Sorry for the not updating...I guess I got lazy? Plus Halloween is approaching, I must get ready my costume! Hmm...I wonder of any of you, my readers, are dressing up, nyee?

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Scene 6 – Kiss

For you I would do anything…

A shivering oriental girl stalked towards the exorcist and Bookman Junior known as Lavi. The night was cold and unforgiving, causing Lenalee to grip her black jacket closer to her slim figure. How fragile she looked, thought Lavi, deep in his own thoughts. Lenalee gave him a small smile before speaking the question that stung her heart, "Are you lonely?"

To Lavi it was a strange question. As timid and harmless as it seemed it was a façade hiding the pain. So Lavi smiled, the easy lighthearted smile he learned to fake. And with a soft voice carried in the light breeze of the night, "Are you lonely?" When he opened his eyes from the smile he saw the tears glistening on the girl's face. They dripped and fell to the balcony they both stood on. Her hands moved to cover and wipe away the tears upon her face before she retreated back to her room.

"Yes, Lavi, I am lonely."

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Allen stared at the same sky that everyone else in the world could see. He felt connected by it, the connection to humanity just by merely looking at it. Slowly he inched his arm towards the sky, as if he could collect the stars in his palms and make them all his.

He couldn't sleep, not at all. And even when he could nightmares would haunt him. The mysterious voice of a young girl teasing him as deep foggy clouds surrounded him. She tried to persuade him at first, but then told him that he would be theirs. What scared him most was how sure the voice was when she spoke. It didn't let him rest in peace, it refused to let him be free. Every time he faced the voice, the burdened feeling in his chest would become heavier and heavier. Allen felt that he could barely breath, and he could barely walk. He felt like curling up into a ball to sob endlessly, letting the darkness enclose him. Corrosively eating him away from the inside of his very being.

With a gasp his world became black, and his lungs could not reach air. Was he dying? And if he was, why was this feeling far from blissful. He vaguely felt something hold him. Numb, he was not sure, was he being delusional?

And then came bliss. Soft against his lips, and a cold breeze rushing into him, it chilled him down to his lungs. But strangely enough, it felt wonderful.

Cracking open his eyes he saw the Japanese man he knew and felt dear to him. The man opened his mouth, as if to ask him if her was all right. But the words did not come. Allen succumbed to the chilly yet warm feeling, capturing the other man's lips onto his.

No words were to be expressed. No words to say how close the white haired boy had been to death.