Prologue – ill informed

It was a day that would go down in the black orders history. Even bookman agreed with Lavi that it was worth recording for future generations.

It was the day Yu Kanda was stupid enough to agree to a game of poker with Allen Walker.

No one was sure what triggered this fight. Then again, the fights didn't really need a trigger. They just seemed to start on their own. You could take out prevention measures but they would still erupt.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Hn. Perhaps beansprout."

"Don't call me beansprout!"

"…Beansprout."

"You're a bit overconfident aren't you? I got news for you, you're wrong. There are some things you couldn't beat me at if you tried!"

"Hn. Right."

"I mean it! If you think you're so great, why not agree to a game of poker with me?"

"I haven't got time to play with you beansprout."

Really, in the end it was Kanda's own fault. If he hadn't let his pride get the better of him, he would have been fine. But alas, Kanda's pride and overconfidence is of the highest calibre.

"Innless you think you can't win that is…"

He didn't really know better. He'd never witnessed Allen play poker before. He didn't know that behind that gentle and care exterior a demon lurked just waiting for suckers like him.