Chapter 1 - Boiling Hot
"Damn, it's boiling" complained the 15 year old white haired teenage boy, who had a scar along the left side of his face that had a pentagon at the top, went over his eye, then curved to form the outline of his left cheek. He was Allen Walker. As much as he wanted to take off his jacket, he couldn't. The reason? He was born with his left arm being scaly and (in Allen's view) hideous, with naturaly long black finger nails and an emerald cross embedded into the centre of the back of his hand.
"Allen~" said a joyful playing voice from behind.
"Lav- oof!" Lavi had jumped onto his back and tackled Allen to the ground in a chest-crushing hug (he was pretty darn strong compared to the VERY thin Allen)
"How is my li'l beansprout?"
"It's Allen!" He hated being called a "beansprout" (or "moyashi" as the Japanese Samurai, Kanda, called him)
"Oh, did you prefer "Shortstack"? " teased Lavi.
"MY NAME'S ALLEN!" 'Shortstack' was just as bad a nickname.
"Okay, okay, calm down." Lavi finally released Allen who was gasping for breath. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, you alright there?"
"I'll *Gasp* I'll live" breathed Allen, wobbling when he stood up again.
!
"There's the bell see you Lav-" Allen was again interrupted because Lavi had closed the gap between them with a tight hug.
"That's just like you Allen, you forgot we're in the same classes, because of you're amazing grades you moved up"
Allen blushed I forgot about that... He felt something moving down his back, Lavi had snaked his hand around Allen's waist. His speech was gone and his thoughts raced: L-Lavi? W-wait a minute... does this mean... to Lavi... I'm- His thoughts shot back to reality "we're gonna be late," Allen pulled away from Lavi (But we all know he secretly enjoyed it ;D) "Let's get to class" Lavi thought That's just like him, always thinking of school, wouldn't think of it any other way. Lavi smiled at this thought. Allen turned to rush ahead but he felt a large hand warmly catch his skinny left wrist.
"Then don't leave without meeeeeeeeee~" Lavi said childishly, clinging to Alen's wrist "I don't wanna be left on my owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn~"
"L-Lavi..." Allen started, but realising the deep blush on his face and that he had spoken in his British accent. Shoot! Now thanks to my accent he knows that I'm nervous!
Lavi didnt respond with words, but with a little jerk of his head, he walked quickly, dragging Allen along with him, to their first class. Secretly Allen, even with all his protest, wished that Lavi would never let go of his wrist because of how warm his hand felt, but because Lavi held his left wrist (which was "Different") he wondered wether or not Lavi could feel the scales on his hand.