A/N: Ah, sorry for the delay! Here it is!

CHAPTER 2

Allen has on shorts, but you can barely call them that. The piece of clothing goes down the boy's legs by about an inch, showing off an unreasonable about of thigh. Oh, and they're riding up, judging by the downright awkward way Allen is standing. The shorts are white, drawing a generous amount of attention, and they don't fit in the slightest. The shirt he has on is skin-tight. It's a jet black tank-top that looks uncomfortably small, the straps digging into the boy's shoulders. His malformed arm is exposed, the red puckered skin standing out against the tiny outfit. A blush spreads up Kanda's cheeks.

"Oh-my-god, Allen, you're so CUTE!" Lenalee gawks at the boy, who laughs nervously. She dashes over to glomp Allen.

"Uh... T-Thank you?" The platinum-haired boy shivers slightly. Miranda follows behind Lenalee with a feebly concealed smile. Kanda tries, tries so very hard not to look back at the minimally clothed male, squeezing his eyes shut to further deter his growing curiosity. He keeps his back turned.

"It's just..." Allen frowns and looks at Komui, unsure of himself.

"We're supposed to be... undercover, right?... This doesn't hide my arm at all..." Lenalee snaps her head up.

"Oh! Um..." She rummages around in her pocket. Her hand emerges with a rather small piece of tan fabric.

"I don't know, but I found this in my backpack... Maybe-" Komui suddenly grabs the girl's wrist and holds it up, scrutinizing the article through his slim glasses.

"Ah, yes. I got a note concerning this." He snags the item and stretches it out. It's a glove.

"This little baby is designed to bind to your arm, to conceal the red color..." Komui turns to Allen.

"Here, try it on!" He holds the glove out. Allen stares at the clothing and bites his lip, still quite uncomfortable. But he takes the fabric anyway, sliding it up his deformed arm rather easily. It looks entirely too loose. But when the boy slides the glove around his shoulder, there's a loud 'SNAP!', and the article tightens. Allen gawks at his new skin, a pleasant porcelain, fitting perfectly with his light complexion. Lenalee and Miranda press close to the male, trying to get a better look.
Kanda, alarmed by the sound of the glove, whips his head around. He catches sight of the boy yet again, this time it's less shocking. He tears his gaze from the minutely covered body, careful to suppress his embarrassment so the blush doesn't reappear. And though he doesn't turn away, he stays across the room.

"Whoa..." Allen murmurs, marveling at his arm.

"Now, the glove hides your arm from a distance, but it still looks deformed up close, so try not to draw too much attention to it." Komui nods at the boy, who continues inspecting the cloth.

"It's so strange!" Lenalee exclaims, tentatively poking Allen's arm. Miranda seems equally transfixed.

"It... It kind of hurts..." The boy admits, tenderly rubbing his bicep. Komui nods.

"That's normal," He says, "It'll take your arm a bit to get used to it. But, after that, you shouldn't even notice it's there." Allen nods slowly.

"Gosh, do you think you could wear this after the mission, too?" Lenalee asks bluntly. Allen blushes fiercely and whips his head up.

"W-What? Does my arm scare you or something?" His voice raises slightly in pitch. Lenalee giggles at him.

"No, I was just wondering!"

"Oh... Uh... Okay..."

Kanda's eye twitches. His previously subdued anger starts boiling to the surface, and he turns to Komui, who has sat himself in a chair behind a desk situated next to the door. His chin is resting on interlocked hands, and he's quietly observing Allen, Lenalee, and Miranda as they partake in sudden random smalltalk. Kanda sweeps up in front of the man, blocking the view and emitting a low growl.

"You idiot! That outfit was for Lenalee, wasn't it?!" He hisses quietly. Komui's eyes remain half-lidded and filled with disinterest.

"It fits him, doesn't it?" He mumbles, avoiding eye contact with Kanda. The long-haired exorcist promptly looses his patience.

"Are you kidding me?! He's going to get raped, dressed like that!" Suddenly Komui's eye shoot open wide, and he nearly falls out of his chair when violently twists his torso to look straight at Kanda.

"B-But, if Lenalee wears it, SHE'LL get raped!" He stammers out, grabbing Kanda's shoulders and looking at him bug-eyed. Kanda reels backward, irritated by the sudden closeness of the older man.

"Can't you get a new set of clothes or something?!" Komui shakes his head fervently.

"No! It was specifically in the orders, for you to wear THOSE outfits!" Kanda smacks his forehead with a palm. Did Komui's 'superiors' think they were little children?!

"You can't allow him to go out in public looking like THAT! Just LOOK at him!" Kanda gestures quietly at Allen, and they both turn to stare.

The boy looks extremely uncomfortable. His long, thin legs are pressed together, his arms drawn tight over his nearly exposed chest. He timidly runs one hand from thin neck to toned shoulder. His thin fingers delicately brush against the defined muscles, and Kanda spots a shiver run through the boy's body. The small movement makes Allen shift from foot to foot. He rocks back and forth for a few seconds, before suddenly stopping himself, eyes widened. A blush creeps up his cheeks. He looks back and forth from Miranda to Lenalee(Who have since started their own little conversation), and absentmindedly bites at his bottom lip. His teeth run along the pinkish flesh, making them swell a bit. After confirming that the girls aren't paying him any attention, he casually slips one arm down from around his torso, and it flutters past waistband of his shorts. Kanda tilts his head slightly, studying the male, unsure of what in the hell is happening. Allen locates and grabs hold of the hem. He slowly pulls down, thin hips fidgeting slightly. The material is dragged down from around the male's stomach, now settled comfortably around his waist. Kanda realizes what he was doing, and it takes all his willpower to stop from making a profane noise. He crams the thought back down, down with the sound in his throat, desperately grabbing at his own neck to further prevent a slip up. His icy eyes drift hazily over Allen, and he swallows. The boy tugs once more at the shorts, and they slide down just a bit too far. A material floats up over his waist, white cloth with lace hem-

Panties.

Kanda snorts loudly, and just about impales himself on the edge of the desk spinning around. Komui must have noticed it too, because he's clawing at his face, trying desperately not to laugh. Kanda goes sixty shades of red.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!" Kanda chokes out. Komui slams his forehead on the desk, pounding on the wood with one fist in a laughing fit.

"Brother...? What happened?" Lenalee looks over, confused.

"N-Nothing! Nothing at all!" Komui gasps out, standing up and staggering toward the office door. He grabs at the handle, trying to catch his breath.

"Just... Just, go get packed! Rah rah, and all that... Ugh, you depart tomorrow! See ya!" Komui darts out the door. Kanda glares daggers at the door, uttering silent curses at Komui.

"Kanda...? What's up with Komui?" Allen comes up next to Kanda, staring at the door. Kanda looks over, yelps, bumps his head on the wall, and trips over his own shoe, all in about three seconds. He ends up in a particularly undignified position on the floor, to which Allen giggles at. The younger male realizes his mistake, cheeks burning, and clamps a hand over his mouth.

"D... Don't scare me like that!" Kanda rumbles, rubbing his head and rising to a crouch. He's practically radiating anger and embarrassment.

"S-Sorry..." Allen mumbles from behind a hand. Kanda grimaces and looks up, ready to take his anger out on the boy-

Panties.

Again.

Allen never pulled up his shorts.

Kanda stands up, nearly knocking the boy over, and dashes out of the office. The other three are left scratching their heads, wondering what the hell had gotten into Komui and Kanda.

A/N: So, next chapter, they'll be in the new town. Exciting!... Except... I haven't started it yet... Sorry, there are a lot of things happening at school, and I'm slacking.

Hey, question, have any of you ever set your crush up with someone else? On purpose? I'm particularly ashamed to say I have. Really recently. What was I thinking?! Gah. Please tell me I'm not alone. Or tell me I'm an idiot. Either way is fine.

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED LAST CHAPTER! IT HELPED ME FINISH THIS ONE!