A/N: 私は日本語を忘れちゃったと思う。。。大変だ :/ I can just imagine that I also won't be updating next semester. 7 freaking classes… Bear with me everyone, I'll try my best…or something…

Just Live With It

Chapter 4:

And they lived happily ever after… or something

Allen blamed Cross. There didn't have to be a specific reason, but whenever there was something bad, Allen figured it could be related to Cross somehow if he tried to make a connection. His reason for blaming the glasses wearing, redheaded drunken womanizer this time was rather simple. The way Allen saw it, if he didn't have money issues, he would not subject himself to living with an eternal headache in the form of one Kanda Yuu.

So yeah, it was Cross' fault that when money came into the equation Allen could not resist letting Kanda stay. It was either that or he would have to consider selling his bed just to get his next meal. And anyone who knew Allen knew that no amount of money gained from selling a bed would be able to afford the food he even had for his snack. And that was where this situation left Allen Walker. It was the day after everyone had come to an agreement that the two would live under the same roof; at one point, Allen thought he had lost his mind for a second and honestly wanted to go with the whole 'Kanda can't live with me' angle. However, Lavi had made sure he didn't think about it too hard and took it upon himself to remind Allen all about laws and contracts. Suffice to say Allen couldn't give a damn about Lavi and as far as the Brit was concerned the redhead could take his laws and shove them. No- ultimately what won Allen over was the money because once again, money was so ingrained into his psyche that he could not pass it up.

Thus he stood from his vantage point behind the couch studying Kanda who sat cross legged in his mediation. Lavi had mentioned Kanda's morning meditation rituals in passing, and Allen found himself wondering what other Kanda-habits he would happen upon as a result of their co-habitation. Allen made his way to the kitchen to get his morning snack which included several bags of various chips and popcorn. With his arms filled with the bags, he exited the kitchen and all but threw himself onto the couch; and he began his morning ritual of turning on the television and indulging in the piles of junk food he held.

There was a game going on at the moment. Family and friends gathered together to go up against another group in a battle of wits and basically guessing what the larger consensus had voted on when interviewed. The show host read out the question as each teams participating contestant stood ready, arms behind their back. Allen blinked as the question was read "what's something that gets hard the colder it gets?" The woman who buzzed in had a stunned look on her face before saying "penis." Allen's eyes widened at the answer as the show host did the same, camera zooming in to emphasize his expression. He began jiving at the response until repeating it, this time asking the board. As the answer was to come Allen felt the controller snatched from his hand and the telly shut off.

Allen spun to see the culprit and glared, "Hey, I was watching that, Kanda."

Kanda looked at the teen nonchalantly before dismissing him to go back to his spot on the floor – though quite honestly, his concentration and will to mediate was already broken.

Allen frowned at the lack of response and picked the controller up from where Kanda had tossed it back on the couch. His aim was to turn it back on when Kanda spoke again.

"Next time I'm breaking the damn thing."

Allen turned to see the older man staring at him blankly.

"You're not being rather fair are you, Kanda?" The youth's words were innocent but his tone strained.

Kanda proved that he did not care either way, "I don't rather care do I?"

"Gee Kanda. If you're going to mock me at least get it right."

Allen looked away – folded his arms and pouted. He felt psychic at the moment because he saw a raging headache in his near future. Kanda got back up from the floor and 'tch'd' before walking behind the couch. Allen was none the wiser as he continued his rant, "This is my bloody house. The least you can do is show some-" a door in the distance slammed and Allen's words slowed – his head turned behind him to see that Kanda was no longer present and was most likely responsible for the slamming door, "...respect..."

Allen huffed and turned the television back on, turning the volume as loud as he dared in his tiny rebellion. It was a commercial break; one of the women in the faux kitchen – it may have been real but who could honestly tell with television – proclaiming that she was a 'kitchen counsellor.' Allen sniffed, "How about a roommate counsellor."

The boy sighed and leant back into the couch's plush cushions. He looked at his snacks dejectedly before beginning once again to stuff the various contents into his mouth. Kanda had ruined his mood but in no way was that enough to ruin his appetite. After all it was only – Allen looked at the wall clock above the television set – 5:02. Allen blinked at the clock as if he had not seen right the first time. He had woken up a bit tired and more hungry than normal; he just had not realized that it was because he had woken up way earlier than normal. That would also explain why even on a Saturday morning, there were no good programs on – because no one in their right mind was even up at this time to tune into anything.

Allen decided that he wanted to try to maintain his sanity however long he could and turned off the telly. He picked up the remainder of his snacks and headed toward his bedroom. When he got inside he turned to the door and slammed it in – taking joy in the way it rattled. He then stuck his tongue out at the door and locked it for good measure before settling into bed.

Allen closed his eyes and sighed; he had obviously woken up at the time that he did because having the newest occupant of his house gave him random fits of annoyance and restless sleep to name a few. Though, if he learned one thing – it was that it was way too early to deal with Kanda Yuu.

A/N: I think I'm going through a thing where I don't want to write anything. Or maybe it's just fanfiction. I always get occupied with a new idea and when I start, it's time for another idea. smh. But I really do want to at least have one completed fanfic under my belt so I'm trying...

By the by... who guessed the game show. I'm kind of hooked on it at the moment~