READ THE BLOODY AUTHOR'S NOTE. Okay, now that I have your attention, I have a few things to say :) 1st, this is my first D. Gray-Man fanfic ^.^" So if any of the characters are OCC, please tell me! Other than that, please enjoy :3

Warnings: Pft, this is Kanda. Language obviously xD

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM ;-;


Never, ever trust the science division. I should have known the minute Komui told me, "There's something the science division would like you to try out!" Damn me and my ignorance… and now look what's happened to me. Well, I guess it's partially my fault for being so stupid.

4 hours ago

I wasn't really worried about what the hell the science division was injecting into me this time. It was probably just another power buster, or an innocence energizer. Either way, I was positive it would make me stronger. I barley winced when they injected the needle, but what surprised me was that I passed out right after that.

"Sorry Kanda~" Komui said cheerfully. By then, it was too late.


When I woke up, everything felt wrong. My head hurt like hell, my body felt like it had been smashed under a building, and my vision was all blurry. Finally I started noticing that there were voices all around me, and my body was being poked and prodded at. I grumbled angrily, not being able to find the strength to yell yet. After thirty minutes, I was finally able to talk, and my vision wasn't all blurry anymore. I got up, frowning when seeing how far up the damn bad was. What the hell, did they get really tall beds or something? I jumped down anyway, wincing when my legs gave a painful protest. What the fuck was wrong with my body? What the hell did they do to me anyway?

I stumbled to the bathroom, frowning suspiciously when seeing the tall sink and mirror. Okay, the fuck was going on dammit? It's not like I'm short, so this sink is really damn tall. Some of the nurses couldn't even reach this thing! Okay, something must be messed up in my head. Damn Komui and his twisted mind games…

I walked back into the room, going over to the full sized mirror. I blinked twice, not believing my eyes. We're my eyes… always this big and childish? Last time I checked, I didn't look like some little kid. Maybe it was just the medicine screwing with my mind. I shook my head, going back over to the bed. Maybe I should just get some more sleep…

My head snapped around, and I looked into the mirror. My eyes narrowed dangerously, and I growled. The growl came out all high pitched and childish. My eyes widened in shock, and I thought of the possibilities. I hadn't asked Komui what he had injected into me, and he hadn't told me any details. Oh god. No. No fucking way. He wouldn't fucking dare.

"KOMUI! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!"

Present Time

I quivered with rage, totally and utterly prepared to murder that bastard Komui. After yelling furiously, Komui had sheepishly walked in, hands raised in defense. To my horror, the first thing the crazy bastard did was squeal, twirl me around, and then let me go after sensing death coming from me. I sat on the bed, thinking murderous thoughts. Komui explained to me that what they injected into me was an innocence booster, and apparently one of the side effects was time removal. This pretty much meant that the user would turn into a child. For how long, nobody knew. They were still working on an antidote.

"So, how long am I going to be stuck like this?" I growled dangerously. Komui looked nervously at me, knowing I wasn't going to like what I heard.

"We… don't exactly know yet."

"Days, weeks, months, years? Give me a clear fucking answer dammit!"

"I already told you, we have no idea Kanda."

"You don't feel bad about this at all, do you?" I deadpanned, twitching with annoyance. He sighed, obviously trying to hold back a smile.

"Well, you do look very cute-"

"Don't you bastard. Do not fucking say it."

"-cute. Sorry Kanda, but you do~~~!" he squealed, looking happily at me. I gave him one of my best death glares, hoping that my childish look wouldn't ruin it. To my satisfaction, it seemed to work.

"So, what the hell am I going to do until then?" I asked impatiently. Komui smiled creepily, making me regret my words.

"Well, since you aren't sick, you can't stay here~"

"No way in hell. No one else is going to see me like this!" I screeched, getting ready to go over there and slap the smug look off the Chinese man's face.

"-but you can't stay here~~"

"Why?! This technically is an illness bastard!"

"Too bad~~~"

"Che."


After Komui left (giving me two hours to pack up and leave); I tried thinking of a way to avoid this. I would never live this down if anyone saw me in this condition. I decided later that I would just get a black cloak from the closet, cover myself, and quickly go to my room. If any bastard saw me, I would pretend to not be Kanda. I mean really, who the hell would think that I turned into a child? I don't even believe it myself.

I opened the door softly, not wanting to attract attention. I was still wearing my other clothes, which I feared would fall off. I struggled to keep going, muttering cuss words every time I stumbled. Finally, I almost got to my room. I breathed a sigh of relief, smirking deviously. See? Nothing can stop Kanda.

I was so close. But of course, the world hates me to the core of my existence. My foot right then decided to snag on my pants, making me trip and fall face first on the floor. If that wasn't enough, someone just had to see me and come running to see if I was okay.

I was pulled up to my feet, and to my horror, my cloak fell off. I froze, hoping that god would have pity on me and the person wouldn't notice-

Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck. Living be damned, I would like to die right now thank you very much.

Because of course, the person who pulled me up just had to be the stupid moyashi. Otherwise known as Allen flipping Walker.

"Kanda?!"

Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk


Poor wittle Kanda ;) Hope that was a good enough first chapter =_= Please review/comment~!

Disclaimer: I don't own DMG ;-;