Hey everyone! I'm finally back with another installment of the story here. Swim season has ended and the year's water polo season has started. I'm new to the game so wish me luck. Being a hole set is rough. You may find me ranting about some of that stuff on here.

To clarify, Timeye, the French language program at our school has a three-week unit on the study of French singers. We learn about the classics like Edith Piaf and Johnny Hallyday, to the current stars like Zaz and Stromae. It really is awesome. The French have such amazing music!

Warnings: Swearing. But apparently human behavioral studies suggest that people who use a lot of swear words are more honest. Why is this a warning again?

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In the town of Greyflower wind rattled through the trees left and right. By this time in the city, it was clearly late October. The leaves were just starting to change colors, albeit reluctantly. Wind howled in the halls of the Order, and seemed to find every crack in the dorms. People of the town were just beginning to wear more than just windbreakers and long pants to try to escape the growing cold.

Lenalee absolutely adored days like this. She didn't like autumn as much as she did summer, but the beauty that surrounded her was always enough to calm down any uneasiness in her heart. Whether she was worried about school or one of the people she loved, Lenalee always walked it off. Of course, her boyfriend Tyki always complained of not knowing where she was on campus during her free time, but the pigtailed teen just brushed off the worried comments. A girl needs her free time to breathe on her own. That was the difference between Tyki and Lavi.

Lavi understood she needed some time alone.

Between her brother and her boyfriend always vying for her time, she almost never got time to sit and stretch her legs. Especially since her brother Komui didn't know about Tyki, which made juggling things a lot more difficult.

She thought about her two good male friends for a moment.

Tyki was always there when she wanted him. If she wanted to go to the club and have a good time, he would be waiting at her dorm room door ready to go. If she wanted to go shopping for new clothes or a present for a friend, he would happily take her hand and walk her there. If she didn't have any money to buy lunch, he would kindly pay for them both like the gentleman he was.

Lavi on the other hand, was helpful in a different way. He was there when she needed him the most. Whenever she had a particularly hard test, or was stressed out about schoolwork when her brother wasn't there, Lavi was. Throughout all of the days of PMS, he didn't once yell at her or think that her feelings were stupid. He just smiled knowingly and brushed it off. If she didn't like something about a situation she was in, or a person, he was the one she would vent to.

It was always him, not Tyki.

Lavi, not Tyki.

Lenalee sighed, zipping up her black Columbia fleece jacket up the rest of the way. Why was she even thinking about this? Why was Lavi now so frequently entering her thought processes?

A particularly strong gust of autumn air blew through the area in which Lenalee was walking, notifying her attention to her location.

She gasped.

She was so intent on thinking that she hadn't realized where she had been walking. All around her was a park. A set of time worn swings and a faded red slide accompanied a set of benches on the wood chip covered ground. She had no idea where the hell she was.

Reaching into her jean's pocket, Lenalee pulled out her phone. Bright white lettering on the screen read 5:00 before the device flickered off.

"Shit!" the pigtailed teen swore. Of course she had forgotten to charge her phone the day before. The yellow-orange glow of the setting sun could be seen behind a bunch of large mulberry trees. She was so screwed.

A flash of bright red hair and a spark of hope made her heart stutter. There he was, lighter than the sun in the fading background of the playground. He was slumped against a particularly large oak as old and weary as the equipment around it. It didn't give off a feeling of sadness though, but of all the happy memories and kids that played around this area in its glory days.

Lavi Bookman, lounging in the darkness of the tree with a snapback over his face was much the same way. He was content with who he was, even Lenalee could see that clearly. But there was a darker side to him that told her that he had seen a lot more in his short lifetime than she could ever imagine.

She approached him slowly; careful not to startle him just in case he was dozing. His chest rose and fell in tandem with the wind sweeping through the park, making him seem like part of the scenery.

Once she came up to him, she felt almost bad for thinking of waking him up. She surveyed his toned arms, naked to the air in a short-sleeved shirt. The more Lenalee observed him, the more she began to appreciate his looks. It was true that most people, actually no one, had an eye patch and the crazy bubbly personality he had. For Lavi, it just added to his charm. It made her feel… safe… at home.

Lenalee reached a hand out to tap his shoulder, but it was intercepted by another hand. Long, lean fingers interlaced with hers.

She gasped. He wasn't even looking from under that hat. Had he known she was here this whole time?

"Good evening Lenalady," the redhead spoke, cap sliding from his face just enough for her to see the glimmer of a bright green eye. He was obviously grinning.

"Lavi!" She swatted him on the arm. "You scared me!"

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he sat up. "Whoops!" He put on his best puppy dogface, the one he usually reserved for Kanda. "Oh Lenalee will you ever forgive me?"

She laughed. "Of course I will, and sooner than you might think."

"Indeed. You're lost right?" Lavi stood up, wiping the dirt as best as he could off of his clothes. "I could show you the way back if you'd like." He held out a hand, all the while putting the hat back to perch on top of his head.

She just stood there, mouth agape.

Apparently he knew her thought processes a lot better than she had previously guessed.

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He was supposed to be there at five o'clock, but instead he was there earlier. An hour earlier.

Allen was glad to help out a friend. He would never say no to someone who kindly asked him to be a part of a major turning point in his or her lives. The only thing was… he thought all the time he had to put into it made it a total drag.

Allen opened the large metal door to the music hall, sighing in relief as he escaped the crisp fall air outside. Tyki, every Saturday, rented out a large ballroom in the local community college for all of them to practice their dancing skills. It was really wonderfully big. The floor was lavishly carpeted in a dark red that reminded Allen of his master Cross's hair. The mass of red lead up to a large wooden dance floor that was on the opposite side of the entrance. The lighting was dim and made the cream colored walls of the ballroom seem much darker. Six, large round tables with white table clothes were centered around the floor.

Allen didn't know why, but when he stood there alone in the large space he felt warm and comforted.

Shedding his coat and his shoes, the white haired teen glided to the middle of the dance floor.

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Kanda walked through the streets of Greyflower, brooding. His black leather coat was cardboard still despite his brisk walking pace. Not some ten minutes earlier had he walked into his dorm room and found it to be empty. Allen wasn't there like he usually was, waiting for him.

And that pissed him the fuck off.

One thing most people didn't know about Kanda was that he loved schedules. Anything interfering and otherwise obstructing his plans needed to get the fuck out of his way or face certain bodily harm. Tiedoll at an early age had drilled into him the importance of keeping a journal of his daily activities.

It was a journal not a diary.

Journal not diary.

These activities he wrote about could be new things that came up, or anything that confused him about his day he may need to reference later. As much as he hated taking into account any suggestions from his self proclaimed old man, Kanda actually liked writing such trivial stuff down. It was relaxing.

The next thing he was planning on writing down was how much he hated his fucking roommate and how hard it was to beat down the urge to stuff his pretty face into a trash can.

Kanda swung open the metal door with a clang, striding in down the hall. His plan once he got to the ballroom was to wait there until somebody dared to come near him. Then he would beat the shit out of them.

However, nothing ever seemed to go his way. As the samurai approached the entrance to the ballroom, he heard the soft hum of music coming from inside. Kanda's frustration deflated once he noticed that it was tango music, what they had been most recently practicing for the Seijin no Hi ceremony. Frankly, the whole situation was confusing. Didn't the practice start about an hour from now?

When he looked inside the room was when everything started to fall into place.

A particular white haired teen was seen moving about on the dance floor. He would strut forward and strut back, arms out as if he had an invisible partner. Kanda chuckled a little as he noticed that, out of habit, his roommate was dancing the girl's part. Allen's movements were fluid, as one who had been practicing a lot, but his step still needed a lot of work.

Kanda let out a snort, settling for watching in the doorway for now. Although he hated to admit it, Allen was really amazing to watch in more than just dancing. He was just so… unpredictable. The things most people would consider normal, like breaking the graphite tip on a pencil was more interesting when Allen did it. Kanda would notice fleeting facial expressions on Allen that conveyed strong emotions, ones the other teen didn't show with his usual polite gentleman mask in place.

Kanda found it entertaining to see Allen's face scrunch up in concentration at a particularly hard school reading, or eyebrow flash up and down again at a stupid comment Lavi said.

It was something he hadn't gotten tired of yet.

And that alone was saying something.

Kanda was shocked out of his thoughts when he heard a loud thud from across the room. The samurai's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he briskly walked to the dance floor.

Allen, still oblivious to Kanda's presence swore loudly. "Fuck! I can never get that move right." He reached an arm up to rub his sore head. "Did I spill salt on the table? Did I walk under a ladder or something? I swear the world isn't going my way today."

Kanda stood right in front of his roommate. His arms were crossed in a menacing look of defiance. "Moyashi, cut out being superstitious would you? You sound like an uneducated Japanese."

Allen pouted, silver eyes boring trying to bore a hole through Kanda's thick skull. "You mean like yourself."

Kanda didn't even retort to that, he just held out a hand.

Allen looked at the hand and turned around, away from the other, on his bum. "What do you want?"

"Does it look like I'm fucking holding out my hand for my own stability!"

The white haired teen's eyes were saucers. Was Kanda… actually attempting to be nice?

Allen slowly turned around and stood up. Kanda fumed as Allen went to repeat the last song. Just when he thought he was being ignored, Allen sauntered back to him again. This time he held out a hand in a sort of apology.

Kanda continued to cross his arms. He looked away, that was, until he felt another pair of hands make a grab for his arms.

Allen's mouth curved slightly upwards, snow white hair falling into his eyes a little. Its glossy sheen lit up the dark room. Kanda was so distracted by his friend's face that he didn't realize both of his hands were in Allen's. His roommate closed the distance between them, to the point where Kanda could feel little huffs of breath on his neck.

He shivered.

"Will you dance with me?" Allen asked.

Kanda almost lost it at the simple request. He stood there, stock still, until Allen began to force his feet into doing the steps. Soon enough they were gliding around together on the dance floor, hip to hip. Black intermingling with pure white.

Allen smiled. "I will take that as a yes then."

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