It was easier to pass as a guy, safer even. Especially when you didn't have any chest to speak of, like an actual C cup, a freaking 3 inch difference from the ribcage. A sports bra basically gets rid of any sign her sex, not that she much cared, she was in for more of that androgynous beauty deal, it worked for her.

Its sort of messed up that the world live in its dangerous to live as a woman, that they didn't have the same opportunities or the same treatment. And working in the modern day, well you needed all the advantages you could get.

Running a hand through her snowy white hair, she glances in the mirror and winces. The scar was an angry red today, sometimes it faded to a less angry more subdued red that was more easily covered, but the angry red took forever to cover properly and she was screwed if she got wet.

Taking out the liquid latex (Amazing stuff it was, really) she carefully smoothes out the jagged scar tissue, taking care to make it look completely natural. Then she takes several of her foundations, and dabs it on until that unfortunate bit was completely covered, and it looked like there was nothing there at all.

She honestly wishes she were more normal at times, not having to spend a good hour and a half every morning getting ready for work and having to wear gloves at all times. She didn't even know just how old was, though it was probably somewhere around 20 now, Mana had guessed her around 7 when he picked her up off the street.

She can remember it now even.

"Put me the fuck down you asshole!" Kicking and screaming, shaggy red brown hair flying she kicked the man who was dragging her along. Was she gonna end up like that one bitch Mary, stuck with some nonce kiddy fiddler and left on the side of the street dead.

"I'm not going to hurt you, its not a good idea for a kid like you to stay out there. You know what could happen., hate to have that happen. You have a name?" The man had set her on a park bench, and crouches in front of her.

"How am I gonna know you ain't some fucking pedo or something?" She puffs her cheeks, fully prepared to bring out the knife she filched.

"Well you'll just have to trust me eh? I work in a circus, so we'll be traveling a lot if you want to come along."The man smiles broadly, she wants to trust him.

"I dun have a name. Why me mister, why don't ya get someun that ain't broken." She knew why her parents didn't want her, she knew why they left her when she was a little toddling thing out on the street. She knew why she had to keep her hand covered at all times. Why did the mister choose her.

"Because you have spirit to you. And a deformity isn't something to be ashamed of, may I see?"

From then on Mana had been her dad, he saw her attachment to posing as a male and gave her a name. And also, he gave her pretty much all the faith in humanity she had, her old guardian was a piece of shit most of the time. He could be useful though, when forging documents was needed since well, she kind of had to live under the radar. Completely.

There's this person, well I say person because they are one of those odd creatures that you can't decide just what they are but they are attractive anyhow? They have this white hair that pisses me the fuck off, every single thing they do pisses me off. I want to bash their head in repeatedly. And fuck, they work at the one place near my place that makes decent tea. What's worse is they, that infuriating person by the name of Allen, is the sole person who can make said tea correctly.

Fuck my life.

Yuu Kanda clicks the post button annoyed. Yes, he was complaining over tumblr. Again. It was that asshole's fault though, pissing him off so much. Ugh, it was all so horrible and he hated it. And said person was behind the counter, within eyesight.
Kanda couldn't quite figure out just what the person was, though it really wasn't his business. But society has that thing of wanting to put a dick or a vagina on a person. They moved with the air of a fighter, but weren't quite muscled in the way men usually were.

This Allen person, they had hips. And a thin tiny waist and slight shoulders, whipcord muscle. And it drove Kanda insane. His years of training and athletic activities had conditioned him into knowing what the layout must be under a person's clothes. To train his eye on the way they walked, and assess them as to whether or not they would be a difficult opponent.

"Say, have you always had your head stuck so far up your arse that you are forced to talk through your nose, or is this just a some of the time thing." Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Allen was sitting across of him, chin resting on a gloved hand and staring at him idly.

"What the fuck are you doing. Thought you were working." Kanda glares at the other, which makes Allen smirk.

"I'm on break fuckhead. Also I figured I'd sit and have a chat from my apparent number one patron." Allen twirls a lock of pure white hair around his finger, staring at Kanda expectantly. "Now might I ask your name? Its only polite."

"Kanda." The reply is short and to the point, and he busies himself at typing the paper due for class. He was highly tempted to break the table on that bean sprout's head.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, you'll miss. And the name is Allen Walker, since you were so kind as to give me yours." Allen's odd remark makes Kanda looks straight up, into a smirking face and amused silver grey eyes.

It was pretty apparent from the look Kanda was giving her that she had annoyed the man, and he was likely to turn violent. Shame, he was so pretty, from the name alone she could deduce he was of Japanese decent, and his hair. Goodness, many would pay millions to have that sort of hair, long, straight and thick. It probably fell down to his waist.

He was annoying, absolutely infuriating, constantly glaring at her behind the counter when he was tapping away at his laptop. "Are you just going to sit there?" Kanda asks suddenly.

"Why yes, I am planning on sitting here until you murder me in my seat or leave the café. Simple as that." This guy was fun to play with, or rather he pissed Allen off to the point where pissing him off just as much was very much high on her list of objectives.

"Yo Yuu what's up with the dude?" A loud redhead pops his head through the door, and scrambles around tables and chairs to rest his head atop Kanda's head.

"Fucking hell Lavi its Kanda. Kanda." Kanda's eyes grow even more murderous; Allen liked this Lavi guy, so she smiled widely at him. He winks back mischievously with the single eye not covered by a black patch.

"I'm Allen, the maker of this arse's favorite tea apparently." The words coming out of her mouth makes Kanda stand sharply and he attempts to take her up by the collar. "Also dear Kanda, I told you not to try anything funny." Slowly she takes Kanda's wrist and pulls it down from her neck. Damn this boy was strong, not as strong as her but a good bit more than most.

This ass. Was stronger than him. What the ever loving fuck was this, no one was fucking stronger than him much less a fucking runt with a pretty face. And Lavi was laughing. Oh hell no.

"Yu you should've seen the look on your face! God that was priceless, priceless. Lavi was highly tempted to fall over himself laughing, so he did. Allen, that dude was a gem, absolute gem, and the look on Kanda's face when he lowered his arm without effort, well that was a once in a lifetime deal.

"Well gentlemen, I have a job that needs getting back to, also Kanda you ought to close your mouth, you're going to let unpleasant things in." Bowing Allen takes his leave, ducking under a counter. Kanda snaps his mouth shut and looks like he's about to chase after the guy. Lavi was torn between asking for Allen's number and holding Kanda back, he swung around either way so anything was fine by him. But Kanda had that sort of possessive look to his eye, like 'You touch this person I will kill you a thousand deaths this is the person I want to hate fuck yes'

Typical Kanda, mistaking infatuation with hate, oh this was going to be an interesting show indeed.

So I betrayed myself. I'm posting a chapter of a thing that isn't finished, while working on two other fanfictions. I just needed this thing played out because well, female Allen posing as a don't quite know what they are but god are they hot person is oddly entertaining. As is an infatuated Kanda.

Let us see how this plays out, I shall try to update once a week, and I fully urge you to yell at me over tumblr if I fail to do so.
Thanks guys for reading!
And please review, its like the food of my soul :)