Deep breaths, Allen. Deep breaths.

I can do this. School won't be that bad. Will it?

I start to walk forward into the abyss of terror, entering my new life, my new school. Black Order Elementary School. I'm scared. Truly scared. My soul is filled to the brim with terror.

I take a step towards the doors and push.

Nothing happens.

I push again.

I achieve the same results.

I wait a few minutes, pondering over why Karma has to be so mean to me.

"Karma's mean," I pout mentally.

"It's a pull door," someone says, and I flinch at the child like voice coming from behind me.

I turn around and find myself grinning like a mad man. You just have to smile at the sight.

There are two children of whom are appearing around my age and the sight of them together almost makes me squeal. One has blue hair down to his/her/their shoulders, and a scowl on their face. The other has blueish purplish hair and has a grin alike to no other. He/she/they make me smile because they are smiling.

"Hi!" they pipe, and I flinch at the sudden noise.

"H-hello," I say, barely above a whisper.

"I'm Alma Karma. You are," Karma- san inquires.

"A-A-Allen. Allen Walker," I say, the grin diminishing from my face.

"This is Yuu, but be sure to call him Kanda. He's got a sword. Just warning you... but you don't need to be scared of us. Especially not Yuu-chan here. He's ever so sweet, but don't tell him I know his little secret," Karma-san says playfully and I giggle quietly.

I pull the door open and I chuckle lightly to myself. I must've spent a good ten minutes there trying to push open the door when all along it was a pull door.

"Well, we'd better all get to our class. Which one is yours, by the way?" Karma-san asks, the grin still plastered on his face.

"I-I'm in the kindergarten class of Mr. Fire. Mr. Fire? Bloody hell! What is that? How can you even call that a name? Then again, I do love fire," I say, my accent coming up from where it was hiding.

"So he's a Brit." Kanda-san says.

"Yuu-chan. I told you it's not polite to assume people's genders based upon their looks and such. You know better," Karma-san says and I nod, agreeing with them.

"So, Kanda-san, Karma-san?" I ask.

"Yeah, little one. What is it? And by the way, what's with the Japanese formalities. Only Yuu and I really understand them here," Karma-san informs me.

"Crap," I say, "My...my dad and I, you see, we travel all over the country, and we've only recently found a place to settle in to. Well, we went to Japan and China for about two years, as part of his work." Maybe Karma isn't so bad after all.

"Well, what's your question brat?" Kanda-san asks angrily, and I quietly inquire, "What are your pronouns?"

"Shit," Kanda-san says, "The brat thinks I'm a girl! He thinks I'm a fucking girl!"

"Kanda," Karma-san says coldly, grabbing Kanda-san by the wrists, "You need to chill. He did not call you a girl."

Kanda-san then swings their foot to kick Karma-san, but Karma-san blocks the blow with their forearms, keeping his deadly tight grip on Kanda-san's arms.

"Let me go!" Kanda-san shouts with his teeth grinding. Anger seethes out of their body and they growl. Suddenly, Karma-san says, "Yuu, watch it. Or I will tell Tiedoll, and he will ground you."

"Screw you," Kanda-san says, and then Karma-san releases their arms.

Yuu suddenly smirks and, quite triumphantly, they shout, "I've got it! I know just what to call you, brat! Moyashi!"

"What!?" I shout, enraged at the very thought of me being associated with a bean sprout.

"Allen-chan. Chill." Karma says, a deadly sharpness to their voice.

I flinch and take a few steps back, suddenly scared of my newfound acquaintance.

"It's okay, Allen-chan! Sorry for scaring you." Karma says loudly and I flinch again, but the sight of their grin causes me to grin as well.

My only question is, just who is Alma Karma and what do they want?