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Lousy Aim
"So tell me again how this is training," Allen said as he and Lavi stood out in the corridor of Black Order HQ. He was holding a long stick, sharpened at the end, and gazing down at it quizzically.
"It'll improve your focus and aim," Lavi said with a grin, gazing down at his own javelin. "Or at least that's the story that I plan to tell anyone who asks."
"So it's actually not training," Allen muttered, shaking his head.
"Come on bean sprout," Lavi said, reaching over and clapping his friend on the shoulder. "It'll be fun."
Allen had his doubts but knew that it wouldn't do any good to voice them. Once Lavi got an idea in his head it was damn near impossible to change it.
And far easier just to go along with it.
"It's Allen," he growled, holding up the javelin that Lavi had given him. In truth they were just sharpened sticks that the red haired Exorcist had found. But Lavi had decided that they would be good for a contest.
And had dragged Allen along for good measure. After all it was always better to get into trouble with someone else as opposed to alone.
Partners in crime were incredibly useful.
"Okay," Lavi said, holding up his javelin and gazing over at Allen. "That tree over there is the target."
"Right." Allen nodded his head, thinking that this would be a simple enough game. And, once he'd thrown the stick a couple of times, then maybe Lavi would consent to let him go back to doing something productive.
Not that this really seemed all that likely.
Allen was thinking about this when his eyes suddenly caught sight of something moving beyond the trees. The shadowy figure was ducking between the trees, as though trying not to be seen.
The white haired youth knew that it wasn't an Akuma, owing to the fact that his eye hadn't activated. But it still seemed somewhat suspicious to him.
Lavi seemed completely oblivious to the mysterious figure however. His attention was fully focused on the contest and he held a determined look in his one visible green eye.
"I'll go first," Lavi said, a grin spreading across his face. The Junior Bookman pulled back his arm and then threw the javelin toward the tree.
The sharpened end of the stick embedded its self into the tree, which elicited a shout of triumph from Lavi.
"Beat that," he said as he turned to face Allen.
Shaking his head once more Allen pulled his own arm back and threw his own javelin. Which landed on the ground beside the intended target.
"What was that?" Lavi asked through his laughter.
"Bad aim," Allen replied, his attention only partially focused on the contest. The mysterious figure that he had spied appeared to be moving closer.
And doing a lousy job of staying out of sight.
"Go and retrieve our weapons," Lavi said with a smirk.
Allen walked over to the tree and grabbed both sticks, his attention still focused on the figure who seemed to be watching them. He couldn't figure out who it could be but was never the less getting a bad feeling.
Turning the white haired boy made his way back to the spot where Lavi was standing. He handed his friend one of the sticks and watched as the red haired boy once again took his stance.
As Lavi threw his javelin once more Allen focused his gaze into the forest. And this time the figure had moved close enough to identify.
It was Leverrier.
"That bastard is spying on you…"
Allen shook his head, to rid himself of this unwanted voice. He was angry enough over the situation without the voice of the Fourteenth adding fuel to the fire. It was true that he was slightly irritated over being followed but it wasn't as though there was anything that could be done about it.
"I can do something about it…"
Allen felt a strange sensation spread throughout his body and then he felt nothing.
Failing to notice that something had come over his friend Lavi turned to Allen. "You're turn bean sprout… Try to actually hit the tree this time."
A gleam appeared in Allen's gray eyes as he took aim and then threw the javelin. The stick sailed through the air, completely missing the intended target.
And implanting its self into Leverrier's chest.
"What the hell?" Lavi exclaimed as his gaze went to the forest. He hadn't even noticed that someone was out there but now he knew.
Rushing forward both he and Allen ran over to the spot where Leverrier lay. His eyes were fixed and the javelin had pierced his heart.
There was no hope of survival.
"Damn…" Lavi muttered, his gaze shifting back to Allen. "You have really lousy aim."
Allen merely shrugged.
A/N - end of another chapter, hope that you enjoyed.
