Hello all! It's Yuu-chan. I'm back for the next chapter, and I have a special treat for my patient readers. This chapter is an Allen-ONLY chapter, meaning only Allen's POV. I might pop up sometimes but it's different because Allen's seeing it as well. It's hard to explain without giving it away so read the chapter to find out.

Allen: Wait, I have my own chapter?

Yes, Nii-sama. It's my gift to you. Well it's part 1. Kutoka has part 2, Kasai and Azuli are working part 3 and the party. There might be a part 4 to the gift.

Allen: This is so awesome I could kiss you on the lips, but the forehead will have to do. *kisses*

*blushes* Why do you have to embarrass me? Alright, onto the story. Allen's POV since the beginning. The very beginning.

'thoughts/Allen talking to Neah'

"talking"

"Neah"

"Writing"

Light shined through the large window into my room, more so onto my closed eyes. They fluttered open, and I lifted my skinny torso from under the warm blanket. I shivered as my bare skin hit the cold December morning, but this morning wasn't just any typical morning. Today is my birthday but I feel more excited for it then I usually am. I couldn't think of a reason, so I pushed all doubtful thoughts to the back of my head.

"Good morning and Happy 17th birthday, my dear nephew."

'Good morning to you too, Uncle. And thank you.'

"No problem. So have anything planned today?"

'Not really. Just my usual routine, maybe change it up a bit.'

"Oh~, do tell! What do you plan to do today?"

'I...er- might not do my morning exercises and...um..I might get...extra mitarashi dango...or cake?'

"Nope! That will not do! You, my nephew, will have fun even if I have to take control and make you myself!"

The thought of Neah running hog wild... in my body...in the Order...with Lvellie here!? I shuddered as goosebumps ran down my arms.

'Okay, okay, I'll do something fun! Just don't take control!'

Neah snickered, and I pouted. I climbed out of bed, my sockless feet touching the chilled stone floor sent more shivers up my spine. How many more times am I going to do that?

Ignoring my slowing numbing feet, I rushed to my dresser to get my usual clothes. Opening the top drawer, I spotted a strange paper wrapped package that I'm absolutely positive I never seen before. A strange note(1) stuck to them without a pin. I took out the parcel and read the note.

"Wear These

And Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas, Allen

~YK"

YK? Same intials as Kanda, but he wouldn't do something like this and he wouldn't call me 'Allen'. Mysterious package from an Anonymous... This day is starting off fun.

I gently tore open the wrapping and was surprised on what was inside.

There was a pair of black, loose slacks, but they didn't look or feel like the usual slacks I wear. These must ones you wear one the weekends or lounge around in. I took off my pajama pants and slipped on the new pants. They felt soft and were comfortable. The next garment was a bright red short sleeve top. It wasn't a button down, so I tried slipping it over my head. It worked. It was the perfect size. I looked down and found another strange sticking note on the front.

"Open your closet, Allen

~YK"

Open my closet? I shrugged, obeying the note, shifting over to the dark oak door next to my dresser. Gripping the brass knob, I swung it open and there, hanging on the back of the door, was a full sized mirror. There stood me in the new clothes. The pants hugged my waist loosely, draping down my legs, slightly pooling by my ankles and fitting to my legs. The plain shirt was exactly my size, the sleeves reaching halfway, leaving my arms for the whole world to see. I hid my arm behind my back, not wanting to see it.

"Where did you get these clothes? They look so foreign and alien."

'I don't know. Someone named YK left them for me.'

"Was it your Japanese friend?"

'No...my name is on the note.'

"Well whoever the YK person is, they know what makes you look good. You look fabulous, Allen."

'But they didn't leave me something to cover up my arm.'

"You could just wear your Exorcist jacket, but maybe they didn't. Look next to the mirror."

I did, seeing another sticky note.

"I didn't forget about your arm, but I don't want the others seeing

your new clothes just yet, so wear your jacket. Also, don't wear your boots.

They wouldn't match your clothes, but look deeper into your closet.

They're another pair of shoes that will match our outfit.

~YK"

I obeyed, searching the little dark room. I crawled in on my hand and knees, feeling for anything. Suddenly, I hit a cardboard box. I inch back out, dragging the box along. I sat back on my feet, pulling the box in front of me. Another note was on the lid.

"These are from my own personal collection. I don't give these to just anyone.

They're the perfect size so don't worry about them not fitting.

~YK"

I open the box, revealing what I guess what were shoes. They were black with white soles, laces. and rubber sidewalls. The shoes were clean like they were brand new. Examining them further, I found a brand on the inside body. Converse All-Stars. Weird. I looked inside the box, finding two socks. I slipped them on, warming up my feet and regaining any lost feeling. Then I slipped on the black Converses, and jumped up from the stone floor. Looking in the mirror again, I turned and twisted, getting different angles of myself. Neah was right. I did look good.

"Alright to breakfast," I exclaimed, then my stomach making an unnecessary emphasis by growling like a dying monster.

I grabbed my coat from my bedpost, running out the door while trying to put on the jacket at the same time. By the time I reached the stairs, I finally got it on and was floundering about with my white cotton gloves. Looking around, I noticed I'm the only around. Did I wake up late?

"Allen, don't you remember? Everyone was planning to get to the cafeteria early because of Kutoka and Lenalee fights."

'Right. Now I remember. But I don't see or hear them.'

"I don't know. Maybe a surprise party?"

'That's asking too much, Uncle. But A for effort.'

We both laughed, continuing our descent to the next floor, and the next, and the next until we get to the ground floor. Along the way, I didn't see even one Finder. I know the new Headquarters was bigger but this is ridiculous. Where is everyone? Even on a busy day, I see at least 10 Finders running around, trying to find either scientists or Exorcists. This silence... the emptiness of the hallway... it's so lonely... I don't like it... Where is everyone?!

I sped up my pace, then I sped up again, then I started jogging. Now I'm running and I kick in the afterburners, and bursted into a full sprint. I ran by countless doors and corridors, keeping true to my path. My surroundings became a blur, until something caught my ears. The familiar snarky comments and insults of the Order's two strongest female Exorcists. Soon I saw the double door entrance, and skidded. On the other side, I heard the chatter of the Finders and the daily fight between Kutoka and Lenalee. I smiled. I'm not alone in this hellhole.(3)

I opened the door slowly, and quietly entered, none of the Finders noticing me. I walked up the aisle towards Jerry's order counter, passing glances to either side of me, everyone ignoring me. No matter. They really don't matter. I walked past another table, but felt a sharp heat hit the back of my head. I turned to my head to the left, catching a glance at the one who was glaring matches at me. As usual, it was Chaoji. He hasn't been able to get over the fact I saved Tyki Mikk, an enemy.

I turned back around, ignoring him like any other day. I finally got to the counter, finally settling on my usual order with some cake.

"Hello," I leaned in, not immediately seeing the eccentric dark-skinned chef. "Jerry-san?"

"Excuse me, are you Allen Walker," said a soft voice from the back. Out from the shadows came a young man. His black hair was swept to the left and his brown eyes shined with admiration.

"Yes...?"

He smiled like a young child. "Jerry-sama said you were going to be a pleasure cooking for. I'm Hanatarou(4). So the usual?"

"Um...yes, please with cake."

Hanatarou gave a lazy two finger salute, making a bee line to the stove. The smells of food sizzling in frying pans, the cake baking in the oven, and the food's own natural aroma filled my nostrils, making my mouth build up with saliva. I managed to keep it in my mouth, not wanting to drool a river in the cafeteria. The substitute didn't cook as fast as Jerry-san, but from the delicious smells, it would taste just as good. I looked back, trying to find my friends' table. Since we moved to the new headquarters, new cliques were formed so basically new tables. I spotted them to the far right, close to the middle.

"Here you are, Allen-san," said Hanatarou's voice from behind me. He held a tall tower of dishes and meals. Seeing how he was struggling with the weight, I took it off his hands quickly, balancing it so a giant mess doesn't occur.

"Thank you, Hanatarou-kun."

He smiled and nodded again. "No prob. It was just like Jerry-sama said it would be, cooking for you that is. It's fun. Hope you enjoy your meal."

I gave him a smile back, then asking. "Where is Jerry-san anyway?"

The young man grew an expression of confusion, cocking his head in thought. "I'm not sure. Jerry-sama told me he had important business to attend to today, and wouldn't be able to perform his normal duties. Jerry-sama will be back tomorrow at the most."

"Oh okay. See you later."

He waved from behind the counter as I walked away to the table. Some Finders were staring at my tray, but it doesn't bother me much. Anyone would do the same thing if they saw it for the first time, and few just not getting used to it.

I was about half way when I noticed the bored looks on Kanda and Lavi's face as they half ate, half played with their soba and yakiniku respectively. Next to Lavi was two stacks of bowls. One stack being bowls of miso ramen, and the other empty bowls. Across from the bowls were a short stack of pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries. The owners of the two breakfasts were in the middle of the aisle way, wrestling on the dirty floor, most over something stupid as always. I greeted the two girls, but I don't think they heard me over their yelling and insult bombs.

I sat down next to Lavi, who had a thoughtful look in his eye, like he was trying to remember something. Kanda had a similar look too, but seemed to be struggling more than the fire ginger.

"Good morning Lavi, Kanda."

"Morning, Moyashi." I let that one slide. I'm too happy about this day.

Kanda only gave a grunt in response, still picking at his soba like a picky child.

I begin to eat my breakfast, hoping someone would say "Happy Birthday"... or anything in this case and matter. I kept glancing at both Kanda and Lavi, expecting one or both to say something, mostly Lavi, because he was supposed to remember everything. I stopped trying about halfway into my breakfast, deciding to look around. The walls of the Order were especially bleak and bare this day, seeing that today is Christmas and they usually decorate or put up a tree or two here or there. Today looked like a normal day. It got me a little down. It was going to be a normal day, maybe even a little more duller than an no-mission day. After finishing my breakfast, I excused myself from the table to throw my trash away.

'Even Lavi forgot. Neah, am I that unimportant enough to him that even he forgot, well, at this point, to anyone?'

"Absolutely not, my dearest little nephew!... No, they...shouldn't...oh..um...I'll shut up now." Neah, seeing that what he was saying, as encouraging as it was, wasn't helping, he ran two fingers over his lips like he was zipping them shut.

Neah left, leaving me in complete silence. I sighed, disappointed and chilled by my comrades' cold shoulders. I slipped through the door in a phantom-like quietness, not disturbing the were-closed doors. Strange, they were open when I came in. Never minding the small change, I started walking back to my room, shoulders slumped and head hung low. Not wanting to go back to my room, where I might find another sticky note, I wondered about the halls. They were all so empty, but unlike before, they don't only feel empty, they feel almost abandoned.. deserted... somewhere on those lines.

'Neah? Are you still there?'

"Yes. What is it?"

'You're not evil, right? When you finally take my body and destroy me, are you going to take over the Noah Clan and try to take over the world?'

"Allen, I'm not going to take your body and kill your soul. And no, I'm not evil, but I do want to take over the Clan to stop this world domination Adam(5) seems to have an obsession for. If I could find my own body that is."

'Okay... thanks.'

"Allen, are you worried that I would do that?"

'Not really. Just trying to give myself a false sense of control.'

"Allen?"

'Hmmm?'

"You just passed your door."

I straightened up, turning my head over my right shoulder. I had indeed walked right by my door. I facepalmed, then walked back. Entering it, I slammed the door behind me and dumped myself onto my still messy, unmade bed, face first.

'Hey Neah?'

"Still here."

'Did you see Link today?'

"Nope. Not a blonde hair or double dot of the guy."

"Of course not. I sent him somewhere else for the time being."

I jumped in my skin, and onto my arse on the chilly stone floor below with a solid thud.

"Ow... bloody hell." I rubbed the small of my back where my impact to the floor sent painful shock waves up my spinal column.

There, standing perfectly balanced on the footboard of my bed, was a young, tiny girl, easily shorter than Kutoka. She was clad in black, from head-to-toe, her hair a dark gray with brunette tips and roots with oversized matching neko ears and twin tails that swayed behind her back in a hypnotic manner. Her arms were crossed under her chest and a amused smirk danced on her thin lips before a small giggle broke the waltz of a smile.

I was slightly irritated that she was laughing at my pain. "What's so funny?"

Another chuckle let loose. "Sorry Nii-sama(6)," she said in a quiet, medium pitch, slightly boyish voice. She gracefully jumped from her perch, landing on my bed in a sitting position with her right leg over her left, her head resting in her right hand that was propped on her top leg. A wider grin spread across her face. "It's just... well I haven't heard you say 'bloody hell' before, and it's funny when you cuss. You get a bit of an accent."

I raised an eyebrow and stared at the girl. Who the hell was she, why is she calling me 'Nii-sama', and how did she get into my room?

"Nii-sama, use your words, not your thoughts. Reading minds gives me a headache after a few thoughts."

"H-how are you doing that?"

Her scarily similar eyes widen in surprise and confusion, but settled into a calm, collected expression. "Oh reading your thoughts? Well I'm the Author so I can do a lot of things."

Now it was my turn to be confused. "Author?"

"Something similar and close to God. I do what I want, when I want, how I want it. And I have graced with my presence, Allen Walker and I'm here to help."

"How do you know my name?"

She chuckled, pulling me up from the floor and onto a spot on the bed next to her.

"I'm the Author, I not only do whatever, I know pretty much everything, except electron configuration, because that shit makes no sense. Well without further ado, it's time to play 20 Questions: Explanation Edition! Ask me any question you want! :3"

"Any question?" This is going to be interesting.

"Yep, any question, and I get to ask you any question, if I come up with any. Equivalent Exchange(7) if you will."

"Alright...um... Why do you call me Nii-sama?"

She gave me a Lavi-like toothy grin. "That's fairly simple. I respect you as an elder brother as much I do Kanda-senpai as a fellow swordsman."

"Kanda-senpai(8)?"

"He is the upperclassman in the art. He has more experience," the girl said with as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "My turn! What is your favorite cake?"

"Um, half devil half angel's food cake?"

She nodded then writing it down in a mysterious black notebook. "Okay, your turn."

"Are you Y.K.?"

"That's a secret," she whispered, holding a finger on her lips, hushing me. "What's your greatest materialistic desire?"

"Materialistic?"

The girl pouted. "Nii-sama, what happened to your education?" She knocked on my head gently and jokingly like she was knocking on a door. "I mean like stuff that you want. Like, for example, let's say you want new gloves. That's materialistic."

"Oh... well... I can't think of anything off the top of my mind. Hmmmm..."

"Music?"

"Are you only asking me that since I'm the host of the 14th?"

"Absolutely not, okay maybe, but mostly it was a genuine suggestion."

"Well I do like music. The kind Kutoka sometimes listens to on that music player thing(9)."

"So you mean J-Rock, Hardcore Metal, Glam/Hard/Shock Rock?"

"Is that what's it's called?"

"Yes. That's the type of music you like?"

I nodded, and she wrote that down in her little book. "Okay Nii-sama, what is your next question?"

"Do you know who Y.K. is?"

"Y.K.-san and I are very close. It's your turn until I have to go. I don't have anything to ask you, Allen."

I gave her a smile. "What can I call you, Miss?"

The girl playfully punched my arm and laughed. "You can call me Suzume-chan(10)," Suzume reached into her pocket, pulling out a very intricate, very beautiful silver pocket watch. Flipping it open, she read the time and gasped.

"Sorry Nii-sama, but I have to leave now." She rose from the bed and rushed to the door. Giving me one last glance, she said "I'll see you soon. Happy Birthday."

Just like she came, she left in a flash leaving me alone. My mood improved, thanks to her visit. I felt tire, like either she drained me or I had always been tired and Suzume was giving me energy. I laid back on my bed, crossing my arms behind my head against my pillow. Closing my eyes to take a nap, I heard the flapping of a small piece of paper. Opening my eyes, I see a sticky note floating down onto my face. I grabbed it and read it.

"Hope to see you soon.

~Y.K."

Oh So Many Notes:

(1): I don't think Post-It Notes existed on the 1800s.

(2): All clothes that Allen is wearing are from my personal wardrobe. They are my favorite clothes, but I don't have black Converse's, I have purple, and they are torn beyond repair.

(3):Hey, if people that were your friends think you're a traitor, and you live in the same building with them, the building's a hellhole.

(4):I borrowed Hanatarou-kun from Tite Kubo-sensei. I promise I'll return him.

(5): Millenie's human? name. I know it's the Millennium Earl's name.

(6): Very, very, very, VERY respectful way of saying 'older brother'

(7): FMA reference LOL!

(8): Honorific for upperclassman, mostly like older students or those with more experience than yourself

(9):He means an iPod Touch

(10): Japanese for 'sparrow'

Wow, this was longer than expected. Hope you guys enjoy. This story is starting to help me in my depression phase. R&R PLEASE! It really helps. Let's make the goal 10 reviews. I'm not going to ask much since I'm just starting in my FF career.