Please, Please, please DON'T kill me.

This chapter is a bit short I know and if you read Alias as well, you ARE going to kill me aren't you Sweatdrop
This one was hard to write because i needed something to happen so me being the generic un original twat that i am, I decided to have another make out scene.

The next story has been written and is longer so bear with me.

btw, does anyone have any idea's for an onsen story? (Please don't kill me! I just need a few more ideas)

Lavi stormed through the halls of the order, grumbling about practice when he could be doing other, more important things. Bookman was so pushy when it came to guitar. He had to practice whenever possible to keep his skills up on top of all the other bookman duties he had to take care of AS WELL as his responsibilities as an exorcist. Out of all the logs so far, this was the most time consuming and outright annoying.

"God I hate guitar." He mumbled to himself.

His hands danced across the keys, weaving the melody in his mind before releasing it into the air, letting it float away through the cavernous halls of the ark.

"Allen? I thought you were supposed to be in the infirmary?"

The boy at the piano turned in his seat as his redheaded companion slid through the doorway, lugging a heavy looking black case behind him.

"So are you," Allen replied curtly, "Anyway, what's that?"

Lavi lifted the case up with one hand, smiling half heartedly.

"A guitar. I've been learning in between missions ever since I came to the order. I've started coming in here since this room has a music stand."

Allen scowled and folded his arms. "What do they think this is? A music room?"

Lavi laughed at the look on his face and set his guitar on the couch. "Lenalee comes in here to practice singing too, so apparently it is." He gave the case a light shake. "Wanna here me play?"

Allen nodded enthusiastically, pressing a key on the piano so that a seat and music stand appeared next to the piano. Lavi took the seat gratefully and opened the case, revealing a beautiful six stringed guitar lying on a bed of red velvet. He carefully picked it up, laying it across his lap and moving his hands into position along the neck as he sprawled his delicate fingers across the strings.

Taking a deep breath, he began to strum the guitar.

The melody was simple but comforting. It warmed the room, wrapping itself snugly around Allen and making him shiver with delight. Lavi himself was deep in concentration, mumbling to himself as recalled the notes and chords of the song. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the piano music until it was all around him. It combined with his simple melody, pushing it higher, co-operating and complementing rather than competing. Slowly, the music from the piano became more intricate as Allen began to hit complex chords, stepping up the harmony and making his song – their song- grander and more beautiful.

Finally, the song came to an end and Lavi discovered that he was out of breath. He quickly set the guitar back in its case, locking it securely, before sitting up again breathing a sigh of regret.

"Lavi. . ."

Lavi looked up and jumped in surprise. Allen's face was inches from his own, so close that he could feel the boys laboured breath on his face and neck. He had the appearance of a drunk, with half lidded eyes and ruffled hair.

"A-Allen . . ." he stuttered hesitantly, "What are you – Hmfp?" Lavi was cut off as Allen lunged forward and clamped his mouth onto the red heads, catching him off guard. At first he stiffened, but after a few hesitant seconds, he relaxed into the kiss, pulling the white haired boy into his arms and falling together onto the couch as he ran his fingers through Allen's soft white hair, the boy fisting his own red locks.

Eventually, and with more than a bit of regret, Allen pulled back, gasping for air. He collapsed onto the bookman, resting his head on his chest as Lavi stroked his hair.

"I love you Lavi" Allen mumbled, almost purring.

"I love you too Allen." Lavi smiled and held the boy a little tighter as if someone was going to steal him away.

Looking up at the whitewash ceiling, Lavi closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

"I love guitar." He murmured softly to himself.

Okay! that one was from the suggestion of 'Guitar' from Nella-from-the-Batcave. I had fun writing this one so thank you very much!

It WAS going to be a bit more . . . out there . . . but i didn't want to go too overboard with the romance, so it got cut down and changed.

The next one to be posted is the one from the prompt 'scarf' though, because i need idea's for the onsen story. (Sorry Ask the lonely! IT won't be done for a while)