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"Allen-kun, we have another mission for you," Komui remarked after the said person made himself comfortable on the couch, and handed a folder to silvery white haired exorcist. "The details are written in there. I would've asked either Lavi or Kanda to handle this mission, but I thought you'd be more suited for this job… especially considering how well you've handled the last one," he continued.

Allen merely raised an eyebrow in response as he flipped over the folder, and skimmed over its contents. Silence ensued between two parties for a moment, until Allen closed the folder with a loud 'thud' and said, "So basically, you want me to look into to see if the accommodators that the Finders found are really the ones."

"Yes, that's basically it," the Supervisor of Black Order nodded in response as he clasped his hands and placed his chin on top of his hands.

Allen simply sighed and stood up from his spot before he handed the folder back to Komui. "I'll see what I can do," that was all he said as he headed towards the door, and then added, "You're lucky that I'm already investigating into this matter." With that, he walked out of the room and unknowingly left a baffled Komui behind.

"What do you mean by that, Allen-kun?" the older male inquired, but his question remained unanswered.


"I'm surprised he doesn't know what he have asked you to do," Timcampy stated with a sigh as he handed an outfit to his owner.

Allen merely shrugged in response and accepted the offered outfit before he began changing. "It really doesn't surprise me," he finally spoke whilst he adjusted a black tie, and smoothed out his white shirt as he continued with his speech, "After all, he and the others in Order doesn't understand the dark side of this world."

Timcampy did not say anything for a moment as he mulled over what Allen had just said. Instead, he busied with folding the exorcist's discarded attires and at last asked, "You can be anything you want, Allen, so why choose to be a con-artist?"

The rustling behind the platinum blonde haired male stopped for a couple of seconds before the noise continued. Timcampy then heard a deep sigh before his owner's voice spoke, "There was never a choice, Tim. It became clear after I became Master's apprentice."

"But Allen!" the golem-turned-human insisted as he turned around, and let out a small gasps when he noticed the changes. Allen's silvery white haired had turned chestnut brown, and his bluish gray contacts were taken off to reveal emerald green ones. Timcampy could only deduce that Allen had his Noah abilities to transform his appearance once again.

"There was never an 'Allen Walker', Tim," the con-artist spoke with a hint of amusement dancing in his tone, and brushed away his brown locks to reveal an earring on his left ear, "Allen is just one of my many roles that I play; just like how I'm going to be 'Alan Hamilton' for this mission."

Timcampy gritted his teeth as he defiantly glared at Allen, not knowing what to say to the comment. The chestnut brown haired male, on the other hand, merely smirked in retaliation and peered over at the clock on his nightstand. He wordlessly gathered his bag and a folder on the nightstand, to which he flipped over and glanced over the contents.

"Well then, I'm going to begin with my mission," the young con-artist stated as he placed the folder back on the nightstand, and swung his bag over his shoulder. "See you around, Tim," he added with a small wave, and opened the door.

Timcampy unclenched his fisted hands, and asked in an above whisper, "Do you enjoy toying around with people's hearts, Allen?"

The said person paused in his mid-step, and gave a half-turn to the platinum blonde haired male as if to gauge at the latter's expression. With a smirk, he answered, "Yes, I do; it's fun," in an unwavering confidence, and walked out of the door.


Allen ran his hand through his hair once again as he stopped in front of an ostentatious establishment. Even though he was supposed to arrive sooner, it was already late in the afternoon when he stepped out of Order and came to this building. He exhaled a puff of air, blowing away some of his chestnut brown strands from his eyes before they fell back to their original places.

"Let's get started then," Allen murmured as he stepped into the overly flashy building.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we're not opened yet," a male voice spoke as soon as Allen had walked in.

The exorcist gave a soft smile in response and responded with a, "May I speak with the owner of this club? I have an appointment with him." He added the second phrase when Allen noticed skepticism in the other male's eyes and expression.

The employee speaking with Allen called for his boss, who immediately led Allen to one of many seating areas in the building. "I've looked over your application, boy," the owner of the club remarked as he poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Allen, who simply accepted with a smile. "I have to say, you are quite a remarkable young man," the middle-aged man stated as he took a large sip of the wine.

"Thank you, sir," Allen responded with a grateful smile, and took a sip of the drink.

"You're hired, my boy," the man continued with a hearty laugh before he finished his drink in one gulp, and said, "Welcome to Club Spiral, Alan Hamilton. Have you decided on your stage name?"

"I'm sure Alan will do quite nicely, sir," Allen replied as he swirled his glass, and smiled.

"Well then, why don't you go put your bag in the locker room," the owner suggested as he stood up from his spot, and added, "I'll introduce you to other hosts; I'm sure you'll fit in without a doubt."

Allen simply smiled as his answer, fully aware that the man was unaware of his darker intentions. Wordlessly, he finished the wine, placed the glass back on the table, gathered his bag, and followed the club owner to the locker room. "It's going to be fun exposing your secrets," he murmured under his breath.


"Nii-san, have you seen Allen-kun?" Lenalee inquired to her brother as soon as she came into the office with a pot of coffee. The room was messy as usual; but Komui, for once, was doing his work since Reever was watching him like a hawk.

Komui peeked up from his document-signing job, and in the next instant, he was hugging Lenalee as if she was his lifeline. "My dear sister, how I missed you so," he cried dramatically.

"N-Nii-san!" the female exorcist stammered, thoroughly embarrassed by her brother's tirade, and repeated her inquiry about her friend's whereabouts, "What happened to Allen-kun?"

"I sent him on a mission," the Supervisor responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It was then that Lavi walked in with a pissed-off Kanda in tow. "Baka Usagi! What the hell do you think you're doing?" the swordsman exorcist all but shouted as he pulled his hand from Lavi's grip.

"But Yuu, weren't you sulking because you missed Moyashi-chan?" the Bookman apprentice stated with a cheeky grin and narrowly dodged Mugen's piercing thrust.

Kanda glared at the redhead with all his might, and calmly sheathed his sword as he said in a deadly cold tone, "First of all, don't call me by my first name; secondly, I don't give a sh*t about Moyashi." With that, he headed towards the door whilst he ignored Lavi's low whistle.

"Where did you send Allen for the mission, Nii-san?" Lenalee asked, as if the heated argument between her friends was a normal occurrence, which to her, it is.

Komui stood up from his spot, and walked back to his desk, unearthing a folder from a mountain of documents. "Allen didn't take his briefings, so let's see here… he'll be in Tokyo; Kabukichou, to be exact. The Finders found some… rather interesting things, and needed Allen's help," he summarized to the point that it was so brief.

Kanda paused in his mid-action of opening the door, and turned around to say, "Kabukichou is the red-light district in Tokyo. What the hell is Moyashi doing there?"

"Don't tell me, Kanda," Lenalee started teasingly as she looked at her friend, and continued, "You're worried about Allen-kun."

"Ch', of course not," the swordsman responded with a distasteful scoff, and stalked out of the room.

"Yuu is definitely worried about Moyashi-chan," Lavi concluded with a smirk, and shifted his attention onto Komui to remark, "Say, why is Allen in that area for the mission?"

"The Finders have reported seeing a large amount of Innocence accommodators in that area," the Supervisor responded in a serious tone, and continued, "While it is…helpful… for us to have that many new exorcists to help us with the war, I find it strange that this many accommodators appear suddenly; besides, it's very strange that there are that many Innocence fragments that escaped our radar."

"That certainly is strange," Lavi mulled over the new information with a frown gracing his expression.

"I wouldn't worry about Allen, if I were you," a voice stated from the doorway. The group turned their attention to the owner of the voice, confused as to who is this platinum blonde haired young man. "After all, he is a con-artist; this kind of thing is what he's best at," he continued.

"Wait, Allen is a con-artist?" Lavi asked with his jaw promptly resting on the ground, and a look of astonishment frozen on his expression. Lenalee also mirrored his expression, but hers was milder than the Bookman apprentice's dramatic shocked look.

"Who are you?" Komui finally found a voice to ask the newcomer.

"Timcampy, at your service; nice to finally meet you in this form," the platinum blonde haired young man responded with a smirk displaying on his face.


Listening to: Wake Up by NewS


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