Ciao, TruancyCity.

To the people who don't care or bother to read this; fuck off and don't read any of my fanfics. To those who DO, I have some news.

I'm Bi-Polar. I just found out. So please blame it on that if you see emotional swings in Allen or any of the others. . .

Sorry. Yikes, don't kill me. . .

This fanfic turned out to be a multi-chapter. . .

Thank you for your patience.

InCheck day shock

Hello, again. I'm in a tight situation. As a freak and a newcomer, nobody bothered with a tour or the rules. Nor how to use your power. That bothers me. Not them ignoring me, but not knowing how to use you own strength. That bothers me, a lot.

Today was what Abilities called "InCheck Day", when the government basically checks how well you're faring with your power. In which I didn't have, and never will. I'm not a psychic, but even the most retarded human would know that I would end up in the Level 5 category.

Oh, yes, Abilities have Levels to shelf who goes where, and who's the strongest, or who's the weakest. Starting from me. . .

Level 5: the lowest; where your most ugliest stuff sit on; no one in that- yet.

Level 4: most common, fifty percent of Abilities in that shelf.

Level 3: second most common, thirty percent of all Abilities on that one.

Level 2: third most common, fifteen percent.

Level 1: barely anyone on that shelf, five percent.

Level 0: the highest; the ultimate; the top shelf where all your favorite possessions perch; only three Abilities currently recorded to ever reach that high.

And. . . Well, that's it. The Level 0's are called "Generals". My Master was one. So was his ex-wife. But they both disappeared somewhere I can't explain, because I don't know.

This school makes me frustrated. I'm sorry that was just so random, but like ever other place, they mistook me for a goddamned, excuse me, girl. But I fixed that. I think.

"Walker! Don't daydream! Keep up your pace!" I heard the physical education teacher bark, after he'd blown sharply on his whistle, making me and the others wince.

"Hai, Link-sensei!" I stammered, jogging faster. I only rolled my eyes when I heard the girls snicker in their girly way. They'd never stop that, would they?

After the physical test, which I passed with full marks(glory to Master), next was the kinesis exam. That earned sweat from me. Oh, no. . . I wish the person I'd accidentally hurt last week was here. He should know, right? After all, he was the one who told me he was once an Uncertain, or whatever that was.

The Asian girl in front of me was called up. The next thing I knew, she was a black dot in the sky. I whistled in awe. That was amazing. She must be really strong.

"Good job, Ms. Lee," the over-looker said, taking down notes on her pad. "Could do a little work, but as usual, Level 1. You pass. Next!" I gulped.

Lee stared when she saw my disfigured self. I stared back, not batting an eyelash. I expected her to giggle or give me looks of pity, but she just smiled. Not the mocking kind. A sympathetic one. I blinked in surprise when I saw her mouth form the words "good luck". I cracked a smile despite my nervousness. She wasn't half bad.

"What can you do, Walker?" the over-looker asked when I approached her. Honest to death, she looked like a child, but I knew better than to stare or ask her why she looked like that.

I fidgeted. Never panic in tight situations. Relax. Get nervous, and you'll die. Even though they were harsh, they were Master's words. And they were always right. I took a deep breath, calming my rapidly beating heart. Think of clouds. Or dandelions in their puffy white forms. Whatever that makes you feel welcome.

Dandelion clocks and pianos always worked. I pictured them swaying in the wind, music flowing along with it. Tingly excitement filled me.

"I'm an Uncertain. I'm not sure just I can do. I don't know if I even have power, more or less know how to activate it," I replied to the impatient over-looker. Hearing that, she relaxed. Then she looked like she was in deep thought.

"Hm. . . Well, try this: something releasing important to it. Or anger. Fear. Anything that makes you upset," she suggested, twirling her fountain pen. I thought for a bit. Something that upsets me? Argh. . . This was confusing. . . Wait, what about. . . Maybe? It's the only chance I've got.

I closed my gray eyes, and imagined a dandelion clock shedding its seeds into the breeze.

"What the. . .?"

The entire stadium was empty and charcoal black, like my left arm. What in the world happened? Where did everyone go? Who did this?

"What the fuck?!" a coarse voice barked. I jumped ten feet into the air, and whipped my head to my left side, where the source was heard. It was a Japanese male whom I didn't know of. He had long hair tied back into a ponytail, and sharp cobalt blue eyes, a little shorter than the male I met last week.

He grabbed my left arm, demanding, "Did you do this?" My left arm was a sensitivity of mine. I panicked. Like what happened to the male I'd met over a week ago, there was a short crackling sound and a hiss of burning. He snapped his hand back, with a bewildered expression.

It was even more harsh than before. His whole palm was shiny and pink, outline of it bright scarlet red. But to my amazement, it started to heal almost immediately in a fast rate. My astonishment didn't last even a second though. I went straight to questions.

"What happened?" I asked in a surprisingly steady voice. As far as I knew, no one was dead. If they were, there'd be traces of blood and scents of death. But there weren't. Though, that wasn't enough to put my anxiousness into calm.

The Japanese male "che"d. "Like hell of I know. From the looks of it, you're the one who caused this." I quickly realized that the spot I was standing on was the only space that wasn't black. "All I saw was a fatass lightning and a even bigger crackling sound."

I tried not to wince at his vulgar choice of language. Then I heard a rather loud pop. Both of us were startled. The over-looker had the face of a devil. I began to sweat. She stomped over to me, and skimmed my body up and down. I looked at her confusedly. What was she doing?

"You, Allen Walker," she started loudly. I winced at her explosive volume and pointing finger. Oh, I was dead, I knew it. Just kill me now, ju-

"Pass! Power Record taken! Ability: ElectroKinesis! Shelf of Strength," she paused, smirking in a pleased way, ruby pink eyes shining and twinkling brightly. I thought for sure that she was going to expel me from the Black Order University for exploding the gymnasium. She didn't. Instead, she said something that left me blank and frozen like a dry ice cube.

"Level 0."

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, BAKA DESHI?!"

I groaned, throwing a pillow at Master's hologram, which expectedly passed, distorting the three-dimensional image for a short moment before reshaping itself. "Yes, Master, I heard you! Please, lower your voice!" I begged, fingers itching to press the "off" button the the cam-com letter.

Master's hologram sighed out loud, scratching his head. "I knew you had potential power, but Level 0? I'd expected you, at the least, pass to Level 2. Argh, I need a drink, I feel a migraine coming. . ."

I glared at him."If you think your pupil being a Level 0 is bad, then you should have told me how to control my power so I'd be a Level you want me to be," I hissed through my grinding jaws, scowling. "Then you wouldn't have a stupid migraine either!"

Master scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Calm down, getting angry's going to kill you." I sighed, shoulders slumping. "I know, I know. But still. . ." I trailed off, and plopped onto the canopy bed the university provided me with. "I don't like it."

"Like what?" Master asked, lighting a cigarette. I covered my nose instinctively, earning a roll of eyes from him. I put my hand down, cursing my reflexes. "I don't like this. The big bed, and wines, and expensive food," I replied, waving to the things I mentioned.

Master stared at me as if I'd grown a second head. "That's it?" I nodded sullenly. He burst out laughing. "I can't believe you, Allen! I'd kill for what you have right know! Anyone that's not a General and got no money would! Then again, money's not all that important to your kind, is it?"

I snorted rudely. "Of course you would," I muttered. Before he could say anything, I continued. "So is there any way to control my electricity power? I'm worried that I might suddenly burn someone again."

He blinked. "You burned someone before?" he asked curiously. I nodded again, this time without the sulkiness. "Twice. Two different people. Both guys. Tall. Abilities. Arrogant."

Master rolled his eyes again. "I swear, you're like a super magnet that pulls in people. Except you're a guy and you attract guys. That's fagness, you know."

"And you're a dickend and a cocknose, I bloody know, arsehole!" I snarled in English and British slang. Master did nothing but bark out a hoarse laugh at the insults. "I think it was a good idea to send you here," he said, wiping off an imaginary tear.

I looked at him weirdly. "What's that got to do with anything?" I demanded, crossing my arms. He half-smiled, half-smirked. "You've gotten cheeky, Allen. Back at home, you'd never say anything, whether it was good or bad. Now look at you." he replied dramatically, chuckling. I scowled again.

"I'm crying buttermilk, Master." He laughed harder, only adding oil to my lamp. I heard crackling. He stifled his laughter. "Alright, alright, I'm stopping, I'm stopping." The noise faded. I calmed, tense shoulders relaxing.

He raised a hand to his chin. "Seems like your power invokes when you get angry or panicked. That's the conclusion to every Ability. But you can control it if you find the one reason you live for." I blinked at the sudden corny statement. "Say what now?"

Master just shook his head, and patted my head as real as he could. Then the hologram fizzed out. I stared long and hard the letter. I raised my foot up high, and slammed it down on the device, scattering the nuts and bolts in every direction.

I hated it when he left phases like that.

After a good couple of minutes, I sighed quietly, picked up the phone next the contact menu, and dialed the Supervisor's Office.

"Moshi-moshi?" I heard the cheerful voice ask on the other line. "Um, yes, hello, Komui-san? Not to be rude, I appreciate that you even bothered to give me this suite, but please, may I have my old room back? I'm not accustomed to expensive attractions. Only my Master is," I said, as politely as I could.

"Oh, sure! No problem, just in time too," he replied in his chipper tone. Before I could say anything to that, he continued. "You see, Allen-chan, my dear sweet Linalee needs a roommate. Her current one had to go away because of her parents," the Supervisor explained, though I didn't ask for it. Then something hit me. Not physically, but mentally.

"Um, pardon me, Komui-san. . . But you are aware that I am a male, correct?" I asked, hoping that he seriously did. "I contacted Cross about that, so, yes, I am. Ohh, my dear Allen, if you are worried that I thought you were a female, I'd put you with my cute little baby sister. But the thing is, she was the one that asked that you be her roommate."

I was silent for a few long seconds, face blank. "I am a male, Komui-san," I repeated, voice monotone. His still chipper voice replied. "I know, Allen-chan. But you see, I can't refuse my adorable Linalee's requests if they're not dangerous. This is not dangerous, so will you take the offer?"

I heard crackling again, but louder. "Will do, Komui-san," I said through gritted teeth. A tiny spark raced up my arm and with a loud pop and sizzle, the line was literally cut.

How was I going to explain this to the other ladies and guys?

I hated this.

So? Good? Bad? Neither? Tell me.

"-san" is what you use for formality, if you don't use it for strangers or people whom you barely know, it's considered REALLY fucking rude.

"-chan" is a lover thing, but you can use it for cure things or people you consider cute or adorable, also for people younger than you.

"-sensei" is a squat word you MUST use for teachers, unless you want a year's worth of detentions(a.k.a., a chalkboard eraser chucked at you and an afterschool slavery).

"hai" means "yes" or "okay" in Japanese.

And I told you in the first chapter what "Baka Deshi" meant in Japanese.

Oh, and people, when I politely ask you to answer my questions after the chapters. . . please do fucking answer them. I am getting quite frustrated.

And if you thought that this fanfic is somewhat similar to the side-story anime "To Aru Kagaku no Rail Gun", you're right. I got this idea from that. But I tried my best not to copy entirely. I don't want this to be a CrossOver.

Anyroad! Here's the reason why I chose electricity to be Allen's power.

If you go to the D. Gray-Man Wikia and look up Allen Walker, you'll see everything about him. In the Skills and Powers category, there's a move Allen uses called "Energy Arc", where Allen literally gathers green Innocence energy and slashes a wave at his opponent. When he does, it looks like electricity, so there.

Here's the site: dgrayman. wikia. com/ wiki/ Allen_Walker

Skip the spaces. This net doesn't allow you to copy sites that easily.

As for the British slang curses. . . I have my sources. -_- XD

(I hope the Level thing didn't confuse you!)

Arrivederci.