"Lavi", Bookman muttered to himself while he wrote a letter with his ink and pen. He wasn't completely sure what to write, he didn't feel right about something. Was it because of the stiff, dirty old book-smelling air? The dusty books that were piled up all over the room, the window that wasn't one hundred percent shut..? Or was it..

Bookman sealed his ink bottle and looked outside. Since Lavi went to the University, his house had an empty atmosphere, but not as empty as it was before he took Lavi under his wing. It had left a strange feeling he couldn't shake off or get used to.

But, what? Bookman thought about it, yet couldn't find an answer. It was rare, very rare indeed, that there was something even Bookman couldn't answer.


Allen's friend, Bak Chan, turned in some books that he borrowed from the Central Library where most people came to read or look things up to study for a subject.

Bak was a very shy natured boy, but lately he learned to speak his mind. The boy loved to read, investigate further on subjects to gain knowledge or he wrote his own articles about his experiments in the science lab. Teacher Fou, who gave him PE class when he was a freshman, was his first love. That "first love" was soon forgotten when he saw a girl, a student to be exact: Lenalee Lee.

Only later he even discovered something disastrous! Every time he saw her or something embarrassing happened, he'd break out into hives.


"I want you to stop, Allen."

I spoke in a serious tone as I grabbed the younger boy by his shoulders. I pinned him against the wall and looked at him. I wanted him to see the seriousness in my eye and that I have endured enough of that petty behavior. I wasn't his brand new toy he could play with and toss aside.

"I don't need friends, I don't want friends and you should stop digging further into my life."

Allen listened to everything I told him, how I want him to quit talking as if being together with a person like me was the most normal case in the world. How terribly disgusted I am from hearing the word friends, and that I never had a friend before since I didn't need that such thing.

I kept lecturing and lecturing him, until he opened his mouth. I became silent. Allen should hate me now. Perhaps I said too much.

"It's fine," Allen said to me as if I had to cheer up. That gentle tone which he always uses when he talks to me, and the look in his eyes didn't change one bit. Why those eyes? Why did he keep looking at me with those warm, understanding eyes?

"It's fine, Lavi."

He was smiling.. at me. I felt some heat against my cheek. It was the warmth of his hand. It made me feel weird. I totally didn't want this.

I pushed the boy aside and regained my 'sanity'. The situation had confused me far more than I would ever have guessed.

I blinked. I pushed the smaller boy too hard. The push had made him bump his head against the counter. There were tears in his eyes. I coldly looked away before I left the room. No- I stormed out.

"Lavi.. w-wait", Allen whispered again, before he passed out in his own blood that came from his head which he damaged in the fall.


I also stormed with a damn annoyed, yet restless temper, through the hallway to my shared dorm room.

"What the hell man," I growled. "What does he want?! What is his problem?! God I haven't been this pissed for ages!" 'I don't know what he is thinking. Like the geezer says, this is bad for my heart. It's almost making me laugh.'

I grabbed the key of the dorm room when I arrived and slammed the door open as soon as I opened it. When I got inside, I found the Japanese man on his bed in a meditating pose. He wasn't meditating though, he was looking at some papers with a sour face. Whatever's on the paper, he didn't enjoy it.

"Oh, it's just you", I said to him. 'Asshole'

"Where the hell did you come from? It's almost past curfew", Kanda asked me. "I don't wanna get in deep shit with your actions, so I'm just warning you. And then you dare to barge in like you've turned mad? Che, you're giving me a headache."

"Pft. Don't talk to me, low-life."

He got up after tossing his papers aside. "What did you just say to me, tomato-chan?"

"L-o-w-l-i-f-e", I spelled for him, walking over to the open kitchen.

In the background, I heard him curse and yell all kinds of stuff, but I didn't care. There were too many things on my head that I shouldn't even have; the biggest problem was that I never even thought I would have them. 'That kid.. touching me so casually. Tomorrow I'll show him.. the consequences of making me feel this weird. I'll break him for real. I've had enough.'

It was already 11 pm and I finished the dinner that I prepped for myself. Luckily, the annoying long-haired Japanese roommate was already busy with his own stuff. I sat behind a desk, grabbed a piece of paper and looked at the blank sheet. I sighed and took out a crowned pen and ink from the drawer. I dipped it in the ink and held it above the paper. My report for Bookman.

Five minutes passed and a huge droplet of ink fell on the sheet. This never happened before. For no reason at all my mind was completely clouded. Did I suffer from some sort of writer's block? Did I do too many unnecessary things? Whatever the reason was,

I couldn't write down a single fucking word.


Bak caught up in the book he was reading in the Central Library. The librarian said that he had to go back for the day and he obeyed.

The hallways were dark. No one was around. Because it was so silent, he was very aware of his own echoing footsteps. It was his own fault that he was dwelling somewhere in his own wonderland with the book he read. It was past curfew, the main chandeliers were off and the wall candles were lit for the the late night guards on duty. Since the school was so strict about leaving the school at night, they had to hire some to prevent incidents from happening.. again.

Of course, not like Tyki Mikk cared. Tyki Mikk was such a selfish bastard, he was sly enough to get himself out of trouble.

Bak clung onto his borrowed book. Desperately returning to his own dorm room, he heard some extra footsteps behind him.

'O-oh no..! I'm in trouble..?'

Just as he thought the footsteps were coming closer, he never intended to fight back against breaking the rule and stopped walking. He thought the teacher would just discover him and lecture him all night. Then receive tons of extra, useless and boring work.

"Sorry.. teacher..! It wasn't my intention-"

Bak turned himself around but strangely enough there was no one. The footsteps faded too.

"H-huh? Was it my imagination?"

It startled him enough to walk a bit faster to his destination. Bak thought it would be safer to take another path, but it would only take longer to get to his room. Bak started to sweat a little, it made him nervous. Nervous even though there was nothing, or so he thought.

Gradually, the footsteps returned and..


and what ladies and gentlemen? :O i dont know either! or wait maybe I do, but I won't spoil it.. ^^