AN: Okay. I have no idea what I'm doing, but bear with me. This is, by far, the most random thought that had come to my head. Warning... may contain random crap and I really don't even know. I am sorry for any spelling errors. This will also be an AU. Please, enjoy.

Allen Walker had just came back from a crime scene and it wasn't pretty. It seemed like this death was connected to some of the other cases. There was little to no evidence left at the scene. The silver-haired male let out a long sigh. He was dubbed the head detective for this case, and it was getting nowhere. "Cheer up Allen! You'll solve this," said a very cheerful voice from behind him. The voice came from his red-head friend. Allen gave him a half fake smile. "Yeah, I suppose you're right Lavi," he had said with his British accent woven into the words.

Nothing ever seemed to go Allen's way. It was like he always had the worst case of bad luck in the world. Of course there were those few spare moments, but nothing else really. Allen was well-known as one of the best detectives, but he sure didn't feel like it. In fact, he felt like the complete opposite. Another sigh left his lips and he was on his way home.

The young male lived in any normal apartment. Fancy wasn't his style. Never had been and never would been. Taking off his coat and tie, Allen unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and made his way to the kitchen. One thing he did have was a big appetite. His stomach was like a big black hole that could almost never be filled, yet he didn't gain a single pound. Whenever he was asked about it, the male just shrugged it off. The fact didn't really bother him that much and he considered it normal.

Allen brought out some bread and other ingredients to make a simple sandwich, well, his idea of simple when it came to food. After eating his food, he looked over some of the evidence once again. They had three main suspects, but the only problem was their alibis. They were perfect and, of course, seemed set up. Allen just didn't have enough proof. The case really shouldn't have been as hard as it was. Something like this should have been easy. But it wasn't. It was anything but easy.

The young detective narrowed his eyes. He hadn't found anything else that would help him in the case so far. "It's like the murderer didn't even touch the ground. As if he was Death himself." Allen would do that from time to time; talk to himself. It was an old habit that he had yet to get rid of. It's wasn't like it bothered anyone. His phone made a noise and vibrated. Allen placed the folder down and reached into his pocket to see what it was. It turned out that he had gotten a message. The silver-haired young adult didn't really use his phone much. He had been forced into getting one because Lavi was pestering him about it up the point where the red-head had gotten one for him.

The message seemed normal until he saw that the number was blocked, and the message itself was; Catch me if you can little detective. Allen had to look once more, because he was, well, confused. Soon, he realised just who had sent him the message. But the questions that raced in his head varied from "who the hell is this" to "how the fuck did they get my number?" Whoever it was, one thing was clear. They knew that he was in charge of the case and were taunting him. And it worked, of course. This only made Allen want to find the murderer even more. To see just who it was and how they knew all this.

Allen let out a sound of frustration. "How am I going to do that if I can't even find the proper amount of evidence to do so?" He was complaining to himself about it. Everything was right under his nose, yet he couldn't figure it out. Letting out his billionth sigh of the day, Allen put the details of the case back into its folder and into his bag. The detective was getting a migraine that he really didn't want to deal with at the moment. After he had changed out of his work clothes, the sliver haired male threw himself on his bed. There was nothing left to do but sleep and hope that the next day would be better. Oh, how he hoped.

His dreams weren't any better. Allen had another nightmare of his foster father Mana. The man had done so much for him and how did he repay him? By being a complete dumbass and getting himself in trouble, that lead to a shot out. The only reason Allen was alive today was because Mana was there in time to save Allen, by sacrificing himself. Mana's last words to him were, "I love you Allen Walker." It always made the young adult tear up at the thought. Mana was the only one willing to take him in and actually care for him. Once again, Allen woke up with tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry Mana," he said in a soft and almost whimpering voice. "You were and always will be the best."

With that, Allen stood and started to get ready. He had another hard day of work ahead of him. And he didn't know just what that day had planned for him. As Allen was getting ready, he was listening to the news. He had told the people at the station not to let out any details on the case until he had more info. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He slipped on his shoes and same with his red necktie. Allen brushed down his hair, mostly to cover his scar, before hearing a noise at his window. When he had went to check it out, he had let out a soft smile. "There you are Timcanpy!" Allen opened the window to let in his golden-colored cat.

Allen pet the cat as he entered and then closed the window once more. "You better have not been messing with Tkyi's garden again." Timcanpy made a cat sound and the male knew that that's just what the cat had been doing. He smiled once more and let out a fake sigh. He could care less about that. It was actually really funny in a way.

Once Allen had eaten his breakfast, he put on his coat. The air was getting cooler as fall rolled in. "I'm off Tim! Stay out of trouble." He looked to his cat one more time before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. Allen took the elevator to the first floor and walked out of the lobby. It was a pretty mice day. For now at least. Allen had his doubts about the day. Something, to him, seemed off. "Maybe I'm justing imagining it," he muttered to himself. Allen hoped that that was the case. But he shouldn't have hoped. Everytime he did, the exact opposite happened. Maybe, just maybe, that day would be different.

AN: And there you have it! I really don't know what to make of this. I might just leave it like this. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed!