Because I liked the nickname so much...I changed it...It spoke to me people!

Chapter 7.

It sucks when you don't have enough weed that could actually get you high—so high that you could see fucking stars floating around your head like some bad fucking cartoon—but the weed you're smoking now, only managed to get you just a good little tingle of a high, that would sooner or later, disappear and leave you with a minor headache and a fucked up memory.

Well, it sucked on Kanda's part, he smoked his last amount before lunch break that afternoon at school, and now he barely had enough to get him whacked out of his mind like he had hoped it would, at the very least.

But regardless, it was enough to get him feeling at least a little bit of a buzz; he had to give credit for all the joint rollers out there in the city of Chicago that could roll him up a decent hit of Mary.

The guitarist blew the smoke out from his lips and watched as it floated in the mid-March breeze in wisps and swirls in fascination.

That is until the brat—who he still didn't remember his name…He was thinking maybe Alex?—came walking up towards him.

Kanda's scowl grew when the white-haired boy stopped in front of him.

"Do you really need to do that—" The whiny brat gestured towards the lit joint in his hand. "—before each band practice?"

"It's none of your business runt." Kanda said rudely, as if he was the smartest person in the world.

Which he thought he was at how philosophical his brain was working at the moment.

Kanda took the joint back up to his lips and inhaled the bitter taste one last time before he had to butt it out and leave the roach in his back pocket for safe keeping.

"You could at least try and not to get high before each band session." The short teenager suggested. "Then maybe you could play better." He shrugged.

Kanda felt his eye twitching at how insolent the runt was being. "I always fucking play a solid performance shit head." He muttered, squinting his—already low—blue colored eyes at the narking teenager in front of him.

"Why are you even talking to me? Can't you find someone else—"

And Kanda totally meant the red-headed retard.

"—to bug the shit out of?" The guitarist snapped resting his weight on the other side of his leg as he leaned against the steel door of the garage.

Just as Allen thought of a good come-back to spit at the lead guitarist of the band.

Lenalee lifted the garage door wide—and surprisingly strong enough—that it made Allen watch in pure unbelievable joy at the slow sliding fall of the guitarist.

"Come on! Me and Lavi are finally done settin' up!" Lenalee shouted eagerly from inside the garage, still holding the steel garage's door handle in her hand. "So butt out that crazy smoke and..." She trailed off, staring down at the bemused looking Japanese teenager.

Who was sitting on the ground just in front of her.

"Why're you sitting there?" She stated, clearly shocked to see the usually angry older male staring up at her from outside the garage door.

Sitting on the pavement of her garage walk-way, with his legs out spread and a bemused look on his face was an odd sight indeed.

"Nothing, you idiot." Kanda barked, quickly getting up from the cement outside the garage door to hurry inside.

Embarrassed scowl pressed firm on his face as he hid most of it with his muscular arm.

Lavi shot him a confused look once he rushed inside and over to his Mugen in the far left corner of the garage.

"Crying Yuu?" Lavi asked.

"Fuck you." Came the deadpanned reply.

The Chinese girl looked over to Allen, who was doubled over in hysterical laughter by now, holding both his knees with his gloved hands as he tried hard to stifle most of his laughing by biting down on his lip.

"What did he do?" She questioned, half apologetic and half curious. She hadn't seen—or known—Kanda to be the clumsy type.

Or be the one to make that kind of surprised expression.

Allen waved his hand dismiss-fully in the air with a bright and satisfied looking grin on his face.

"It really was nothing Lena..." He half-heartedly explained.

His shoulders still evidently shaking with laughter, despite that he just told Lenalee otherwise.

"Let's go inside, so you can show me what you wanted to play." Allen said momentarily after as he tried calming his fit of giggles.

Lenalee gave the teen a skeptical look, looked over her shoulder towards a pouting Kanda, but then shrugged. "Whatev'" She grinned excitedly. "I'm so stoked! I'm pretty confident that we'll knock your British butt to the ground Al!" She exclaimed as she skipped inside the garage.

Allen gave an exasperated sigh. "When are you going to stop with the British jokes?" He pouted, walking further behind his giddy Asian band mate.

"Whenever you stop being British." She stated matter-of-factly. "Now come on!" Lenalee shouted happily.

Tugging roughly on the younger teenager's sleeve to haul him into the garage without a second thought of how strong she actually was.

Which Allen had to yelp at, he was practically thrown inside by the girl.

After Allen got man handled inside the garage, he was met with a dim lighted garage room (only two light bulbs on the ceiling were working from five out of the seven) several tools and a lawn mower were located further to the right beside the door leading into the Lee's house, a couch was pulled all the way to the left and up against the wall, and that is where a small coffee table sat in front of it with various old styled cushions with a torn and ripped quilt laid on the headrest, and underneath the coffee table was an old orange—and dirty—round rug that barely reached passed the small table.

Allen was ordered—namely by Kanda—that he had to sing another song.

And just for Allen to get the guitarist off his back, he agreed.

Not only for that, but Allen wanted to really get on each of the band members good side, and he really wanted to join the band.

After Lavi was finished setting up the microphone in front of the short white-haired teenager Allen asked what song they would like to hear.

And after he was done singing all three songs the band chose, it was time for the band to play a song for him instead.

And that, was the entire lay-out of band practice so far.

But now, it was time for a break.

Once Allen got handed the can of soda from Lenalee, he thanked her and walked back into the garage sipping lightly on the can as he stood to wait for Lenalee by the doorway at the bottom of the steps.

Across from him with his drums pulled all the way to the very back of the garage, sat the red-haired drummer, experimentally tapping his foot on the bass pedal as he bobbed his head to the low thumping rhythm.

The red-head stopped abruptly when he saw medium length white-head of hair—that is Allen Walker—who had just come bounding out of the door and back into band practice as he walked happily back into the garage and stood by the bottom of the steps.

"Hey Al!" Lavi shouted, grabbing the younger teen's attention instantly. "Have you ever noticed that whenever you start to talking, my heart starts beating a little faster?" Lavi smirked, resting his chin in the center of both his palms, resting his arms up on his drums.

Allen rolled his eyes from behind his can, deciding to humor the red-head, just because he rather liked hearing cheesy pick-up lines.

They were hilarious.

"And how would I be able to know that Lavi?" The white-haired teenager asked, smirking from behind his can.

Despite being slightly upset that the red-head still chose to hit on him when he clearly wasn't gay.

"Because I got you talking, now my heart is doing a mad beat." Lavi said as he did a fast 'Da-dum-dum-Tish!' on his drum set.

Allen stayed silent.

All words lost from his head.

He only open his mouth, closed it, then re-opened it. "Uhm...?" Was all he was able to say at that moment.

From the other side of the small garage, Kanda rolled his eyes. "Huh!" He snorted. "Nice play Shakespeare." The long-haired guitarist muttered from within his corner of the garage as he strummed his guitar.

"That has to be the most generic pick-up line I ever heard you use Lavi," Lenalee mused, a mock smile on her pale and pretty featured face as she skipped jovially towards her bass guitar that sat in its stand, she shrugged on the strap of her bass, "And that's really saying something after all the years I spent with you." She quickly quipped in with another mischievous smirk.

"Ow, harsh Lena...Real harsh." Lavi shrugged, still smirking. "I guess I should've done that more bitchin' huh Brit-boy?" He purred as he stuck a red sucker in his mouth, waggling his eyebrows at the white-haired teenager in front of him.

Who only cocked his hip with an amused smile. "You Americans are so cocky." He said smiling.

Then soon blinked in realization. "Actually…I think that's what started the war..." The teen soon shrugged and walked away.

Forgetting the point in the conversation.

Lavi had to blink several times in order for him to get what just happened. "Did he just blow up my game?" He asked slowly, full incredulousness in his once teasing tone.

Allen had completely blew off the pick-up line, and just like that, no second thought no nothing, just a come-back and walked away soon after.

Was Lavi losing his touch?

Dear God! Lavi screamed inside his head.

Both Lenalee and Kanda shared a hum of agreement.

Kanda's being more annoyed and gruff sounding than the sing-song hum of Lenalee's.

Allen smiled brightly as he hopped onto the couch and crossed his legs. Apparently still completely clue-less at the red-head's sudden depressed demeanor.

"Well I'm ready!" He stated eagerly as he propped both his elbows on his crossed knees resting his chin in-between his palms, still holding his half emptied can of soda in one hand as he sat and waited for the band to start playing one of their own songs.

They all stared at him, like he suddenly grew three heads.

"What's the matter?" Allen asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Ready for what?" Lavi stated the obvious, since no one else was asking.

"For the jam session! Or whatever the bloody hell you brought me here for!" Allen shouted in clear frustration at the bands sudden forgetfulness.

"Oh, oh! That." Lenalee hummed, a quirky smile flitting across her face. "Well just give us a few secs to sort out which song were gonna play then we'll get back to ya! Dig it?" Lenalee grinned as she turned towards the drummer.

Kanda following along at the small huddle that took place around the drum set with an annoyed scowl on his face.

Allen sat silently on the couch with a sigh, picking at the strings on his faded black jeans. He bought the jeans that way, but now, they were starting to get on his nerves, and they tickled his legs every time he sat down. He dusted off his long sleeved black shirt and tightened the white gloves around his wrists, stretching his hands experimentally as he successfully tightened the gloves on his hands to a better suited fit.

All the while, he was humming a song as he made sure his clothes were still looking their best, the song he was humming was "Sunshine of Your Love." By "Cream".

"Okay, we decided." Lenalee said, turning towards the British teenager with a smirk. "We're gonna play you one of our own songs, just so you can get the 411 on what type of genre we play. So if you have anything bad to say about it—"

"—Then you can bag your face and fuck off zeek." Kanda interjected, a hard glare shot to the boy, who quickly nodded.

"You have nothing to fear. I have nothing bad to say about either of you two." Allen said a bright smile directed to Lavi and Lenalee. "But I can't say the same for you prick." The teen snapped, shooting a glare that matched—and maybe even rivaled—Kanda's.

Before Kanda had time to open his mouth to shout a fast swear, Lenalee squealed happily, making him cover both his ears with his hands.

"Um, ow?" Kanda grumbled, scowling at the bouncing 16-year-old Chinese girl, he wrinkled his nose in displeasure and went back to the guitar in his hands.

Lenalee clapped her hands in excitement. "Killer! The song is called, Untitled, actually it's not called 'untitled' it's just that…We didn't come up with a name for it yet." She mumbled that last bit. "And don't get rubbed if you can't hear the lyrics, because, well, we don't exactly have a singer to do that." She informed. "So just sit back and listen to the layout of our song!" She looked over her shoulder towards Lavi and gave him a stern nod, as if to say, "Take it away Lavi".

Lavi grinned widely and quickly raised his drum sticks in the air above his messy red-head, creating a triangle shape with his drum sticks. "WE ARE THE UNTITLED BAND AND WERE GONNA PLAY AN UNTITLED SONG!" He shouted loudly, practically for the whole world to hear as he smashed his drum sticks together. "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!"

As soon as Lavi smashed the cymbal above his head Kanda let out a single but very loud wail from his guitar. Then Lavi's drumming started up again, and Kanda strummed in sync with the red-head. Kanda's riff was a head bobbing beat, with Lenalee plucking both her fingers on the first string of her bass guitar rhythmically and with the loud thumping of Lavi's bass drum, it sounded as though they weren't playing one of their own songs, but doing a cover song from a much more successful band.

As Lavi was steadily hitting the drums into a faster tempo and the rhythm was getting a bit louder in precision, Kanda started raising his guitar's riff and it turned into a more complex and faster pace as his fingers glided over many strings on his fret board, with Lavi hitting each note just as Kanda was playing his riff, Lenalee was playing along with them in the mix of the fast pace tempo, her two fingers now plucking all four of her bass strings, now that the song seemed as though they raised their precision.

Kanda's guitar playing was amazing, even Allen had to admit that—even though he didn't really want to praise the grumpy guitarist—he never saw a person play all those chords as if it was the most easiest thing in the world to do.

Kanda made it look easy, but the white-haired teen just knew that if he tried, he would fail miserably.

And that went for the entire band!

Lavi had amazing precision and hit every drum in perfect sync with Lenalee's bass playing, including Kanda's ever raising volume of his guitar playing.

And just as Kanda's chords flew, his fingers slowed, in the exact same timing that Lavi's drum playing started slowing down considerably, and Lenalee's bass went to a slow and deep sounding rhythm, and they all kept to the same tempo. It turned back into that head bobbing beat as Allen first heard in the intro of the song, including Kanda's playing, Allen heard a fast surf sounding type of riff that the long-haired guitarist played, then it turned back to that head bobbing beat just as quickly as it came from Kanda's amplifier.

If Allen hadn't said so himself, then now was a good time as any. They are very professional already...They sound perfect together. And they don't even have a singer! I hope my chances at joining the band hasn't slimmed in any way, I hope I still have chance at playing with them. Allen thought as he bit his thumb nail, his nerves now feeling shot.

He watched in total admiration as the band continued to play their nameless song without their singer, and wondered how on earth they were able to play without so much as a lyric or music sheet sitting in front of them.

They played on memory alone.

And that was something truly amazing to Allen, but the teen soon felt his eyes widening in astonishment when Kanda raised his guitar—or more specifically his Mugen—in the air, holding it out sideways beside him and he was still moving his fingers over his fret board, and what came out of the amplifier in front of the entire band, stunned Allen more so than ever, it was a long, sharp, and an electrifying guitar solo, and at that exact time, Lavi was banging wildly on each of his drums, creating a whole mix of guitar and fast pace drumming, Lavi and Kanda both were playing their own solo's in a unique mix of talent.

But sadly that all soon came to an end when the song abruptly came to a stop when Lavi banged both of his drum sticks on the left and right side tom drums as he gently tapped on the golden cymbal over to the left side of him.

Then silence soon took over the garage.

And then it was abruptly broken when Lenalee and Lavi let out a loud whoop with bright grins on their faces.

Lenalee turned to the white-haired teenager sitting on the couch. "So? Did you get the feel of what...Allen?" She looked over to Lavi who shared a look of confusion. "Allen?" She called again, now worried by the blank stare they were all getting, was it that bad? She didn't think so.

"Hey...Brit..." Lavi piped up, still getting no reaction from the teenager.

Lavi turned his head in the direction to where Allen was staring off in space, and found that he was gawking at their lead guitar player.

Who apparently had no idea he was being stared at so intensely, by the way he had his head down as he began turning the volume down on his guitar's amp.

Turning his red-head back to Allen, he waved a drum stick in the air. "Yoooou whoooo...Al buddy, yenno you're starting to scare the shit outta me just a lil bit, when you don't blink and stuff." The red-head said sheepishly, was Allen just checking out Kanda?

What's up with THAT?

"Huh? Oh..." Allen blinked out of his trance.

Finally noticing he was staring at Kanda.

And quickly turned his head away to face Lenalee with a grin. "That was so bloody brilliant! I can't even...What's the American word for something completely amazing?"

"'Fucking clutch', is universal geek." Kanda said in his usual irritated tone as he un-plugged his 'precious' guitar and turned towards the band. "So you agree then? That we don't need you fucking up our already bitchin' sound." He said sneering at the white-haired boy.

Who stuck his tongue out at him immaturely.

Kanda wrinkled his nose in disgust at being able to see the white-haired teenagers tongue.

He could've gone a whole life time without seeing such a disgusting thing.

"I didn't say that." Allen sighed, as if Kanda couldn't have grown any bigger of a head.

The short teenager got up from the couch and stretched out his sore limbs, sore from sitting in that kind of position for too long. "I was only explaining what exactly I saw, and from what you said, it was—" The teen cleared his throat, "'clutch'." Allen said in an irritated and low voice, trying hard to impersonate the ever angry sounding Kanda.

Who scowled in disgust at being impersonated by a British teenager. "I do NOT sound like a fag poser." The guitarist grumbled.

Allen grinned in delight as he managed to tick off Kanda, "And I agree that you might not need a singer, but I'm also saying that you could probably use one. To amplify the band's sound, not that I'm saying that there is wrong with it, 'cause there definitely isn't, but, uh...I don't really know how to explain it any better actually..." Allen trailed off nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

Lenalee giggled, a hand covered over her mouth. "We get what you're trying to say Allen."

"I don't—"

Lenalee quickly covered the long-haired guitar player's mouth with both hands. "We ALL get exactly what you're saying Brit." She said smiling.

Kanda swiftly swiped her hands away from his mouth with an annoyed expression. "Don't touch me." He muttered.

The Asian teenager only rolled her purple eyes in passion and bumped the long-haired teenager with her hip.

Who only rubbed his own hip soon after with an evident scowl.

"And we thought about it for a while now and..." The Asian girl trailed off, looking over to the red-head who smiled happily at her.

"And we fuckin' love ya Al!" Lavi shouted, happily. "And you're IN our little nameless band!" Lavi hollered from the behind his drum set, raising both sticks in the air with a victory cheer.

Allen grinned, despite the fact that Kanda looked completely miserable, he was a member of the band.

And the lead singer at that too!

So he couldn't have cared less what Kanda thought.

"You really mean it? You guys are letting me join the band?" Allen asked, clamping his hands together as he put them up to his chin, looking as though he was praying to Jesus himself.

Which, Kanda thought that was exactly what he was doing.

The white-haired teenager stood a few feet away from him, and was practically glowing with excitement, that Kanda could feel it radiating off of him, and onto himself.

And he was getting more annoyed than ever because of it.

The guitar player felt prickly, not just on the outside, but inside as well.

He didn't like it. "It's not like you won a million-fucking-dollars poser." Kanda snapped, "You're only the bands singer."

Even he had to admit it, he sounded like a complete and total jackass right now.

And he couldn't have been happier to see the white-haired kid shot him a fast glare.

Allen then waved his hand away. Choosing to ignore that last statement as he looked back to Lavi and Lenalee, "I can't believe this! Thank you so so much you guys!" He cried exuberantly.

Lenalee ran over and hugged the shorter teenager who held out his arms expectantly.

He was just so cute.

"You're so very welcome Allen! But there's one itty bitty reason why I wanted you to join the band." She said as she measured with her pointer finger and thumb, and squints her one eye.

Indicating that it was only a tiny little reason why.

Allen gave a confused look, tilting his white head to the side. "What's the reason Lenalee?"

She lunged her head down towards Allen's shoulder and blocked her mouth with her right hand, so that the other two band members wouldn't be able to hear as she whispered. "You managed to get the boys talking again." And she said it in a completely serious tone.

Both of the boys had been looking away from them as though they were embarrassed, or slightly disturbed at how close she was towards Allen.

"And that, I think, is one major accomplishment the band has ever had, since I first started playing with these hosers!" The bassist said, grinning happily as she pulled away. "So I welcome you with open arms!" She exclaimed and gave Allen another fast hug before she went back to her spot in the garage.

Lavi hopped up from behind his drum kit—after realizing that Lenalee was no longer at a close distance with Allen—as he practically jumped up from his drum kit and almost toppled right over them in his haste. "This calls for a celebration! Where's all the booze Lena!?" The red-haired drummer shouted eagerly, making a mad dash for the door leading into the house.

"You're not getting any booze here loser! My brother banned any type of alcoholic substance in this household!" Lenalee shouted to the red-head.

Who turned around with the same expression as a kicked puppy.

Like there was no Christmas that year. Much to Allen's amusement.

"But why...?" The drummer whined, hanging his head in disappointment. He really wanted to see the young British teenager get drunk, and he was also curious to know what type of things he would be willing to do... Not that he was a pervert…Or anything…

Lenalee rolled her eyes at Lavi's behavior. "Because—"

"—Because I don't want my darling little sister raised in a house full of alcohol with no rules or responsibilities!" Snapped Komui, barging into the garage from the door behind Lavi.

Who jumped a good foot in the air as he clamped a hand over his screaming mouth.

The Principal of Black Order High, had his glasses on the bridge of his nose that shone under the dim lighted garage lights, giving him an almost dangerous and crazy look to his already questionable visage.

All three of the band members weren't able to see his eyes from how his glasses reflected the lights above him.

"Jesus Christ Komui! Shit!" Lavi panted. "Warn a guy before you come into a garage looking all bat-shit crazy! Okay man?" Lavi sighed heavily, clutching a hand to his chest as he took a few steps away from the intimidating man.

The red-head quirked an eyebrow at Komui. "You must have your scary brother and sister bond happening right 'bout now huh?" He smirked towards Lenalee, looking back to Komui. "'Cos how could you possibly know when to jump in on the scene, when I totally only mentioned alcohol once, huh?" Lavi questioned, squinting his eye from Lenalee to Komui, as if trying to deduce the situation himself. "Interesting—Fucking scary—But interesting." He muttered.

"Could you refrain from using such bad language in front of my darling sister when I'm around? And I only know when to barge into a scene when I suddenly hear your voice screeching from the top of your lungs Lavi." Komui stated, as if it were the obvious thing in the world, Komui then turned to his darling little sister.

And in the eye of Lavi, he simply blinked, and suddenly the 27-year-old man was embracing Lenalee in a tight and lung crushing hug, seconds ago he was just standing beside him.

The red-head strongly believed that Komui was a robot, that could only function properly whenever Lenalee is near.

He also thought the man was fucking nuts.

"Oh my sweet Lenalee! I'm so glad I'm home! I missed you all day!" Bellowed the beret wearing man as he buried his face in his sisters neck, which Lenalee had to practically shove him off for after words.

The black-haired girl shivered in repulse as she dusted herself off. "Why are you in here Komui? You promised never to interrupt band practice until its passed curfew!" She said, in a slightly irritated tone, keeping her brother at arms-length as he still tried to give her a lung crushing bear hug.

The man blinked, and stopped his rant—on how much he loved his sister—instantly. "It is passed curfew, its 8:41. Band practice was over at exactly 41 minutes ago, darling little sister of mine." He said, pinching his sister's adorable cheek, and scurried off back towards the door before she had time to lash out on him. "So with that said!" He shouted from the doorway. "I don't want any boys—who could possibly hit on my sister—in my house passed curfew hours so if you want to keep that, thing, between your legs, I suggest you leave…Now." Komui said, a dark glare shot to each of the three boys in the garage, before he disappeared back inside his house with a cheery, "Byyyyeeee!" As he slammed the door behind him.

The garage went silent once again.

"Your brother is mega creepy..." Lavi said in a hushed tone.

Frightened that the man might appear from behind the door again, to possibly neuter him.

"I'm glad you're not like he is Lenalee." The one-eyed teen thumbed in back of him, once he hopped down the stairs.

"Does he always threaten you guys like that...?" Allen also whispered, sharing the same fears as his older—and taller—red-headed latter.

Lenalee nodded. "He doesn't dare threaten me, of course, but he does get a kick out of the boy's fear." She stated, grinning in delight.

"While he gets a fucking funny out of seeing rabbit almost shit his pants," The long-haired guitar player growled, grabbing every ones attentions. "I get pissed off when he even considers me being someone who would actually hit on Lenalee." Kanda said, an annoyed scowl on his face as he went over to un-plug the amp from the socket of the garage as he began rounding up his extension cord from his guitar's equipment.

"Is it just me, or did Yuu actually rhyme?" Lavi pointed to Kanda with incredulous-ness.

Color him impressed.

Allen nodded his head in agreement. "I think he did. He's learning a thing or two."

Kanda growled. "Fuck you."

"Holy shit! He just rhymed again!" Lavi crowed.

"And what exactly do you mean by, 'actually hit on Lenalee?' Am I not hot enough for you that you won't hit on me?" Lenalee demanded, hands on her hips.

Kanda gave her a wide eyed incredulous stare and quickly averted his eyes. "I uh…" He looked for help.

But only got chuckles and mocking fingers pointed at him instead.

"Shit…This is your fault short stack!" He yelled at the white-haired teen.

Who scowled. "What did I do?" Allen questioned, his once smiling face turning sour in a split second, being blamed for something he never even brought up.

But then when Kanda's harsh words registered in his mind, he felt his "Inner-Demon-Smile" slowly appear on his face.

"I happen to have noticed that you didn't like being considered one of the people who would hit on Lenalee, does that just stand for Lenalee? Or do you not like it when people think you hit on other girls? Do you even like girls Kanda?" Allen teased. Smile still on his face.

"Oh shit." Lavi muttered, holding his drum sticks to his chest.

Kanda was going to deck him—shitless—now. The drummer could feel it—and practically see it—in the air surrounding Kanda.

"Fuck you." Kanda deadpanned, still not looking to any one inside the garage.

Trying hard to keep his cool, but the white-haired brat just had to open his mouth and say something else to him.

"Was that a 'yes?' or a 'no?'" Allen continued to goad, smirking slyly.

But he quickly regretted it when the guitarist ran like hell towards him, he screamed, and started running away from the seething long-haired teenager.

Who was hot on his heels.

Allen managed to open the garage door and bolted it out towards the street.

"Teaches him actually..." Lenalee whispered, watching as both the boys ran out into the street, and started playing, "dodge the cars" in the middle of the street as they continued to yell and threaten each other with traffic whipping around them.

Lavi nodded his head in agreement. "For once, I won't hold Kanda back." Then he scowled at his own choice of words. "Actually, I don't want Al's face bruised, that'll make him less cute and totally manly." He quickly got up from the couch. "I'm coming ta save ya buddy!" The red-head cried, racing after the running duo in the streets.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Be rad and comment peeps! and...I think that's all...moving on!