Hey everyone, sorry, it's been long, and this chapter isn't very long either, eheheh... I'm working on the next chapter, so yeah. I don't know when it'll come out, but you should check out my other stories while you wait! :) Thanks again to you who've reviewed and Favorited this story! x)
Chapter 2
Gone
Lavi was jogging lightly after Allen, because the boy had run off ahead of him so he could get to the food faster. Eventually, Lavi was left behind, but luckily, he knew exactly what restaurant Allen went out searching for.
Up ahead, Allen searched every nook and cranny for a single restaurant- famed for its exquisite and exotic cuisine with foods from around the world. He had heard also that only the best of the best chefs with raw talent worked there, one such is known around the world through oral interpretation. His name is Jerry, and he is mostly known for his speedy and delicious dishes and the fact that he could cook anything you asked of him if only he had the ingredients. Allen always dreamed of challenging the man. His cooking speed against Allen's speed of consumption.
The famed restaurant was a lot harder to find than he had previously assumed though ; the floating city is a city for a reason, plus there are no maps or anything that would tell him where it could be. Not only that, but Allen has a pathetic sense of direction. After a while, Allen realized that he had lost track of Lavi meaning he lost his boyfriend and meal ticket, so Allen made an about-turn and was going to turn the corner when he suddenly bumped into another man.
The man was dark skinned, a deep tanned color, and he had jet black, curly hair that blended into the dark skies above if not for the stars outlining it. Allen may consider himself tall-even though he is actually kind of short- but he was no idiot when it came to height, and this man seemed to be a bit over six feet tall. His face was shaded below his top hat and he wore an expensive looking black suit along with snow white gloves that peeked out from his sleeves. Under the starry sky, the only truly visible part of the man would be his gloves and the light glimmering off the rim of his round glasses. His arms stretched out and he grabbed onto Allen's shoulders in a desperate manners, holding him in an iron grip.
"Er, uhm... I'm so sorry sir!" Allen bowed his head as best as he could while still in the other man's grip, until the man eventually relaxed his grip and let go. The stranger kept his head low, but Allen could still see the glimmer of his eyes behind is glasses, peering into Allen's own silvery orbs. He gave an involuntary shiver. There was something off about this man...