Disclaimer: I don't own -Man.
Warning: Kanda has a mouth on him.
*The chapters will probably alternate Kanda's and Allen's POV. Probably. I'll always let you know who's talking, though, so don't worry. :) *
I hope you enjoy! :)
Kanda POV
"OY! Yuu!"
"Don't call me that, you damned rabbit!" I yelled at the overexcited redhead. It is way too early in the morning for this.
"Did you hear the big news?" Lavi continued, unperturbed, "Apparently we're getting a new transfer student – from England! How cool is that? His name's Allen Walker, and he's apparently some kind of musical genius."
I sighed, not even questioning Lavi's well-informed-ness. As annoying as he may be, I have to hand it to him, he does have a knack for finding things out, especially if they're no concern of his. "It just so happens that I did know we had a transfer student coming. It also happens that I really don't care. Honestly. I really don't care." But of course that wasn't enough to shut him up.
"I wonder if he'll be in any of our classes? … Hey, Yuu," he mused, while I growled at him, "are you ok? You look kinda… not ok."
"I'm fine," I stated matter-of-factly, "I just had a late night getting all that damn homework done for that fucking AP Chemistry class. Shitty Kamui…"
"Ah man, that's it? And here I was hoping you were having love troubles or something, and I could take this opportunity to give you some sage advice…"
"If you don't shut up right this second, I swear I will kill you. And besides," I scoffed, "what do you know about love, anyway? Last time I checked, you've never once had any luck with a girl. Even now, the one you have a crush on is the little sister of a deranged, psychopath mad scientist. How exactly do you intend to give sage advice?"
"Yuu, be gentler," the eyepatched teen whined, "you're way too mean. No one's ever gonna like you with that attitude."
"Who says I want them to?" I snapped. We had finally reached the entrance to the school, and we made our way up the stairs and inside. Honestly, I'd really prefer to ditch the red-headed moron, but unfortunately we live near each other, and our families are friends, so no matter how much I might try to hide, he always finds me. And I'm not a big fan of hiding, so I just sort of have to grin and bear it. Not that I grin – I scowl.
We separated in the hallway to head to our first period classes. He had Journalism, and I had AP English, which he took last year. We're both seniors, in our final year of High School before reaching that much longed-for beacon of hope, graduation. Lavi says he wants to be a Historian. I have absolutely no idea what I want to be.
I hope you enjoyed! :)
The next chapter's done, too - it's longer than this. :)
