Sorry I haven't uploaded in a little while. I will try to make this chapter longer to make up for it. Though I might not be able to upload at all next week because I might be going to my grandparents house. Oh joy...
Anyway, I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter and I wanted to say thanks to all of you who reviewed! Kaida Amaya, EvangelineRose2412, An anonymous reviewer that was very nice to tell me how much progress I'm making :3 (hollieobygollie?) DGrayManFanatic, Allen 'Dango Sticks' Walker (I like your user name :D,) and kh07gl. Thanks and cyber cookies go out to all of you!
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The rest of Lavi's week went by surprisingly fast. When it came time for his 'date' he ended up leaving early. Just sitting with Olivia alone made Lavi feel guilty for some reason or another. He began to imagine Allen, standing next to Olivia with the saddest of emotions on his face. He looked betrayed, helpless, pained, hurt, let down, and over all he looked like he could shrivel into nothing. Even though Lavi knew he wasn't truly there he still just couldn't except the fact that he had lost the one thing that he once found important to himself.
Little did Lavi know Allen was searching for him mercilessly. It wasn't till Bookman got back from his meeting with the clan that he announced to Lavi that they would be moving on to the next town in store for them.
As Lavi was packing his things he ran across Allen's diary. He stood and looked at it with a mixed amount of emotions on his face. He thought and stared at the diary. He needed to get rid of it. If he ever wanted to become a true Bookman he had to shake of any signs of emotion. He thought about perhaps leaving it behind.
"Allen.." Lavi whispered his fingers grazing across the charcoal front of the worn diary.
"How pathetic, not only did I fall in love but I fell in love with the said destroyer of time." Lavi chuckled spitefully.
Coldly he threw the diary back into the wooden box it came from. It hit the bottom of the box echoing through his head dully.
"Is this what it's like to be a true Bookman?" Lavi asked himself running his fingers through his mess of fiery red hair. For if Lavi wanted to continue with being a Bookman he had come to realization that not only was a relationship between himself and Allen wrong but it was also impossible. He a Bookman's successor. Allen an exorcist. Who knew where their paths would lead them.
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Allen had never felt so tired before in his life than he did right now. He had been endlessly searching for Lavi. However never before did he feel so driven to find Lavi. It seemed as if every time he didn't find Lavi it encouraged him that much more to find the successor. By the time a month had gone by Allen had searched only fifteen of the towns in western Europe. Even his lack of progress didn't slow him down, he would keep moving forward until he found Lavi. Though little did Allen know this one town would be different then the others he had visited.
Getting of the train Allen stretched his arms and legs. By now Allen had a routine: walk to the town, search, ask around, then ending up back at the train station. Looking around the train station he saw a decent amount of people waiting to board the train he just arrived on. Walking through the crowd something caught his eye. Off to his right he saw a patch of red swimming in the pool of people. Thinking briefly Allen decided against maneuvering through the crowd to check out that one red splotch. That there was the worst decision Allen had made.
Walking into the small town he spotted a small café and thought he would ask there if anyone had seen his redheaded friend. Walking into the small establishment Allen noticed a blonde haired woman behind a counter of pastries and sweets.
"Excuse me." Allen kindly smiled walking towards the woman. The woman looked slightly up at Allen returning his smile and replying with a very kind "Hello there, is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually yes, I'm looking for a friend. He is pretty tall, he's got red hair, green eyes, an eyepatch over one of the eye's." Allen explained motioning about how tall Lavi was.
"Oh, you must be talking about Rabi!" The woman smiled clapping her hands together and slightly swaying to the side.
" That must be his new alias." Allen thought. "You mean he's here?" Allen's voice overflowed with enthusiasm widening his eyes in shock.
"Well, not anymore... You see he left on the first departing train today with Mr. Bookman." The woman frowned showing her displeasure.
"No... Then that means... That red was...!" It hit Allen like a load of bricks. Shocking back to reality Allen bowed at the woman showing his appreciation, "Thank you very much but I must be leaving now!" Allen stood straight up running out of the café his heart beating faster and faster. "That was Lavi! Damn it..!" Allen cursed running as fast as he could to the now loading train. If he ran fast enough he could just barley get on.
The echoing of creaky doors closing shot through Allen dreading the new reality. "No!" Allen screamed trying to catch up to the tail end of the train. Maybe if he ran fast enough he could latch onto the end of the train. It was to late. The moment Allen reached the side of the train he saw that red face passing right in front of his eyes before disappearing off into a tunnel swallowing any last hope Allen had.
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Sitting on the train Lavi saw what he thought was a blotch of white. Before he could confirm the train entered a dark black tunnel leading into a large mountain.
Leaning against his seat Lavi sighed looking at his small suitcase he had with him. It was mostly filled with documents. But there were some of his personal things in the small suitcase. He had his own compartment because Bookman said he didn't want Lavi to disturb his work. After sitting in silence for a few minutes Lavi decided he would perhaps read more of Allen's diary. Reaching into his pocket on the inside of the coat he was wearing Lavi retrieved the small warn book. Flipping through it until there was maybe ten pages left Lavi stopped and began to read.
November 21, 1887
Dear Diary,
It has been so long hasn't it? Well, a lot of things have been going on. There was a huge ambush that the Noah Lullubell lead with hundreds of level three Akuma, and many huge compacted level three Akuma. And one of those huge Akuma turned into a level four. Yes that's right a level four. I have never been so beaten up fighting anyone. (Well except for Tyki.) To say the Order was destroyed is an understatement. We will all be moving soon to different branches of the Order. I will be heading to the Asian Branch, Lenalee will be going to the North America Branch, Kanda will be going to the Oceanian Branch. As for Lavi he will be leaving the Order all together. I hate that he's leaving but I have to except it one way or another. Although I hope our paths will cross again someday.
Allen Walker-
When Lavi really thought about it he was mentioned in at least every couple entries. "Allen sure seem to write about me a lot." Lavi chuckled slightly at how conceded he sounded. Seconds later Lavi sighed flipping a page in Allen's diary and began to read once again.
December 2nd, 1887
Dear Diary,
I have just arrived at the Asian Branch. Things are pretty different here. Well, I'm not writing this entry to tell you about the Asian Branch I'm writing this entry to try something Lenalee told me to do. I told her about my feelings for Lavi and she said I just needed to get it out of my system. She said to write down how I feel for Lavi as if I were talking directly to him. So here it goes.
Lavi, I have to say you are pretty good looking but I don't just admire you for your looks I admire you for being well, you. Your personality is so different, and fun. You almost always know what to say. You think my arm is cool and not disgusting. You actually told me yourself that I am your best friend. There are so many things you know that blow my mind away. Although there is one thing I have neglected to tell you, it is hard to say but here it goes. I love you.
Allen Walker-
Love. Something Lavi had never experienced, he always wanted to know he was needed, wanted, and loved by someone. But he didn't want just anyone, no. He wanted someone who would never leave his side, who would be loyal, trusting, caring and of course loving.
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Allen sat waiting for the next train to come staring off into the horizon. Looking down at his hands he balled them into fists eyeing the blood that surfaced on the scraped and cut flesh. How had he gotten those cuts? After the train left into the tunnel Allen lost it and screamed punching the rocky train tracks alternating his fists. He had never been so aggravated before in his life. He had the chance but he let it slip right between his fingertips. Lavi was right there, all he had to do was walk over to him. Once realizing that he had beaten both fists to a bloody pulp he decided to collect himself as best as he could and wait for the next train.
While Allen sat on an old bench waiting for the train he started to think. If Lavi was with Bookman like what the lady in the café said then that means he is still a Bookman in training. So we could never be-together. An impossible relationship in an impossible world. Allen thought. After all it's just one of millions.
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Yeah, sorry it didn't turn out to be very long. I will try very hard tomorrow to write a chapter. Although I will not promise anything. Thanks for reading! And don't worry, I won't give this story a sad ending. Reviews are greatly appreciated!