Came a little longer than expected, but anyway, I hope you'll like it!

"Allen!" Wisely caught up with him and grabbed his wrist, making him stop. "Geez, you are so fast." The boy said as he sat down and forced the other one to do exactly the same. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah. It's just…" The Musician shook his head.

"I know." Wisely said, patting his thigh. "I guess we'll never get used to being called these things. It will always hurt."

"I guess so." He threw his head back. "Anyway, what are you doing here, Wis? I never pegged you for the University type." Allen asked, quickly changing the topic: no need to bring out more bad memories.

"Dad said that the neighbours were starting to talk about me not doing anything, so he forced me to come." He sighed as he petted the golden monkey. "What about you?"

"More or less the same. Shishō thinks people would suspect me doing nothing so he sent me here." He said as he stood up. "Isn't it break time? I'm hungry."

"You are always hungry." Wisely said as he stood up too. "So, how come you settled down now? You've never done it before."

"We haven't. We are just having some trouble with our merchandise and the clan has told us to settle in Europe and investigate."

"Isn't you main port in Germany, though?"

"Yeah. But if we arrived there out of the blue and stayed for too long, it would be suspicious and we would have nothing." He said as he walked to the catering area. "Ah! Jeryy?" He said when he recognised the main cook.

"Allen!" The chef exclaimed, leaning over the table to hug the boy. "You are so mean! You didn't contact me for the past three years!" He cried.

"Ah, sorry, Jeryy. We had some trouble." Marian-Walker said as he patted his back.

"Anyway, darling, what do you want?"

"Hum… Just give me everything you have!" The boy exclaimed and everyone looked at him, blinking.

"Before that, give me a couple of scones." Wisely said.

"Of course, Wise-chan!"

"Chan?" The cursed teen asked, smirking.

"We met in Japan on a trip with my dad and he has a liking to call me that. I threatened him once so he would stop calling me that but…"

"Cold, half-cooked, mushy food for a month?"

"And a half." Wisely almost mopped.

Once Allen had all his food he had left the whole cafeteria without food and waiting for refills. They sat on a rather secluded area and started to eat.

"Hey." A brunette boy with a scar running on his cheeks and nose said as he sat down with them.

"Allen this an acquaintance of mine, Alma Karma. Alma this is my… What are you of me, exactly, Allen?"

"I don't know… Distant cousin? Although we have no blood relationship at all…" The other one mused.

"Yeah. Let's go with that. So Alma, this is a distant cousin, Allen Marian-Walker." The white haired Noah said.

"Allen… Marian-Walker? Your name sounds familiar."

"So does yours… And your face too."

Wisely looked at both of them, scrunching their faces and having a few laughs in his mind.

"Ah!" They both exclaimed, pointing at each other.

"Alma Karma the Akuma!" One yelled.

"Allen Marian-Walker the Cursed!" And so did the other.

They both blinked and Wisely pulled them both down again. "Yeah, and we don't need everyone knowing about it, do we?" He hissed.

"Right." Alma said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Is there someone else from any other clan?" Allen asked. "Because it's starting to get suspicious."

"Hm. I think there are a couple of Exorcists in training somewhere."

"Exorcists? In here? Aren't their HQ in Russia?" Allen asked, frowning.

"Yeah."

"And aren't yours in Tokyo, Alma?"

"Yes. Do you think something is going on?"

"I'm not sure since I'm here to investigate something for the clan, but it's not normal that so many branches are here in the same city, even less that we are all going to the same Uni." Allen said as he fed Tim some fruit.

"I agree, though. I've been living here for two years now and I've never seen so many of us in here." Wisely said. "But we should not worry about it. Didn't you once found yourself in a similar situation once, Alma?"

"Yeah. In USA. Somehow I ended up in a lab full of Exorcists. Quite fun, truth be told." Alma said. "You eat quite a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah. It's because of the curse, a couple of genetic conditions… Long boring story." He simply said.

They ate in silence when Allen's phone rang and started to speak in a weird language, but either of his table companions minded it much, they knew that the Cursed Clan had a language of their own that was only and strictly taught to its members. Highest members. That did catch the Akuma's attention.

"I thought that only the highest members of your clan knew your secret language." He said when Allen hung up.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"How come you know it?"

"Because he is one of the highest members of the clan." Wisely answered for him since he was eating again.

"Exactly." The cursed teen said. "I was picked up by my master when I was 5 and travelled along with him since then, so I know how to do everything. Plus, I'm part of the Noah clan too." He explained, shrugging.

"I didn't know it was possible to be part of two clans."

"Well, cursed clan is just people who have been cursed and picked up so sometimes there are some that already belong to another clan. I think there's one who is from the Bookman clan… Ah well, I don't really know, I've never been to the Clan HQ so…"

"You've never been to your own HQ? Aren't you supposed to go there once you finish your assignments?"

"Usually. But since both Shishō and I are part of the highest members, we have a white card." He grinned and then sighed when the bell rang.

"What do you have now?" Alma asked as he stood up.

"Psychology." The grey-skinned one replied.

"P.E.? You still do P.E. in University?" Allen asked, not believing his eyes.

"Don't bitch so much. Topic this term is hand to hand combats, you should be fine." Wisely said, patting his shoulder. "I'll see you on lunch break!" Allen nodded as he left.

He headed to the gym, Tim tugging his hair every time he was going in the wrong direction. When he finally arrived, the rest of the class was already there, all clad in gym clothes.

"Are you the new guy?" The teacher asked.

"Yeah. Allen Marian-Walker." He said.

"You are late."

"I got lost." Someone laughed at that, but it was not a mocking laugh, to his surprise.

"Anyway, go get changed."

"I don't have gym clothes with me, I'll do the class with these." He said.

"With jeans and a shirt?"

"Yeah."

"As you wish. What about the… is that a monkey?"

"It's Tim. He'll be on the trees during the lesson, don't worry for that." He said as he petted the monkey, who did exactly that.

"Alright then. Do you have any experience in hand-to-hand combat?" The teacher asked.

"Yeah. My dad has taught me how to fight since he adopted me." He replied, smiling cheekily.

"Perfect. Kanda, you are with him!" He yelled and the person who responded by this name walked up to them. Said person was definitely Japanese, pale, blue-eyed and had dark blue hair.

"Uh… You want me to fight a girl, sir?" He asked confused. And he was even more confused when everyone gasped.

"Who did you call a girl, Moyashi?" Kanda said.

"You are a boy? Man, you sure need to do something with this girly face of yours!" Allen said, shaking his head. "And who are you calling a Beansprout? Name's Allen!"

"What is he talking about? Kanda called him Moy-something…" Someone said.

"Moyashi, you moron." A redhead one said. "Moyashi is Beansprout in Japanese. Right Yuu-chan?" He asked as he jumped to stand next to Kanda. The boy had vibrant red hair, right eye covered with an eye-patch, the other one was emerald green and had a goofy smile plastered in his face.

"What did you call me?" The blue haired one yelled as he pointed a katana in his face.

"Uh… Gomen, gomen." The red-haired said, smirking.

"Lavi! You are with Krory, and stop fooling around!" The teacher said and 'Lavi' went next to a bi-colour-haired boy, whom Allen guessed was 'Krory'. "Anyway, warm up and Kanda, Allen, you'll have the first match."

Allen took of his shoes and socks and started to run with the rest of the class, under the astonished gaze of his teacher and fellow classmate.

"Marian-Walker, what the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Running, sir." The boy replied.

"Bare foot?"

"Yes sir. That's the way I was taught."

"Is your father an athlete?"

"Er… I wouldn't exactly say so…" He said, rubbing the back of his head as he imagined his 'dad' being an athlete. Talk about hilarious.

"Anyway, Kanda, come here." The boy went next to them and withdrew his katana. "I've told you already a million times that you cannot use this in school! This is hand-to-hand combat, not samurai!"

"It's ok, sir, he can use it if he wants." The white haired one said, smirking cheekily.

"I'll tear you into pieces so small that you mom is not going to even recognise you." Kanda said.

"Well, I don't think she would even recognise me now. Quite hard for someone who was abandoned to have a mother, don't you think?" The tone was bitter now.

"Tch." The boy withdrew once more his katana and pointed at him.

"Now, we get on with the match. We shouldn't make the ladies wait, right, fem-face?"

And before the teacher could tell the to start, Kanda had jumped at him, wielding his sword around, only to find it blocked by the black arm, but the boy didn't waver a bit.

"A prosthesis?" Someone, a girl, said.

"No. If it's what I think it could be read it's a rare genetic mutation. The muscles of some specific areas of the body are a great deal stronger than the rest. It's also said that the flesh is also harder and stiffer, making it impossible to cut and therefore, to bleed. They can't sense pretty much anything with them, either. So it's like he has no sense of temperature, pain and touch itself. But of course, that's just a theory." Lavi said, his eyes looking the dance happening in front of them. "It could also be that he has some kind of robotic arm, isn't that your brother's area of expertise, Lenalee?" The girl nodded.

Yuu was the most skilled in the school when it came to sword wielding, however this new guy seemed to be putting him against the wall without even a weapon. But there was something weird with that black and red eye… He had heard his grandparent talk once about a kid who had an eye like him. Something about a curse, too. Ah well, he would ask again after the classes were finished.

After twenty minutes of yells, curses, insults and something-that-could-resemble-a-conversation between the two contestants of the match the teacher told them to stop once he saw none of them was going to get the upper hand of it and that they could be going at it the whole day.

"Krory, Lavi, you are up." He said. "And you boy, I would like to have a chat with your father. He seems to have instructed you really well. I would also like him for come one day and show us some moves."

"Believe me, you don't want that. He is not exactly the most patient person. Besides, he travels a lot, so he is not around too much." The white haired boy said, shaking his head as he went with the rest of the class, standing next to a green-haired girl, who was standing quite behind in comparison to the rest.

"Allen Marian-Walker, right?" She said, smiling.

"Yeah."

"I'm Lenalee Lee." She said and he eyed her. Her name sounded familiar, but he was sure he had never met her. "You are not interested in the match?"

"Not particularly, no." He said. "You yourself don't seem to interested in it either."

"I see them wrestling everyday, so it's ok." She replied. "We've been friends for over two years now. With Kanda too."

"Fem-face? He definitely doesn't seem the friendly type." He said.

"He is… but in his very particular way." She replied smiling a bit nervous, as if she herself didn't believe it. "Hey, that thing in your face…?"

"None of your business." He said harshly, definitely not caring if he had hurt her when his phone rang again.

"Phones are not allowed during lessons!" The girl said and a few seconds later so did the teacher.

"Sir, not to be rude or anything, but since no you did not ask where I'm from, I'm can assume that someone has told you about where I come from, right? About my relatives." He said, voice low and calm. The teacher nodded. "Then you should let me answer this call. Could be important." He said as he swiped his finger and answered the call. "Hey daddy!" He said, punctuating the word.

"Mikk called me."

"That damn Portuguese…" He grumbled under his breath.

"Are you ok? He seemed really affected." Oh. That was a surprise. Not that Tyki was affected, but that Cross seemed worried by that.

"I'm ok, don't worry." He replied, smiling a bit.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Wise is here. And there's also Alma Karma."

"The Akuma child?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Keep an eye on him."

"As you wish, Shishō. I should hang up, Shishō, I'm in the middle of…"

"You know I'm here for you, right?"

He blinked, a bit taken aback for that but then smiled sweetly. "Of course I know, Shishō. And you have no idea how thankful I am for that."

"Good. If I'm not home when you come back I'll probably be in the harbour."

"Do you want me to come?"

"No need. In any case I should be back by dinner."

"Ok! See you then, Shishō. Take care."

"Yeah. You too."

"Are you done, Mr. Marian-Walker?" The teacher asked, obviously displeased with him.

"Yeah." He replied, smirking. "Sorry for the interruption, it was urgent."

"It's alright. But better not happen again."

"Hm. Can't promise that. My dad and I run a company together so we need to contact each other every time something happens." He said, using his phone to tap his lips. "Besides, we wouldn't want a curse fall upon the whole school, would we, sir?" He said, smirking devilishly. "But please, continue with the lesson."

People had starting muttering around him, but he didn't exactly care. What he didn't expect, was the red-haired boy to jump onto his back.

"I'm Lavi. Just Lavi." He said, offering a hand. Allen looked at him quizzically, but the aura of the boy shone in a soft golden colour, something that he barely saw as it meant that he had no ill intentions towards him.

"A-Allen Marian-Walker." He said, shaking the hand.

"You are so cool!" The boy said and the white haired one stared at him as if Lavi had grown another head. Cool? This was the first time someone called (and probably thought) him cool. He had been called many things: monster, devil, abomination, assassin, son of a bitch, bastard, cursed… But never, ever, had he been called by a stranger cool. And for someone unknown reason, he liked it. He liked it a lot.

That guy, Lavi, was weird, but he himself was weird, so he had no right to judge others. And he seemed to know a lot. And the way he talked reminded him a lot of someone else.

"Do you wanna join us for lunch?" Lavi said.

"Excuse me?"

"Lunch. Do you wanna sit with us? We saw you with that Wisely guy and we all know he is not that friendly… Actually, it was a surprise to see you two together. He usually only talks with Alma." The boy said.

"Wise is my cousin." Allen told her harshly.

"Well, then tell him to join us too." Lavi said, still in his back. "Hey, wait, does that mean that you are a member of the Noah clan?"

"Adopted. Walker comes from my adoptive uncle surname."

"And Marian?"

"My adoptive father."

"You are adopted? So am I! Well, kind of." Lavi said, smirking.

"Hum, Lavi, I'm not sure if it's a good idea if Wisely comes to sit with us… He has a bad reputation, remember?" Lenalee whispered to the redhead, who only stared at her in disbelief.

"Whatever. I'm going to sit with them. Is that ok, Allen?"

"Sure, you are a good person."

"Huh? How could you know that if you just met him?" Someone else asked and Allen only pointed at his eye as he called Tim to go over him.

Ah! So it's a curse… He might be the one Jiji mentioned sometimes then… The red head thought as he trailed after the white haired teen.

Tyki Mikk stared at his phone, deciding whether to call or not. "Aren't you staring at it for far too long?" LuluBell asked him as she entered his office and sat on the desk. "I've never seen you so dubious to call someone, so I assume it's either your brother or Cross. And since you saw Sheryl today morning, I'm picking Cross."

"Have I ever told you how much I hate you?" He grumbled.

"A few times, yes. Anyway, what's the problem?" She replied.

"Allen is in one of my History classes. There's this stupid fuck that called him 'monster' I went berserk… But that's not the problem the problem if that if Cross knows about it he is going to have my head for sure. You know how protective he is of Allen."

"Is that it?"

"Huh?"

"Are you telling me that you won't call him because of what he might do to you?" Tyki nodded. "And it has nothing to do with the fact that he could insult you and tell you stay away from them for ever?"

Tyki glared at her at sighed. He seriously hated her sometimes. But she was right, it was the fact that Cross might outright reject him just because of that rather than the fact of getting beaten to a bloody pulp.

He didn't know why, he didn't know how nor when, the first time he saw him, he thought that the man looked downright sexy and dangerous.

That would have been about thirteen years ago, which meant that he had… about sixteen or so. He had always done a marvellous job at hiding it, however it was becoming more and more difficult as years went by and now that he knew that they lived at the same city it was putting a great pressure at him in order to restrain himself and jump at him.

Besides, there was one big problem in this whole equation: Cross was straight as a nail. And even if he was attracted to men, why would he settle his eyes on him? He could have any human being he desired, so why go for the scarred, grey-skinned, golden-eyed one?

"You know, for someone as confident as you are, he can bring you down with things that you imagine." LuluBell said.

"Just leave me alone, Lulu." He sighed and she shrugged, leaving the room.

He stared at the phone for a few more minutes and decided that he had to do that, not as Tyki Mikk, Allen's uncle or whatever he exactly was, but as Tyki Mikk, Allen's History teacher.

"Who is this and how do you have this number?" Came the harsh voice.

"It's Tyki Mikk…"

"Ah! You changed your number?"

"Road stole it. But that's not why I called you."

"Figured as much. So, what's up? My idiot apprentice already crushed someone into a wall?"

"N-not exactly…"

"What happened to him, Mikk?"

"A… A boy called him… a monster." He quickly said, swallowing dry.

"He what? I'm coming over and I'm going to beat him half to…"

"No need. I already took care of him and the situation." He quickly said. Last thing they needed was Cross firing bullets all around the campus.

"Thanks."

"Yeah. No problem." He said.

"You know it's not your fault, right?" Was… Was Cross trying to comfort him?

"I'm the one who pushed him to tell the truth about who he is. If I hadn't…"

"That guy would have called him that anyways. People are just like this, Mikk, they hate and fear everything that's different and Allen is a great deal different than any teenager that might be in this University. Even more than Wisely." He said. "So don't worry. The boy won't break down just for that, it'll hurt, yes, but he won't break."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm his father after all, aren't I?" The man said and Tyki hummed. "Thanks for calling, Mikk. You should come over for dinner one of these days. I'm sure the boy will love it."

And you? Will you love it?

"S-sure."

"Good. Text me when you can and I'll see if we are around." Cross said. "Bye."

"Bye." Well, that certainly went a lot better than he had ever expected. Maybe he couldn't have a chance to be with the man, but he sure as hell was going to try to spend as much as he could with him.

From his window, he could see how Allen was having a match with Kanda. Maybe he should have told Cross about that, too. Ah well, he could always bring it up during dinner.

Well, that's it so far! Please review!