Hey everybody! Itsa me-ah- Memorykey. I know I'm crap at updating this story, but here ya go, the long awaited chapter. I'll try and update again before winter break is over, but I make no promises. Well, without further ado, here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray Man or Darker than Black. Even though I reeeeeallllyyy want to. I just need to find a shooting star that isn't the death of a contractor. Raggle Flaggle.

Hei POV

I walked towards our normal rendezvous point, the park. Spotting just the person I wanted to see, I made my presense known.

"Hello, Huang."

Peering over his newspaper, the wrinkled man spoke, "Oh, it's you again. What do you want?"

I smile teasingly, "What, not even a hello?" Seeing that my humor was misplaced by the glare directed my way, I switch my personality to professional, "I need information."

"Oh?" The man raises an eyebrow, "What about?"

Taking a deep breath, I say, "I need all the information you can get on a 'Crowned Clown.' I believe he could be a threat in the near future."

Putting his paper down, Huang stares at me inquisitively, "A new contractor?"

Glaring fiercely at the ground, I respond, "I don't know."

Huang's other eyebrow reaches the top of his forehead, "I'll try to get what I can. Any other information you'd like to share on this 'Crowned Clown?'

"I know his name, but it could be an alias."

Huang's eyes bulge out of his head, "Why didn't you mention this before? Even if it is an alias, it'll make it easier to find him."

"His name is Allen . . . Walker, I think. He had a companion with him named Lavi. Allen has white hair and a scar going down his left eye. He looks to be around 15-17. Lavi has bright red hair and an eyepatch across his right eye, I'm not positive that he's actually blind though. Another distinguishable trait about Allen is his appetite. He tied with me in an eating competition."

The older man's mouth drops wide open, "Even that merit's investigation! I didn't know there could be anyone with as big of an apetite as you!"

I roll my eyes. Huang was such a drama king sometimes, "I'll come back in two days. Will that be enough time?"

He waves a hand flippantly, "More than enough."

Quietly nodding at the man, I hook my fingers in my belt loops and walk away. Hopefully things will come to light soon.

Allen POV

After our little fight in the alley, Lavi and I decided it would be best to report to our officials for this mission as soon as possible. We cut through the crowds, Lavi leading the way to the British Embassy. Having gotten to Japan a couple hours before our meeting time, we'd decided to check a few things out to kill time. It was merely luck that we stumbled across the ramen eating contest. I was hungry and the food was practically free. Before I'd joined the Black Order, that wasn't a deal I'd ever pass up willingly, so there wouldn't be any possible way Lavi could have dragged me away from it. It was safe to say that I left the building satisfied. However, when we finished, the time was approaching 6:55 P.M. and we'd scheduled the meeting with the British Prime Minister at 7:30, so we needed to get moving.

Soon enough, we stood directly across from the British Embassy. The goliath leered darkly at us, the first key to unlocking many secrets. I glanced at the flashing light of the crosswalk, the numbers next to the red hand counting down to zero. In seconds, the red hand switched to a green man and it was safe to walk across. The building seemed even bigger up close- this was crazy. I'd never been in a building so big. A yank at my hand from Lavi made me realize that I- infact- had stopped moving and brought me to my senses. There was no use getting flustered now. We still had a meeting with the Prime Minister.

As we entered the building, I looked over at Lavi, "Do you want to do the talking or should I?"

Lavi answered with a shrug, "You're the supervising officer here, not me. I don't even know the complete details for the case. I believe you should do the talking, sir."

I sigh, "Right. Remember, the Embassy knows the Black Order as militaristic, so I will address you as Major Lavi, and you will address me as-."

Lavi interrupts, "General Walker. Believe me, I remember from the first fifty times Komui drilled it into my head."

I smile sardonically at the lower ranking man, "This also means you can't refer to me as Moyashi."

Lavi chuckles, "Rank will never stop me from referring to you as Moyashi. I ll call you it when we're not at the Embassy."

"Fair enough," I grumble. Lavi and I are friends, so I wouldn't want to ruin that relationship by pulling rank all the time. I glance down at my wrist watch; it was 7:20. We were early. Oh well, nothing I could do about that. We were already here. Pulling open the second set of doors, I make my way over to the front desk. The lady seated there looked at me expectantly and it took me a second to catch on. There was laminated sign dictating that all visitors must have a official I.D. and passport at had to be signed in. Luckily, Komui had prepared the both of us for this moment. He'd even created all new identification badges for the entire Black Order (although I'd suspected Reever had prodded Komui along the way). They were rather fancy, if I did say so myself. The ID's consisted of a leather wallet book contain a picture ID listing rank, name, and date of birth. The other side of the wallet was the Black Order's rose cross in strong, shiny metal, stating the Black Order's name in thick, block letters. I'd 'brought it with me everywhere. It had helped a lot already, making the Black Order seem like a real thing. We had trouble with people not believing us with just the Rose Cross emblazoned over our hearts.

I pulled out the two requirements without a single instance of hesitation, signaling Lavi to do the same. The secretary looked at us incredulously; I could practically see the thoughts forming in her head. She was probably thinking that there was no way we were who we said we were; we seemed too young to be holding our ranks.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I should admit you two."

With those two phrases, I felt a dark pit forming inside my stomach, "Might I ask why, mam?"

"I don't think it is possible for you two to be holding those ranks," She says, glancing at our IDs once again, "Mr. Walker and Mr. Lavi, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

With that, a small inkling of a plan formed in my mind. Scooping up my and Lavi's IDs and passports, I turned sharply at my heel, the way personnel from the military would if they were dismissed by someone. I noticed that Lavi expertly copied my movements.

Right before I reach the doors, a strong voice calls out, "General Walker, might I ask where you are going? I'm positive you have a meeting to attend in six minutes."

I stop on a dime, doing a 90 degree turn to face the voice. A blonde haired man with icy blue eyes examines my movements; I recognize his face from the files I'd received from Komui.

"Well, Mr. Prime Minister, it seems your secretary has a hard time looking past age," I turn to look at her coolly, "I assure you I have earned my rank." I internalize a laugh at the slight panicked look on her face.

"You can hardly blame her, General Walker. You are the youngest General the Black Order has had to date."

My tough facade slips off in an instant, smiling to dissipate the tension in the room, "No, I don't blame her. I hardly believe me and I've been a General for nearly two months now," I direct my smile at the man again, "Allen Walker at your service. Behind me is Major Lavi."

I step to the side to let the minister see him.

"No last name?"

A slight smirk appears on Lavi's face, "Not that I know of. Although I guess you could count my apprenticeship. I'm a bookman."

The minister matches the expression, "So Major Lavi Bookman it is, then, Well then, I guess I'll introduce myself , too," he raises a hand to his forehead, "Jack Simon, British Prime Minister."

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