Shirubagure- I know ^-^' in my story I made Lavi a little older than everyone...Maybe I should've said that before writing Kanda in as a bully... He just seems like he would be a bully though... Thanks for feedback!

fullmetal96100- thank you, I'll try to do it in different scenes.. I'm so used to telling both sides of the story though...so forgive me if it sounds weird, and thanks for the feedback.

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Lavi pov.

God... Will this meeting ever end? The old panda just HAD to get me the most boring job in the world, didn't he?

I sat stone faced in the usual 3:00 after school teacher's meeting. I was already bored to tears from the first ten minutes. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, then looked down at my watch. 5:47.

"Uggggh" I groan and my eyes widen when I realize that I said it out loud.

The teacher who was explaining something about child safety stopped the lecture to glare at me.

"Am I boring you Mr. Bookman?" You could almost hear the bitterness in his voice.

Eep... I can't lose this job, Bookman will kill me!

I panic and shake my head frantically, and he resumes his lecture. As soon as his back is turned I stick my tongue out and pretend to flick his bald shiny head. This earned me some disapproving looks from some teachers and even a few snickers. Bald guy turns around again to glare at me but i'm ready this time. Before he can blink my hands are folded, I'm staring straight forward and I have an invisible halo above my head, smiling cheerfully.

He growls and turns around murmuring something inaudible. Probably cursing me or something.

The session drawled on for another few minutes before he dismissed us. I all but ran out of the room into the hallway before my name echoed from the meeting room.

I turn slowly to see the bald guy crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the ground.

Shoot... I was almost home free! I wonder if this is how Allen feels when I call him out? Hm. That kid has been lingering in my mind recently. I think to myself as I slowly walk back to the tall, almost intimidating bald man.

"What can I do for you?" I ask sweetly.

His eyes narrow and he whispers angrily to me.

"Listen here Bookman's apprentice, I do not like people who don't show respect. I had high hopes for you since you are the Bookman's apprentice but you obviously don't seem to have half a brain."

After the last word he pushed past me angrily and walked out of the meeting room. I pinched the bridge of my nose and adjusted my green ever-present bandanna on my head.

Well, maybe I should take that as a threat and straighten up my attitude a little huh? If only I cared enough, I think blandly as I make my way out of the building and into my car.

"Ahh baby, I missed you..." I rub my cheek against the black exterior of my car and hop in the front seat. I adjust my mirrors and buckle my seat belt, smiling at the little hammer ornament that hung from my rear-view mirror. Starting the car, I speed off onto the road and drive steadily.

"Well, papa needs a snack." I say to myself and drive to the nearest convenience store.


Allen pov.

"Thank you, come again." I say monotonously, as I've said it many times before.

I cringe at the sympathetic look that the customer gives me.

Yes, I know what my face looks like right now...

I've seen the same pitying look on almost every customer today. I clutch my swollen cheek gingerly, and wince when it throbs in my hand. I'm at my first job, which is at a convenience store that's fairly close to my school. My manager Krory, stares at me thoughtfully. He's asked me to go home and take a few days off for a while now but I keep refusing him. First off- I have rent to pay so I can't even take a few HOURS off and second, I shudder. Cross will be there. I'll take looks of sympathy and boring convenience store over Cross ANY DAY.

I sigh and faceplant the counter.

Could my life get any worse? Apparently life loves to prove me wrong. A certain red-head decided to enter the store.


Lavi pov.

"Hmm... ice cream? Or Doritos?" I ponder.

Why not both?

I grin and scoop up a container of vanilla ice cream and a bag of Doritos. I make my way to the front and place the items on the counter, waiting for the total as I look into my wallet for cash. I hear nothing and turn to the unresponsive cashier.

Dejavu much?

I looked at the cashier and my eyes widened when I saw his snowy white hair.

It couldn't be, could it?

His head was on the front desk so I couldn't see his face but I don't think many other teenagers were sporting this look. "A-Allen?" I ask, and the young cashier stiffens.

"Um...No hablo inglés."

I roll my eyes and pick his head up off the counter.

"Haha very funn-" I froze when I saw him. His eyes were puffy from crying, and he had a red imprint around his neck, but most of all you couldn't miss his giant swollen cheek that was bruised badly.

"Oh my God! W-Who did this to you, Allen..." I whispered.

The teen rubbed the back of his head and winced, his eyes widening as he seemed to be registering the fact that I was here.

I can probably guess he got hit back there too.

I turn around angrily to find the most important looking guy in the store. Finally I spot a pale man wearing all black with a white striped bang and jet black hair. His name plaque read manager, Arystar Krory.

I walk over to him and growl," YOU LET HIM WORK WHEN HE'S BEAT UP LIKE THAT?"

Krory seemed to shrink back a bit but still managed a meek smile. "He refused to go home and I didn't want to force him..."

I turned back to the teen and saw him sway slightly and clutch his head.

I CANNOT just leave him stumbling over himself.

I frown and stare at him for a while before saying, "Allen. I'm taking you to the hospital."

"What...? NO! You can't just abduct me from my job!" He immediately shot back in defiance. I sighed.

I should have known he wouldn't come quietly.

I walk over to him and narrow my eyes. He stared back, unfazed. In this moment I pick him up from behind the counter as easy as if he were a kitten and drape him over my shoulder.

I hear a flabbergasted yelp in protest before he starts kicking and screaming.

"PUT ME DOWN!" He yelled, and somehow I could tell he was blushing. We attracted a lot of attention and nervous stares, but in my mind I was just worried about someone calling the police, because this... this would look bad.

I plop the kicking and screaming teen into my car and take off to the nearest hospital.