Author's Notes: this is my first -man story please have mercy on me! I've toying with this idea for months but I couldn't just gather enough courage to post it. D: and i'm still struggling with a lot of details and i'm trying to sort them out. urgh. anyway, please go on. i hope you enjoy... urgh

Allen slammed the door of his shoe locker shut and sighed. He received, yet again, a very cute, and very sweet note reminding him that he was a monster and a cursed kid from his school mates. Honestly, he was getting weary of all these bull crap but well, he wouldn't think of complaining; the bullying here in Japan was amiable compared to what he had to deal with back when he was still in England.

He slipped on his indoor shoes and walked away from the lockers, striding the tiled floor to his classroom. He bumped into an upperclassman but he didn't dare to look up at him. He bowed politely and apologized and went off, catching a glimpse of long, dark strands of hair lightly dancing in the air, as the upperclassman continued to march forward, not without spitting an audible 'che!' as he did so.

Allen arrived in front of his classroom. Bloody hell. He always dreaded to enter the bloody classroom. Who wouldn't, if you had to deal with a room full of bloody idiots who took pleasure on throwing ridiculous insults at him? He paused, took a deep breath, ignored the other students gawking at him, then he slid the door open and entered. He sat on his seat which was, thankfully, located at the very back and on the far end of the room. He pulled out a book from his bag, and again, mustered all his energy into ignoring his stupid classmates who instantly shut their mouths the moment he stepped in.

But the silence didn't keep for so long, sadly so.

'So that cursed kid went to school again.'

'Ew! I hope he stops coming to school! I've been saying all along that his arm shouldn't be allowed here!'

'Ha! Ha! I never knew monsters could read.'

'Hush! He can hear you! What if he cursed you all as well? He's a demon's child!'

'Really guys, can we just ignore him? I'm better off reading An-An. Ikuta Toma's on the cover. Tee hee.'

Well at least someone didn't want to bother minding Allen. He perfectly knew that all of his classmates were disgusted by him but at least there were more sensible ones who didn't voice their repugnance as much as the others, not contributing to the noise pollution around them. But he really needed to start to concentrate on his book now. He wanted to read at least the first five pages of the novel before the teacher could come-

'OI! WALKER!'

Allen's train of thoughts was rudely interrupted by Matsumoto, a tall and lanky boy whose mop of hair were pointing in one direction. He was sipping a carton of orange juice and his other hand was shoved in his trousers' pocket. He was right in front of his desk, smugly looking down on him.

'Yes, Matsumoto-san?' said Allen, politely smiling at him as he set down his book on his desk.

'I've been calling for you for a while now and you've been ignoring me.' replied Matsumoto, irritation coating his words.

'Ah,' said Allen, setting down his hands on his desk as he entwined them, reminding himself of an understanding principal waiting for the delinquent student to explain himself. 'Well, you see, I was too absorbed with my book that I didn't care about what was going on around me.'

'Huh. I didn't know monsters knew how to read.' Matsumoto said haughtily. He cocked his eyebrow as he threw a disgusted glance at the book. 'You sure you can handle something like a novel book?'

'It seems so, seeing as I've already read more books than what this school's library has. I'm sure you know so well how unfortunate I am to be born in this world looking like this so I might as well make up for my lack in physical charm by filling my head instead.' said Allen simply, his eyes twinkling. 'Unlike some people, you know, blessed with such decent looks and all but wasting their time away filling their heads with nothing but trash and doing nothing but absurd things.'

'Are you pertaining to anyone in particular Walker?' somebody from the class butted in.

Allen briefly glimpsed on the direction where the voice came from and shook his head, chuckling.

'No, no. I was speaking in general manner, silly. I'm sure all of you are too busy doing things like coming up with solutions to stop starvation or finding other planets where aliens are possibly dwelling so please, don't mind my words.' said Allen kindly, yet his words were clearly dripping with sarcasm. He looked back up to Matsumoto who stood in front of him clutching his carton of juice rather tightly. 'Right, Matsumoto?'

'Walker, you bastard.' Matsumoto growled as he poured all of his carton's content on Allen's head.

Everyone hitched a breath when they saw the orange liquid cascade down from Allen's hair to his shoulders, and onto his table. Luckily, the book was still safe. Allen pushed his fringe away from his forehead as he closed his eyes, praying with all his might not to snap right then and there.

'What's going on here.'

Everybody turned around to look at the girl standing at the doorway. Her hand was resting on the door frame and the other was on her hip. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to scrutinize the whole scene before her and she gasp when she saw Allen's state, her hands flew to cover her mouth.

'What did you guys do to Walker-kun?' she cried as she ran toward Allen's, pushing Matsumoto roughly on the side.

'It was he who started it first Lenalee-chan! Don't blame us!' Matsumoto retorted.

'Like hell I believe you! Get out of the way!' the girl called Lenalee snapped at him. She hurriedly took out her carnation pink handkerchief and reached out to wipe Allen's face.

Allen flinched at the touch.

'It's okay Lee-san. Please don't bother. I don't want your pretty handkerchief getting dirty because of me. I'll just go to the bathroom and-'

'Nonsense Walker-kun! Don't bother about petty things like getting a single cloth dirty. Now let me help you wipe your face first before you head to the comfort room.' Lenalee insisted, refusing any form of refusal. She gently wiped Allen's head and face as he stilled on his spot. 'And you guys, especially you Matsumoto, I won't be telling about this to the principal but if something similar to this happens again, I'll make sure my brother will kick you all out of this school!'

'Aren't we being cocky here, Lee?' a boy whose hair was parted in the middle neatly answered as he pushed his thick, round glasses up his nose.

'What-?'

'Lee-san! Please don't go to far for my sake.' Allen said in a shaky voice. He stood up as he pushed his chair out of the way and he gently tapped Lenalee's shoulder as he forced a smile. 'It's not worth getting in a fight with the rest of the class just because of someone like me. I can defend myself just fine so please don't bother. Your kindness is unnecessary.'

Allen left the classroom just as their teacher came in.

'Walker, where do you think you're going?'

Allen only waved his hand as his response and trudged along the now empty corridors on his way to the bathroom.

When he heard his classroom's door slam close, he let out a deep sigh.

'Darn it, I was so rude to Lee-san. I should apologize to her later when no one's watching. I just hope I won't get kicked in the guts.'

He turned left and entered the male's bathroom by the end of the hall and slumped on the nearest sink. He warily stared at his reflection on the mirror: the orange juice had now stained his newly-washed gakuran uniform. Thankfully, the cloth was made of black so he didn't have to worry about looking messy for the whole day. His locks of white hair have started to feel sticky too and he hated it when his hair was ruined. It was so easy to see if his hair was filthy since he had an inconveniently light, (lightest hair colour he had seen) mop of hair. He opened the faucet and cupped some water into his palms to pour on his head and started to sloppily wash his hair. Really, it was hard to wash one's head in a small sink such as this.

'OI!'

Allen froze. Whoever called him sounded royally peeved. He reckoned the guy got splashed on his uniform and he wanted some sort of apology. He was hoping verbal would be enough because he didn't want another trouble this early in the day. He squeezed his eye shut before standing straight up to look at the other guy standing before him. A strained smile stretched on his lips.

'Er, hi?' Allen said uncertainly.

'I got splashed on, moron.' the guy with a long, silky-straight black hair in tight high ponytail (Allen surmised he was a senior) snarled at him.

He peered at the older student's uniform first and saw there were blotches of colourless liquid on it and grimaced. He quickly put on a sincere apologetic face and bowed.

'I apologize. I was too careless with washing my hair.'

'Huh?! Hair-washing is normally done at home, moyashi, not in school!' the senior said nastily. His finely shaped eyebrow raised in annoyance.

Moyashi? What's that? Allen scratched his head as he looked up, his troubled smile still plastered across his face.

'Well, I normally bathe at home but due unwanted circumstances...' he paused, briefly looking away. He wasn't sure whether to tell the senior about the 'juice incident' but he quickly dismissed the idea. 'Well, long story short, my hair got really sticky and I had to removed the dirt off of my hair. I am really sorry that I got you wet senpai.'

The long-haired senior huffed out his annoyance.

'Cut it out. You don't need to bow twice.' he said curtly.

Allen straightened his back at once, wiping off his smile.

The senior remained quiet as he scanned Allen from head to toe; his eyes seemed to linger on the stains on his chest. After a while, he finally looked away spitting an audible 'che' while he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

'Just be careful next time, stupid moyashi.' he strode off, rummaging in his trousers' pocket. His hair swayed gracefully behind him.

Thank you Kami-sama for putting this petty issue to rest! Allen couldn't be any happier! He thought he would be bullied by this grumpy senior to pay for his uniform or something like that. It wouldn't surprised him if he asked for some sort of compensation for getting his uniform and pretty face wet.

'I shall, senpai. Thank you for understand-' Allen's grateful reply got cut off when he felt a soft fabric hit his face.

'You don't have to return it. I don't want it anymore. Che!' and the long-haired senior slammed the door shut behind him, not even bothering to wait for a reply.

'What the heck.' Allen said, blinking stupidly at the door, dumbfounded. He was clutching the grey plaid-patterned fabric he realized was a handkerchief. 'I don't know if I should feel grateful for this or should I be angry that he rudely threw this off to my face.'

He hesitated at first, warily eyeing the soft cotton material then decided there was no harm in using it since the senpai earlier bothered to lend (or maybe give, he was not sure) the neat handkerchief to him. He gently towelled his hair and face dry using the fresh fabric that smelt of something Allen could not quite identify, but it gave him the impression of something sexy in a manly way. Oh. Wait. Wait. Let us not go there brain. He was a man, for crying out loud! He quickly finished wiping off his mane before he left the comfort room, carefully pocketing the hanky; a small smile adorning his lips.

This day may not be that bad for Allen Walker.

Author's Notes: hello! i hope it wasn't too bad for your eyes. if you've read this part of the story, thank you very much for reading! *bows* i hope you guys won't mind giving me reviews. i suck at writing and i really look forward to improving myself. i want to be able to decently deliver you guys this story, no matter how cliche this plot may seem... haha!

so please review! thank you so much in advance. \(^_^)/