Capitolo uno

"Good afternoon, or evening whichever you prefer, ladies and gentlemen. This is the talk back hour on 907fm with Yu-"

"I'll kill you I swe-"

"Allen and of course your favourite," a dramatic pause, "Lavi. It's currently 5:02 in the afternoon and you have the three of us lovely gentlemen to talk you your way home. Except. For the moment there's only two of us. Allen has mysteriously not shown up for work."

"Che. He's probably choked on a f-beeeeep- dango or some sh-beep."

"Kanda please censor yourself."

There is the sound of a slamming door in the distance and hurried footsteps approach the microphone. The current speakers stop talking and a distant voice is heard.

"I'm so sorry! Are you guys on air?" he hurriedly sat down, putting his head phones on and glancing down at the day's script, which of course they never followed.

"good evening Al buddy what's been happening?"

"nice of you to join us beansprout."

"it's Allen. There was a crash just of the hwy, so a warning to all drivers heading down the great southern, turn off as soon as possible if you do not want to redirected on the longest detour of your entire life."

"Crash! How bad was it?"

"No deaths-"

"Che."

"Damn you Kanda- but I think there were at least two people severely injured, head on collision I think."

"Nasty business. Well moving on to today's topic the question of today is on contemporary cultures. If that even makes sense."

"The question is; "what is the most prominent music culture of today?""

"Thankyou Kanda, it's actually going under a multiple choice, Allen?"

"Oh right so we've got A, heavy metal/screamo, B return of the 80's, or C pop/r'n'b/rap music."

"Aka the crap you hear on every radio station that is heavily over played."

"Wow Kanda holding back on the cusses I see."

"Actually, sorry to ruin it for you Allen, but he said 2 before you arrived."

"Oh. I wondered why I sneezed. So you've got those three choices really, so pick one, call us on-"

"1300 558 967."

"And give us a reason."

"Meanwhile, Yu give us your opinion."

"My opinion, damn rabbit, is that I'm gonna shove your fat head of red up your f-beeeeeep arse if you say my name one more f-beeeeeep time!"

"My, that was colourful, but what Lavi meant was your opinion on music culture."

"Shut up bean, your next."

"To give my opinion? I'd be delighted. I'd say the it's the return of the 80's."

"Course you would, just for a little extra info for the audience, despite our dear wee Allen being the youngest-"

"And shortest."

"I hate you Kanda-"

"-youngest and shortest," Lavi chuckled slightly at the now fuming Allen, "member he has a deep love for classical music, and of course the oldies."

"The 80's aren't old!"

"Che. Sure sure."

"Shut it. If you let me finish I was going to say that I think the 80's are uprising because despite the fact that the youth of today are stealing their parents favourite albums, it's obvious that all the new music, which is actually taking a techno turn, has been manipulating music from the 80's to their own songs."

"That's a mouthful. But it's true really. Music is becoming less different every thing's been done already so it's time to manipulate the past, in a sense. Take, for example, Rhianna's new song-"

"Who the f-beep is Rhianna?"

"Kanda do you even listen to the radio?"

"Oh shut up bean."

"Guys, guys, Rhianna's new song and it uses some singing from a Michael Jackson song."

"Pfft. Lavi that's Rhianna's old new song. Her new song has got singing from a Dragostea Din Tei song."

"Wasn't that song a copy of another?"

"Hmmm no I don't think so."

"No body care's for your opinions! Just answer the f-beeeeep phone rabbit!"

"Wow! What a response alright and the first caller for this evening your name please?"

"...." some heavy breathing could be heard on the other end.

"Hello? Is there anyone on this phone line?"

"Oh I'm sorry a-are you talking to m-me?"

"The phone line only has two f-beeeeeeeeep receivers yours and ours."

"Oh I'm sorry I'm so sorrrrrrrry, I'm just feeling quite flustered I've never done this before! I hope I'm not imposing!"

"Deep breaths miss it's alright."

"Don't worry you're not imposing, this is a talk back radio station, calling and talking to us is what you're supposed to do."

"Exactly what the beansprout said miss. So just give us your name, and tell us what you think."

"Oh, alright," they could hear a bit of sniffling before she continued, "well my, my name is Miranda and I, I agree with master Allen-"

There was a snort from Kanda and Allen mouthed the words; 'shut up prick!'

"-and the return of the 80's. I am also an 80's fan and I own a record store. I find I have many youths coming in and buying records I didn't even know the world still had record players."

"Mm I have a gramophone at home."

"Allen the collector of junk."

"Useless junk."

"One man's junk is another man's treasure, right Miranda?"

The woman on the other end suddenly burst out right into tears.

"Sprout you made her cry."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Miss Miranda! Please don't cry I didn't mean to upset you."

"Allen! Did you like send demon waves down the telephone line or something?"

"No no! I'm sorry Allen it wasn't you. Just your words touched me, see because I've had so many jobs in my past, I was treated like junk, and one day a man was going to throw out this old clock that he found because it didn't work, but I fixed it. And it was my treasure, and now I have a job."

"Well snaps for you lady."

"Kanda you are such an arse sometimes."

Lavi spoke loudly in order to be heard over the bickering duo; "well thankyou so much for your opinion on that Miss Miranda and good luck with your store! Please call again some time, I'd love to hear your voice again!"

Allen and Kanda just stared open mouthed at the flirtatious rabbit.

"Oh y-yes thankyou so much. Good, goodbye now."

"Bye bye miss Miranda!"

"And next on the line we have?"

There was a sudden blast of heavy hardcore music coming through the speaker phone.

"We already know what they're going to f-beeeeeep say. Just hang up rabbit."

"Christ Kanda can you ditch the curses already, my reaction times have at least doubled wit-"

"Helllloooooooooo?" a loud voice screamed through the speakers making Allen and Kanda wince.

"Hey howdy hey! What's happening my loud friend? Would you mind finding a quiet place or turning the radio down momentarily please?"

"Oh right, right hold on. OY REEVER!" his voice becoming even louder, making even the almighty Lavi wince, "turn it down a bit we're on the radio. Tapp, Tapp! Come over here. Sorry, is this that crazy trio on 907fm?"

"That would be us."

"Wicked! My name's Johnny I'm from the local universities science department, and we've got Reever and Tapp and a whole bunch of other guys rockin' out for the start of the holidays man!"

"Well he does sound like he's a tad bit too much to drink,"

"You don't know how british you just sounded right now."

"That would be because I am."

"Apparently, Johnny,"

"Yo! Lavi is it? Hey."

"He matched my name to my voice!" Lavi squealed excitedly.

"That's because you talk so f-beeeeep much!"

"Kanda if I have to censor you one more time-"

"Beansprout shush! As I was saying, apparently the science students throw the biggest parties yay or nay?"

"Heck yes we do! ain't that right Tapp!? Hey! Where'd Reever go? Though the medical students reckon their parties are better."

"Can we just answer the f-beeeeep question?"

"That's it Kanda I'm sick of this! Lavi we're switching seats you can do his censors now."

"Al. hate to break it to you but all of the seats have a censoring button."

"What?! Then why am I the only one who ever does it?"

"Cause you're so reliable!" Lavi looked like he was going to pinch Allen's cheeks.

"'cause you're the only one who gives a damn."

"could you two please stop bickering like an old married couple for at least 2 seconds so Johnny can answer the question?!"

"Oh right yeah the question! Something about music and culture was it? Yeah yeah well the metal definitely pulls out on tops cause like even if it isn't played publicly on the radio, you can hear it on the bus when you're surrounded by teenagers with plugs in their ears. You know what I mean."

"Yeah not to mention all the rock concerts." A distinct Australian accent came in through the phone, "There are a lot, a lot more rock concerts than anything else."

"Good point man. And can I just say where did you get that wacky accent? That is just ace! No offence Al buddy, but that tops yours!"

"Thanks, I'm originally from Australia."

"That is just outlandish man freaking sweet."

"You don't sound drunk."

"Of course I'm not, it's barely half past five, these guys are just idiots."

"Right well thanks for your call Reever the Aussie, Johnny the loud and Tapp-"

"Hey Reever, Reever I think Tapps passed out!"

"Shit. Thanks guys talk to ya later."

And the phone line cut out.

"'tis a bit early to be drinking really isn't it."

"How come you didn't censor him out Beansprout?"

"Because he's not as predictable as you are idiot."

"And it's already 5:30, such a dying shame to leave a room with only these two queers for company-"

"Say that again rabbit, I fucking dare you."

"Allen! You didn't censor him!"

"Well I figured I'd let him let his anger flow so that I could kill you myself."

"Tut tut so violent! But guys we can go now because as I was saying, despite this being called a 'talk back hour' it only lasts a half hour, it's a commercial lie, but the station figures you people would prefer to listen to music rather than us talk about music. But can you imagine it being called a talk back half hour? That would just be annoying."

"Beansprout please shut the rabbit up."

"since you asked nicely," Allen looked shocked momentarily at the use of the word 'please' before he spoke over the top of his red headed friend, "well you heard the Lavi, ladies and gentlemen thankyou for putting up with the constant mayhem and swearing, we hope you'll listen again the same time tomorrow-"

"Maybe the beansprout will be on time."

"And have a good night!" Lavi finished off.

The white haired male was pushing the almost full trolley through the grocery store looking around, picking up a random box of biscuits but then, deciding against them, put them back down. His hair was almost shoulder length, but very messily cut in a way that could be called stylish. Short for his age, and hunched over the heavy trolley, from behind he very much could look like an old man. However once the sight of his profile was caught, he looked in his late teens. Both assumptions would be wrong of course. He was in fact twenty years old.

A can soup came flying towards his head and barely glancing up he caught it in his mutilated left hand. Said hand was a cracked burgundy, some often described it as dried blood, where as he preferred to describe it as a desert with wine as the sand.

"Dammit Kanda you idiot! Give me a warning before you hurl a can at my face!" he yelled at some one down the isle.

A tall Asian looking man with long ebony hair, standing a good head taller than the British boy, stepped out from with in the isle smirking down at his friend.

"You should pay more attention to your surroundings instead of a fucking biscuit packet."

Allen growled at his friend. Kanda, Yu, whom detested is first name for reasons obvious to him and others who spoke Japanese, handsome, tall, and having a decent enough amount of intellect to satisfy, was incredibly violent. He often made threats on one's life, and was the only person with the amazing ability of sending Allen right over the edge, Lavi coming close in second.

Speak of the devil. Lavi, another young man, aged the same as Kanda, at 23, with a devilish smile that matched his cunning ideas and pranks, walked towards the two from the bread section. He had flaming hair which he kept looking like fire with the use of a lot of hairspray, and a mixture of never washing his hair, and of course his favourite green headband, and strangely unnecessary eye patch.

Kanda dumped two more cans of soup into the trolley and Lavi dropped in a loaf of bread.

"Alright I'll just go get some milk and then I'll meet you in the frozen food section alright?" Lavi asked smiling. Not that he really was asking, he was merely informing- Allen had been given the duty of 'trolley pusher' for this shopping trip, and Kanda, well Kanda was Kanda, and Lavi liked his milk in the bottle when he bought it.

Over in the frozen food section Kanda ordered a kilo of prawns, and then a little less squid.

"A kilo!?" Allen screamed at him as he dumped it atop the heap that the beansprout was pushing, "do you not know how quickly prawns go off?!"

"Yeah but we all know that you eat like a pig beansprout so the quantity sure as fuck won't be a problem."

"Fuck you and besides we were going to have steak tonight."

"Che. Ever heard of a freezer?"

"Yeah but we have to get it home without it defrosting first. It'll stink up my car!"

"Then let me drive."

"Uh-uh I don't think so! Not how you drive and not my baby!" Allen turned away slightly as though Kanda was going to wrench the keys from his pocket suddenly, when he caught some movement from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but notice Kanda was glaring at the two giggling and pointing girls.

The white haired boy himself turned to look at them and they took it as an invitation to introduce themselves, in a none introductory way.

"Hi," some more giggles, making Kanda twitch, "we saw you and you guys are like-"

"Way hot!" her friend broke out before they started to giggle a little more.

Kanda looked like he was just about to start strangling them, but Allen quickly patted him on the bicep, "calm Kanda calm."

"But like," some more giggles, "are you guys like a couple? Like are you gay?"

The Japanese man of pure anger and intent to kill swatted away the pale hand that was patting his shoulder, as the owner of said hand stood there stunned for a while.

"w-what an odd thing to-"

"Fuck off! You little brats." He couldn't get any more out of his mouth as their giggling faces turned to those of fear and they ran off with tears in their eyes.

"Kanda that wasn't very nice."

"Don't even talk to me fucking Beansprout or I seriously will kill you."

"Hey guys sorry about that! You should see the milk selection these days sheesh! Say do you feel like trying soy mi- GAK!" he was cut off as Kanda began to strangle him.

"How fucking long can it fucking take to get one fucking carton of fucking milk?!" he hissed into his steadily bluing face.

Allen stepped forward taking said carton from the dying man's hands.

"Alright Kanda I think that's enough now," he said as he placed them on top of the pile of groceries. "we gotta get this to the counter before the trolley breaks."

Out of breath and leaning forward with his hands on knees Lavi panted; "but what did I do? I didn't take long."

"You took long enough to make us look like fucking queers."

"But you guys always look like queers," Lavi dead panned as he straightened up, "whether or not I'm here you guys always look like a couple. I get asked all the time if you are."

Kanda was absolutely fuming and Allen rubbed his face, "please tell me you say we're not, for your own safety and life, please tell me you say no."

"Well you know..."

"That's it. I'm gonna kick your arse rabbit and you'll fly so high the suns gonna fucking roast you!" and the chase began. Allen shook his head in dismay and continued on towards the check out, grabbing two packets of steak cutlets and three packets of mince meat.

Down at the check outs he was waiting in line, he still hadn't seen the other two but could hear some screaming in the near distance. Then looking to his left he spotted some giant lollypops. He licked his lips greedily and lunged forward for one.

Unfortunately his timing was shots and as he lunged a large man stepped forward and Allen collided straight into his robust stomach, and rebounded, narrowly missing his head, to the floor.

"I'm so sorry sir, I was rushing ahead and I didn't see you!"

"oh that's no problem I'm sure 3" and he leaned over Allen with a painful looking creepy smile plastered on his face. Allen was slightly taken aback but didn't want to seem rude so he took the offered gloved hand, and found himself easily hauled up onto his feet.

The man was odd to say the least, and this was Allen thinking, wearing a big creamy white coat over stripy pants and a top hat atop his head. He also had glasses, through which he was giving Allen the once over.

"That's a strange arm you got there 3"

Allen glanced down at his left arm, "ah yeah." He wasn't quite sure what to say to that.

"I assume you were aiming for this? 3" the strange man asked as he took down one of the giant lollypops and handed it to Allen.

"Oooh! Earl! Is that for me?" a girlish squeal and giggle came from behind a large man, before a young face popped up from behind his shoulder. Laying on the strange mans large shoulder, the young girl, must have been no older than 16 in Allen's opinion, cocked her head to the side staring at the white haired boy holding the lollypop, "naw you gave it to him. can't I have one too?"

"Of course you can Road! Anything for my favourite 3"

"You're the best Earl! Just don't let Tyki hear you say that." She giggled before a manly voice spoke up behind them.

"Hear you say what?"

Allen couldn't see the man but he saw some smoke rising behind them. He was starting to feel a little awkward and realised he should probably get back to his trolley, but he just wanted to say thankyou to the creepy man.

"Ahh excuse me sir. I just wanted to say sorry again and thankyou. Umm goodbye."

But before he could turn and leave a curious head of curly hair poked around the corner of whom Allen assumed to be 'Earl' the man was quite attractive, with deep tanned skin and chocolate brown curly hair, and like the little girl with spiky blue hair, he had golden eyes. The cigarette looked just about ready to fall from his mouth as he stared at the white haired boy in front of the three of them. And the girl, Road, was looking shocked quite suddenly with her mouth hanging open.

"Say something else." The man spoke suddenly, saving the limp cigarette from it's fall.

"What?" Allen asked, feeling a little nervous.

"No no," Road perked up shaking her hand at him, "say something like 'good even and welcome!"

"Erm, good evening and welcome...?"

"The man and young girl looked at each other before smiling at him. Road jumped off Earl's shoulders and grabbed both of Allen's hand and Tyki stepped forward.

"Wow it is you! You're Allen Walker right? Right?"

"Ah yeah."

"Don't be put off, we're just heavy fans. We listen to your talk back every afternoon."

"Except weekends of course!" Road cut in winking, "cause you guys don't do weekends."

Meanwhile the Earl reached across and grabbed a couple of giant lollypops and walked back to their trolley.

"Oh um.. Wow. That's great! Thanks." Allen smiled somewhat sheepishly, pleased that their station had people who actually liked to listen to their talk. "I really hate to be rude but I should get back to the trolley now, but thankyou."

"Not a problem."

"We'll see you round Allen!" Road waved him off, as Tyki gave him a wink.

When he was barely insight and out of hearing range Road turned to her curly haired cousin; "he was cute!" she squealed."

Tyki ran a hand through his hair, "tell me about it."

A/N I was meant to be working on my other fics but this idea came to me and it's rather fun to write. So I typed it up, it's a little different and im not sure how hard it'll be to understand at the start. I tried to make it a at least a little obvious who was speaking and when but if it doesn't work and you're getting confused let me know and I'll fix it up next chap. There's plenty more to come so if that didn't bore you too much I hope you stick around for the next chap.

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p.s. this is the first time I have actually ever used the earl in my story. Sorry if he's ooc, I tried.