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Withdrawal

An unbearable length of time had passed since the beginning of General Cross Marian's incarceration at Black Order HQ. The red haired Exorcist wasn't exactly certain how long he had been trapped here; all he knew was that it had been long enough for him to completely exhaust his supply of wine.

And whiskey…

And pretty much every other form of alcohol that he could get his hands on.

Now the lack of alcohol was making his head ache and his temper was growing short. Okay, even shorter than usual.

Growling low in his throat Cross left his room and made his way down the corridor, desperate to find some alcohol. Screw the order not to leave headquarters, he had to find some alcohol.

Now.

The red haired general was striding down the corridor, his steps purposeful, when he heard an irritating voice call out from behind him.

"Exactly where are you going General Cross?"

Turning around, a murderous light shining in his one visible red eye, Cross glared at Inspector Malcolm C. Leverrier. The cause of all of his current torment. "I'm going out to get a drink," he practically growled.

"I'm afraid that's out of the question," Leverrier said, fully expecting for the general to obey his orders. "Until the matter with Walker has been settled you are forbidden to leave this building."

Of course Cross had heard these words but, without the dulling affect of alcohol, they set something off in his mind. The general took a step toward the inspector and Leverrier couldn't miss the gleam in his eye.

A murderous gleam.

Instinctively the man took a step back however Cross continued to walk toward him. Leverrier half expected for the crazed general to pull out his Anti-Akuma firearm but that's not what happened.

Not that what happened was any better.

With a speed that Leverrier wouldn't have imagined possible Cross was standing in front of him. And, without so much as a word, Cross reached out and wrapped his arms around the man's throat.

He need a drink and by all the seven hells he was going to have one.

No matter who he had to kill to get it.

Leverrier attempted to scream however nothing but a choking gasp escaped his throat. He felt his lungs begin to burn as he fought to draw a breath and he made every attempt to hit his attacker.

And yet Cross paid no attention to the blows.

After a few minutes Leverrier's eyes rolled back into his head and his arms went limp at his sides. And even then Cross didn't relax his hold on the man's throat.

"I… need… liquor."

With these words Cross released his grip on Leverrier's neck and allowed the man's limp body to fall to the ground. Then, without so much as a glance to the floor, the general turned and continued on his way down the corridor.

Fine wine was the only thing that he could think of.

A/N - Cross did it, again! And on purpose this time. The lesson here; coming between Cross and booze is just as dangerous as coming between Allen and food.