Note: Here is kaydoodle's request for bookman and mini-Lavi! I hope you like it! As I said in my previous chapter with Kanda, this is slightly AU considering that Lavi is as young as Allen.


title: Old Friends Omake 01

summary: Cross bumps into another old friend...karma.


Cross shoved his idiot disciple into the bar after their recent dine and dash episode. The bar didn't seem to have a problem with letting Allen in since it was also a restaurant. The redhead General sat on a stool while Allen struggled to get on his. The man ordered a drink and looked at Allen, wondering if he should even let the little garbage disposal order something.

"Excuse me." Cross turned around and saw an old man with dark circles around his eyes, next to him stood a small redhead with an eye patch.

"I think yours is defected," Cross said, pointing at the small child. "It's like, missing an eye and shit."

"I am well aware," the man replied.

"Well, you should get a new one."

Allen turned around in his stool to look at who managed to take his master's attention away from his booze. He blushed when he saw the small boy. Now that makes it two almost friends he's made today!

"Would you like to join us for some drinks? I've reserved a private booth," the old man said.

Cross evaluated him for a moment. He was old and if Cross had to guess his age, he would've guessed the man to be over 1000 years old give or take a decade if you count him being present at the birth of Christ.

The redhead debated whether or not he wanted to go since he just wanted to have a quiet evening drinking. But then he thought about the possibility of getting the old geezer to pay for drinks and nodded.

"Sure, why not?" he said, getting up and grabbing his drink. Allen fell on his way down from the stool, Cross completely ignored him.

The foursome went towards the private booth the old man promised and were seated. The old man ordered some drinks for himself and his charge.

"You may call me Bookman, and this is my apprentice Lavi," the old man said, pointing to the small redhead.

Cross nodded, vaguely caring.

"You probably know who I am since you wanted to talk to me so bad."

The old man nodded. "Yes, you are General Cross Marian of the Black Order."

The bookman then looked at Allen. "And that's Allen Walker."

"Really?" Cross snorted amused. "To think the brat actually has a name. I just call him idiot and he responds."

Bookman rolled his eyes. "I have something important to discuss with you regarding your apprentice."

Cross looked at his charge and saw that the boy was staring at the redhead with a glazed look. Lavi was animately talking like a chatter box. He looked at Bookman, frowning.

"What about the little queer?"

Bookman cleared his throat.

"Well, there is a prophecy. Your boy is destined to be the destroyer of time. In other words, he is destined to defeat the Millennium Earl."

Cross raised an eyebrow and looked towards Allen who was picking his nose. He looked back at Bookman. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," the old man said without hesitating.

Cross downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

"We're fucking doomed."

Lavi's infinite chatter was beginning grate on Cross' nerves.

"Can I shoot his mouth off?" He asked, wanting the kid to shut the hell up. Seriously, the kid must've been like five. He hadn't lived long enough to be sprouting so much shit.

The old man sighed and watched as Cross ordered himself a bottle of rum to numb his senses (i.e. get so drunk he can block the little redhead out).

"It is your job now to train Allen," Bookman said, trying to get back on subject. "He must become an excellent exorcist under your tutelage."

"Of course! What do you think you take me for? Some drunk narcissistic lazy bastard?" Cross asked, taking a swig of his rum.

Bookman chose not to say anything.

"So far the kid knows how to roll over and play dead. Don't worry, I'll make sure he's competent enough to wipe his own ass."

The old man nodded.

"Very well."

He grabbed onto Lavi's hand. "Come on Lavi, it's time for your eye drops," he said getting up. "We'll be back shortly," he assured Cross.

The general shrugged and chugged more rum. When a couple of moments morphed itself into two hours, Cross was beginning to think something was wrong.

"You don't think the old man finally lost it and stabbed the other good eye the fucking chatter box had?" he asked Allen.

The boy pondered for a bit, chewing his bottom lip.

"Master, I think he just dined and dashed us."

Cross blinked drunkenly.

"God damn it!"

And then he proceeded to drink away his misery.