It was the first day of school and already off to a bad start.

First Kanda had lost his schedule and spent all his time before class attempting to unlock his locker, because that combination they gave him obviously was faulty.

Then, with a few well aimed punches and kicks, when he finally got the locker open, he realized it wasn't his. Oh well.

The journey to locker 303 happened soon after that, with Kanda running through the crowds of mulling people who just stared at him like a bunch of idiots with giggles and pointed fingers.

When he finally got his now-for-sure-his locker open, the bell had rung. So he was pretty much standing there in the middle of the hall, amidst the rushing crowds of students, looking like a freak.

Then he met him.

Minutes later, the halls were completely silent, and Kanda made his way to the front office. He stood there until the woman behind her desk raised her head and smiled.

"Hi, I am Lenalee Lee, how can I help you?" She had asked sweetly, and with a sigh he told her that he had unfortunately lost his schedule. She had laughed, her sorta pretty eyes twinkling, and looking through a file cabinet. "Here you go!" She had handed out the yellow paper, and with it given Kanda a pass. "I know you are new to this school." She winked and he sighed.

He hurried down the hall, looking at the paper in his hands. Room 50… and that's when he had bumped straight into someone else.

They, along with Kanda himself, went skidding across the ground in a ball, and Kanda was about to freak out when he heard no sounds from the other, until a chuckle reached his ears.

He looked up to see a white-haired man standing up, brushing off his jeans and holding out a hand. "Sorry about that gorgeous." He said and Kanda growled, accepting the hand and getting to his feet.

"I'm a guy," He had stated coldly, and the man had just smiled.

"I know. Anyway, do you happen to know where classroom 504 is?" he asked and Kanda sighed.

"I'm going there now." And thus ensured the adventure down the twisting and turning corridors of the Black Order High School.

"This is it." Kanda had said reluctantly and walked in, the man following behind him. Great, he was to have a creep for a classmate.

"Okay. Hello!" The man had said, and Kanda had stared until the next words came out of his mouth. "I am your teacher, Mr. Walker. I plan for this to be a…" And with this he looked at Kanda and ran a small pink tongue over his lips, "Great year."

….

When he got home, there was another surprise. There, sitting on his couch, was the same flirtatious teacher who had stared at him throughout first period. Mr. Walker sauntered up to him and smiled.

"Hey Kanda." Kanda dropped his bag on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" He asked rudely and walked into the open kitchen.

"I know your father." The man replied.

"Yeah, well fuck off Mr. Walker. Thanks for stopping by." Kanda frowned and stretched towards the box of cereal on the top shelf.

"I would love to fuck off, but that would require you." His teacher murmured right in his ear, and Kanda jumped about 10 feet.

"The fuck?" Easily Mr. Walker reached the box and tossed it to him.

"By the way, call me Allen." He winked and Kanda sighed.

"Pedophile." Kanda poured the brightly colored loops into a plastic bowl and began muching while Allen laughed.

"Am not. I'm 18."

Okay this is a goodbye my readers and friends.

Something happened, and to be honest I don't think my lifespan of will be lasting much longer.

Stil expect random updates when I am sick or bored, but other than that, Gomen.

I don't know, maybe I will finish this, maybe not.