Faces.

A sea of faces.

So many, he didn't even bother trying to remember the names. They all were the same to him.

Although the faces belonged to people he needed to know, he couldn't bring himself to care. What was the point of caring? It wouldn't get him what he wanted. It wouldn't help him survive this business full of blood-sucking leeches waiting to pounce the moment you seem weak.

No, it wouldn't.

He wandered aimlessly, a drink held loosely in his hand. The faces smiled at him and inquired politely about his well-being.

But he knew.

He knew what they were really thinking. He knew they thought that he was an annoyance. Undeserving of his status. Childish.

Incompetent.

That last one pissed him off the most.

How dare they assume he was unable to do his job just because he didn't work to get where he was. Just because his parents were killed and he was forced to take over the company.

Assholes.

It didn't take three minutes after the funeral until a microphone was shoved into his face. The media wanted to know what the great Kanda Yuu was planning to do with his life.

"Are going to continue your studies at Harvard? Are you going to take over your parents' company? Or do you consider yourself lesser than your parents and not good enough to take on the job?"

He himself was wondering what was going to happen. He didn't know what he wanted to do when he first heard of the fatal car accident. His deciding moment was when the reporter asked him that last question. Those words had filled his empty being with so much anger, he barely refrained from punching that jerk in the face.

A broken nose wouldn't hurt anyone. Except that son of a bitch.

Anyways, after that everything smoothed out. Kanda wasn't the type to get all emotional over a loss; he had never shed a tear in his life, even when he was a baby. When the media found that they wouldn't get a huge breakdown or outburst or something, they backed off, empty-handed.

At the company, however, things were chaotic.

First Illusion had been shut down the day of the funeral so that the employees could attend. They all had loved their bosses very much and mourned the loss as if one of their own family had passed.

Actually, they were supposed to be working that day, but so many threatened to quit if they didn't have the day off that Kanda grew desperate. The whole business falling apart the week after his parents died would not have been what they wanted.

And he refused to give those that thought he would fail the satisfaction of him doing just that.

Of course, there was a downfall to shutting down one of the two major car manufacturing companies in the world, even if for a single day. That was the other of the two major companies, Akuma.

On that fateful day, the 'man in charge' at Akuma decided to release their latest model of sports car, the MZR 3. It was a sleek black vehicle that just screamed I'm rich. Naturally, only the rich could afford it. That didn't matter, though. What really mattered was the fact that it had the best gas mileage of any sports car in the industry. It also reached speeds that NACAR drivers could only dream of.

And Kanda had missed out on it.

Just thinking about it made him sick. His fist clenched around the glass in his hand.

He had been beaten by that smart-ass. And that smart-ass was just as young as him. It was a deep blow to his pride and Kanda despised the feeling very much. He didn't like the fact that his greatest competitor was a lot more qualified for the job than he was.

"President Kanda! President Kanda! Wait up!" He didn't even bother to see who it was. He knew that voice.

A few seconds later, a white-haired youth appeared in front of him, gasping for breath. He stared him down with eyes slit, a snarl marring his beautiful face. The other man just smiled up at him as he took in great huffs of air.

"Guess who just… showed up?" He panted. Kanda's glare didn't falter.

"What the hell are you talking about, Allen? Who's here?" Allen quirked up an eyebrow.

"You don't remember who you told me to look out for?" He suddenly straightened up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Allen!" He barked, lowering his voice in a horrible imitation of Kanda. The long-haired man narrowed his eyes even further. "If that fucking idiotic ass decides to show his ugly face at my party, you better tell me immediately or I will fucking castrate you!" Allen smirked and his voice returned to normal. "By the way, that's sexual harassment. Do you really want to have your own Vice President turn you in? And I don't appreciate the threat. I happen to very much like my-" He was cut off by a hand shoved against his mouth.

"I'm going to stop you right there. I seriously don't need to hear this." Allen pushed his hand away and looked at Kanda, confused.

"Aren't you going to do something about him? I thought you hated that guy."

"Trust me; I do. But there is nothing I can do about it now."

"Yes there is! You could call security and have them escort him out! Or better yet, have Tim scare him off! Actually, you should punch that self-absorbed smile right off his stupid-" Once again, Kanda cut him off, this time with a shove that knocked him off his feet.

"As tempting as that sounds, it's called taking the higher road baka." He searched the room with his eyes, ignoring a couple disbelieving stares. "Speaking of Tim, where is he?"

"I sent him off to welcome 'he-who-shall-not-be-named'. He should be back in a few minutes." Replied Allen as he stood up, brushing invisible dust off of his suit. "Never mind, here he comes now."

Kanda turned toward the direction his Vice President was gesturing and saw what he was talking about. The crowd of conversing people was slowly opening up like the Red Sea. Everyone turned to get a look at who was coming through, curious to see if the rumors were true about the famous Tim Canpy. A couple gasps resounded throughout the room as they saw for themselves just how true gossip could be.

Tim strode through the opening in the mass of people with a grin gracing his features, dressed fashionably as always with a dark suit and gold tie. Obviously, his clothing preference wasn't what everyone was gaping at. Though the tie was a nice touch, Kanda thought with a chuckle.

Why the tie was a nice touch was because of Tim's face.

At first glance, he seemed like a pretty normal guy. Young, tall, and handsome with golden blonde hair. But, if you actually look at him (and trust me, you will do a double take) you'll see some extremely strange things that shouldn't be there. Like his eyes; one as blue as the sky, the other a breathtaking mixture of gold and yellow that swirled around his pupil like a hurricane. Although it was unusual and rather disturbing, that wasn't what everyone was gawking at.

What they were staring at was his smile. A smile that would look attractive on any other man, but just looked menacing on him. It was because of his teeth. Pearly white, though they were, each tooth ended in a sharp point. These tooth daggers made any upturn of his lips look like he had murderous intent.

Who knows; he probably did.

To anyone other than Tim, the teeth might be a curse. One would be unable to be around others without them gaping or turning away in disgust. But he loved them. He loved being different. He loved the fact that no one could get close to him. Other than Allen, of course. The two of them seemed to have an inseparable bond. Probably because Allen and Tim had both been tutored under the legendary drunkard, Cross Marian. If anything people said about him was true, then he wasn't surprised that the two of them had become so close.

They would've needed each other just to survive.

"Hey, Tim! Did you complete your mission?" Allen called out with a goofy grin. Tim just smirked and nodded.

Another thing Kanda liked about Tim was the fact that the man couldn't speak. Well, he could but apparently it hurt because of his teeth, so he refrained from talking. The one time Kanda had heard him speak was to tell Akuma's president to, 'Go fuck himself' after an unsatisfactory meeting between the rivals.

He had quite the frightening voice.

All of these reasons are why Kanda decided to take him on as his personal assistant. Also, his antisocial attitude liked the fact that no one would want to come bother him with Tim around. It was a perfect give-take relationship. Kanda got peace while Tim got a paycheck.

They understood each other very well.

Tim sauntered up to Allen and Kanda, raising an arm to lean against Allen's shoulder. Allen turned his head to look at him with a contemplative expression.

"So, where exactly is Mr. Pres?" Tim Canpy shrugged before yawning, a truly terrifying sight. His sharp teeth glinted in the light. Allen just rolled his eyes, unfazed. "You better not be falling asleep on the job again, Timmy boy. I don't want to have to pick up your slack." Now it was Tim's turn to roll his eyes.

"You didn't answer the question, Canpy." Kanda growled. Tim regarded him with an almost lazy expression. "Where the hell is he? I need to know so I can go to a place as far away from him as possible. I'm not in the mood to talk to that bastard."

"Kanda, you're never in the mood to talk to anyone." Allen sighed. "Now, Tim. Seriously, where is he? We don't want poor little Kanda to throw a fit." Tim laughed a closed mouth laugh. Then he raised his hand and pointed toward a small lounge room connected through an open doorway.

"Perfect." The dark-haired man murmured as he stalked off in the opposite direction. He felt a hand grab his wrist before he could completely blend into the crowd.

"And you're going where, exactly?" Kanda glared at him.

"Away." He snarled, trying to break free. Tim grabbed his other arm and helped hold him in place.

"What happened to taking the higher road, Kanda?" Allen hissed in his ear. "No matter what you say, he is your guest considering that this is your party. Now stop being such a prick and just greet him!" Kanda glowered at the white-haired young man.

"Have I ever told you that your hair looks stupid?"

"Multiple times." Kanda huffed.

"You're lucky I haven't fired you yet."

"Please. You couldn't even if you tried. Five year lease, remember?"

"Five-year lease my ass. I'll rip up that contract until there's nothing left but dust."

"And I'll call my lawyer to have another one printed out, right away." Allen smiled innocently. "Now go." He gave Kanda a shove. Tim stepped out of the way just in time. The man had better things to do than become a pancake.

Kanda quickly straightened himself out and turned to shoot one last glare at a waving Allen.

"Don't forget to smile!" He cried happily. Tim slinked up next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Together they watched Kanda disappear into the next room. Right when they couldn't see him anymore, Allen seized Tim's arm and hurriedly dragged him away. Tim let out a small grunt of protest. Allen glanced back at him and explained.

"Sorry about that, Timmy. I want to get away from there as fast as possible. I have a feeling the whole place is going to blow when those two start arguing." Tim nodded in agreement and the both of them bolted into the kitchen.

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Kanda looked around the room with distaste.

Just how many people were here anyways? It seemed that the room was full to bursting with tightly packed bodies. And they were all trying to look at something in the middle of the filled space.

With a sigh, he set his glass down on a random table and began the trek to get to the source of everyone's attention.

It took a lot of shoving, squeezing, and the occasional threat, but he managed to make it to the edge of a circular opening, alive. He pushed past a woman clad in a revealing black dress and finally entered the center where the hub of everyone's attention sat.

"… so I told him to take the damn things and shove them up his ass!" A loud voice cried out. The whole room was silent for a split-second before erupting in a roar of laughter. Everyone in ear-shot shouted their approval while still guffawing, some clutching their stomachs, others shedding tears of joy. All the people were having a good time.

Now that wouldn't do.

Kanda strode over to the man laughing on the couch with a face that was less than pleased. He stopped in front of the source of all of his problems and glared pure hatred at him.

"Bookman." He growled, getting the attention of the redhead sitting on the sofa. He watched, fuming, as the idiot looked at him with a surprised exclamation.

"Hey, Yuu-chan!"

Rather than say hello back, he welcomed his competitor with a friendly punch to the face.

As his fist connected with its mark, the room became quiet again. An almost sick satisfaction crept up in his chest when the other turned back to him, rubbing his left cheek. Everyone else rushed to get out of the room; the killing aura Kanda was giving off terrified them. When they were gone (it didn't take very long), Lavi removed his hand from his cheek and grinned.

"Good evening, Yuu. Fancy seeing you here." Kanda's eye twitched. Not only was his voice incredibly annoying, he didn't like the fact that the idiot called him by his first name.

"What the fuck do you mean? This is my party and, as far as I can remember, you weren't on the invitations list."

"Ah, but you see, I was invited." Kanda glowered. "Okay, okay! I invited myself! But I mean, what's the big deal? Isn't this a gathering for associates and stuff?" He questioned, head cocked.

"As usual, you can't take anything seriously. I don't understand how you got where you are." This earned him an award-winning smile.

"Strategizing, patience, ingenuity, brilliance, diligence… let's see. Am I forgetting anything?"

"Get out."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Get out."

"Awww, Yuu! Don't be such a spoil sport!"

"Get the fuck out. You have ten seconds before I call Allen in here."

"So? What is that bean sprout going to do to me?" He giggled.

"Not the beansprout. It's who is with the beansprout that might cause a few problems for you." Lavi's face paled.

"You don't mean-!" Kanda nodded. "Shit! Okay, I'm going! But, don't think this is over. I'll be seeing you sooner than you think." He stated cryptically.

"Tch." Kanda crossed his arms and looked the other way as Lavi strode past him.

"Oh, by the way," He turned towards the redhead and was unprepared for the self-satisfied expression gracing his features. "Akuma is already working on our next model. This one will be better and more efficient than even the MZR 3. You better put it into overdrive, Yuu-chan. This isn't the business to be slacking off in. You do and you're good as dead." He winked- or blinked, Kanda couldn't tell with the eye patch- and left the other to imagine every possible way of killing a person. Specifically Lavi.

He stormed out of the room; all the smartly dressed people made way for him. Just the look on his face alerted everyone that Kanda was in one of his famous bad moods. They hastily got out of the path of destruction as he made his way to the kitchen.

He needed a drink.

A strong one.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he entered the kitchen, only to run into something. He opened his eyes and saw Lavi of all people. He was about to yell at the redhead to get out when he saw what he was staring in horror at.

Allen was cutting the tops off strawberries and adding them to a pile on the counter. Tim Canpy was sitting next to him, munching on some of the fruit and looking at Bookman with an eerie smile on his face. As Kanda watched, he stood up and circled his arm around Allen's waist protectively, then opened his mouth even further so that his sharp red-stained teeth were clearly visible. Allen sighed and shook his head, continuing to cut the berries even when Tim rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Manners, Tim." Tim tilted his head slightly to the left, ignoring Allen. Lavi looked like he was about to throw up.

Scratch that; he needed two drinks.

"Canpy! Control yourself!" Tim immediately closed his mouth and released Allen, choosing instead to plop down on the floor next to his friend. He peeped from around his legs at Lavi and Kanda, curiosity written on his face. The long-haired man grabbed Lavi by the back of his coat and dragged him away from the kitchen.

"I thought I told you to get the fuck out of here."

"W-what the hell is wrong with that guy. Doesn't he know how scary he is?" Kanda chuckled darkly.

"He knows exactly what effect he has on people and uses it to his advantage. Why do you think I hired him?" He threw open the front door to the apartment and shoved Lavi through it. "There you go you stupid rabbit. Now get out of my sight." He was about to close the door when a foot stopped it at the last second.

"Wait, Yuu! I have a question to ask you. A serious one this time, I promise." Kanda sighed exasperatedly and reopened the door.

"What?"

"Can I have a goodnight ki-"

"No." Slam!

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Heeeeeellllllloooooo girlies and boylies(?)

This concludes the first chapter of BAWB! (If any of you are wondering what that stands for, it will be revealed in a few chapters or something like that)

Anyways, review, leave a comment, all that good stuff. I would really appreciate you guys telling me if I have any mistakes or if you have any criticisms, yada yada yada…

So… yeah. I dunno what else to say. I think that's it. o_O

PS: I promise next chapie will be a tad longer than this, we'll see how it plays out