- - - - - - - - - - Leverrier

This one, he'd had to be extra careful with timing. And... well, elicit some help. He'd been reluctant, but Lavi managed to convince him.

"Master Leverrier, I'd like to speak to you."

"Can't you see I'm a little busy?"

"Yes, yes, but it's about Allen..."

Lavi slipped into the kitchen, searching for the vial that was crucial to his plan amid the mess on the counter.

"I don't see why this has to interrupt-"

"Sir, Allen is, uh, preoccupied, it seems!"

Lavi could tell Leverrier was losing interest. He found it, unscrewed the cap, stuck in the paper as far down as it would go without detection, and started to fill it with salt.

"...What is he preoccupied with?"

"It appears... a woman, sir."

He hurriedly screwed the cap back onto the container. Hopefully that'd be enough. It looked like he was only making delicate cakes, so it should be just enough.

"What woman? Who?!"

"Uh... Lenalee Lee, sir. He is infatuated, it appears."

"...You are not serious. It is merely teenage tomfoolery! Get out of my sight, I need hear no more."

Leverrier failed to notice the door swinging slightly as he continued his baking.


A/N: And that is the last one until I can think up some more! Give me your ideas on the next victims, if indeed there would be any of them. If I don't hear within a week for more subjects, I will write a sufficient ending in place of them. Bring in those ideas, and don't forget to review!