Happy Veterans' Day! I had some time, so I wrote this! Enjoy!
Dear DGM Fanfiction Authors,
Wow. There are a LOT of stories about me. Three thousand eight hundred stories. *whistles* That's huge, although…*smiles deviously* ...not as much as Allen and Yu! Boy, they're popular.
I really don't mind what you do with me. After all, a Bookman mustn't show any concern on such frivolous and irrelevant things. But even as "Lavi", it still goes the same. After all, all these materials are great for black-mailing. Plus, many of you have actually decent writings and interesting stories that are enjoyable. And then those ideas for pranks...man, I shoulda have come up with them sooner!
There were also some interesting theories behind my eyepatch. Buuuuttt, keep guessing!
But really, all the angst and drama truly is a killjoy, thus a reason why I prefer to stay happy.
Ah, just to let you all know, like Allen said, there's nothing going on with anyone in the Black Order or Noah family. Panda-jiji will kill me if I did such things! And I'm smart enough to stay out of Komui's way. I'm waaaayyy too young to die. Also, I love my sleep too much to care about having any romance in my life. Allen and Yu are just people to poke fun at.
Still, you guys can run wild with these stories. Oh, well. *shrugs* Your imagination, your story. I enjoyed plenty, well, mostly the non-romantic, humoristic ones, that is.
Trust me, reading these stories beats being forced onto a stone chair that hurts my ass, infected by eyeballs that are clearly unhygienic, and crushed in the innards by a sadistic, perverted, and daughter-obsessed Noah, hands down.
Sincerely,
Lavi