Chapter 2
2nd February 2014
Allen collapsed onto the carpeted floor of the alcove under the main stairs. He was exhausted. Somehow he had managed to battle his way through the first four periods of the day and it was now lunchtime, thank god. Allen opened the large green felt bag he had with him and pulled out a sandwich. He unwrapped it and swallowed it in two bites.
Thankfully, Lenalee had been right when it came to the fact about most other students in the school being friendly. Once he had found his way to his homeroom once the bell rang, he had introduced himself to the rest of his home class of 9F. Once he had introduced he had been bombarded with the usual questions. Why do you wear your hair like that? Where did you get that scar? How are you not roasting in those clothes? Did you come from England? Where did you come from in England? What was school like in London? Etcetera, etcetera. It got very tedious after a while but he got through it. Then they had been given timetables and a few announcements had been made and once the bell rang they had all trooped off to second period.
Second period consisted of the torturous repetition of the endless exercises of maths. Allen was good at maths but by god the subject was boring at times. At least his teacher was entertaining. He was a blonde haired teacher that hailed from Western Australia and went by the name of Reever. He refused to tell them his last name because apparently he couldn't risk anyone knowing it. Allen couldn't tell if he was kidding or if he was actually a suspicious person.
Then there was recess that had flashed past in a confusing whirl of ten million students, trying to find his way to the entrance of the library and tripping and scattering his books down the stairs. And of course, no one could be bothered to help him pick them up again. He had then remembered why he hated a good portion of the human race.
Third and fourth periods had been science and humanities. Humanities consisted of their incredibly boring teacher listing off numerous random facts about the First Australians whilst the class slowly vanished into the depths of boredom. In science their teacher was a Mr Komui Lee. His last name made Allen wonder if he was related to Lenalee. When he asked about it, he had been very surprised when the usually nice teacher had suddenly taken on a menacing aura and had threatened to disembowel him if he dared to touch his precious Lenalee. Allen had backed away slowly, promising that he wouldn't touch her and then had ran from the classroom like hell was chasing him. He was an overprotective guardian then.
Allen sighed and groped around inside his bag for a while, looking for more food. All he encountered though were empty wrappers. It seemed he had finished all his food whilst reminiscing. He let out an even larger, more frustrated sigh. He had to make a mental note to himself to pack a larger lunch. His head slumped forward onto his chest. It was still too hot.
"Hey, hey, hey!" said a loud cheerful voice as someone suddenly materialized out of nowhere and threw themselves down next to him, causing Allen to jump violently. He turned to the person… and stared.
The boy sitting next to him had an… unusual fashion sense to say the least. He was dressed in long black skinny jeans that had had numerous repair jobs done to them except none of those repair jobs had been done with black fabric, giving the impression that the boy was wearing pants made out of a patchwork quilt. He was wearing calf high Doc Martins laced with fluorescent pink and yellow laces and covered in tiny green scribbles that looked hand drawn. Allen had to wonder how the boy wasn't in detention at the moment because his black t-shirt read in white block lettering: F K THE POLICE. On his hands he wore black fingerless gloves. His hair was an incredibly bright red and was being pushed back by a sparkly silver fish scale bandanna. Two large hoop earrings dangled from his ears and his right eye was covered by a black eye patch. His left eye was an amazing bright green and was staring at Allen with a mischievous glint.
Allen couldn't stop staring at this boy for two reasons. The first was that the boy's red hair was unfortunately reminding him of a certain alcoholic, womanizing, child-abandoning godfather that he knew. The second was: he was a total hottie.
"Dude, you okay there?" asked the boy, grinning. Allen noticed, rather embarrassedly, that he had been staring at him with his mouth open. The boy's grinned widened and he said arrogantly, "Well I wouldn't be surprised if you've fallen hopelessly in love with me at first sight. I tend to have that effect on people."
The boy had a thick American accent. Allen shut his mouth with a snap and flushed before saying indignantly, "No- No I just- I didn't mean- I'm not in love with you!"
"Sure, sure whatever. But anyway- Wait. Are you British?" asked the boy, his playful expression turning to one of curiosity. Allen hesitated before replying, "Uh, yes?"
"Oh my god that's so awesome! You've got, like, the accent and stuff!" the boy suddenly lunged forward and grabbed on to Allen's thigh, causing Allen to give a little squeak of alarm, "So! I heard that you took on Yuu this morning. Wow dude, that's kind of awesome, but more really fucking stupid then awesome," he looked at Allen dubiously and asked, "You're not, like, suicidal or anything are you?"
"Of-of course not!" stuttered Allen, still focussed on the hands that were gripping to his leg like limpets. The boy grinned and replied, "Just checking, just checking. So anyway, you probably shouldn't take him on again because Yuu goes like, fucking insane at the drop of a pin so-"
"Please wait for a moment," interrupted Allen, successfully removing the boy's hands, "First of all, who are you exactly?"
"God, I fucking love your accent man. It's like all… British and stuff. But anyway, I'm Lavi. Lavi Bookmen," he held out and hand to shake and as Allen held out his he slapped it in a high-five that made the white haired boy's palm sting.
" And, uh, who's you? That doesn't even make any sense," asked Allen, thoroughly confused by the American's antics. Lavi grinned and said, "Well you know-"
He was cut off when a copy of 'Advanced Maths Year 11 Edition' smacked into his head. Lavi howled in pain and gripped his head. Shocked Allen leaned forward and started to ask if he was alright when he was cut off by the sound of a familiar voice saying, "Shut the fuck up rabbit, no one fucking cares about what you have to say."
With a sinking feeling Allen looked up to see Kanda standing at the top of the stair leading down into the alcove, a scowl on his face. Allen was beginning to suspect that was the only expression his face was capable of forming. When he saw Allen his scowl deepened and he snapped, "Oh fucking hell, why the fuck's the moyashi doing here?"
That word again. Allen knew it was probably offensive except his couldn't look it up because he didn't even know what language it was. Lavi made a groaning noise beside him and muttered, "Do you have to be so violent?"
"Yes," growled Kanda before moving over and sitting down on the step across from them. He had a plastic container in his hand and when he opened it Allen saw that it contained what looked like noodles.
"The fuck are you staring at brat?" snapped Kanda bearing a pair of chopsticks in his hand threateningly. Allen sniffed and replied, "Nothing. Why are you so hostile?"
"Because I hate you," replied Kanda and started to eat. Lavi suddenly sat up very straight, a big grin on his face, apparently recovered from his injury.
"Hey, guess what?" he said excitedly. Kanda studiously ignored him but he continued anyway, "This guy's British!"
"Fucking brilliant Holmes. What tipped you off?" replied Kanda without looking up from his food.
"The accent man! It's so British and… and… I don't know, British, you know? I've never heard a real life British person speak, like, in person. I've only heard them on TV," said Lavi dreamily. Kanda looked up and deadpanned, "There are about ten fucking other British students at our school dipshit. Three are in your year."
"Really. Holy shit, I didn't know that. Three? Really?"
"I don't fucking know. I was guessing."
Lavi shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Yeah but I don't talk to them. I'm talking to this guy. He's awesome don't you think?"
"No. He's a fuckwit and a moyashi and tried to steal shit from locker."
"I am sitting right here you know!" snapped Allen. Kanda glared at him and replied, "And I don't fucking care."
"Aw, don't worry guy," said Lavi cheerfully, slinging an arm around Allen's shoulder causing him to stiffen again, "He's just jealous because you just replaced him as my Biffle."
"Point number one: We are not 'Biffles' and I think it's fucking stupid that you even use that word, abbreviation, whatever the fuck it is," snapped Kanda, mimicking Lavi's accent on the word 'Biffles', "And second point: Do you even know what the fuck the moyashi's name is?"
"No. I didn't think it was important because he's, you know, British," replied Lavi as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Kanda slapped his hand against his forehead. Lavi pouted and said sulkily, "Well do you know his name?"
"Why the fuck would I know?"
"Good point," said Lavi thoughtfully, "So do you know who knows his name so I can ask them?"
Allen stared at him incredulously. He couldn't tell if he was joking, a space cadet or just plain stupid. Allen supposed that he could forgive the boy's inability to think because he was so hot but…
"Just messing with you kid," said Lavi, grinning, "So. What's your name?"
"Uh, Allen Walker," replied Allen, slightly relieved. Lavi's eyes widened and he said excitedly, "Say that again man!"
"Um, my name's Allen Walker?"
Lavi letting out a high-pitched squealing noise that made both Allen and Kanda flinch.
"Fuck!" snapped Kanda, rubbing at his ears, "Burst my eardrums why don't you?'
"I'm sorry. It's just that… the way he said it, was all, British, and stuff. Made me all shivery. In a nice way. Wouldn't you agree?" replied Lavi with a smile. Allen frowned, not quite sure what to make of that statement whilst Kanda sneered and said, "Che! I think it's a fucking boring name for a fucking boring moyashi."
"Okay, what does that bloody word mean?!" shouted Allen, "I don't know what it means but I know it's something offensive because you're such a predictable rude prick who seems to hate me for no apparent reason!"
Before Kanda could shout back an angry reply, a voice said behind him, "Moyashi means 'bean sprout' in Japanese."
Allen averted his gaze from Kanda and watched as Lenalee sat down next to the crabby Asian teen. Kanda glared at her and snapped, "How would you know that?"
She shrugged and replied, "I studied Japanese for a while. I picked up a few things," she smiled at Allen and said, "Hi Allen. Fitting in alright?"
"For the most part," Allen said sheepishly. He then glared at Kanda and snapped, "And for your information, I'm not short! I'm averaged sized."
Kanda's head abruptly jerked forward so that his face was facing downwards, screened by his hair. He then started having… shoulder spasms. His shoulders started raising and dropping in a strange jerky fashion and his whole body started trembling. Allen stared at him strangely.
"Is he alright?" asked Allen, frowning, "Is he having a fit? If he is, don't help him. Hopefully he'll die."
"No man, Yuu's just laughing," replied Lavi with a chuckle. Kanda suddenly sprang into motion and grabbed Lavi by the collar and growled through gritted teeth, "Do not. Call. Me. That."
Lavi, slightly choking, managed to hold up his hands in defeat and Kanda let him drop. Allen pointed at Kanda and asked, "Wait a minute. You're you? Why're you, you?"
"Yuu is Kanda's first name Allen," explained Lenalee. Allen looked surprised, "Kanda's his last name? Why don't people call him Yuu then?"
"He hates it when people call him that," replied Lenalee. Kanda rounded on Allen and snapped, "What she said moyashi. So unless you want me to bash your face in…"
"It's Allen," deadpanned Allen, "And do calm down. I happen to value my life."
"Wise move Allen," said Lavi from the ground, giving him a thumbs up. Kanda sneered and sat down again. Lenalee smiled at him and then said to Allen, "Allen, I don't mean to pry but why are you wearing those clothes? Aren't you hot? I normally wouldn't ask but I'm kind of worried that you're going to pass out from a heat stroke."
Allen's shoulders sagged, "Please don't remind me."