Hana: Another chapter...another realization we're getting close to the end.
Allen: But it's a good ending, isn't it?
Hana: Who knows?
Lavi: I don't think I like ya being criptical like that, Han...XavierForest and Hanashi don't own D. Gray-man if you hadn't figured that much out yet.
Hana: I'm just a fan waiting for the next chapter of the DGM manga~! Oh, and enjoy the chapter guys!
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+ - Chapter 37 - +
Lavi yawned, as he threw the folder on his desk. Sleep was his favorite thing to do, by far, but right now, he truly needed to put years of forced studying by his grandfather to good use. Slapping both sides of his face, he chanted a soft "Let's do this", and opened the blood-stained mystery before him. "Let's see what secrets you're hiding...huh? Yu?"
Another look and Lavi realized that it wasn't his friend, but rather an older man who looked a lot like him. Strange...was this Kanda's father? It was going to be a long night.
Still, it wasn't like he hadn't gotten used to those already.
He dryly laughed to himself. No time like the present to get this over with.
And thus began his long night.
(* - *)
"You ungrateful little—!" Bookman had every intention of scolding his grandson for ditching work, and was taken aback when he found Lavi sleeping over his desk, a folder propped open towards the end of the files presented. Weary eyes took in the rare but familiar sight.
What was this idiot working on now?
Like this, he couldn't exactly stay mad at his grandson.
He carefully maneuvered his way through the "organized mess", before taking a quick glance at the documents that weren't completely hidden beneath Lavi's head and arms.
Crime reports? The old man queried. Whose files are these?
And more importantly, why was Lavi going through it?
There was only one thing he could do. Have the red-headed male tell him, willingly or not...or perhaps unwittingly.
It'd always been easy to get information out of that idiot. Whether that was a blessing or a curse...he wouldn't really know. It must've depended on who you were.
Bookman benefited from it most of the time, but it wasn't so good when his grandson was supposed to keep something quiet.
"Just like his father." Bookman uttered to himself. He would let Lavi sleep for now. Come morning, he'll see what his grandson was willing to say.
Even he wouldn't wake the boy now.
(* - *)
Lavi yawned as the world slowly came into focus. He winced as he sat himself up, feeling the crick in his neck from sleeping on his desk all night. "Ugh..." he groaned, carefully massaging out the kink."Raku Kanda, was it?" With the use of his free hand, he flipped back to the first file, the image resembling his best friend looked at him with dead eyes. "Hard to believe this guy is in his late fifties."
And indeed it was hard to believe. The older man looked like he was in his thirties. His hair wasn't really long, but it was just enough to be pulled back. In fact, Lavi had to take another glance to realize the man did in fact have the beginnings of gray hair streaking through the otherwise raven hair. It was obvious where Yu Kanda got most his looks.
The man was pulling off being a new incarnation of Crowned Clown...but one thing the young man could tell very quickly was how his MO seemed to have evolved. As he read the files last night, he could see how it used to be very similar to how Allen once did it...perhaps minus the apologizing. Lavi highly doubted Raku Kanda was sorry for the men and women he ended. Medical reports were also found within the bowels of the folder, and after the death of his husband and partner, Okagi, the man had spiraled into depression. Before then, he never showed any signs of any mental disorders.
Was the death of his lover really enough to cause a perfectly mentally stable man to fall into the reaches of insanity's hold?
It seemed like it.
He could see why Allen wanted to keep this a secret from Kanda. Of course, that still didn't make it right.
Sighing, Lavi moved his hand from his neck, to lean his arm against the desk, while he supported his chin against the heel of his hand. "Yu should know about this." Lavi said. "But damn...even I'm afraid to see how Yu'll react if or when he comes across this."
"So it's about Yu Kanda." Bookman's voice sounded, but Lavi didn't react as he normally would.
"Yeah...I guess you saw these while I was passed out?"
"Only that they were case files." Bookman stated, as he once more made his way around the mess that was Lavi's room. "Don't you ever clean this pigsty?"
"I know where everything is." Lavi pouted. "Besides, it's not like I left the super rare and important books lying around."
"I will give you that, but nothing else." Bookman muttered. "Why are you looking at those files?"
"Gramps...if I tell ya what I know, will you swear to never let the information leave this room?"
"Fine," the old man agreed.
"It can't come out by accident."
Bookman sighed, pushing down his feelings of apprehension. "I'm more adept at keeping secrets than you, brat."
"Er...right..."
(* - *)
"What?" Lenalee asked, her grip on the phone tight.
"That's my reaction too, Lena." Lavi's voice stated over the phone. Having just finished cleaning after their get together, Lenalee had answered the phone only to get a garbled wall of words coming from the redhead. "I understand why Allen wouldn't want Yu to know about any of this."
"You're also lucky I was the one to pick up the phone." Lena sighed. "But...that does explain something else..."
"What does?"
"Raku Kanda you said, looks so much like Kanda...I think...I met him once. On accident."
"Wait, wait, wait, what?! You crossed paths with that guy?"
"I thought he was Kanda at first...and then he said Kanda's name...but I didn't realize he did until he was already gone..."
"Small world...Lenalee, be careful if you ever see that man again. He's not completely right in the head at the moment."
"Don't worry, none will stand a chance with my mighty kicks."
"I seriously just winced..." The Chinese female laughed at her mixed boyfriend's displeasure. "Hey! Don't laugh!"
"I'll talk to you later, Lavi...and don't worry, I won't say a thing. It's between you, me, and your grandfather, right?"
"Yeah...thanks Lena. Love ya."
Lenalee smiled, stifling a small giggle. "I love you too, Lavi. I'll see you soon?"
"Later this afternoon?"
"Mm...it's a date."
. . - * - . .
Allen woke up to an empty bed, and the feeling of a chill that just wouldn't leave him be. It was so quiet...where was Timcanpy? Normally he'd at least hear his dog whining by now...carefully getting up, Allen's feet made contact with the soft carpet below. He padded towards the door, nightshirt hanging from his form, hiding his boxers only until midway to the hem of the material.
"Timcanpy?" He called out, but got no response from the dog. He gulped. This didn't feel right at all...or was he paranoid? As he reached the door, he pressed his ear against it. He couldn't hear anything, and backed away just to open the door. "Yu? Hello?" Making his way to the kitchen, he saw no meal waiting for him, or the man responsible for usually making him breakfast.
He did, however, see a note on the table. Sighing in relief, he went to pick it up, the familiar handwriting of his lover was on the parchment.
Moyashi,
I got called in for something urgent today. May not be back for a while. Wisely came by while you were still sleeping. Tim needed to go out, so I simply put the responsibility on the mind picker. You were sleeping like the dead, by the way.
I'll see you when I get back home. Don't get into any more trouble.
—Kanda
Allen was filled with a sense of relief as he felt all of his anxiety leave him. It seemed he'd been way too paranoid as of late.
He wasn't sure why he had the feeling. Was it...maybe it was because Lavi had actually won their bet? Groaning to himself, Allen sat himself down.
Figuring it out wasn't getting him anywhere...at least not on an empty stomach. Breakfast first, analyzing paranoia later.
And since his fiancé wasn't here, he'd actually have to cook for himself.
Damn.
No! No! No! This was actually a perfect opportunity! Grinning, Allen jumped from his seat and began raiding the fridge for ingredients. "I'll show Yu I actually can cook. Then he can grovel at my feet at my superior skills~!"
(* - *)
"What the HELL happened in here?!" Wisely exclaimed, shutting off the burners, and moving pots and pans to cooler surfaces...in this case, under the running water of the tap.
Allen went to speak, but then stopped himself. Staring glumly at the kitchen, he let himself think back to when he'd first began and he was still confident, and then on to when everything had started going south.
It looked horrible in here, even he would admit that. Every single dish he'd tried to make was either burnt to a flaking crisp or completely inedible. He'd also splattered something all over the counter, but for the life of him couldn't remember what the heck it was.
"Don't try cooking again. Seriously. Don't," Wisely said, getting the gist of what had happened by reading the boy's thoughts.
"Can we...maybe not tell him about all this?" Allen asked, looking to the other male with a hopeful expression.
"None of this happened." The mind reader agreed, "However. I'm going to give you cooking lessons when we've cleaned up your mess. THEN you can try bragging about your 'mad cooking skills', capiche?"
"Capiche," Allen repeated, nodding.
He'd never really had any reason to learn to cook, so from Wisely actually sounded pretty good.
Kanda normally cooked... and before that, the hospital had made his meals. And then before that... well he'd been staying at Lena's, so she'd made him food. And even before that... he'd eaten stuff that didn't need cooking and anything he could heat up using boiling water or a microwave.
Of course...even before that point...Mana used to cook him meals. Although, thinking back on it, he never made anything too extravagant. Macaroni and cheese from the package, scrambled eggs with toast...simple things.
The memories brought a small smile to his face. "As sweet as those are, we should get started."
"Ah...sorry?"
Wisely pointed to the pots. "You scrape off the black stuff and I'll wipe down the counter and floor."
"Fair enough..." Allen sighed, as he set to work on his given task.
(* - *)
The process took longer than either of them cared to admit. Wisely even finding areas Allen himself wasn't so sure where they came from. He doubted those were his attempts though, considering those messes seemed older. By the time everything was cleaned as the day it was bought, it was already after two. "Food..." Allen whined, as he slumped over the table. "So...hungry...can't...go on..."
"Stop being melodramatic." Wisely sighed, taking the seat to the younger's right. "It wasn't that bad. You missed out on breakfast, big deal."
"You don't understand...I eat so much more than most people...super high metabolism."
"I wonder if that really is the case." Wisely said with a skeptical expression. "Either way. We're finally done...and I don't feel like cooking, much less teaching you at the moment...so we'll go out for lunch."
Timcanpy whined, having been watching them clean.
"Maybe we could go somewhere we can bring Tim." Allen thought, "Lord knows the poor thing gets bored silly when no one is home."
"Then perhaps you should get dressed, and out of pity, I'll pay for one-fourth the meal."
"Why only—?"
"Because I value my wallet's health."
"But my meals are so expensive," Allen groaned, already able to picture the high price of whatever he was going to get.
"Which is exactly why I'm not paying the full bill."
"You're mean." Pouted the silver-eyed male.
"And you're a glutton." Wisely jibed. "Get dressed, meet me and Tim by the door."
"Fine." Allen sighed in defeat.
His stomach growled.
"Urg..."
"Hurry up."
. . - * - . .
"What the fuck is this?" Kanda wouldn't lie. He was perhaps glad he didn't get the chance to eat anything just yet. Today left no time for such a thing. He was more than certain if he actually had food in his stomach, then it would've been in the floor of the crime scene he found himself on.
A hand placed itself on Kanda's shoulder, he didn't need to look to know it was Fou. "Yeah, worse than how I initially described it, isn't it?"
"This is wrong on far too many levels."
"The scenes lately just keep getting worse," the woman said, eyes running over the room they were in.
About to make a comment, he was stopped when his phone rang. Checking the device, he cursed as he answered, "Let me guess, you found the killer dead?"
"No." It sounded like...what was her name? Kiredori? Who else was female and spoke so little?
Someone else took the phone, and he could tell this voice belonged to Tokusa, "But perhaps death would be merciful for the state this poor son of a gun is in...you'll find out soon."
"If I ever find out who that son of a bitch behind the mask is, I'm going to make sure he's that well acquainted with my blade."
"And with Apocryphos?"
"What about the Apo-guy?"
"I'll cleave that son of a bitch with a cleaver. I don't want that sick and twisted...thing to have tainted my heirloom."
Fou nodded, crossing her arms, "Until then, we'll have to find all the damn body parts to send to Komui..." Her attention had then wandered over to her husband, who seemed worse for wear as he himself was examining the scene, "And in the meantime, I'll go stop Baka Bak from vomiting lunch all over the floor."
"Sounds like fun. Oh, Link just arrived, and yes Tewaku and Madarao our looking after the orphanage today. Thought you'd like to know."
"Fine then. And Goushi?"
"We sent him to look after your little fiancé. With recent events, we can't be too careful."
"I...actually appreciate that." Kanda begrudgingly admitted. "I need to finish up here, then I'll see the damage. Is that guy worse off than his victim was?"
"Like I said, death would've been merciful for the poor bastard." The line went dead after that, and Kanda couldn't help but wonder, was the killer truly worse off than the ones he killed here?
I didn't think it could get worse than... His eyes gave the area a once-over, trying not to really look at any of what was left.
"Hey, Special Agent Kanda, sir?" Kanda's gaze turned to the investigator that called out to him, "I think you might want to see this."
"What is it?" Asked the Japanese man. When he wasn't given an answer he clicked us tongue in annoyance, and headed to the other side of the room. What caught his attention made his stomach sink to the floor.
So pure, and yet not, has he not deceived you?
The freshest of breaths, but deathly to breathe
The angel is whom our holy father desires
But with you in his way, you're the spawn of hellfire.
A fallout is inevitable, you'll lose your beloved sinner.
All you know will fall apart.
What... the fuck?
"It's written in blood." Said the other man. "But we won't know whose blood until we send it to forensics."
"This bastard must've been with that guy..."
"Um...'that guy', sir?"
"Che." This was getting out of control. Not to mention stupid. Who the hell wrote in blood these days?
No, scratch that. Who wrote in blood ever? "God fucking dammit." He hissed. "Listen up, I'm going to check on another crime scene. Send me a copy of that BS on the wall, as well whatever other evidence seems relevant to the case."
"Yessir!" The nameless man said, before getting to work. Kanda meanwhile, had turned on his heel, and headed to the coordinates Tokusa had sent him via text in that instant.
(* - *)
"Holy fuck...is that a kid?" Kanda was in disbelief when he asked. Apparently, Tokusa wasn't kidding. The state of the person in question was barely alive as he watched the victim being carted into the ambulance.
"He may not have much of a chance." Tokusa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We don't have his name, but honestly, he can't be any older than fourteen."
"Apocryphos is a sick bastard." Pulling someone so young into something like this? Just what the hell was going on?
"It was him." Kiredori stated. "But...he was caught."
"Caught?" Kanda inquired.
The smallest in the group moved to the side, revealing a little girl who couldn't be any older than Lala. That fact alone made Kanda feel sick knowing someone that young had witnessed something like this. Taking a breath, Kanda walked to the little girl, and kneeled before her, she clung onto Kiredori's sleeve, trying to hide. "Don't be afraid."
The twin-braided girl released her sleeve, and started moving her hands while the little girl watched with focused eyes, before timidly nodding. "She's deaf, she cannot hear."
"Then how-she was with that boy." Kanda realized. "Ask her if she knows his name."
Kiredori translated the words to signs, and the girl was quick to answer back. "She says she knew that boy for a month. He only gave her a name of Alex, but nothing more."
"Damn..." Things really were going to shit. "Is she injured anywhere?"
"I do not think so."
"Ask for her name." Kanda ordered. Nodding once, she did as asked.
"Sarah," Kiredori translated.
"Does she have an address?" The Japanese male asked, wanting the girl removed from this place and back home ASAP.
After a quick exchange of hand signs between the two, the normally silent female looked up to Kanda with a nod. "She lives three blocks east of here."
"Someone take her home then."
"I'll do it," Kiredori offered.
As the two left, Kanda looked around. "Tell me something." He sighed, perhaps feeling more tired than he should be, "What else did you find on the scene?"
"So far, that kid headed for the ER is all we got." Tokusa said. "I'm sure Link already scoured the scene."
"Knowing him, yeah," Kanda agreed, before pushing his bangs back and groaning. "These cases just keep getting worse."
"They will only prove to become more so." Link's voice sounded. "I found the killer's body. Seems what really happened was this: Those kids both saw Apocryphos killing him, but only the boy was seen spying. Our "friendly priest" had given chase, all the while the boy hid the little girl."
"And worried for his safety, she follows, and perhaps gasps loudly, as she sees the scene unfurl..." Kanda finished.
"Most likely."
"Then it's a good this she wasn't attacked."
"Indeed." Tokusa agreed. "What else did you manage to find?"
"Not much," Link admitted.
Kanda groaned, feeling a strong migraine coming over him. "I hate my job right now."
"Let's hope the boy will survive and be up to telling us what occurred today." Link said. Kanda grunted his approval.
(* - *)
"Ah...so young..." Allen mused seeing the newest news on the TV.
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
I'll do what I want, the youngest thought, but swallowed what was in his mouth."But in all seriousness...I hope that kid is okay...I wonder what happened..."
Wisely shrugged. "Perhaps another victim for Apocryphos."
Allen's face visibly paled. "That doctor that wasn't an actual doctor?"
"That's the one. You're lucky he didn't get around to doing anything to you."
From white to green, Allen honestly felt like vomiting. He refused to let anyone but Yu touch him like that.
"Amen." The silver-eyed Brit bluntly stated. A smile grew on his face as he saw the camera switch to an interview. "Oh! Yu's giving a statement now!"
"This should be good...hey! May we have a speaker for the Telly?
"Huh? The TV?" Asked the server that was passing by their table.
Wisely groaned, before glaring at the confused teenaged girl, "GET. THE. SPEAKER! Post haste if you kindly will."
"Uh... sure!"
Allen watched the girl hurry off in search of the speaker. "You didn't have to be rude. Besides, you should try to remember that British vocabulary isn't something everyone in this country can understand."
"Everyone knows what a Telly is," Wisely stated.
"Yes, but I'm saying you should probably take that into consideration next time."
Wisely snorted. "Please, it's hardly my fault Americans are so uneducated."
"Don't be mean," Allen chided, and then took another bite of his food, eyes drifting back to the screen.
"I guess they're not yet interviewing...either that or Yu's being his normal prissy self."
"He's most definitely annoyed with the questions." The mind reader was tempted to laugh, but decided against it. "Oh? Isn't that Link? Looks like he's trying to be peace maker...and perhaps failing."
"H-Here you go!" A speaker was slammed on the table, before the server ran off.
"See what you did, Wise? You scared her." Allen pouted, before tuning the device presented. It wasn't long before the voices that matched the TV in question was found. "Oh, I guess it was a technical thing."
"We're sorry about that, Mr. Kanda..." A female's voice apologized. "I just got word the sound is now working...would you answer the question previously asked?"
"There's nothing to say." Kanda tersely stated. "At this point, we only know as much as you do on the case."
"It's weird seeing him so professional..." Allen mused.
Actually... he kinda liked it...
Maybe he could get his fiancé to act all serious like this the next time they role-played during sex.
"Did you really just think that?" Wisely asked, more astounded than upset.
"Uh...did I?" Allen asked. "What did I think again...?"
"Don't try that with me, idiot." Wisely warned the younger. "Let's just listen to what your fiancé has to say, who knows? Maybe you'll find out a little more of what he's been up to."
His cheeks warm, Allen turned his attention back to his fiancé.
"Mr. Kanda, what do you have to say about the recent events of killers of these scenes turning up dead only blocks away? These very instances seem very reminiscent of the Apocryphos incident months back." A male reporter stated.
"Special Agent Kanda, what are your feelings of the rumors of Apocryphos' being bailed out of jail by an insider?"
"As of right now, we are all on high alert to catch that man. I have never heard of that rumor, but I will be looking into it."
Like the vultures they were, the reporters began bombarding the man with question after question, and Allen had to admit, he was proud of the man for not going off on a rampage.
"He probably doesn't want to deal with what happens if he loses it on live television," Wisely commented offhandedly.
"I guess you're right." Allen said after quickly thinking it over. "I'm still impressed with his ability to stay cool...you've seen how he is with Lavi...and even me in cases."
"Yes, but those are three different types of 'losing it'." Sensing his companion's confusion, the eldest of the two sighed. "With the press, he'll most likely stick to swearing. With Lavi, it gets violent. And with you..." Wisely grimaced.
"Physical?" Allen supplied not-so-helpfully.
"Shut up and keep watching."
Allen stuck out his tongue, but otherwise turned to face the TV once again. This was a pretty long segment on the news, wasn't it? It must've been breaking news if that were the case.
"Special Agent Kanda, are you fearful that whoever is behind all this will eventually get to you, yourself?"
"Che. If you're going to repeat these questions, then this interview is over."
"Ah! Wait! Agent Kanda!"
"Don't waste my time with this," Kanda growled, and stalked away from the camera.
"Well..." Allen looked down at his food. "At least he didn't swear."
"I suppose that's an upside." Wisely decided after a short while. "I suppose we've loitered here long enough-oh?"
"Link?"
"I appologize for his actions. To answer your questions, we assure you that we are in fact working hard to find whoever his responsible for the release of that man, and the convict himself. That's all the time we have, thus this press questioning is over."
"Gotta love how he leaves no room for questions." Allen half laughed. "Good ol' Howard Link."
"Oh! May we have the check now please?" Allen called out to their actual server.
"Sure thing. I'll be back in a little while." He said, before heading to the back.
"Thanks."
Wisely poked Allen's arm. "Remember. I'm only paying for a fourth of your meal."
"Yeah... I know..." Damn.
. . - * - . .
When Allen returned home, he was surprised to see Lavi waiting outside his door. "What brings you here, Lavi?"
"Raku Kanda, huh?" Lavi said, taking the folder from his bag, and handed back to Allen, "I don't think this should be kept from Yu."
"Keep what from—?" Wisely had cut himself off, as his eyes trailed towards the folder Allen was accepting from the taller. When the image from Lavi's memory hit him, he found himself paling. "THAT MAN!"
"Wisely?" Allen asked.
"That... THAT GUY!"
Okay. Allen was worried. "Have you met him before?"
"That's was the bloody wanker that thought I was you!"
"You mean the day you ran over to the hospital?" Lavi asked in disbelief. "Al..."
"It's news to me too!" Allen defended himself. "Wisely—"
"He's also that same guy from your memory glimpse." Wisely interrupted. "They're one in the same."
Before anyone could get any louder, Allen unlocked the front door. He didn't want someone else accidentally hearing this. "We're going inside."
The other two males nodded, going in when prompted.
(* - *)
"Let me get this straight," Lavi said, feeling a migraine coming on. "Raku Kanda is Crowned Clown...may be a little mentally unstable...working under Apocryphos...and is super jealous of Yu's happiness...all because his partner died?"
"In...a nutshell." Allen admitted. "But some of what you said about Raku is new to me...I never got the chance to read what you did."
"And he thought you were Allen." Lavi clarified, pointing at Wisely. "I guess that part is a little understandable...except for...y'know, slightly darker skin and gold eyes over silver."
"Thank you captain obvious." Wisely sneered. He sighed, before tilting his head back on the couch he was seated on. "Things seemed to have become more complicated than they originally are...and you said Lenalee had come into contact with him once?"
"While delivering an album to Komui, as she told me."
Wisely groaned, running a hand through his white hair. "This is all kinds of messed up..."
"Understatement of the century I'm sure." Lavi agreed. "But...now that we know so much...what are—Allen, you gonna answer that?"
"Uh...yeah..." The youngest said, as he pulled out his ringing phone. "It's Eliade?"
"Why are you questioning it?"
"I guess...I didn't expect to hear from her." He admitted, before answering. "Eliade? Huh? Wait, what?"
"What's going on," Lavi whispered, nudging Wisely, who was listening in on their friend's conversation by reading the boy's thought.
"Literally nothing to do with this." He told Lavi. "Apparently, she's calling for advice. Seems Krory doesn't wish for Eliade to help with the storefront ...at least until the baby comes."
Allen nodded his affirmative, before going back to his phone call.
"But why call Allen?"
"Because Kanda isn't always fond of Allen working. He can relate to that." Allen's form visibly flinched as he turned to glare at Wisely.
'Stop picking my brain like that' he mouthed, "I'm sorry, what was that, Eliade?"
"So our dear Moyashi-chan is like a pregnant woman?"
Still talking to Eliade, Allen punched Lavi in the arm.
"Ow..."
"Served you right, dumb rabbit."
"Cruel, Wise...cruel..."
Ignoring the comment, Wisely decided to correct Lavi's earlier remark, "Allen works. Kanda believes there's no need for him to do so."
"Huh. I didn't know about that."
"Kanda makes a lot, so Allen doesn't actually have to work. However, we both know he's incredibly stubborn and hates having everything done for him."
"Right..." The red-head mumbled, eye on the youngest in the room. "Still... he should just let himself be pampered."
"Ah, one moment Eliade." Allen covered the receiver, once again giving his companions 'the look', "Yu might be fine and dandy if I were a stay-at-home...whatever I would be, but I'm not."
"What's wrong with that?" Asked Lavi. "Sounds like it'd be pretty rad."
"I'm not okay with being a freeloader. Even if I have to force it to him, I do what I can to pay half the rent." With that said, Allen went back to his call, "Sorry about that, Eliade."
Lavi looked at Wisely and grinned.
"Don't say it," the white-haired man warned.
Lavi opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't you dare."
Lavi stepped away from the others and, feeling pretty good about himself, he said, "Even if he wasn't working, I'm sure he'd still be 'paying his half of the rent'."
It was in that next instant, where Lavi found himself kissing the floor.
Allen stepped on the red-head's back, the sadistic glare on his face rivalling only that of his fiancé's. "Could you please give me a moment, Eliade." After listening to the woman's response, the young Brit further dug his heel into his friend. "What was that, Rabbit?"
"Bah! Uncle! I give! I won't do it again!"
Allen pressed a little harder against the begging red-head, before finally showing mercy. "Don't you ever say anything like that again. Capiche?"
"Even if he agrees, we both know he'll eventually do it again," Wisely interjected, boringly watching the two.
"Of course I know...but I wonder what Lenalee would say or do if I ever let slip that little incident from late last year~?"
Wisely blinked looking to Lavi in complete disbelief. "You actually did something as foolish as that?!"
"I do a lot of things...which are you talking about...?"
"Hoh? There's more I can use against you? Do tell."
"Nice try, li'l buddy." Lavi said crossing his arms. He seemed triumphant, as he continued, "With my perfect memory, I already know you really don't got shit on me."
Allen merely shrugs, the grin never leaving. "Think of it this way, I know it never happened, you know it never happened...but for all our sweet, caring, and beloved Lenalee, who's she more likely to believe?"
"Diabolical..." Wisely breathed, both completely impressed, and frightened at the same time.
Allen's face slowly morphed from the current devilish expression to an angelic one. The purest of innocence. "Lenalee! Lenalee! I was told to never speak of this by Lavi!"
Lavi and Wisely could only gape.
"It killed me inside keeping something so important from you...but the truth is...Lavi tried to do something I wasn't okay with doing!"
Deciding to help Lavi out a bit, Wisely gestured to the phone in Allen's hand. "Shouldn't you go back to that. It's not right to keep a lady waiting."
"Making sure Lavi behaves himself for the time being." Allen said with a shrug, before picking up the call once more, "I'm sorry about that, I had a problem named Lavi to deal with."
"So mean." Lavi pouted.
"If you weren't such an idiot, you wouldn't get into these kinds of situations as often as you do," Wisely told the red-head.
"But the opportunity was too good to pass up though..."
"Then pass it up next time." Retorted the ex-NOAH.
"Now why would I do that?"
You're right. There's no way a suicidal idiot would ever do that, the ex-NOAH thought to himself.
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And scene! Here ends the chapter...and poor Allen...all he wanted was food...and he nearly burns down the kitchen...you really can't leave him alone for five minutes.
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