Allen laid back in bed, watching his ceiling fan spin around fast enough to the point it shook. He always thought what would happen if it broke and fell on top of him as he slept, would it kill him or just mutilate him? He would much prefer the first, no would miss him. Maybe Tim would...but sometimes he thought Tim was a lot more loving towards his true owner; Cross Marian.

Cross Marian was the worlds biggest asshole, it still baffled Allen how Mana appointed the sick man as his godfather. But the teen tried not to think much of his first foster father, the wounds of his death were still open...it was his fault Mana was dead. If he had just-

A loud growl startled the young man, he sighed and sat up looking to Tim who was laying on his stomach. "You wanna go get something to eat?" He smiled seeing the golem quickly start to awaken, picking it up as he stood.

Golems were something you didn't find everyday, only some of the best scientist could make them. Especially Cross, the man was a genius but was too obsessed with woman and alcohol to do anything good with himself. But surprisingly, he was a professor at the Black Order Academy. A school so elite that you needed to be a lot more than just smart, but Allen could care less about the school. He didn't even go there, but would do a bit of work here and there when Cross requested it.

Exiting the apartment he and Cross shared, he walked down the street to his destination humming a soft tune under his breath. It was a cold September night, cold enough Allen could see his breath in little puffs. Adjusting Tim a bit in his arms, he pace quickened wanting to get to the warm restaurant quickly. But his phone started to vibrate in his pocket, a muffled chime of his piano ring tone making him frown. Only one person ever called him these days; Cross.

Pulling his phone out, he grumbled wondering what the hell the man was doing during this time of the day. "Hello?" He snapped, shivering at the cold.

"Allen, I need you to do something important.."

Much to his surprise, Cross called him by his name. Something the elder only did when it was important, or if he needed him to bale him out of something. "And that is?" he pursed his lips, leaning against a cold brick wall as he watched cars zoomed by.

"I need you to go to my office and get something, you must be quick about it."

"Go to your office? Shouldn't you be there right now-"

"I don't have the time for your stupidity Allen, just get to my office now."

The call ended and Allen grit his teeth, turning around he started to make his way to the school.

Like always Allen used the back way of the school to get to Cross's office, the sight before him once he got there almost made him blow up. "Why are you telling to come to your office and to do something important when you're still here?! Do it yourself old man!"

Cross sat at his desk smoking a cigarette, his feet propped up on his desk. "This isn't something I can do myself boy," He stood and put out his cigarette, picking up a book from his desk. "I wanted to wait a bit longer for this, but there's no time." He shoved the book into Allen's arms, rubbing Timcanpy softly as it moved to his head.

"Wait for what?" Allen was confused now and looked down to the book now in his arms, it looked older and was leather bound. It had a large lock on it making him unable to open it, but the lock had no key hole. "And what the hell is this book?" he looked up at Cross, his snow white skin turning pale enough he could pass for a ghost.

Cross was now holding a mallet in his hands, Tim floating off his head. "All will be explained in due time, but for now I need to go on a little trip."

"What's the mallet for then!?"

"I need to make sure you don't follow..."

"Like hell I would follow you!" He started to run around the room in panic, Cross following quickly behind.

"Just stand still boy!"

The grand chase lasted only for a few more seconds till Allen tripped over some of Cross's papers that had made their way to the floor, he screamed as the mallet came down knocking him out cold.

Cross sat up and watched Allen, knowing he would get a nasty bruise. He turned away to cough, frowning when he saw blood covering his white glove. "I'm sorry Mana...my time is dwindling," He clenched his jaw. "Its up to him now," he rubbed Timcanpy once more before he left, exciting the building just as the bell rung. Students walking out of their classrooms and heading to their final class of the day.

Kanda Yuu hated this school, he would even say he hated it more than his foster father Tiedoll. He sighed loudly and rubbed his temples, ready to strangled the usagi next to him who wouldn't just shut the fuck up. Their teacher hadn't arrived to class yet, so the class was loud as everyone enjoyed themselves before the red headed man arrived. It wasn't unusual for him to be late, but class was close to being half over. A new record.

"Are you even listening to me Yuu?" Lavi whined and poked at the Japanese teen's shoulder.

Kanda moved to punch him, but was stopped by Lenalee.

"Control yourself Kanda, you don't want another detention..."

"Like I could care about getting detention, the damned teacher isn't even here yet."

"That doesn't matter, It's rude to punch people. And you know if a teacher doesn't show up another teacher comes in to fill their place for the day."

Kanda went to say something, but the door opened and his frown only increased.

"Lenalee! Your big brother has come to teach your class for the day!"

The girl could only sigh, rubbing her cheek. "You're supposed to be teaching a class right now brother..."

Komui laughed. "I called in a sub,"

The rest of the class stared at the older man in disbelief, his obsession with his little sister never ceased to amaze no one.

"Well then, we only have so much of class left. So lets-"

The room went silent seeing Cross's office door slowly open, but it wasn't Cross who came out. It was a young boy who had snow white with skin to match, he looked like a ghost which freaked out a few of the students. But one thing was noticeable, he had a large welt on his pale forehead.

"That man..." The boy grumbled before he fell unconscious once more.

So that's the start of my first fanfiction!

For this I'm making Allen start out at 14 for a few reason (You'll understand a bit later on) and everyone else will be a year younger than their canon ages, but Lenalee will be the same age as Kanda and Lavi.

There's still a lot I'm thinking over about this store and were it going to go, so the true plot of the story wont show till later on.

Updates will happen as I have time, so I can't promise when they'll come out.