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Winter Wonderland

Snow had fallen during the night, blanketing Black Order headquarters in a lush blanket of white, and the inhabitants were excited. A large group of them had rushed outside and were now engaged in a very loud snowball fight.

Howard Link wasn't at all happy about this turn of events however he was under orders to keep a constant watch on Allen Walker and, since the white haired boy was currently involved in this fight, he was forced to be out here.

"Come on Link," Lavi exclaimed, throwing a snowball at the blond man's head. "Don't just stand there, join in."

"I think not," Link said calmly, dodging the snowball that Lavi had launched toward him.

Shrugging his shoulders Lavi returned to the battle, leaving Link to stare at them disapprovingly. They were shouting and throwing snow, generally acting like small children.

Leverrier was sitting in his temporary office, attempting to work on a large stack of paperwork, but unfortunately he was being distracted by the uncalled for noise that was echoing from outside.

He couldn't believe that so many were outside throwing snow at one another as though there wasn't a care in the world. And it was starting to get on his last nerve.

At this moment a large ball of snow crashed into his window, causing him to jump and scribble across the paper that he had been attempting to complete.

"That's it," Leverrier growled, getting to his feet and striding across the office toward the door.

Leverrier quickly made his way to the front door and pulled it open, an irritated expression on his face. He fully intended to give the group a piece of his mind as he stepped outside.

Yet more shouts rang out causing further irritation on Leverrier's part. Slamming the door closed he stepped toward the group… and right into the path of a group of falling icicles that had been dislodged by his temper tantrum with the door.

"Look out!" Krory exclaimed, seeing the falling ice.

Leverrier ignored the man's shouts and opened his mouth to scream at the assembled group.

But he never got the chance.

A huge icicle struck him right in his open mouth, piercing his throat and causing spurting blood to discolor the otherwise crisp snow. Eyes wide Leverrier dropped to the ground and was still.

A/N- Winter is dangerous… and this time Leverrier was the instrument of his own demise. Hope that you enjoyed. 'sadistic laughter'