Dream Cinq: Fighting
"Hey, after dinner, let's go practice," Lavi suggested excitedly, leaning across the dinning table.
Allen blinked up from his food, a piece of toast half-way out of his mouth as he nodded. "Mm-khay," he mumbled.
"We'll need a referee! So you won't play dirty, Allen!"
"Hey! I don't cheat, it you who does, Lavi!" Allen protested. The redhead winked, tossing a carrot at Allen's head.
Allen ducked, throwing a piece of bread in retaliation.
Before the two started a full-blown food fight in the middle of the Black Order cafeteria, Kanda cut in with his cynical wisdom. "Act your age, Bean-sprout; you're a disgrace to the order," he muttered, gliding by, narrowly missing a handful of french-fries from Lavi's direction.
Next to Allen, Lenalee dissolved into giggles. "I'll referee for you two," she volunteered.
Allen grinned at her. "Keep him from cheating, alright?"
"I'll be sure to keep up with him," the girl assured, winking.
"Let's go..."
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A small crowd gathered out in the normally empty outdoor courtyard; all were watching excitedly as Allen and Lavi bantered back and forth with their anti-Akuma weapons. Lenalee bounding over the battle, calling fouls as she saw fit.
Everyone was laughing, even Allen and Lavi, as the battle ensued. The atmosphere was relaxed and enjoyable, bright despite the poorly-lit courtyard.
A bell began to toll from deep within the Order's internal structure. It rang twelve times, shaking the ground and splitting Allen's ears.
Beneath his feet, the cobblestone ground began to crumble, and everything broke. Shrieks destroyed the enjoyment, and Allen whipped his head around.
He and Lavi were standing on a separate chunk of earth, the rest of the Order yards away, standing clustered on the small amount of floor that was left next to a crumbling wall.
The white-haired Exorcist turned his eyes to face his companion, instantly fearing what he saw.
Lavi was charging towards him, face plainly showing that he was hell-set on death. On Allen's death, to be specific.
Allen dodged a blow from the older Exorcist's weapon, trying very hard to stay on the defensive.
The fight went on for a dizzying amount of time, most of which, Allen had no clue what was happening.
Finally he heard a scream, and realized that something warm and wet was trickling down his hand.
The boy blinked, and the broken ground faded back into entirety. It had all been an illusion. Very much confused, the white-haired teen looked around.
Panic-stricken, everyone was pressed against the wall, much as they had been in the fantasy-realm, the only difference was… They were scared of him.
Allen gulped, slowly turning his gaze to the person who had screamed: Lenalee.
Unable to look at her white, shocked face, he turned his eyes to the aftermath of loosing himself.
And he could barely stand seeing what he had done.
"No… God… no…"
The young man sank to his knees in the warm, red puddle, laying his head against his fallen friend.
"What have I done?!"
