Disclaimer for Typical Days in the Black Order: I do not own D Gray-Man, Katsura Hoshino does. This writer also apologises in advance to all readers, authors and especially Katsura Hoshino if the contents of all chapters happened to be related/copied/modified/used (due to this writer's lack of imagination). The writer thanks all readers, reviewers and fellow fan fiction writers in advance for helping the writer out (with anything; especially for grammatical errors).

WARNINGS for Typical Days in the Black Order: This story is made in attempted humour and this writer will not be responsible for boring readers to tears if it is not humorous or entertaining at all. There will be possible grammatical errors (Do help me out by pointing it out in Reviews, Thanks!). The created OC is sometimes used as her point of view for ideal effect. (It is rated T for future chapters' use of swear words by characters in fits of anger.)

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language (Hence rated T), potential maiming of a character, OC used as main character.

A/N: I have nothing else to say. So now … Enjoy the one-shot!

Typ-i-cal [tip-i-kuh l]

1 Has all the usual characteristics of the group or class it belongs to: typical Scottish weather

2 Used in behaviour of a person if they behaved exactly as you expect them to behave and as they always behave: A hostile reaction is typical of him

[Extracted and modified from the 'Essential English Dictionary, Times-Chambers, 2nd Edition]

Unwanted Changes

Bright sunlight seeped past the curtains, unfiltered, brightening up the dark room. The grouchy occupant (me) is rudely awakened by the annoyingly bright sunshine, bent on waking me up in its warm and cheerful glory. The alarm clock proved every right for me to swear darkly at the irritating thing that woke me at 07:00 A.M sharp, ruining my nicely planned schedule for the day.

I glare at the state of the bright, cheery room. Muttering inaudible curses about the timing, I pull the covers over my head in a pathetic attempt to block out the light.

I still cannot sleep, especially so as the warmth of the sunshine wake me again. I sit up reluctantly and sigh. My "To-do-list" will have to be done a lot earlier than I'd like. I perked up at the extended time I will have left for reading away in the Library (without any troublesome interference).

I brush my unkempt shoulder-length hair, humming softly. Inwardly, I enjoy the calming silence that rarely occur and last in the Order. I put the comb down. As if on cue, the peace and quiet is suddenly shattered by the muffled screams, shouts and a hint of manic cackle in the background, marking the new (though too early to me) start to the morning. I let out an annoyed huff. It's time to wash up, change, and recharge myself before dealing with all sorts of mess mainly caused by an irritating lot of inventions, created by those people called scientists.

This is just brilliant… It's another typical day to deal with the chaos… again.

Stifling a yawn, I slam the door, prepared to face the oncoming problem number one, only to see the vast, impressive view of the interior of Headquarters. The scene of peace that is previously broken earlier greeted me again. Now, that's just odd. I sworn I had just heard… something. In puzzlement, I look down into the bottomless pit of darkness, which effectively concealed the activities below. I contemplated the very idea of risking myself just to approach to the scene of disaster out of curiosity. This train of thoughts, however, crash into the nearest imaginary wall.

"Ma- umm… Kuroshi? You are up early…"

"… 'Morning, Lenalee. Did something happen? I heard noises." I notice a tray of coffee she is holding. "Are you going to serve coffee to the scientists?"

"Yup… Sorry, to wake you up this early. My brother and the Science Division tend to make a lot of noise when they work." She smiled.

"It's okay…," the sentence contradicted my actual feelings towards the Science Division, especially her brother, Komui Lee. I mentally suppress a murderous intent concerning the Supervisor, reminding myself that exploding into a fit of rage and violence suddenly and all over the place is undignified. "I'll help, Lenalee…"

I balance the tray of mugs with ease while Lenalee chats and passes mugs to scientists in deprivation of the much-needed caffeine. A whine of "Lenalee~…" signals the arrival of the "slacking" Supervisor. Amid the usual activities, I fail to notice the oncoming load of boxes tumbling down towards me. Crash!

That is my first mistake; going into the Science Department. Why? Because… shit happens. Voices express shock and worry as they turn towards the sound and the unfortunate victim- … me. All I can see is a puff of smoke, wincing at the sudden throb at the head.

…

"Kuroshi…" A hand reach forward. I take it, pushing myself back on my feet, thanking the owner (of the hand). That is when everyone gape at me in a rather unattractive manner. I frown, bemused. Lenalee stares at me, her eyes widening in surprise. Curiously, I take a look at my reflection at the nearby mirror. I gasp.

"W-what…!"(Cue o.0)

My normally short hair suddenly shot down past my waist.

Next time, I note to self, serve coffee with Lenalee in the Science Department with caution.

I back out towards the doors, assuring everyone that I am fine. Lenalee protests when I decided to 'chop off' the long locks. Komui, meanwhile, grins manically at the result, exclaiming "…hair tonic…actually for…but…worked…!" hinting that the product is untested and supposed to be for some unlucky soul. Hilariously, he whines unhappily later, as he is forced out of the place by Reever.

"Do I have to….? Whyyyyy~ I wanna see my dear Lenaleee~"

"Supervisor- You have to go… and you have seen Lenalee already… Please go back and finish the paperwork, Komui."… Both continued their little argument while I assess the damage done by the potion.

… I'm lucky that the tonic actually worked with no side effects.

Lenalee drags me off to 'trim the gorgeous long hair' despite my faint protests. She refuses to see 'such beautiful locks being chopped off'. I give in. Both of us retreat to her room. Lenalee shut the door, pulls me to the bed and starts the torment. The rest of the hour is spent on her playing with my hair before giving it a layered trim. Frowning at the way my hair keeps being in the way, I borrow a hair tie ("May I borrow yours…?" "Of course!") and pull it back into a high ponytail.

I storm off to the cafeteria with no trouble. My stomach growls with approval at my choice.

The clock shows 09:00 A.M. Luckily, I have come just after the frantic 'Rush Hour' for breakfast. I give a semi-smile. After all, the 'Rush Hour' is something I'd rather avoid, due to the abnormally long queues that go on forever, which is downright nasty.

Not to mention the fact that there's a certain person who will order a week's worth of food… making others wait for at least ½ hour. And as well a fight between the British Exorcist and that particular Japanese samurai when they happen to be here at the same time, bringing out one of the worst disasters that will surely break out suddenly and all over the place…

The last time actually had the cafeteria thoroughly thrashed. Casualties were numerous as it happened to be so sudden. I shudder at the thought. I am lucky that I was on a mission on that day (It is then I know about it later; everyone had been whispering about it). Wondering at my surprisingly good luck (minus the hair accident), I place my order, thinking: I am going to enjoy the rest of the day…

That never happen.

I stroll down the main corridor. I pause…and frown. I look around suspiciously. Everyone is giving me a wide berth, as if I am going to snap their heads off when they got too close. Only one or two Finders take a look at me and started whispering. A significant number of them goggle at me. They display a range of expressions, looking as though they had seen… a demon approaching from hell and a rare specimen they have never seen before…all rolled into one…

…?

I slow down; pondering at the unusual expressions the crowd are giving. What's with them, looking at me like that?

I overhear some of the discussions. Something like "…hit by…Komui's… experimented…" and as well as "…gender-switch… shorter…" I shake away the suspicious thought away. It's impossible that I somehow turned into a guy. To prove my hypothesis, I look down. Everything's still there. I muse. I turned… shorter…? That's just great. Like the midget (Yes, me) need to get any shorter. (Note: Kuroshi is shorter than Allen)

"Yu!" the flamboyant voice calls. You…? Before I even turn around instinctively in response, it calls again. "Hey, Yu-chan~ Wait up!"

Wait. You- Yu…? Kanda's here? …This means…oh shit!

I brisk-walk, concluding that I'd not want to get caught in between the violent samurai and the prankster known as Lavi. I hear "Extend!" and feel a hand on my shoulder, only to receive a gasp of surprise. I turn to face him reluctantly. He wants me…? Lavi's eye widen. "Yu-cha- You are not Yu…" I am given a frown.

This is odd. Bookman apprentice hardly recognises me at all, mistaking me as Kanda? That is when I mentally smack a hand to my face. No wonder all of them producd such weird reactions. The ponytail happened to make me look like him. I should have known. I patiently watch Lavi as realisation begin to dawn on him."You…Shiro-chan?"

I sigh. Is it so difficult to see the difference between me and that Japanese Exorcist? After all, I am shorter than him! (Look at above Note) "Komui did it," I said flatly at the questioningly raised eyebrow by the redhead. Not bothering to wait for Lavi to finish digesting the new piece of information (or even ask another question), I dart off.

I have enough of all these nonsense. It's time to go back to my room for peace and quiet.

Today's so not my day. I am in the verge of losing my sanity. I look around. Everything is where it should be. I have a feeling that my privacy has been violated. I pause and scan around my 'territory'. There are no strange parcels anywhere either, or potentially nasty surprises to catch me. Yet.

I survey around the surroundings once more. I frown. Something's off. As if someone had gone in and messed with my possessions. I ignore my 'sixth sense'. I proceed to open the wardrobe to get my book. Nothing could express my shock after looking at the contents inside in disbelief.

…

What the hell?

Is this my wardrobe? Where are all my clothes!

All I see is a blinding clash of vibrant colours. My white dress shirts are all gone?. I can only glare at the row of miniskirts and revealing dresses when I take them in with horror. This must be a sick joke. I will never wear them. Hurriedly, I take them down. Maybe Lenalee will like some of the pieces; I'll give them to her. A snigger alert me of a particularly annoying presence, stopping me from putting a pink blouse in the sack. I turn and see the redhead. He grins.

"Shiro-chan…? I see that you have found them. It looks a lot better than all the tomboyish dress shirts and dark slacks you have. All credit goes to me~ I picked them out myself. Ah…! That black number…!" I hold the revealing black dress out in question. "I'm sure it will look good on you! Especially so now that you have long hair! Err… Shiro-chan…?" The initial shock is over, replaced by a torrent of anger. I snap. This is the last straw. This meddling fool decided to give my wardrobe a makeover. I'll give him what I think of the makeover. I pick up the scarf, a murderous intent set on skinning that annoying prankster, alive.

"USAGI…" I snarled. A murderous intention surge through, urging me to torture the nosy, irritating redhead. Slowly and painfully. Said annoying rabbit backs a step.

Innocence, invocate!

He gapes at the sinister appearance of the scimitar/scarf weapon Innocence and bolts.

Feminine shrieks echos down the corridor while the rabbit turn a corner, dashing for his life. I give an uncharacteristic smirk, sprinting after my kill.

No one ever messes with my wardrobe.