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Chapter 19--Lazy Days

Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.

---Anonymous

December 26

Lavi didn't know a lot about kissing or dating or relationships in general, but he couldn't help but bounce a little when Yuu left the room to use the bathroom. After they'd kissed, they had quickly retreated upstairs so that the relatives wouldn't see something that at this point they wanted private. And then they'd talked. Talked and talked and talked.

Well, no.

Lavi had talked. Chattered, really, but he wasn't really counting that. He'd been happy--overjoyed, even--and for once, the shadow Bookman had left in his departing wake had not appeared in the dark side of Lavi's brain.That thought also made his stomach flip and squirm in that really uncomfortable--yet oddly soothing--way that he had become accustomed to every time Yuu looked at him.

The conversation, once it could be discerned over the sound of Lavi's babbling, hadn't been that long. And Yuu had asked Lavi on a date. Well, sort of. It had been the wafting sound of Lenalee's voice through the vent that had told them to go out, and Yuu had taken the hint. But still, that meant they were going on a date.

The next morning, as he showered, Lavi hummed softly to himself, feeling rather contented, and let the pressure of the shower head pummel away the constant anxiety caused by Bookman's existence. While nothing else had been heard from the old man, the redhead nevertheless remained wary of possible attacks. He knew he was supposed to be terminated, and seeing as Bookman now knew he was still alive, he expected the final blow to come at any moment from any direction. Unlike his apprentice, Bookman could sneak, could hide and strike him down, ancient though he was.

He let himself luxuriate in the shower for a while, a joy he usually was never allowed due to time constraints. It was nice just to sit and think. And just as it had been all morning, the second his brain was given any freedom, it was back to the kisses they had shared the previous night, both the first one (especially the first one) and the many that had followed, intermittently dispersed throughout the mostly one-sided conversation Lavi had led. Without realizing it, his brain was focusing on the exact sensation of Yuu's lips on his cheek, on his forehead, on his own lips, until he began to flush and had to turn the temperature down.

Shivering, he stepped out of the shower and pulled his towel close. With careful steps, he returned to Yuu's room, in which an extra bed had been made for him. The dark-haired boy was absent, having probably left to go downstairs at Tiedoll's request. Lavi carefully selected his clothes, dressed, and went to see if his hypothesis was correct.

It was, naturally, but Lavi had always had a good eye for getting the details (he thought he had heard Tiedoll yelling over the roar of the shower).

"Mornin', Yuu-chan!" Lavi said, coming up behind the Japanese boy. He waited for a fraction of a second before putting his arms around him from behind. To his surprise, Yuu did not flinch, though he was rather tense. He relaxed, first in his shoulders and then down his arms and back, after a few seconds. Which was good. He was making visible progress. Tiedoll hummed and smiled in what Lavi could only describe as a devious manner.

"Good morning, Lavi," Yuu said, though he sounded much less enthused. He turned around and slid his hands around Lavi's sides. Tiedoll left the kitchen, winking as he went. Lavi tried not to blanch. "You look a little pale, Rabbit, bad dreams, or was your shower just that cold?"

Lavi spluttered. "I-it... what are you...?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm saying." Yuu was barely an inch shorter than him, so he had to lean down to place his lips on Lavi's neck. "There, now you've got some color on you. Don't let it happen again."

"Eh?"

Yuu walked over to the cupboards and started getting ingredients out for pancakes. But what in the name of the Pillsbury Doughboy did he mean? And what was that little show? Yuu had obviously changed somewhat over the course of the last couple of hours, and Lavi didn't do well with change, didn't know how to react to it, sending him flying out into uncharted territory. Which was scary.

All through breakfast, Yuu did not speak. Then, after Lavi had finished and the dishes were done, he told Lavi to grab his coat and headed toward the door. His hand shot out at the wall, and he lifted a set of keys from the brass hooks by the door to the garage. He led Lavi to the car--a different one from the dark green Chevy minivan that Tiedoll drove. Gleaming, freshly waxed, a Honda Pilot awaited them. It was blacker than Yuu's hair and at least five times as lustrous. Lavi recalled seeing another car when he'd gotten here, but apparently his observational skills were atrophying away from disuse, wasting away into thin air.

"Wow, nice," he said. He did not have much knowledge of cars, Bookman having deemed it feeble and not worth tracking, but the sun was out and Lavi had never seen such shine in a car. The ones he was used to were caked in mud, frosted with loose dirt, and topped with at least six inches of heavy-duty armor. This was nothing like the tanks he had ridden in. Maybe he was growing a masculine fondness for cars.

"It wasn't this nice earlier. Marie must have cleaned it off. Idiot probably wanted to take Miranda somewhere. Che, you snooze..."

"You think it's alright for us to take it?" Lavi asked. He fiddled with the safety belt just to have something to do with his hands.

"He'd have put a note on the fridge if he really wanted it. Agh, dammit, Marie, what is this drivel?" As the ignition caught and the motor flared, an old love ballad came on. There was a gratuitous amount of horn, and then the strings rose up in a crescendo. Yuu scowled deeply. Reaching above Lavi's head, he pulled a disk from the sun visor and switched it out. An explosion of sound issued forth, carrying with it a bass line that shook the whole car. The loose change in the passenger-side's door jingled to the beat. Lavi smiled. This was very Yuu.

The gleaming automobile made its way down the quintessential suburban no outlet and out into the equally quaint old style city. It still held bits of its rustic 1600's charm, the red brick standing starkly out from the piles of snow that seemed to be trying to obscure every surface with its deadly fluff. Lavi hated the snow. He hated how the northern and eastern states always seemed to have an overabundance of it.

"So, Yuu, where are we going?" The redhead asked as they passed the shopping mall Lenalee had taken him to the day before and pulled into a driveway a few blocks down.

"We're going to see a movie," Yuu said simply, turning the wheel abruptly and settling the car into its parking place.

"Really?" He'd never been to a movie theater before. Yeah, he'd seen movies, but never like most people did and they were never movies in the entertainment sense. They had always been historical films, or recordings of secret proceedings. He was suddenly really excited.

"Yes, really. Now come on, it'll be starting soon."

They exited the car and entered the tall, glass-walled building where Lavi was immediately hit with with the strong smell that had to be something between grease, charcoal, and that weird black stuff that was scrapped off the inside of a fryer at a McFood Stand once a month. But then they passed the concession stands and it all sort of made sense.

He waited off to the side as Yuu went and procured their tickets from the kiosk. The line was pretty long, so he took the time to take everything in. He didn't want to miss anything. The place was packed full of people. Children giggled excitedly as their parents led them down the various hallways filled with doors; the dark blue carpet was stained with popcorn and soda and the occasional bit of pizza; there were cardboard cutouts of actors, though Lavi felt a bit out of his league here, seeing as he had no idea who any of them were. But all awkwardness was soon forgotten as a hand came to rest on his upper arm and slowly lead him away from his little spot next to the poster for the "next big teen romance" that was based on that shitty book that a girl in some campus coffee shop had been jabbering about.

They made their way through the crowd of people that had gathered at the usher's station to be told where their theaters were. The tickets were taken and they moved down the hall. Fourth door on the left. The auditorium was large and the crowd was dispersed through the several levels of seats. They chose--well, Yuu chose, because he was leading the way, but that was beside the point--two seats around the middle of the row, three or four rows from the bottom. Lavi couldn’t get an exact count at that moment because theater-goers were packing into the theater like people on the subway in Japan during rush hour, and there was a rather indignant child kicking his heel as his dark-haired companion pulled him into his seat.

The crowd dispersed to their seats as the lights in the theater dimmed. Lavi fidgeted in his seat--being in the dark with a group of people he didn’t know at his back made him uncomfortable. Like he was inviting one of them to stab him in the back. The screen flickered to life with a commercial for the National Guard. The redhead nearly leapt into the air when someone kicked the back of his chair. He strained to hear over the booming speakers and his eyes were trained on the entrance-way. It just got worse with each passing preview; there was just so much to take in. So much that he could be missing, like the whole of the movie, or the enjoyment he was supposed to be getting out of this--spending time with Yuu. Instead he was paranoid about every crunch of every kernel of popcorn in the background.

Something grabbed his hand and he froze.

“Lavi, relax, will you?” A voice whispered sharply to him.

The redhead forced himself to relax, leaning back into the stiff, slightly rough seat. Looking over at his companion, he tried to smile, but it came out all awkward and obvious that he was still nervous.

Yuu looked at him with understanding, and then turned his attention back to the screen. Then he smirked, that same sardonic, confident smile that he would always give and said, “Do you really believe that I would take you somewhere that he could find you without me noticing? I won’t let him hurt you; I swore that I would protect you, so enjoy the movie and relax.”

And he didn’t let go of Lavi’s hand. Not that the redhead minded at all.

Yuu had chosen well, Lavi thought. There was a lot of action and a bit of shooting, but there was no war and it seemed like it was meant as a parody. Lavi had no experience on which to rely, but he thought the actors spoke their lines well.

About twenty minutes in, Yuu’s hand left his. He’d been slowly taking popcorn piece-by-piece with his left hand, always keeping a secure hold on Lavi with his right. Its presence was replaced with a cold wind. Lavi looked over at Yuu. Then the hand moved to his knee.

The touch shouldn’t have felt electrifying, but it did. After a few moments, Yuu’s thumb started to move, gently caressing in that mindless back-and-forth motion. Oddly enough, it soothed him, though not enough to flatten the hairs on the back of his neck.

As the movie went on, Lavi’s attention drifted more and more to the hand, which seemed to be travelling somewhat. Like it had a Lavi Metro card and could go wherever it damned well wanted on his body. It scooped inside his thigh the higher it went.

“Relax,” Yuu hissed at him. Lavi leaned toward Yuu’s ear. That just allowed the hand to move further inward.

“How can I?” He whispered.

Yuu smirked. On screen the main character and his female sidekick were staring at each other with what Lavi supposed was lust but which actually looked a lot more like constipation on the woman’s part. Yuu’s hand moved back to safer territory and then went straight to the junction of his hip and thigh. Lavi hoped his gasp didn’t carry. The room was pretty large.

---

To be honest, Lavi couldn’t say he remembered much of the film. Though nothing untoward had gone down, he could barely recall anything but the feeling of Yuu’s hand running over the top of his thigh.

Near the end of the film, Yuu had leaned in to make a derogatory comment about one of the characters. He spoke gently in Lavi’s ear, far closer than necessary, his lips brushing the shell of his ear just tentative enough to incite a shiver down Lavi’s spine.

“Are you hungry?” Yuu asked as they got into the Pilot. A bit of road dust now mingled along the bottom of the car’s frame.

“Yeah,” Lavi said. Actually his stomach had the wiggles. Yuu’s hand was in his again.

“I’m taking you to the good Greek place, then,” he said.

“Okay.”

The drive was a little long, maybe twenty minutes, and when they got there, it was packed. On the outside, the yellow building was decorated with columns and olive leaves. Thankfully it was done in actual Greek style--though Lavi had never been to a Greek restaurant before, he’d seen the exterior decorations of several done in Roman arches, which was just plain insulting. Yuu held the door open for Lavi, and the redhead smiled at him. He was being such a perfect gentleman it was almost scary. Lavi feared that someone had given him a lobotomy.

They had to wait in line to reach the hostess. “How many?” She asked.

“Two,” Yuu said.

“And the name?”

“Kanda.”

Nope. That was Yuu alright. He was glaring at the hostess.

“Your wait will be about forty minutes, is that alright?” The hostess asked with a tight smile. Yuu nodded.

“Baka,” he said as they walked over to stand in a less populated corner.

“What did she do to you?” Lavi asked.

“Fucking bimbo tried to get Daisya kicked out of here once. Has the gall not to remember the name of the man who almost got her fired.” Yuu clenched his unoccupied fist (they were still holding hands).

“Oh.”

“Did you like the movie?”

“Bit keen on changing the subject, are you?” Lavi stuck out his tongue.

“Shut up and answer the question.”

“It’s a bit difficult to do both at once.” Yuu raised an eyebrow and managed to look menacing at the same time. “I liked it.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, the acting was good.” Not this topic. Anything but this topic. Lavi considered himself smart. He also considered himself to be a good liar (when need be), but for the first time he understood how his classmates felt when the big test came up. He’d watched the movie, but he hadn’t retained a thing.

Yuu’s scowl slowly rose until he was smirking. There was a glint in his eye as he spoke. “Was it? I thought the woman who played Samantha was rather wooden.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that...” Lavi wrung his brain for any droplet of information that could help move this conversation forward without incriminating himself. He remembered the big explosions. “Great effects, though.”

“Tell me, Lavi,” Yuu said, getting closer. “Did you actually pay attention?”

“No,” Lavi said. His head drooped a little.

“Good. Because it was a piece of filth. I got bored, so I decided to mess with you. I’m glad it worked.” His smirk grew as he put a bit more distance between them. They were in public, after all.

Lavi blushed.

“Next time I’ll take you to a better film, okay?” Yuu said. Lavi nodded.

They managed to amuse themselves until they were called to their table. It was quaint and in a corner--nowhere near the window, but at least it was private. They were in a small alcove next to some four-person booths. Lavi thought he recognized someone’s voice, but he wrote it off as nothing. If he wasn’t hallucinating it entirely, the voice probably belonged to someone from a class he’d had.

Once at the table, a busser came by and asked for drinks. Lavi ordered water (“can I have a lime slice instead of a lemon slice?”) while Yuu ordered tea (“green, if you have it. And none of that Lipton shit.”). The busser rolled his eyes but scrawled their orders down and went off.

When their drinks arrived, Yuu swiped Lavi’s straw from the table. “Here, you’ll enjoy this. I think it’s stupid, but Tiedoll and Lenalee used to always do it to attempt to cheer me up. Idiots.” He tapped the straw on the table a few times, such that the paper wrapper began to slide down and gather near the bottom. When it was all compact, Yuu removed the wrapper and set it on the table. He stuck the straw into Lavi’s drink and then pressed his thumb to the top of the straw. Carefully, he moved the straw out of the water, bringing it to hover over the wrapper. Removing his thumb with just as much concern, a single drop of water hit the bundled wrapper, causing it to extend, snakelike. Lavi smiled--he’d never seen this trick before.

“That’s so cool!” Lavi exclaimed, watching as Yuu let another drop fall on the end that hadn’t been saturated enough. He clapped with glee.

“Told you you’d like it,” he said, relinquishing Lavi’s straw to the water. He had that look on--the one with the fond smile that usually preceded a hair ruffling.

After dinner (super tasty, in Lavi’s opinion) Yuu took him to a small, local ice cream parlor and let him go crazy with his order. They sat talking for a while, Lavi intermittently offering Yuu large bites of his double-scoop tower of chocolate-peanut butter delight. He wouldn’t touch it and seemed to find Lavi’s gummiworm-laden creation repulsive.

They got home around ten thirty. They tried to be quiet, but as they opened the adjoining door from the garage to the house, they noticed Tiedoll in the kitchen. He was wearing something terrifyingly frilly. Lavi knew, logically, that it had to be an apron, but even when he shook his head to clear it, the pastel floral pattern would not compute. The Frenchman was singing quietly to himself in his mother tongue, scraping at dishes while swaying his hips in what could be interpreted as a sort of dance-in-place exercise.

Beside Lavi, Yuu snorted. “Let’s leave him, I don’t want to deal with that.”

He grabbed Lavi’s hand and hurried him up the stairs and into his room. Then he closed and locked the door. Lavi sat down on the other boy’s bed. Yuu joined him.

And then they just sort of sat there, awkward, shifting, not quite knowing what to do.

“Hey, Yuu?” Lavi said finally.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, had a good time... today.” He stared down at his twiddling thumbs, feeling all jittery.

“Me too.” Yuu’s voice was soft. Uncharacteristic though it might seem, he sounded like he’d let down some defenses.

“I don’t get it,” Lavi thought, and abruptly realized he’d said it aloud.

“Get what?” Yuu asked.

“Uh, nothing.” More thumb twiddling was needed. He started to kick his legs, just to get some of the weird energy out.

“No, what?”

“Why are you all... like this?” Lavi gestured broadly at Yuu’s torso.

“That gives me nothing. Be specific, idiot, or shut up.”

“I mean, you’ve been very--” Lavi paused, unsure of the word he was looking for. “--civil today. No, not civil, more like pleasant. No, that’s not right either. I don’t mean that you’re unpleasant. I mean, you’re hard around the edges, sure, but not unpleasant, and you’re always very polite, and I’m not entirely sure what I mean. I guess I think you’re being more... free?”

Yuu blinked. His mouth was very slightly agape. “What in the name of Tiedoll’s frilly apron are you talking about, Lavi?”

“You got... different from last night.”

“How?”

“You’re more open. What happened? Before you were all shut down, and then abruptly you were okay, and then you were tossing your knives, and then you were making me blush and patronizing me, and then you were sweet the entire d--the entire date.”

Yuu just smiled. “I’m not as broken as you think I am. I’m allowed to get better. I... wanted you to have a good time today, and if that meant putting aside personal problems, then that was what was going to happen.”

“Huh?”

“And I’m happy. Did you ever consider that?”

“Wha...?”

Yuu scooted closer to him, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, reached over with his other hand and caressed Lavi’s cheekbone. And then he smiled.

The smile met his eyes.

Lavi had hoped there’d be kissing after the date, but he hadn’t really meant to initiate it. He wasn’t even sure if that was a good idea. And yeah, Yuu flinched a little, and his hands came immediately to clench about Lavi’s biceps, but then he relaxed and his lips softened. Lavi pulled back, and Yuu gasped. He looked a little dazed.

“Not expecting that?” Lavi asked. He stuck out his tongue. Yuu’s grip on his arms loosened.

“C-come here,” he said, lying down on the bed. As he adjusted, his arms moved to Lavi’s shoulders and pulled him down too.

Their lips met again, soft this time, and something huge and explosive and bubbling burst in Lavi’s chest. He smiled against Yuu’s lips and let the other boy take control, even though he was effectively pinning him down.

Kissing was still sort of wet, but Lavi thought he was getting the hang of it. He was unsure with his tongue, but Yuu wasn’t gagging, so he had to be doing something right. As he removed his tongue for a moment, Yuu leaned in more and nibbled Lavi’s lower lip. Something searing cut down through Lavi’s body to his stomach. He moved his hands from Yuu’s shoulders, rubbing them up and down the Japanese boy’s arms. Yuu took one of his hands in his own and moved it to his chest, pressed Lavi’s thumb with his own into approximately the point where his nipple should be. The redhead felt something hard beneath the heavy flannel shirt Yuu was wearing. He couldn’t say he’d ever felt anyone else’s chest like this before. Lavi’s knees started to shake. He needed to avoid falling on the slighter boy, so he fell to his side. Now on Yuu’s level, he found that touching him required a lot less effort, though the mattress sort of got in the way.

“We’re still really bad at this,” Lavi said when they parted again. Yuu’s hand was still on top of Lavi’s, which was over his clothed stomach. Progress, Lavi supposed, but he wasn’t really thinking that. His groin hurt.

“No, you’re still really bad at this,” Yuu said, smiling and pressing his lips to whatever bit of Lavi was nearest him (his arm).

“Uh, Yuu, we probably shouldn’t...” Lavi said as the other boy pulled him closer, about to engage him in another kiss.

“Why not?”

Lavi squirmed a little. “I’m not, um... I really want to, but Bookman always said that I shouldn’t do anything that’d lead to--and well, I mean, you’re not really ready, are you, and I’m not entirely sure, uh, that I am either.”

Yuu sat up. “Okay, first off. We are not going to have sex. If that’s what you thought. I can’t deal with that. Not yet. And second off, fuck Bookman--oh, that’s a disgusting thought--to hell with Bookman. Do what your body wants.”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant! I thought that there might be, uh, touching or something, but not sex, and I’m really not sure what you mean but what my body wants, and I--”

Why was nothing coming out right? Why was it all jumbled?

“Lavi,” Yuu said, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Let it rest.” He kissed the redhead lightly. Then, holding both his hands, Yuu pushed him down and began to kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. They were all gentle kisses, ending with a light nip at the end of his clavicle. Yuu’s hands roamed up and down Lavi’s torso, brushing his arms, lingering at his sides, playing with his waistband at times. But Yuu never went below the clothing. Never once did his hand touch actual skin.

That was a limit, Lavi realized, something Yuu could not go past at the moment, something Lavi was pretty damned sure he himself could not go past either.

---

Yuu awoke with a sore neck. He took a deep breath, organizing in his mind his situation. He was contorted into some sort of human pretzel; Lavi was sprawled almost completely beneath him. His shoulder dug into Lavi’s sternum, so the boy was sort of huffing to get a breath in. Yuu gathered his limbs and rolled off of his redheaded mattress.

Nudging his slippers out from beneath his bed with his toes, Yuu stood up. It wasn’t quite chilly enough in his room to merit his robe, so he’d do without. He went downstairs only to find Tiedoll in his corner of the kitchen (the part that reeked of oil paints and turpentine), adding broad strokes to the background of a five-by-five canvas he’d been working on for weeks.

“You ever gonna finish that?” Yuu asked as he rummaged through the cupboards for mixing bowls.

Tiedoll answered with a grunt.

“You want waffles or pancakes?”

Another grunt in response. Yuu sighed and got out the flour. It all started there anyway. Though Lavi did like pancakes better. Cracking an egg to put in the bowl, Yuu looked out the window. The stupid birds were chirping at their nest on the sill, but that nest had an odd, charcoal point seeming to come out of the side...

He narrowed his eyes as the charcoal point failed to move with the breeze that shook the trees in the backyard. Washing his hands, he scanned the room for a coat. Daisya’s was out, of course, over the couch, and Tiedoll’s was hung up on the stand by the door, overlarge and cuffed with lace. Marie’s was nowhere to be seen, so Yuu bucked up his pride and slipped Tiedoll’s on. It was chilly outside. He zipped upstairs and grabbed his sword, worrying only for his abandoned pancake batter as he stepped through the door.

It had snowed a good deal overnight, leaving icicles easily longer than Tiedoll and twice the size of Yuu’s neck. And he had a good neck. Full of muscles. And stuff.

His slippers were the drenched by the time he reached the corner of the house. If he turned the corner, he’d come nearly face-to-face with the kitchen window. Quietly, but obviously not quietly enough, for he knew Bookman’s hearing was just as impeccable as Lavi’s antennae ears, he drew his sword. He turned the corner, only to meet a small blade’s point precisely at his belly-button. Out of instinct, he took a step back.

“You would interrupt my mission?” Bookman asked. His arm was not completely extended. One jab would slash his liver in half.

“Leave him,” he said. He looked straight into Bookman’s eyes--difficult though that was, what with his hair being so ridiculous and his knife being so significantly close.

“I need to clean up my mess,” Bookman said, and the point hovered a little closer.

“Your mess?” Yuu asked, stepping back. The hair on his neck stood on end, tingling. But he did not lower his sword. “Is that was this is?”

“Yes,” Bookman said. The edge of the knife was shaking, a small tremor that Yuu would have attributed to his old age had he not seen the steadiness of it just seconds before.

“That’s all Lavi is to you?” Yuu smiled bitterly and shook his head. “You’re cold, old man.”

“You know little of what it means to be a Bookman.”

“Heh. I know it means committing murder when you fuck up.” His arm was starting to shake from sustaining the weight of the outstretched sword for so long, and he cursed himself for his weakness.

Bookman looked down, then dropped the blade. It fell deep into the snow, and Yuu kicked the top of the channel it had created so that it would take some time to find it again.

“Why’d you do that, old man?” He asked.

“You do not understand the colossal amount of trust and companionship that exists between a Bookman and his heir. It is the one relationship in which one cannot help but feel the attachment above which we hold ourselves so high. Lavi is my mistake, yes, but he is also the one I trained.”

“If you care for him so much, then why are you still trying to kill him?” Yuu let his sword move closer to Bookman’s neck.

“There are duties that I must attend to. If not, it is not only Lavi who will die.”

Yuu smirked. “You really are in one fucked up organization.”

“Indeed I am.”

“Then how about a warning--you come near Lavi again, try to hurt him or scare him or anything at all, and I will kill you.” He lowered his sword, calculating with his eyes. Then, before Bookman could make a move in any direction, he swung it, carefully adjusting his wrist so that it would slice just above Bookman’s scalp. The gray clump of over-gelled hair fell into the snow, following the knife into obscurity. “Get out of my yard, and leave us alone.”

“Watch who is near to you, boy. There are people more dangerous than me--people who are more willing to clean up messes left behind by soft old men.”

“Duly noted.”

Bookman turned and ran from the yard, newly-shaved head bobbing with the effort. Sighing, Yuu reached into the snowy trench and pulled out the glob of hair. A trophy, of sorts. As for the knife, he’d have to wait until spring when the snow thawed.

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A/N: Really sorry it took us so obscenely long to get this out to you guys--thank you for being crazy patient. Updates are still going to be a bit slow, as we are going into our final semester in college. Both of us will be taking 19 credit hours, the majority of which will be senior-level classes, so please don’t kill us.
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