Lavi was feeling unusually ticked off that afternoon. As he stormed into the hallway after his final class, he kept thinking of that bastard Mikk and how Lenalee's face changed from pale porcelain to rosy pink whenever she talked to him.

"THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!" he screamed, clutching his head, his one revelaed eye squinty with rage. He began spinning around, mutter curses like, "!%#" and "!$%&" when he dropped his cello with a bang on the ground. The hall went silent, but not because of the fall of a mighty instrument.

"Oh MOTHERFU- I mean mother fudge. Maker. Family. Person." Lavi, who was lying with his belly on the ground coughed inconspicuously into his fist, trying to regain his poise. "Um, hi."

Standing before him at eye level was a pair of shiny, black combat boots. He looked up at the face the boots belonged to, and leapt up immediately.

"Holy shit, Hitler?!"

The crowd erupted into a sea of little chuckles, no one daring to let out a good guffaw. "Hitler" narrowed his eyes, a vein throbbing in his forehead.

"My name is Malcolm C. Louvelier, and I am the Disciplinary Commitee." The man smirked gloatingly, obviously not awarre of how ridiculous his last statement sounded.

"Wow, that sure must be lonely, huh?" Lavi asked, a bead of sweat running down his face. Why can't I shut up?! "Um, I meant, um, that it must be, err... Yeah, I meant what I said."

"You rowdy sea urchin!" Cried Louvelier. "Why, I will have you know that without me, this school would certainly be in absolute shambles! In fact, blah blah blabbity bloopensmirff..."

Lavi tuned out the Nazi's cries effectively. His eye brow twitched. "I've already been called a RABBIT today, and now I'm DOWNGRADED to a freaking SEA URCHIN?!!"

Louvelier stopped talking, surprised for a moment at Lavi's sudden outburst. His distinct mustache shimmied around his upper lip irritatingly. "I see." He whispered menacingly. "You are resisting the carrier of justice. For that crime, you will be sentenced one month in detention."

"You have to be kidding me!" One glare from Louvelier was all it took to make Lavi zip his lips.

"And janitorial duties."

Lavi kicked himself.

The red-haired boy was led down to the "dungeons" where detention was held. Mind you, there weren't really dungeons, but the class room was in such a damp, musty and thoroughly decrepid place that calling it a dungeon would kind of be a complement. Inside the room, it seemd like half the school was crammed into the fairly small space. Desks had been exhausted already, and people were forced to share them. Lavi tried to move towards a desk being used by by two pretty girls, a brunette and a blonde, but Louvelier steered him over to one that was occupied by a large, drooling oafish boy whose demeanor upstaged his delicate flute case.

With a grin, Louvelier slinked out of the classroom and locked the door with a rattle of keys.

No one really wanted to talk to each other because the tension in the room was stifling. If all the students' personal bubbles would have popped by now if they had any. Lavi looked around once, made the "awkward turtle" sign with his hands, and lapsed into quiet boredom. Fifteen minutes later, Louvelier was back with another victim, only this one was short, white-haired, and the person Lavi was waiting for.

"Get in there, you brat!" Louvelier was seething with anger, and locked the door shut, his loud footsteps echoing in the hall, growing fainter and fainter.

"ALLEN!" Lavi rushed over to him, nearly skipping with joy if not for the huge wooden instrument strapped to his back. "How the heck did you get caught? You're an ace student."

"Ugh..." Allen rubbed his hands over his eyes. "It's a really long story."

"If you haven't noticed, we've got all the time in the world. Well, not if Drooly over there," Lavi gestured towards his previous desk-mate, "keeps leaking. At the rate he's going, we might drown before that Nazi lets us out."

"You mean Mr. Louvelier?"

"Mmhm. Hitler himself."

Allen chuckled weakly. "I was rushing down the hall with photocopies when he turned a corner and I smashed into him. The copies flew out of my hands, and somehow... err..." The youth stopped there, clearly embarrased.

"What? What happened?"

"... The copies flew into Louvelier's face and somehow managed to slice off his mustache."

"..."

"..."

"Allen, give me a tissue. I'm tearing up!"

"Lavi?!"

The red-haired boy wrapped Allen up in a hug. "YOU ARE EPIC!" Lavi released the boy who was now gaspign for air. "What were those blessed copies anyway? Lemme see 'em. Maybe I can soak up some of their mojo. Seriously, they must be super lucky if they could chop off that Nazi's face hair."

"I feel kinda bad though. That 'stache might have been Mr. Louvelier's one source of pride."

"Who cares? You're my source of pride at the moment! Now, hand over those copies..."

Allen gasped as Lavi reached for the stack of papers. The beansprout had forgotten why he'd been rushing in the first place- Kanda!

"Lavi-"

"Allen, why do you have so much info about Yuu?" The redhead sifted through everything, thumbing past tens of pages about his friend's life.

Allen turned slightly red. "I was just curious. I mean, I didn't he was a prodigious violinist! I was just. Um. Curious."

Lavi leered, grinning widely. "Someone cares! Sooomeone caaares! Sooooomeone caaaaaaa-"

"Lavi, I think Kanda is seriously ill! I saw heard puking his guts out in the bathroom, and I think he really needs help."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Lavi's entire persona changed in an instant. His face lost its mirth and he scanned the crowded classroom for any source of escape. Louvelier wasn't going to return soon, that was for sure. He racked his brain for a solution, and then a sly smile emerged on his mouth.

"Heeey, Drooly- uh I mean, friend." Lavi wheeled around to his large, salivating colleague who now had focused on the cellist.

"Wot?"

"I was just wondering... Do you hate Louvelier?"

"YESH!!!" The giant student seemed to rumble as he came to, making others around him back away. "He's always puttin' me in here jus' cos I look a' him. He's scared o' the ways I look. He's a big ol' coward."

"Then, why don't you break down the door and give him a piece of your mind?"

"But he'll put me here again, longer and longer!"

"Jacko's a good guy. He's real nice." Someone piped up from the back. "Most of us are here because Louvelier's just a biased piece of-"

"Jacko's freakin' scary, man! What are you talking about? No way a guy that big could be nice."

"Shut your mouth you half-rate flutist. You're just jealous 'cuz you suck and Jacko doesn't."

"What did you call me?!"

"Oookay!" Lavi smiled appreciatively at a random direction, trying to play peacemaker. "Listen, Jacko. You haven't done anything wrong, right? Nothing on purpose or anything?"

"Naw."

"So that Nazi can't have you in here unjustly! He shouldn't even be getting away with this!"

"... Yup, yup!" The giant's eyes started to shine with excitement, and his forehead was beaded with perspiration.

"Listen, if that damn Louvelier finds you and tries to get you down here again after you break out, I'll vouch for you. We'll go right to the Dean, Komui Lee, and set things straight."

"YESH! YESH!" Jacko lunged forward with great speed; unexpected for his size. With three body slams, he successfully broke down the door and a surge of students, both innocent and guilty, broke free.

"My, my Lavi," said Allen, catching up to the sprinting cellist, "your powers of speech are quite astounding."

"Compliment me all you want another time, kid. We've gotta find Yuu!"

It was already past six, and the school was deserted. The two youths decided to race back to the dorms were they were more likely to find the Japanese violinist. Panting, they reached the housing building shortly. Allen paused at the door, unsure of what to do, but Lavi began banging his hands roughly against the wood, shouting Kanda's name over and over.

"I can't hear anything inside, Lavi..." Allen pressed his ear closer and then stood back. "There's light coming from under the door! There's someone in there!"

Lavi rattled the doorknob violently, muscles straining. When he let go, Allen took over and did the same, panic flooding through his system.

CRACK! The doorknob snapped off and they rushed into the vicinity. The first room was empty, and so was the kitchen and the fridge within it. The bathroom was empty. Closets overflowing with sheetmusic obstructed their path. Finally, they approached Kanda's bedroom. Bursting in, they found the Japanese youth collapsed on the ground besides his violin, unconscious and unmoving.

"KANDA!" yelled Lavi, rushing besides his friend and checking his pulse. It was extremely weak. "Allen, call 911!"

"G-gotcha." Allen dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone, swiftly dialing the emergency number. "Lavi! Bring him outside!"

Lavi called out to Allen, "Get a glass of water... Hurry!"

Allen obeyed and went into the bedroom, bending down to put the cup to Kanda's parched lips. Outside the ambulance sounded; the vehicle was parked right outside the building.

"I'll go and get them up here," said Lavi, already out the room.

"Kanda..." whispered Allen, tilting the cup forward. The violinist did not drink, and instead the liquid dripped wetly down his chin. Allen tried to pour more in, but to no avail. Suddenly, Kanda coughed, his body shaking. When the attack subsided, he muttered to himself, "Worthless... I'm... scared." Then he was absolutely silent and completely still.

Fear seized Allen "LAVI!" he screamed and propped Kanda up, moving him to the front of the apartment. The door opened and medics flew in, quickly strapping the black-haired youth onto a gurney, wheeling him out.

Lavi's pale face appeared in the doorway.

"Come on, Allen. We're going with him."

--

"Malnutrition, severe exhaustion, possible mental breakdown." The doctor continued down the list, but Allen didn't bother listening.

He and Lavi, hours later, were in Kanda's hospital room. It was close to midnight now, and the Japanese boy's face was deathly peaceful, his hair falling silkily into place. Kanda was safe. For now. And that was all that mattered.

"Thanks, doc, "sighed Lavi, rubbing his temples. "God, that was so freaking scary..."

"It's alright now, boys." The doctor smiled. "It's getting late. You two can go home now. We'll take care of Mr. Kanda for now. Get some rest; you've certainly done your parts tonight."

They both gave relieved little laughs, and bid the Doctor goodnight as he left the room.

"I guess we should go..." Lavi began, looking back at Kanda, unsure.

"Yeah, I guess."

Allen and Lavi were almost out of the hospital when he suddenly remembered something. "Lavi, you go on without me first! I'll get back later."

"Uh, sure." The exhausted redhead didn't bother to argue.

Allen ran back to Kanda's room, dodging nurses and the like. He quietly crept in and placed his music history notes, which he had so meticulously prepared, on the violinist's bedstand.

"Good night, Kanda."

--

As Allen was leaving, he passed the front desk, were two strangely garbed people were arguing with the receptionist.

"What the fuck do you mean we can't go see him?" A dark haired man wearing a fur hood glared angrily at the flustered woman behind the desk.

"You bitch, we have got every right to see 'im!" This time, a person with long, yellow hair and... stitches over their mouth spoke.

"Uh, um, I'd be happy to let Mr. Kanda know that he had visitors."

Allen's ears perked up.

"Err, w-what are your names?" The receptionist seemed to shrink as the two people leaned in menacingly.

"Just let that brat know JasDevi dropped in. He'll get the message."

Allen quickly walked out of the lobby. He didn't want to stick around and possibly run into the pair, who were also leaving by now.

JasDevi? What a strange name... Allen tried to gather his thoughts, but failed miserably as a feeling of great chagrin washed over him.