A/N: Hey guys... Well, uh it sure has been awhile ah? Well WHO CARES! I'm BACK! Alright, so this is my first AU and it's with little people. As in their kids... yeah, pretty neat... please just read, I can't think of anything to say...

MizuKitsune10: The song is "This can be Anywhere in the World" by Alexisonfire (all one word)

gs tla fan: I will start on the fic right away, but I'm going to keep the three year thing. I ABSOLUTELY encourage you to write your own story from it! Ours will be guaranteed differences! So I would love to see how you put it into prospective!

Characters Included: Allen, Lavi, 14th
Pairings: None...
Time M/A: It's an AU :D
Summary: Lavi has been a pickpocket his entire life. So what happens when he tries to get rich quick? He meets the devil of the streets and the angel of the alley
Dedication/Inspiration: Dedicated to a super awesome book that I can't remember. Inspired by my idiot broher
Warnings: Lavi is more cold but hey, he's a poor kid on a street!
Rating: K+ to T?

Title

Poor the Pocket

The market district was a exiting place full of thousands of items from all across the globe and more. Stalls filled the streets, vendors calling out what they wish to sell, others what they wish to buy. Sweat was poured from heavy workers like the oil an old man used to on his clocks that chimed all at once like a choir of angels.

However, like all grand places there was a price to pay for being even near it. Pick-pockets. Ranging from young to old and blind to gender, this group of poor were more deceitful than a the devil himself. Some, or at least one, was even called the devil incarnate.

People were warned to keep an eye on their money, be it in their pocket or purse. Their fingers were sticky with sin from their crimes. But did they care? No, not at all, for to them, it was just another apple on the table. Or perhaps apples. Or maybe, just maybe, a rotten core from the far off dumpster.

But no, only one seemed to insist on eating from such a place. For why would one, if you could simply slip your hand in a pocket and acquire enough for a week of food? That boy was by far strange, if not as strange as the devil incarnate. The two were opposite yet the same, never seen together yet never far apart. It was as if they were one; for once you lost track of one the other would appear.

However, no one paid the two legends attention, for they were nothing but kids, roughly six years of age. It did not matter if one refused to steal while the other could get enough for years. It did not matter at all. That is, it did not matter unless you were the one caught in their foolish trap.


The poor were not categorized by age, only by skill. So when the young nine year old slipped into the market, he held an air of pride. Tonight he was going to get rich. His name had long since been erased from histories blind eyes, so instead the street called him Lavi. Though the name was strange and rolled on and off the tongue, the boy chose to keep it as his name. After all, his previous 48 names were boring and common. Lavi, however, was exotic and different. He was, after all, a different person.

With his name's disappearance so did his parents and all others that ever attached themselves to the boy. They were nothings now, long forgotten from the passage of time. The only one who remained was the strange bookseller who had let Lavi hide underneath his booth several times and the other vendors that were brighter than others.

But the boy was not here to gloat over his name and tell tragic stories of forgotten pasts. No, he was here to get rich quick and easy. He had heard from the drunk gamblers that a particular rich man was coming into the market today. One that liked to show off his money. Those were the easiest to steal from. After all, he was one of the best pickpocket's in the city. He knew what he was doing. But he didn't know enough.

The man was easy to spot. A long coat and flaming red hair that was almost on par's with Lavi's own. His face was covered by a half-face mask, hiding something like Lavi's eye patch. And finally, a long-brim hat shaded the man from the sun, almost like the worthless bandanna that Lavi had worn ever since he found it two years ago.

The child smiled smugly, this man was just begging to be stolen from! It was a perfect chance to go for it, his body already beginning to run when he was suddenly stopped. No hand touched him, no shout of his name, he had simply been stopped. His body refused to move.

It was a boy, at least six of age, that halted his actions. He was speaking with the man, his eyes hidden from a ragged hood that only belonged to one person. The innocent boy who refused to steal for some reason or another. The boy who never entered the main market street unless his bizarre pet he found was eaten by a cat.

In a blink of his single emerald eye, the boy was gone, the man moving once more as if nothing happened. However he felt... he felt as if he was warned just know. Warned to notgo after that man with his obvious money-holding skills. And Lavi would never know how lucky he was to avoid that man, who had planned to make the child his sacrifice to debt...


A week had passed and new information came floating into the drunks circle. Another man would appear at the market today, a richer man than the last. He even had a name. The Millennium Earl. A man known far and wide for his riches and governing skills. He was a strange character that was both charitable and nasty, as if he could never decide which one to be.

Lavi didn't care who the man was. He had let a good catch go and he made up his mind to snatch at least some cash from the wealthy creep. His stomach was hungry, and he needed the food. However, his stupid information source had one more piece of information. Apparently the devil incarnate had his eyes set on the same man.

To have the same target as the other was almost guaranteed a failure. Crafted from the darkest corners and the most murderous of shadows, the devil incarnate would do anything once he set his mind to it. Lavi felt uneasy. To target the same man as that monster could insure his own death. However, he really did need the money.

With fierce, scared hands, he pushed down his knowledge of that monster and began scouting. After all, no one had actually seen this devil. Perhaps he was just another rumor that litter the city, a way to try and keep the rich safe. But if that was true, than what of the tall red haired man? Was he not rich enough for the blasted other?

Lavi snapped out of his thoughts as he spotted the Earl. He was a looming figure, dressed in formal wear with a top hat upon his head. He had a small cane and a face that reeked of a grandfather. This would not be the first grandfather that Lavi would steal from. He could not allow himself to ponder or plan. He had to get to this man before the devil incarnate.

Breathing in heavy, he prepared himself for a neck breaking run. The Earl had already boughten a few items, his wallet just beggingto be taken. He had just returned it to its poor hiding place after buying a small candle set. Lavi knew that the time was now.

And it was over just as quickly. Wallet in hand, the boy rushed through the crowd, his small legs in a mad dash for safety. The alleyways came up and he knew that he had succeeded. That he had gotten the wallet.

He opened it, almost drooling at all the cash. It was his, all his! Not even the devil was able to beat him. That's just how good he was!

But he had forgotten, that the poor was not rated by age but skill. The devil incarnate, the boy that seemed to ghost the town for money, was younger and more skilled than the boy could ever imagine.

"You should give that back." The voice was smooth and calm, speaking of a age greater than the body that held it. Lavi looked up quickly and met golden eyes that seemed too dull to be alive. Clutching the wallet to his chest he glared.

"Why? That man has more than enough money you little brat!" A elegant black eyebrow was raised as the tanned boy looked at him.

"True, but it's not yours." Lavi spat.

"Yeah, so what?! It's not like you haven't stole!"

"Yes... and no." Lavi glared at shorter male. Who was he to boss around? The boy smiled, his skin appearing to crack from it's width. His lips were closed, pushed together and only one though came to mind as those eyes seemed to laugh at him.

"Y-you're!" And then laughter that resembled that of insanity rang out through the alley.

"Right, right! Or did you really think I was fake?" The devil incarnate seemed to glow with malicious. "Now I'm sure you know but you're holding MY targets money. If you could please hand it over." His left hand was extended a gruesome scaled thing that was crimson in colour and appeared as rotten as the apples the white haired boy ate.

Lavi knew that he was doomed as soon as he had learned of their shared target. But still, his mind was reeling. Could the devil really come back in the body of a six-year old? It seemed almost unbelievable. Yet here he was, standing right in front of him in all his glory.

"No." The word left his lips before he could stop it. "It's mine! I got it first!" And he be damned if he let it be taken away. The small boy sighed, his left arm retreating to his side, disappearing inside a jacket that Lavi recalled seeing before.

"Listen, you can live perfectly fine without that." He pointed at the wallet. Lavi seethed with anger. So what if this was the damn devil! He was still in a six-year old body and Lavi was at least three years older.

"And what? You CAN'T?!" The boy sighed once more, sounding much older than before.

"Of course I can, but hecan't. His conscious would probably eat him alive if he let someone get pickpocket-ed." Lavi blinked.

"What?"

"You heard me. I know that you're not deaf Lavi. We can live without that money, and that's why I want it." The other was not making any sense! He didn't need it so he wanted it? And this other boy would go crazy if someone got stolen from? And how did he know his name?!

A sharp breeze of wind caused Lavi to shut his eyes and suddenly his hand felt empty. Opening them as he heard a "Thanks" caused the boy to turn quickly enough to see that very boy walking away, wallet in hand. "And lets just say I know."

"HEY!" He shouted, running after him, yet he was already gone in the mesh of bodies that was the market. The mission had ended in failure.


"Here." Another voice, much softer and delicate than the last he heard caused Lavi to turn away from his mopping corner. A boy of six years smiled down at him, face full of childish innocence. His white hair meshed with that pale skin of his and his eyes were a stormy grey that seemed to kind to be dangerous. In his hand was an apple core.

A light went off inside Lavi's head as he accepted the apple from the other. It was the the purest poor person he had ever heard of. The boy who would never steal and always wear a smile. His diet was that of the dumpster and the forgotten. He had probably never eaten good food in his life.

His name was Allen. The alley-by-the-market's personal time keeper. His birth had been on the day of the markets completion. However the day was lost, no one bothering to remember when a large road was merely done. Lavi had heard that the boys parents were as mysterious as the boy himself. No one knew if they died or merely abandoned the boy that was as pure as snow.

The boy was as famous as the devil incarnate, if not more, for his strange behavior and care. He would do anything for another. At first Lavi thought it was merely so that he could call upon favors. But, as he ate that core that was no where near as bad as the ones Allen chewed on, he wondered if there were such things as angels.

"You're Lavi right?" The boy asked, his voice soft and smooth.

"Huh? Um, yeah. How did you know?" The boy shrugged, his signature patterned coat almost hiding the small movement.

"A friend told me." Lavi looked at the boy questionably. He had never heard of Allen having a friend. "Any ways, I wanted to tell you that you shouldn't steal! No matter who it is!" And frankly, he wondered how he could.

"You're kidding right? Stealing gets me food so who cares ya stupid bean sprout." At first Allen did say anything, but soon Lavi felt the cold ground.

"Take that back!" The boy shouted, and Lavi caught what seemed to be gold in those silver pools.

The boy had pulled away now and was holding his head as he sniffled. Lavi looked surprised. What just happened? He had never, ever hear of the cute little boy doing something like that.

"My names Allen." The boy mumbled as he stood up. "Not bean sprout, you stupid rabbit." Something clicked in Lavi's brain. The artist, who sold scenery paintings, had a son who called him that.

"Wait, you know Yuu?" The boy glared at him, his eyes shimmering with something.

"Yes, of course. Who doesn't?" The question was actually quite idiotic. Almost everyone knew of the ill-tempered boy.

"Do you know Lenalee, and Koumi, and Miranda, and Krory, and-"

"Yes, yes, of course I know them all." Allen cut off. They were all the marketers, who sold several different things. Lenalee and Koumi sold Chinese ware and strange machines. Miranda was taking after the old man who worked at the cloak booth. And Krory was selling several different kinds of monstrous flowers.

"How?" Wasn't he supposed to be anti-social? Allen sighed.

"I'm the markets time keeper so of course I know all the workers. What about you? You're just a thief." Lavi growled but walked over to where the boy had wandered off to, the main market road,

"Well excuse me for trying to make a living. And their just friends any ways." Allen snorted. "It's true!"

"Oh I believe you, really I do." The younger boy seemed to get a vacant look in his eyes. "It's going to rain soon."

"Huh?" Lavi looked up and sure enough a drop hit his forehead. The other boy grabbed his arm and began pulling him through the maze that was the streets. Lavi noticed how the others left hand was encased in a glove, and a voice that brought shivers to his back spoke softly from those pale lips directions on where to go.


Lavi looked around in silent awe at the small room he found himself in. A crack in the side of the old building opened up a room that had long been forgotten. There was little heating and the red-head wouldn't be to surprised if there was even a little bit of electricity. But was really caught his eye was the things in the room.

There was a beautiful painting of the small white haired boy standing in an alley way, gazing out at the empty, night time market. On a table was beautiful flower that resemble that of a budding rose, it's name carved into the pot as Rosaline. A beautiful clock was off the side, not ticking a beat and a young lotus blossom was held delicately by water in a porcelain bowl that was made by that of Chinese hands. Lavi knew that all of these were from vendors in the market. All screaming out their creators names.

"Their gifts..." The boy answered Lavi unknowingly "From the vendors. They gave them to me last year for Christmas." Lavi gaped at him. "They always tell me to never give up in what I do. And how proud they are to know me. They always thank me" Allen smiled a broken smile at Lavi. "Well, Kanda doesn't say that out loud, but still... I should be the one thanking them..."

And then, Lavi saw it. A small golden orb with wings. It fluttered over to the boy, completing his known attire. "Hey Tim, sorry for leaving, but heinsisted on making sure that everything was fine." Lavi blinked? 'He'? "Yeah I know I shouldn't let him have control all the time, but he was just so jumpy." Allen smiled again. "Don't worry, I told him to bring you the next time he decides to leave. Oh, and this Lavi! He's the one who stole the Earl's wallet." The boy smiled, not realizing that Lavi could hear him. He was not use to others being there. Only the three of them were ever there.

"W-what are you talking about?" Lavi asked, blinking back shock. "H-how do you know what I did?!" Realization was a whore, settling in on the last second in Allen's mind.

"H-huh?!"

"And god damn it all! Who the hell is HE?!" His shout echoed off the walls of the candle lit room flashing white as a storm began.


And as you can tell, this is going to be a two-shot! To celebrate me coming back and making you guys have to wait LONGER for the end :D You know you love me.

So can anyone guess who the "he" those two are referring too?!?! It should be obvious if you look...