Hello, Scarfed-Prinny here, with my very first fanfic....thing. I hope its okay compared to everyone elses, and preferably not as short. I know, I'm lazy. I own nothing, but I want everything, and remains to be a very nerdy highschooler. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

"What can I say? Power corrupts."

Busy people, papers everywhere, dizzy sounds of ringing telephones everywhere, and unhappy bosses.

Just another day in the office.

In the midst of crazed people doing their jobs, one figure walks smoothly through them, talking casually on the cell phone, which is understandable when it was another phone conference or an important consultant.

The debate topic over the phone is about a video game that just came out.

The figure is a tall male, mid length black hair, black eyes, and wearing a crisp black suit with a matching black tie, dangling from his neck. An expensive looking watch is attached to his wrist, two minutes too late, and an i-pod is resting inside one of his pants' pockets. To top it all off, a nice pair of glasses resting on his nose. As he is dodging this way and that amidst the workers at the company, he does so without even any type of difficulty.

"Anyway, what's going on your end?" he talks into the phone casually.

"Well, things are kinda hectic!" yells a voice from the other end, with rapid sounds behind him. "The op-for brought out RFDs, and it's going to be real annoying if things don't thin out!"

The figure laughed, resting inside his office, closing the door and the blinds. He throws himself on his chair, and continues the call.

"It won't be a problem though, right?" he said, picking up a cup of coffee.

"Not at all! I've personally seen worse!" yelled the voice with a laugh in his voice.

"Well, I'll see you later here. ETA is 30 minutes. Take care Lavi."

As he hangs up the phone, knocking is heard, and a secretary walked in with a pile of paperwork. The secretary himself was in a lab coat rather than a suit like everyone else, and numerous pens were sticking out from his chest pocket. His trademark crazy hair gave the impression that it defied gravity with no problem, and pointed to the ceiling. With a very disgruntled expression, he looked down upon his superior, almost sure that this person will avoid to do work by any means.

"Section Chief Komui? Back to work sir, we don't have time to lie around."

"Aw, you are always too harsh Reever," Komui said, dodging the paper work. "Relaxing won't hurt anyone my dear."

"Let me put this plain and simple," Reever said with a smile, slamming the pile of paper on Komui's desk. "Do it, or else."

"Sir." He added as he left the room.

Komui sighed, but with a smile, picked up his pen. My secretary is a grumpy face today, half the sector is crazed in work, and all my kids are out on the frontlines or behind enemy lines, and I forget what else.

Yes, it's just another day in the office.

*

"Area is clear and cool." echoed a voice within the empty room.

Dust was still settling down from the atmosphere, and the ground was littered with empty copper bullet casings still smoking before completely cooling down. Along with the empty shells, bodies that ceased to function were on the ground with holes in their bodies. Shouldering the M-16, what looks like a young adult spat out a gasp of air, as if he was holding his breath for too long. He brandished wavy orange hair, a head band, and strangest out of the outfit, a black eye patch over his right eye. He was wearing the regulation battle suit, and laying his gun on the ground, started to stretch his muscles, groaning with pleasure as he did. Looking around, he counted the number of bodies, and reached to one critical problem.

"Ones' missing-" as he bent to pick up his weapon, a shadow burst into the light, and raised a knife poised to stab at its target.

Only to realize, a second too late, that a sword pierced its wielder's heart, killing him instantly.

"You idiot," a low key voice rang throughout the room. "What part of 'finishing the job' do you not understand?"

"I knew you'd come to my rescue Yuu-chi," said the 'idiot', laying down his weapon on the ground once more. "I can always count on you right?"

"Don't call me that," Yuu said, wrenching his sword from the assailant. "Or this will find its way through your heart next, idiot bunny."

Laughing, Lavi touched the side of his neck, talking into the throat communicator.

"Allen, we're all clear here. Yuu just saved me from imminent death."

"Called that," said the voice from the device, with a heavy British accent. "But it's kind of weird that you actually needed assistance though. Aren't you supposed to be some super genius who's going to inherit the central informational system back at base?"

"Your sarcasm is as colorless as you hair is," Kanda said, cleaning the blade in the corner.

"And tell Kanda he can go to hell." Allen added with a very subtle hint of annoyance.

"Why can't we all just get along?" Lavi asked, smiling to Kanda. "Anyway, Komui told me that ETA is in 30 minutes. He told me that about 20 minutes ago, so you might want to get here pronto."

"Crap!" Allen cried, and turned his communicator off. Lavi, laughing, turned on the beacon and placed it on the ground, and sat down to check his weapon. Kanda was still cleaning his sword vigorously, and with a grunt, stood up, placing the sword back into its scabbard.

"ETA countdown starts after you place the beacon right?" Kanda asked casually, looking into the sky.

"Yep," Lavi said, without looking up. "Well, better now than later, yeah?"