Hello!

I'm back after an entire year on hiatus, and I was originally only writing KHR fics before this but I have found inspiration in other animes now.

So, I thought it helluva (is that how they say it?) unfair that not only did they not give Allen his status as a general after he broke his critical point, they also were all pouty like "We're going to keep this Noah cuz we have only like, 12 soldiers buuuut he's dispensable because he's a Noah..."

What is their problem? Sheesh.

It also irritates me how people keep using the term "Oriental" to refer to anything other than decoration, of Chinese and Japanese origin.

And how everyone thinks Kanda is Japanese. If he were Japanese then the Order would have quite the problem, wouldn't they? Because Edo is the Earl's playground and Kanda could be a spy. They said it twice, don't make them say it thrice - he's Chinese.

That's enough banter for me. Enjoy.

First Night- Storm

The wind was stirring with unrest as the storm beat down on the walls of the building. Lights flared out of the rectangular windows in the fortress that towered over the cliff, illuminated dimly by the moon that threatened to swallow everything up.

It is known as the Black Order.

Headquarters of the practitioners- no, soldiers of a trade carried under the breaths of frightened whispers. Exorcists.

"Supervisor, Sir Kanda is here." A Finder. Normal humans who have volunteered their assistance to the Order. Their lives.

"Aah, Kanda! Good work on that mission, welcome back!" Komui waved from his messy desk. "As usual, you retrieved the Innocence without incident or a mistake."

"I heard I have new orders." Kanda ignored the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

Komui took a sip of his coffee. "Yes, I was just about to get to that."

"As you know, General Yeegar was murdered last month, and we found out that the Noah have been targeting Generals, so we have now assigned most of the remaining exorcists to guard the Generals in case the Noah come after them in search of the Heart."

"We were planning on putting you into General Tiedoll's team since he's your mentor and all, but due to the lack of staff we are switching you to another General."

Part of Kanda was relieved he didn't have to tag along with the sentimental old man, but the rest of the generals had their problems.

"I hope you'll work along well with him. He's the youngest General in the Order, so he's something of a prodigy. Like you, Kanda." Komui smiled.

"Pfft. Tell me that after I meet him. He's at the door, right?"

"I'll come with you to meet him, because you might not recognize him." Komui said, picking up his coat and following after Kanda, who snorted.

It's probably just another excuse to run away from work.

Once they were past the internal chambers, they could both feel the chill and smell of rain from outside.

Kanda felt something bad in the air. When they drew down the bridge, he wrenched Komui backwards as a Level Three's black thorax came hurtling down, stabbed right down the middle by a wide sword that looked like a bolt of lightning reflecting the storm.

A figure landed gracefully on the handle, and crouched for a moment, swathed in white feathery robes. A gleaming masquerade mask lay over the figure's head.

"Are the both of you okay?" A boy who could be no older than sixteen removed the cowl of his cape and peered at them.

His hair was white, like an old geezer's, spiking above gray eyes, one of which had a pentacle-shaped scar above it that struck down the length of the boy's left cheek.

He was cursed.

"Welcome back, Allen. Or should I say, General Walker?" Komui greeted with a bit of a tease.

"Just Allen will do, Komui-san." The boy leaned back as if relaxed, and then Kanda noticed belatedly that he didn't have a left arm.

"This is one of the exorcists at HQ, Kanda Yu." Damn Komui just had to tell him Kanda's first name.

To Kanda's minute surprise, the boy pointed the sword at his chest with a flick of his wrist and the sword fused with his left shoulder, turning into an arm of pitch-black skin and ending with the hilt as his hand.

What the hell?

The boy calmly slid on a white leather glove over his black arm, and held it out towards Kanda.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Komui just said it, but I'm Allen Walker."

"I don't shake hands with cursed ones." Kanda said disdainfully, turning his head away.

Allen sniffed, eyes turning dangerous. "Well, that was rude. Didn't think we had such stuck-ups in the Order."

Kanda was quick to retort. "Didn't think we had such beansprouts in the Order.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me loud and clear, beansprout."

"It's Allen. Or did you already forget that?"

Komui hoped it was only the thunderstorm causing the sensation of cracking in the air as the two were locked in death-glares.

And so, the magnetic duo formed.

New update tomorrow or the day after, which is why the chapter is so short.

It would be nice to hear feedback through reviews. See you!

-Quill