OH LOOK ALREADY ANOTHER UPDATE.
Maybe my muse is starting to work with me again. (Although, this chapter leaves us... nowhere.)

I don't own -Man. If I did, it would probably never be finished. |D;;

The staring contest continued for several minutes, each side becoming more cautious as it went on.

Until Neah sneezed.

The young Noah shook his head, blushing in something like embarrassment. When he looked up, Lavi had the most adoring look on his face. He sprang towards Neah, hugging the poor, confused Noah and snuggling him tight.

"That was the most adorable face I have ever seen~! You look just like the beansprout!"

At that, and while Neah was choking in Lavi's death grip, the Allen-flutter rose up rebelliously. The older male could almost hear his nephew, yelling about how his name is Allen, not beansprout.

"Please let me go... Please?" Neah's voice was soft and squeaky, the young Noah blushing and squirming; he had never liked people touching him.

Lavi drew back a bit, blinking at the flustered Neah before cuddling him again.

"But! You! Are! Adorable~!"

The older male mewled in distress, struggling in the hold he was in. It didn't take all that long to wriggle away from Lavi, the Noah looking him up and down cautiously. The younger of the two tilted his head a bit, suddenly looking curious and innocent.

"You don't look like much of a threat... I don't see why you've been labeled as an enemy..."

Neah flinched, looking up at Lavi's single emerald eye. Yellow met green in a silent stare, the two males judging whether or not the other was dangerous or not. Finally, Neah spoke up with a single, quiet question.

"You... look kind of... familiar. Would, by any chance, you be related to Cr-"

"Now how would anyone know if they were related to Cross?"

The older blinked, not speaking for a moment or two.

"Admittedly, that is a good point."

Lavi just nodded a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. His red hair flopped about his face, eye shutting lightly.

"So I have a question. Why are you not trying to kill-"

"Look, just because I'm a Noah does not mean I need to be violent."

Neah was glaring at Lavi now, his amber eyes slimmed in what seemed to be distrust. He was starting to wonder if going back to his shade form would be a good idea.

Maybe I could get out that way... ?

Lavi's expression suddenly darkened, the younger male suddenly standing and yanking Neah to his feet. The Noah yelped, startled and in slight pain.

"Now listen, you. Why does the Order want you so badly?"

Neah pulled himself from the hold, rubbing his arm and brushing himself off a bit.

"I'll answer you if you don't try to dislocate any of my limbs again."

Lavi rolled his eye a bit but kept his hands off of the young Noah.

"The Order is after me because I'm a Noah. Isn't that obvious? The only reason they want me more than the others is because I'm am living inside my nephew's brain."

Neah nodded, seemingly done with his mini-rant.

Not the greatest chapter of all time, huh? 8DD
I'll try and write more next time. x3

ANYWAYS, I'm using whatever suggestions I can get. Leave them in the reviews~! :D