- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Unexpected
It was simple, really.
As a chronicler, Lavi had impeccable handwriting. As a forger, there was no better man. Now it was all a matter of getting samples.
Allen's wasn't hard. He had sloppy writing, the uneasy curl of unfamiliar fingers penning learned letters. Though clumsily written, his prose was embellished, yet clear.
He made sure to slip the letters under the right doors at just the right time. The first door was decorated with ribbon and a touch of flowers. The second was stark, made of oak, completely unadorned. And each letter was very clear as to the 'writer's' intentions.
At 3:30 pm, Lavi watched from the balcony. Kanda paced like a rabid tiger, hair bright orange, under a tree. It had slash marks in it. In his hand was a crumpled piece of paper.
On cue, Rohfa danced into the garden, blissful, with mitarashi dango in a box. And then, she stopped in her tracks to stare at Kanda. Lavi didn't have to be down there to know her eyes were wide as dinner plates.
Not who she was expecting.
She slowly backed away from the scene as Kanda fumed like an unswept chimney, unaware of her presence.
Dearest darling of utmost wonder,
I have watched you from afar for so long. How could I not long to touch your silken locks, remove those glasses, and take part in your sweet fragrance? Everything, from your intellect to your grace, has captivated me. I glance at you, and I melt. I stare, and I am caught. Cupid's arrow has pierced my heart, and I can no longer deny my feelings. If only I could reveal my heart-! But I am shy. Do meet me in the garden at 3:30, before I lack the nerve to confess.
-Your most fervent admirer
I saw you liked the dye job. Had a nice view from the fig tree. -Lavi
A/N:
So, I'm back again! I thought I'd stretch my brain and my fingers a bit. Just under four hundred words, I think. Lavi is horrible, playing with the feelings of a young woman.
