scars so why do you want to add more?" Lavi said with all his sincerity and stupidity at the same time. Why his high intellect didn't work all the time? Oh yeah he didn't know when to shut his mouth afterwards!

The guys of course didn't appreciate his comment and really who would? They snarled and they got ready to start throwing punches, at one direction, Lavi's direction. One of them cracked the bones of his hands, the other snarled, the other hit his fist in his other hand's palm and the other just raised his fists. And of course their all almighty boss was still smiling that freaky shining smile of his.

At such time he was glad for his training, hell he wasn't going down without a fight. His training, in the Order, Allen... it's been so long since he last thought of the Order, of Allen. During the first year he left, he was thinking about running back. A whole year he was thinking about it and then he was looking at the weak figure of the Bookman, he couldn't left him, not now, especially not now. The old man was getting worse day by day so he was doing most of the Bookman job for his master. It was cool, writing history, being part of it. It was cooler than kicking the asses of bloody Akumas by Allen's side, right? Still he didn't complain, being a Bookman was his future, a future without Allen. Maybe one time he would meet Allen again, write about him. Yeah he would write about Allen but a bookman must remain in the shadows, just record and move on.

Then Bookman freaking left! Left! It was two years later after they left the Order and then he left. He simply left a freaking letter saying that hey you are ready now go on do your thinkie and I will be somewhere that I cannot tell you. Well thanks a lot genius! He was already doing the bookman job the past year! And oh the irony again, well if Lavi could write in one of his books how much of a bitch irony is he would. When he read the letter he felt his heart drop, he felt alone, lost. He then thought how must have Allen felt, but he wrote at least an appropriate letter to him. The last three years he was alone he threw himself to work and locked the memories in a corner of his mind and threw away the key but now he was bringing them back, he needed them.

He just needed to get out of this alive. Who would be Bookman then? He never thought of it before but hell he really needed to see Allen before he died. That craving was locked away in his mind alongside with the various memories and now that he searched through them he found it. Yes he needed to see Allen. What did he do with his life? Did he found someone? Would he forgive Lavi? Would they be at least again friends? Lavi felt his heart pain a little but he knew he didn't deserve Allen's love or friendship for that matter but it was the least he could ask for.

A punch coming to his face though drew him away from his little thought and fortunately he dodged in time and rolled a little away so just another guy tried to kick him. He jumped back and he was already breathing hard. All this years he got rusty and even thinner if that was possible. He sometimes didn't find the need to eat or work out so his previous slight muscles that he had build with training and hunting had gone down the well. Now he was thin and some would say feminine. Well he hated that, feminine. He was male and ok he liked tight clothes and he was extremely thin and he had this feelings for Allen but that didn't make him any less man! And he would be damned, if right now he didn't fight for his life like he learnt. They wanted to punch him? Well come on he would punch back!

"I see that you have good reflexes" the boss said and Lavi heard him being a little impressed. "But still we are having a fight and we will beat you so hard that you will forget your name!" His name, another thing he gave away for the Bookman and he briefly wondered what name they would put on his tombstone. Then another punch was ready to fly right into his face but then one of the guys that was on the back flew, fucking flew, on where he was standing and crashed on the wall. Well Lavi didn't know what to make of this so he just stared at the now unconscious guy, he just stared, like an idiot.

Then the boss gritted his teeth at the sight of his fallen comrade and there was confusion on his face as well as Lavi's. Then he turned around to face the back part of his gang, where the flying asshole came, and before he even blinked one of the others came crashing down on him and they both fell down on Lavi's feet. Lavi then looked as well and there was a guy in the shadows. A miracle! The mysterious guy had just finished punching the other guy and then the fifth guy who stupidly enough didn't run for his life, tried to attack him from behind. But the life saviour turned in time and grabbed his hand, oh the scared look on his face was priceless, if Lavi wasn't frozen in shock he would laugh.

Lavi then heard the bone breaking and he could see in the dark a smile appearing on his saviour's face. The man screamed in agony and fell to his knees begging for his life. Meanwhile the rest of the guys got up and were ready to retreat like wet cats. One of them that was a little braver that the rest got to his friend with the broken hand and picked him up. Then they left immediately.

Lavi was really impressed by the guy's skills. He then saw the guy leaving as well and he tried to stop him to thank him. The guy didn't even glance at him. "Wait! Thank you for saving my ass back there!" but the guy kept on walking nonchalantly and just said "Don't mention it".

Ok the guy seriously didn't care for saving Lavi's life and much more talking to him. He might have just saved his life but the guy was really arrogant and he didn't care. Lavi was still walking with him trying to thank him, why was he even trying to thank him, one thank you was enough and if the guy didn't care so what's his problem? He had his life and thanked him, time to go! But no Lavi was stubborn and prideful.

"Um hi by the way the name's Lavi!" Lavi said standing beside the weird man. Until now Lavi didn't got a good look on the guy. He was wearing a black cape with a hood on that it was covering his face. Oh great I hope he is not a psycho... the guy just stopped walking all of a sudden and Lavi remained with his hand extended and his standard grin fixed on his face. What?! He is just trying to be polite!

Okay did he stop working or something? Lavi was really concern now, the guy just stopped walking, facing the sidewalk and not moving. Lavi started slowly withdrawing his hand when the guy moved faster than Lavi had ever seen someone move, grabbed his hand and pinned him to the nearest wall. "Dude what the hell?! I was just trying to thank you!" The guy had him pinned against the wall but he wasn't gripping him hard, he was just holding him in place. Lavi then noticed that the guy was still looking on the sidewalk like he was afraid to face Lavi and Lavi also noticed that the guy's hands were shaking a little. "Um dude sorry for bothering you are you alright?" Lavi placed one of his hands on the guy's trembling fist and that seemed to make him shatter even more, like he recognised the touch.

"It can't be..." the guy murmured and shake a bit his head with his gaze still fixed on the pavement and Lavi thought that he found the pavement really fascinating or something. Then the guy raised his head a bit and Lavi could see part of his face now since the upper part was still covered in the shadow of his hood. Then he noticed a line running down to the guys face and some hair that were escaping the hood. The hair was white and the line, that line, it was a mark, a mark that was going upper on the hidden face.

It then hit Lavi and his eyes grew wide with realisation. He slowly reached up his hand and removed the hood from the stranger to reveal his all too familiar face.

"Allen?..."

I am so sorry for the delay but university is heaven and hell combined! Thank you soooooooo much for all the reviews and favourites and the next chapter is coming either this week or the next and there will be lemon! Again thank you for your patience and all your love!