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                                  [WARNING: Slight Shonen-Ai] [PG]

     A piano. I never knew it was mine, but I was the only one who could play it. It seemed like I didn’t need any skill to figure it out, my fingers just moved on their own while I gazed just like a child seeing a pianist for the first time. I never understood my bad luck, and why in some ways I was so much luckier than anyone I knew. I doubted that any of them knew how to play my piano just right.
     Anyways, the piano only made me realize that even though I’d been in so many places in my life, my mind still observed so many new things. I’d never had a friend that lasted, I never really talked to girls that much, and many other miniscule things that didn’t matter. Since I joined the Order, I saw so many new people and felt emotions I’d never encountered before. I didn’t know how I was supposed to react when Lenalee smiled at me or when Lavi randomly attacked, and it was such a weird feeling, not knowing what to do when they seemed so comfortable doing it. I felt unattached; somewhere along the line there had been some miscommunication.
     “Allen, why are you still here? I thought you’d be in the cafeteria already,” Lavi said, opening my door without a knock. I was laying down on my side, staring at a blank wall. To be honest, I didn’t know why I hadn’t gone to the cafeteria. I was hungry, but then again I wasn’t.
     “I don’t know,” I answered after a moment or two. Lavi walked in, closing the door behind him. I glanced over at him with a blank expression on my face.
     “What’s up with you lately? It’s like you avoid everyone, even on missions,” Lavi told me bluntly, crouching down in front of my face so I was forced to look at his face. I sat up, bringing my knees up so I could set my chin on it. I should have known someone would have noticed, but I hadn’t thought much about it. “Are you depressed or something?”
     “Uh… Something like that.” I tried to answer him, but not be direct. I’d aimed for subtle, but didn’t hit the target.
     “Come on, Allen, you can tell me! I won’t tell a soul!” Lavi exclaimed, putting his right hand over his heart. I glared at him, lifting an eyebrow. He sighed. “Fine, not even Gramps!”
     I sighed, relaxing my legs a bit. “Everything’s so new to me. I traveled the world without even looking at where I was. I’m afraid of asking someone for help. They’d just pity me like most do. Hell, I bet you glance at me pitifully too, every once in awhile!” I explained, using my left hand for gestures. “I want to chose my own path, but how am I supposed to do that when the only things I’m good at is things I had no control over?! I--”
     I froze. While flipping my hand around, Lavi had caught it and stopped me from going on. I didn’t have my glove on, and began to get paranoid to if he thought my hand was gross. I felt my lip twitch and my gaze wandered down to my feet.
     “Allen. You need to stop worrying so much about other peoples’ opinions. Especially people you don’t even know. You--”
     I snatched my hand away quickly, getting angry at him. “If you don’t understand, don’t give me this lecture! You try walking around with a red pentacle on your face, white hair, and a blood red hand and see what kind of glanced you get! And then come back here and tell me what you have to say!” I yelled in his face. He narrowed his eyes at me.
     “I may not know what it’s like, but you make it worse when you worry so much! And, by the way, the things people are good at--”
     “Lavi! I made a promise that I would chose my own path, and having to deal with Noah’s, Innocence, and my scar, and that STUPID piano are not my choices! “ I screamed, furious. My voice echoed through the closed room for a moment or so, and a tension-filled silence followed. I’d never felt that sort of tension in the air before, it was almost like electricity. It wasn’t awkward, it felt sort of enjoyable. It made my blood boil under my skin, and my hair stand on end. I could feel my heart beating through my ribs.
     “A… Allen,” Lavi murmured, like he didn’t know what to say. My breathing spiked, and I could feel my heart skip a beat after he said my name. He looked at me with green fires in his eyes, and I wondered what was in mine. Unconsciously,  I bolted for the door and slammed it behind me. Lavi didn’t even move from the bed after I trapped him inside.
     “Wha…?” I asked myself. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my fingers kept twitching. My skin was still electrified, my lips trembling. The air felt heavy, making my breaths even more uneven than they were already. I had no idea what that feeling throughout my body was, but I wished I hadn’t ran away. Leaning against the door, I could hear Lavi breathing. I didn’t understand why that sound was suddenly so loud and full of importance. I closed my eyes, focusing on my heartbeat. Thoughts ran through my mind, but none of them made much sense. About the only thing I could understand was the question "Should I go back inside?". I heard the bed squeak, and footsteps up to the door.
     “Sorry, Allen…”
     I sighed nervously, blinking my eyes a couple times. What is this feeling? The sensation makes my skin crawl, but in a good way. It feels different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It...

Description
                                  [WARNING: Slight Shonen-Ai] [PG]

     A piano. I never knew it was mine, but I was the only one who could play it. It seemed like I didn’t need any skill to figure it out, my fingers just moved on their own while I gazed just like a child seeing a pianist for the first time. I never understood my bad luck, and why in some ways I was so much luckier than anyone I knew. I doubted that any of them knew how to play my piano just right.
     Anyways, the piano only made me realize that even though I’d been in so many places in my life, my mind still observed so many new things. I’d never had a friend that lasted, I never really talked to girls that much, and many other miniscule things that didn’t matter. Since I joined the Order, I saw so many new people and felt emotions I’d never encountered before. I didn’t know how I was supposed to react when Lenalee smiled at me or when Lavi randomly attacked, and it was such a weird feeling, not knowing what to do when they seemed so comfortable doing it. I felt unattached; somewhere along the line there had been some miscommunication.
     “Allen, why are you still here? I thought you’d be in the cafeteria already,” Lavi said, opening my door without a knock. I was laying down on my side, staring at a blank wall. To be honest, I didn’t know why I hadn’t gone to the cafeteria. I was hungry, but then again I wasn’t.
     “I don’t know,” I answered after a moment or two. Lavi walked in, closing the door behind him. I glanced over at him with a blank expression on my face.
     “What’s up with you lately? It’s like you avoid everyone, even on missions,” Lavi told me bluntly, crouching down in front of my face so I was forced to look at his face. I sat up, bringing my knees up so I could set my chin on it. I should have known someone would have noticed, but I hadn’t thought much about it. “Are you depressed or something?”
     “Uh… Something like that.” I tried to answer him, but not be direct. I’d aimed for subtle, but didn’t hit the target.
     “Come on, Allen, you can tell me! I won’t tell a soul!” Lavi exclaimed, putting his right hand over his heart. I glared at him, lifting an eyebrow. He sighed. “Fine, not even Gramps!”
     I sighed, relaxing my legs a bit. “Everything’s so new to me. I traveled the world without even looking at where I was. I’m afraid of asking someone for help. They’d just pity me like most do. Hell, I bet you glance at me pitifully too, every once in awhile!” I explained, using my left hand for gestures. “I want to chose my own path, but how am I supposed to do that when the only things I’m good at is things I had no control over?! I--”
     I froze. While flipping my hand around, Lavi had caught it and stopped me from going on. I didn’t have my glove on, and began to get paranoid to if he thought my hand was gross. I felt my lip twitch and my gaze wandered down to my feet.
     “Allen. You need to stop worrying so much about other peoples’ opinions. Especially people you don’t even know. You--”
     I snatched my hand away quickly, getting angry at him. “If you don’t understand, don’t give me this lecture! You try walking around with a red pentacle on your face, white hair, and a blood red hand and see what kind of glanced you get! And then come back here and tell me what you have to say!” I yelled in his face. He narrowed his eyes at me.
     “I may not know what it’s like, but you make it worse when you worry so much! And, by the way, the things people are good at--”
     “Lavi! I made a promise that I would chose my own path, and having to deal with Noah’s, Innocence, and my scar, and that STUPID piano are not my choices! “ I screamed, furious. My voice echoed through the closed room for a moment or so, and a tension-filled silence followed. I’d never felt that sort of tension in the air before, it was almost like electricity. It wasn’t awkward, it felt sort of enjoyable. It made my blood boil under my skin, and my hair stand on end. I could feel my heart beating through my ribs.
     “A… Allen,” Lavi murmured, like he didn’t know what to say. My breathing spiked, and I could feel my heart skip a beat after he said my name. He looked at me with green fires in his eyes, and I wondered what was in mine. Unconsciously,  I bolted for the door and slammed it behind me. Lavi didn’t even move from the bed after I trapped him inside.
     “Wha…?” I asked myself. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my fingers kept twitching. My skin was still electrified, my lips trembling. The air felt heavy, making my breaths even more uneven than they were already. I had no idea what that feeling throughout my body was, but I wished I hadn’t ran away. Leaning against the door, I could hear Lavi breathing. I didn’t understand why that sound was suddenly so loud and full of importance. I closed my eyes, focusing on my heartbeat. Thoughts ran through my mind, but none of them made much sense. About the only thing I could understand was the question "Should I go back inside?". I heard the bed squeak, and footsteps up to the door.
     “Sorry, Allen…”
     I sighed nervously, blinking my eyes a couple times. What is this feeling? The sensation makes my skin crawl, but in a good way. It feels different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It...