Hello! Saya-sama is back! And she simply must thank Hitsugayalover!! Why? Because, Miss Hitsugayalover gave Saya-sama the awesome idea that comes into play in this chapter! so thank you Hitsugayalover!!!! Oh, and starting here, the chapters have a pattern, evens are Kanda's POV, and odds are Allen's, unless stated otherwise.

Don't you think there would be a lot more yaoi in the series if Saya-sama owned it?

Rated: T because Saya-sama is too young for Lemons, but is not above excessive swearing and hinting at ''things''. It's AU, taking place in our time in the U.S. just because Saya-sama has little knowledge of Japanese schools other than what she reads in shojo manga... and there's probably gonna be OOC in this story too! Don't like? Don't read, no ones forcing ya.

0 Kanda Vision! 0

For Kami's sake, why do I have to put up with this?

Damn straight I'm pissed. Every fricken day I have to come to school, all because I live on campus. And of course, that in itself isn't so horrible, because I usually skip half my classes anyways. The problem is...

"KANDAAAAA!!!!!"

Crap they found me...

Fan-girls. In mass numbers. I don't get it, I hate them, I do nothing but yell myself horse at them, telling them to leave me the feck alone. I run and I hide from them, but yet they still think they are welcomed to chase me? NO. NO. NO. annoyance level? 175.67 percent, to be exact about it, according to Lavi. Why he feels the need to give something so random a numeric value is beyond me.

I looked around for some salvation, my eyes landed on the men's bathroom, just down the hall.

Can I make it? I think I can make if I run with god-speed...maybe. where do they get their energy from!?!

I decided it was worth a try, and ran like my life depended on it, hell my life did depend on it. I ran as fast as humanly possible, maybe faster, possibly braking the sound barrier until I reached the bathroom, ran in, then shut the door quickly and leaned against it to keep it closed.

"Thank Kami that's over..." I sighed, and slid down the door, those girl's seemed to suck the energy out of me. I still do not understand their obsession, even now, nor will I ever attempt to, the female mind should not be explored or comprehended by men such as myself.

"Uuhhh... hello..."

I looked up surprised, to see an equally surprised Moyashi, washing his hands at the sink. I noticed his left hand was red, did he cut it or something? That's not a normal color, not normal in the least. He seemed to realize that I was staring at his hand, for he quickly pulled his gloves on. Who wears gloves 24/7? I got up from my position on the floor and walked up to him.

"This? It never happened. I did not run in here for the sake of saving my life, and you did not see me doing so, got it Moyashi?" I asked, well it was more of a command. I was glaring and scowling at him, but somehow he missed the message.

"My name's Allen. Allen Walker. not "Moyashi". What does that mean anyways?" He asked. I slapped my forehead. This idiot, he's supposed to be saying something along the lines of "No, I never saw you here." then leaving in a frightened state, like anyone would if they came face to face with me alone, when I was annoyed.

"Whatever. Did you get my point though? I wasn't here, if anyone asks, and you have no idea which way I've headed." I said, staring him down, why was he staring back at me!?! Things just don't work that way. Maybe it was because he's new, and didn't know how things went around here, but people do not stare at me. And they do not make stupid requests, like using their actual name. They agree with whatever I say, and move out of the way. That's how things have always been, and I sure as hell don't feel like letting them change now. Whatever, I have more important things to worry about at the moment, ne? I walked over to the bathroom's windows.

"Damn, locked..."

Yes, my one last hope of escaping unseen was locked, and from the outside, so it's not like I could just unlock them, as great as that would be. And I do a lot of things, but if there's anything I wont do, it's destroy school property that actually needs to be replaced. Why? Because I will have to pay for the repairs, with my own money. what money? Exactly, what money. I live on campus because I am lacking two things that the majority of this school has: family in the area, and excess amounts of financial help. I skip so much school that it's hard to imagine why they've let me stay here so long, but I think I miss the most class, and do the least amount of school work possible before they flunk me and throw me out. I'm just barely passing any of my classes, but it's enough to keep me in school. Besides, this is my last year, I might as well finish. Even though I'm well aware that I am not the world's smartest person, and passing this term would look impossible to most, it's not. I just have to actually work at it. Case and point: I come from a long line of samurai, even though my parents moved over seas, I was still expected to learn the art. I did, and I'm extremely talented when it comes to kenjutsu. That's because I practiced like I would die if I didn't. If I studied the same way, or with even half of that enthusiasm, I could pass. But, I got off the current subject, which was making it out of this bathroom before lunch.

"Oi...could you...do...something for me?" I asked, albeit awkwardly, I do not usually ask people for what one might consider 'help'. He had just been on his way out anyways, it wouldn't be all that hard for even him to do.

"What is it?"

"Just ... check to see if anyone's out there waiting for me..."

He gave me a look that said "what did you get yourself into?"

"O-ok... you're acting like the police are after you... If I don't come back, assume I've been 'taken' or something..." He said, and he walked out.

"KYAAAAA ALLEN!!!!!!!!!"

I winced upon hearing the loud squeals and knew that the kid had been attacked. It's his fault for looking cute... to a girl... I guess. LIKE I WOULD KNOW IF HE'S CUTE OR NOT!!

"U-um... I have to get back to class now..." I heard him say, trying to get away from their death grips. Finally the pandemonium died down, and I poked my head out to see if it was safe. It was, so I waked out, and stuffed my hands in my pockets. If that's over, then it's back to normal for the day.

000

"Yuu-chan you meanie." Lavi said, upon seeing me enter the library. I don't know why I bother coming here everyday. I guess it's because, as begrudging as I am to believe it, I really do...kinda sorta can stand Lavi.

"I'm always mean, but what is it now?" I asked, not feeling up to playing his idiot games.

"You made poor Allen-chan deal with all those fan-girls of yours."

Tch, why would he know about that?

"And you would care why?"

"Because who do you think saved him from those rabid idiots?" Lenalee said, hitting me over the head with a large encyclopedia. Where on earth did she come from!?! Uh-oh, a angry Lenalee is a scary Lenalee, this could be bad. And if she's here, as she's been the entire week, then that means the Moyashi's here... like he's been the entire week. tch.

"You coulda warned me about what was on the other side of that door Kanda!" he said, looking indignant.

"Tch, your fault for making yourself so easy to take advantage of."

"Ooooh... Allen, what did he do to you?"

Shit

suddenly a bunch of fan-girls were glomping him, and he was just sitting in misery, having already lost the will to fight.

"He didn't do anything nasty to you in the bathroom, did he?" One of them asked. My eyes went wide, just what were they insinuating?

"N-N-NO!! Nooooo nothing like that!!!" He said, flustered.

"Like I'd do anything to that Moyashi."

They all looked between me and Allen, eyes shining, I didn't want to know whatever perverse thoughts were going through their heads. Then they all started squealing, loud.

"IF YOU''RE NOT IN HERE TO READ THEN GET OUT GIRLS!" Bookman yelled, popping out of virtually nowhere. Thank God for Bookman.

Wooot this is done!!! once again, Saya-sama must thank hitsugayalover for the fan-girl idea, this chapter probably would've taken a lot longer to write, and it probably would've been much shorter if she hadn't suggested that. You all can guess what's going through those fan-girl's minds, Saya's sure. Well, please review, it's the air to Saya-sama's lungs, the green to her grass, the sum to her 41.