CHAPTER ELEVEN: Target

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Drewel was pissed off. Firstly, her kitchen was in a mess now after Lavi had screwed the pancake recipe up and somehow managed to spill the contents all over the stove. Not only that, the redhead had proceeded to "accidentally" dent the plastic cupboard door.

"Okay," she declared. "Get out of here, now."

Lavi had on a puppy-eyed expression, and to her surprise she found herself diverting her eyes to his eye-patch. "Aww, come on…"

"I've said it once."

Pouting comically, Lavi grabbed a plate of pancakes and stalked off to the dining table. Drewel grumbled softly before heading to hit the inside surface of the cupboard door to remove the obvious dent while getting a mop.

Not long after, the redhead appeared in the kitchen again, right after she got everything clean again. Drewel scowled at his hopeful expression. "Yes…?"

"Nothing," he grinned brightly.

"Then, why the heck are you sticking onto my back?"

"Can't I follow you?"

Drewel gave him a suspicious look before going back to scrubbing the batter stain on the wall. Lavi stayed silently behind her, so quiet that she forgot about his presence. She could hardly hear his breathing, but she managed to catch him staring at her arm with undisguised interest.

"I'm tired," she stifled a yawn and watched as his single eye focused on her, amused.

"You just woke up, silly."

"You didn't do anything," Drewel stretched and flopped down on the sofa, narrowly missing Lavi's arm. She was probably asleep before she hit the fabric, so she didn't realize she was curled up against his frame. Lavi chuckled and pushed her to the left so she was in a more comfortable position. It was incredible how sleepy she was. Was cleaning so difficult?

Lavi extended a hesitant hand to her head, and stroked the hazel locks of hair gently. Lazily, he shifted to reach for the remote control. Amazing, the feeling he was experiencing…

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Tyki was already healed except for some scratches and burns that were Level 3 ones. Pacing around his room, he frowned. Allen Walker's fate was in the Earl's hands now, so he couldn't even pick a fight with the kid. And the other boy that fought him… was he a past Bookman?

He blew out a smoke-ring and raised the cigarette to his lips again. A cruel smirk crept on his features. Lavi the Bookman it would be then. The next one to fall.

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Kanda glanced around the corner and scowled. Was it just him or did he sense something following? Cautiously, he shoved his hand into his left pocket, walking briskly to the main street. The moyashi had left for the supermarket; the rabbit was still at his girl's house, so he had the house to himself now.

He tried to mix into the crowd easily, but the feeling of being followed didn't cease to disappear. Fine, so be it, he thought, turning into a corner and walking a few miles before smirking. What, this enemy had to be an idiot. As he turned around swiftly, instead of the golden that he was preparing to see in his opponent's eyes, he saw amethyst.

It was Shizuka, or whatever her name was. Sighing in relief, Kanda lowered his guard. "What?"

"Drewel hasn't been around lately," the girl's voice quivered, but she met his eyes defiantly. "I was wondering if you knew where she was."

"Haven't you checked her house." It wasn't a question. Kanda didn't feeling like talking.

"She wasn't there." There was an edge of hysteria in her voice. "Ever since you guys came, she has been worrying around about the redhead!"

He scowled. "And how is that my problem?"

"You're his friend," Shizuka protested. He sighed again. "He's with her now, just look around. Never leaves her side."

The girl blinked at the sudden information. "Okayy…"

Kanda rolled his eyes and stalked off past her, aware of her following him. Probably he'd just drop her off school or something…

Shizuka was trailing behind him across the junction, past the school campus and towards the direction of the row of houses. Before Kanda could even turn back to tell her off, she walked to the side and unlocked the gate of the closest house.

"Thanks." She called out, before going in. Kanda raised an eyebrow. Thanks? He barely told her anything. He watched as she made her way into the house, before turning back on the route home. Since when was her house so close to his?

Much behind him, a pair of golden eyes gleamed. Drewel…

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Allen grabbed a carton of soda and dumped it on the trolley, before proceeding to dump several packets of instant noodles in too. He then wandered off to the ice-cream section and took five tubs of different flavored ice-cream, before wheeling himself to the poultry section. The towering amount of items on his cart were so high, it was nearly twice of his height.

The girl at the counter jaw-dropped at the mountain of mainly-food items that now lay on the conveyer belt. Allen flashed a sheepish smile that sent her into hyperventilation. As he waited for the shaken girl to scan the items' tags, his focus wandered off to outside. A storm was brewing nearby, he could tell.

"Umm… We're done." The cashier stammered and he handed her a wad of cash. "No change." He thanked her briefly and picked up all the plastic bags in a hand, the other fiddling with his handphone as he headed towards the exit.

Just as he reached absent-mindedly to open the door, it slammed in his face as someone rushed in. "Oww…" he winced in pain, clutching his nose.

"Ehh? Allen-kun?"

Lenalee's curious and apologetic eyes peered at him. "I'm sorry! I didn't see you there…"

Allen gathered his bags again, smiling at her. "It's okay," he said. "Whatcha doing here for?"

"I had to drop by for something…"

He easily helped her with her bag. "Need me to accompany you?"

"N-no, its okay!" Lenalee flushed crimson, waving her hands. "You must be busy…"

He laughed carelessly, leading her to the entrance. "Not at all… its just the bags bothering me, but it's okay."

"Well, thanks." She grinned happily at him and he smiled back, causing all the females in his direction to swoon in envy. "So, what're up to? Cooking up a feast?"

"Well, something like that…" he chuckled. "Since I have the time now…"

Something about Allen's tone of voice made Lenalee didn't want to answer.

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Name: Drewel

Age: 16

D.O.B: 9 August 1993

Situation: Parents murdered by the Noah Clan, child grown up alone. Has potential qualities for a Noah, went unnoticed by the Earl when she hid. Able to manipulate people easily. Has an existing relationship with the Noah Bookman.

Tyki smirked maliciously and added a word in bold below the summary he had written, "TARGET".

He'd get a bull's eye this time round.

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A/N:

School is tiring… I guess the next update would be either on Monday or Friday. Thank you for the reviews for the previous filler-like chapter! I really got sick after writing it, thus the week-long update.

Please review!

-Skitter