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Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own DGM and it rightfully belongs to Hoshino Katsura.

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"Mr. Bookman?" Allen whispered surprised to see his teacher, his silver eyes getting wider by the second. He couldn't believe it his most despised teacher was there standing in front of him. 'Great. Now he sees me in my pathetic state.'

"What's up with you? You look like you had seen a ghost." the older man chuckled, stretching out his free hand. "Get up." Allen hesitantly took his hand, his eyes never leaving the red haired man.

"Umm…" Allen said as he got up, finally breaking his gaze. His mouth still opened. 'I can't believe it. The jerk is helping me'

"Close your mouth Walker, you look like a gaping fish." he smirked, letting go of his hand.

Allen blushed from anger and embarrassment and quickly shut his mouth, as much as he wants to yell and punch at him. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Because that damn school rule said 'respect your teachers or else you'll be punished by the school.' He frowned and quickly grabbed his bag that was nestled on the cold asphalt.

"You alright?" his teacher asked again, tightening his grip on his umbrella.

"Yes." Allen responded rain drops and the cold breeze hit him, making him shiver. Allen hugged himself getting as much warmth as possible.

"Here." The red haired said, stepping closer to Allen, sharing his umbrella with the eighteen year old boy. Allen looked at him, surprised by the other's action.

"T-Thank you" Allen stuttered still shivering.

"No problem, Walker" Bookman said, pulling his orange scarf that hung loosely on his neck, giving it to Allen "use this it will keep you warm"

"Thanks again" Allen mumbled, wrapping the orange scarf around his neck. He sighed in relief, his body started to warm up.

"Does it hurt?" the taller one asked.

Allen blinked "What are you talking about?"

Bookman pointed a finger at his elbow "Your wound does it hurt?"

"No" Allen said, cupping his wound with his hand.

"I see" There was an awkward silence for awhile; they were standing in the middle of the rain side by side until the older one asked.

"Where are you heading to?" he asked, twirling his umbrella, playfully.

"Public Library" the white haired boy said. His teacher cracked a small smile.

"I'm heading there too, want me to accompany you?"

Allen would have said 'no' to his teacher but it was raining hard and he would not risk his health to get sick. So, Allen said a simple:

"Yes"

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The red haired man put his umbrella on a corner and his coat on the coat rack; he walked towards the help desk. There was a little blond girl sitting behind the desk, reading a book. She looked up sensing Lavi's presence. She flashed a smile at him.

"Afternoon, Lavi" Lala greeted "Long time no see"

"Hey, Lala" the green eye man greeted "Could you do me a favor? I need a dry towel and a first aid kit" he said, propping his elbows on the desk.

"Are you hurt somewhere, Lavi?"

"Nah" Lavi said, pointing a finger at the white haired teen standing in front of the door "He's the one. He tripped on his own foot and got his elbow scratched"

"Allen?" Lavi looked at her a spark of interest was evident on his eyes.

"Do you know him?" Lala nodded.

"He comes here every Sunday. I'm surprised to see him here since its only Wednesday, Allen is pretty nice. Well I better get the stuff you wanted. Be right back" she stood up and entered a door behind her.

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Allen groaned, opening his bag some of his books and notebook were wet "Dammit" Allen cursed, getting his soaked now soaked history book. Allen frowned putting his wet History book down on the table, letting it dry off. He glanced at his watch it was already five. Allen's frown deepened 'just one and half an hour left' he sighed and sat down on a chair. He took out his notebook and began to answer his homework.

After a few minutes he was interrupted by a red haired man.

"Clean your wound with this" The older one said, placing the first aid kid on the table and draping the towel with on his head "and use this towel to dry your hair"

"Thanks, Sir Bookman" Allen said, drying his hair.

"Walker" his teacher, making him look at him "Please don't call me that"

"Call you what Sir Bookman?" Allen asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Bookman or Sir or Sir Bookman those names" Lavi said, scratching the back of his neck "makes me feel old, Walker and I tell you I'm only twenty two. I'm not that old you know"

"What should I call you then?"

"Lavi's fine" he said, taking a seat next to Allen.

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. I was pretty blank when I wrote this I'm not satisfied with this. I'll probably post the next chapter in Sunday or Saturday. Tell me what you think =) Reviews and constructive criticisms are always welcome here