A/N: I am not, like, totally obsessed with this chapter to the point were I ran around my room with a grin on my face. A stupid on at that. Okay, I am. For some reason I outrageously like this one. Even though it's short it's LOVE! Really :D I just can't stop reading it. Such a lovely ending. It almost makes me sad that it's a two shot...

Jester of Night: Thanks for the review and you are correct! -high five- I'm glad that you like the stories and sorry for the wait.

MizuKitsune10: Thanks for the reiview~ And yes, he is the 14th, good job! Sorry for the wait.

Characters Included: Lavi, Lenalee, Kanda, Allen, 14th
Pairings: None...
Time M/A: It's an AWESOME AU!
Summary: One Word: G-O-D
Dedication/Inspiration: Dedicated to a super awesome book that I can't remember. Inspired by my idiot broher
Warnings: My absolute love for this chapter?
Rating: Who cares?!

Lavi glared at the boy who seemed to forget how to breath. His eyes were wide, as if he had just seen a ghost. The lightning accented the boy's face, showing true terror. And for a second, Lavi regretted ever speaking to the boy.

"Well?" He asked, watching as Allen covered his eyes with his hair. "Are you going to answer me?" The thing the boy called Tim flew towards the table where the goods lie. Lightning crashed and thunder roared. The boy looked up, another flash of light. And Lavi saw it. He saw the two of them standing there, in the exact same spot. The silver eyes were a pale gold. His skin was a soft tan and his snow hair resembled fresh ash.

"You already know." The voice was direct and hollow. Two very different but unbelievably similar voices collied in it. "Or are you really that stupid, Lavi?" The thing in front of him spoke his name causing shivers to run down his back like never before.

He took a step back and then another. Lavi knew he was shaking and his mind was screaming at him to run as the boy in front of him lifted his head even more so that he could clearly see those eyes. "How- How the hell...?" The thief's voice quivered more than his body. Truly, if he had no desire to know, he wouldn't even be able to speak.

"Is it not obvious? We are one of the same being. How else would we elude everyone?" A eyebrow was raised, just as it had been earlier that day.

"But how?! You, you can't be Allen!"

"We're are and are not. The one that came to you with an apple worth more than your hide was Allen." A growl laced the sentence, a hidden warning. "The one who took your wallet was what we call the 14th." Lavi blinked, curiosity getting the better of his fear. For why would one be named a number?

Taking a deep breath, Lavi stepped forward so that he was no longer cowering. He met the eyes of the other and saw the amusement playing in those pale ones. "What are you two?" The boy looked down sadly. Lavi waited and waited, the storm itself disappearing in time.

"We are nothing more than the markets time keeper." And then Lavi woke up.

The nine-year old blinked slowly as the world came into focus. The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt. The second was that he was alone. He shot up, looking around confusedly.

"Your up!" Came a high pitch voice. Lavi turned towards the sound and found the young Lenalee looking at him happily. "We were worried! You've been out of it for three whole days!" The boy blinked again, still trying to get his barrings. It was then that he noticed he was in a bed and not his dirt hole that he called home.

"Len-alee?" The child tried to say, only to have a hoarse sound come out.

"Oh, wait! I'll get some water!" The boy watched the girl's bouncing pony tails as she left the room. Taking the time to look around, Lavi finally regained his barrings. He was in Lenalee's room. It was small and plain, but the two weren't the richest after all. And slowly, Lavi realized that he had actually never met these people. He knew them, but only as much as those who were new to the market. He who was supposed to know everything about the damnable market new very little. Nothing at all like Allen...

"Che." Lavi's thoughts stopped as he looked towards the almost offending sound. A boy around his age stood there with his arms crossed, black hair reaching his mid-back in a single pony tail. It was Yuu Kanda. The most ill-tempered kid that was the son of the painter. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" Lavi was surprised at how small the voice sounded. He had never actually paid attention before.

"Huh?"

"Don't 'huh?' me! Aren't you going to thank me for carrying you here?"

"Carry? What do you mean?"

"Che! Are you really that stupid?!" Lenalee walked in then, a small pout on her face.

"He just woke up Kanda! He doesn't know anything yet!" She walked over to Lavi, handing him the water. "Here." Lavi drank it thankfully. His throat hurt more than he cared to admit.

"So... What exactly happened?" Lenalee pulled up a chair and Kanda merely leaned again the wall.

"Kanda found you asleep during the storm three days ago! He said you were, un-, un-"

"Unconscious." Kanda dawned on

"Yeah that! He said you were un-conscious. Brother said you had a biiiiiig lump on your head so we kept you here. Do you know what happened?" Lenalee blinked at him with innocent eyes. The same way another did and had her eyes not been violet he might have mistaken them.

"Where did he find me?"

"I found you in the stupid alley!" Kanda all but shouted at the poor kid. "Stupid rabbit." That... was almost the same tone Allen had used.

"What about Allen?" The two kids looked at him confusedly.

"Allen? Who's Allen?" Lenalee asked.

"You don't mean that weird myth and all? That's not real idiot."

"Huh? What are you talking about?! Of course he's real! I saw him!"

"Che. Hit your head pretty hard stupid rabbit." Lavi glared.

"I'm telling the truth Yuu!"

"Don't call me by that name!" The other hissed out.

"Where did you see him Lavi?" Lenalee asked, being her cute, curious self.

"I met him by the dumpster. He gave me an apple to eat and then let me stay at his house during the storm... Anyways! How can you not know him? You guys gave him gifts!"

"Why the hell would I give someone a gift?"

"Well, Kanda doesn't say that out loud, but still..."Lavi remembered. The soft voice as he said Kanda's name. As if afraid to admit something.

"But, he had a painting of himself from Tiedoll! And one of the lotuses you always grow. He even had a bowl that was definitely made by the Lee's! You guys gave it to him last Christmas!" Lenalee shook her head.

"I don't remember giving anyone anything for Christmas last year..." Kanda snorted.

"Me neither." Lavi blinked. Perhaps it was all a dream?

"Oh Lavi, you should eat something! I'll go tell brother to make you some food!" His stomach growled, having eaten the nothing but an apple core in the past week. And as he watched Lenalee skip out and Kanda just relax against the wall, he couldn't stop to wonder how his life had suddenly changed.

It had been eleven years since he had last been here. Not long after becoming friends with Lenalee and Kanda was he officially adopted by the old book owner. Since than he had never stolen anything from anyone ever again. His past, though still filled with mystery was brimming with life. He had gone to school with his two friends. They graduated together, Lenalee having been upped a grade. They got their dreamed jobs and their families flourished outside the market now.

Bookman, the old man, had passed away and left a healthy sum of money and books entitled to Lavi. Tiedoll still painted though it was more of a hobby now. Koumi was now a full-fledge scientist in robotics, eventing things left and right. Lenalee was going to become a nurse and Kanda planned on starting a martial arts school. Lavi heard that Krory had gotten married to another florist that excelled at raising desert plants. Miranda had opened a clock shop. As for Lavi himself, he became a journalist and a novelist on the side.

His very first book had made him famous in his writing and his co-workers adored him. Sometimes it was hard for him to believe how far he had gone. From a pick-pocketer with no one to a person with everyone.

And that was what brought him here today. A place he had not stepped foot in for eleven years. He was now a sharp twenty-year old. Kanda who stood beside him was the same age and Lenalee, beside him was eighteen. But as they stood their they felt their youth pull them back to when they were only nine and seven. When this deserted, broken place was once a market.

The trio stood in front of the ruins of their childhood days. War had torn the city apart after they had moved and this place had not been touched. The government saw no point in rebuilding a market in days where they were dying.

In the distance a clock chimed. Lavi looked up, watching as a crowed of people from the town walk up behind the trio. He smiled brightly at them.

"Well, let's begin!"

Lavi chugged down a another can of beer. They had just finished and not a minute too soon. Nor late. Snow fell gently on the cobblestone of the newly rebuilt market place. If the government wasn't going to restore what the people felt was a part of them than they would. Everyone who was here before the war adored the market and hated to see it fade away from existence.

"So... do you think he will show?" Lenalee asked as she breathed into her hands to warm them. Lavi looked at the clock.

"Yup, any minute now."

"And why did we have to rebuild this thing for the damn beansprout to come out?"

"Because he's the market's time keeper Kanda! He told me himself!"

"Che, you and every other person."

"Hey! At least I wasn't the one who forgot about him!" Kanda glared and Lenalee pouted.

"It wasn't our fault. I swear there was something up with that!" Lavi agreed silently. Everyone who the boy had claimed to know apparently didn't. But as soon as the market had been destroyed it was like a tap burst. They suddenly remembered everything about him. The gifts, the nicknames, the smiles. Everything.

Lavi looked up as he heard the clock tower chime. It only sang two notes before the snow swirled around the body of another. And there he stood. Both the devil and the angel. A boy and a man. He smiled at them, his eyes sometimes silver, sometimes gold. Than he ran towards them a huge smile on his face that was both pale and tanned. Lavi picked up the boy and swung him around, his hair changing from white to black. The trio, now a quartet laughed lightly. Yes, they hadn't finished a moment too early nor too late. For as the clock chimed two it meant fourteen and the market had expanded to the world.

:D

That's really all I can say, that and I am overly happy with the result.

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