Author's Note: Hello again beauties! I hope everyone had a splendid Christmas and a happy New Year! :) I'm sorry it took 5-ever (more than forever) but I was enjoying my holidays with the family. But I am grateful for the wonderful reviews. Oh! And some of you were wondering about the pairings, well...I haven't decided yet (heheh ^_^) I've just been having fun with the flirty, cutesy stuff for a bit before I officially decide which pairing I'm going to use. But let me know what you want to see more of and if you have any questions lemme hear it! This chapter is probably going to leave you a'wondering, but everything will be explained soon. :) Anyway read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own NADDA! Dx

Lavi had been right, the minute Lenalee had sunk her merciless claws into the men, there was no letting go…the first twenty minutes since entering the mall, she dove into the cluttered stores and made her way past crowds to get to a specific item she had her eye on. And the three teens could only follow along, dragging themselves from store to store, carrying bag after bag of things they assumed Lenalee didn't need.

"I fucking knew it…!" Kanda grumbled, carrying a rather feminine bag in his right arm. "I knew we'd be forced to carry all your useless shit…! Do you even fucking need a…" He read the item enclosed in the bag. "E-Stick...? The fuck is an E-Stick…?"

"Only Eliade's finest cosmetics…! It's a concealer, it's so amazing!" Lenalee gushed, her face beaming since entering the mall.

"Lena…I know your brother is like…a doctor and shit and makes a ton of cash, but do you really need to spend this much on...Dark boots?" Lavi looked at the rather large box under arm and sighed. "You said this would be fun…!" He pouted.

"This is fun…!"

They shot her a look.

"Okay, well don't worry. It'll get fun for you guys! I swear…!" She giggled and ran into another store.

"I'm fucking doubting her less and less…" Kanda growled and roughly sat himself on a bench in front of the store, practically throwing Lenalee's 'junk' on the ground next to him.

"You and me both…" Lavi slumped down next to the irate Japanese male, but then he glances around. "Where's Allen…?"

"The fuck if I know? I'm not the kid's babysitter…" Kanda tossed his ponytail off his shoulder and shook his head, swishing his hair left and right.

"Hmm…" Lavi looked around, slightly worried that he couldn't see a head of white hair anywhere amongst the crowd.

Oh lord…I can't believe how lost I am…! I turned away from one second and I completely lost them…! And I can't find my cell! Damn…I must have left it in the death trap of a car when Kanda was driving like a dumb maniac! Crap!

The white-haired teen begins to panic as he makes his way through the crowd, his heart pounding in his throat. Faces blur around him as the wall of bodies stagger and turn to evade him, eyes stare into his own and the murmur of voices all around him began to disorient him all together.

Allen has never been one for crowds…but even then, that felt like a big understatement, because he knew himself to the most anti-social person ever and right now…he feels as though his entire body was shutting down on him. Everything is going numb, his limbs are shaking, the beating of his heart becomes a lot more distinguishable and for whatever reason, he continues to stand amongst the throng of people, looking like a ghost.

"You look lost…"

There comes a voice from among the crowd, but Allen isn't sure where it had come from, much less,who it came from. But when he sees two golden orbs and a snowy-white smile, he feels a definitive chill run down his back…he didn't trust those eyes.

A tall, tanned man stood against a wall beside him, dark, curled tresses are tied in a tight pony-tail that left his face exposed, which wasn't all bad to look at because Allen could admit that this man had a certain "appeal" about him, but it was those eyes of his that made the grey-haired teen uneasy. And judging from the accent, Allen had to guess that he was…Portuguese…?

"You could say that…" Allen said with a nervous smile.

"Want some help? Maybe I can help you find who you're looking for…" The man smirks and pokes his hip out. He was dressed in a pair of tight black pants, an open-collared dress shirt and black suspenders, along with a silver chain hanging on his hip. The man had a great sense of style, but that did very little to persuade the boy into thinking he was harmless.

"Uh…No thanks, I think I can find them myself. But thank you…" Allen made a small bow with his head and with a polite smile, he turns to walk away.

"Are you sure…? Because, I'm pretty certain, you're going in the wrong direction." The man calls from the wall and his grin widens.

Allen looks back, grey eyes narrowing in displeasure. "Oh? And how do you know? Do you even know where I'm going, much less, who I'm looking for…?"

"Kid with the eye-patch right…?" The man smiles and lifts himself off the wall. "And the girly boy with the long hair…correct?"

The grey-haired teen looks apprehensive. "Yeah…but how did you know that? Were you watching…?" Allen was getting weird vibes from the man, and the longer he was around, the more Allen felt…disturbed. Maybe it was the way the man was clearly and quite blatantly raking his eyes up and down his frame.

"Well you walked by my studio earlier…and I couldn't miss the constant bickering you and your friend were displaying." He smirked.

Allen frowned. "He's not my friend…"

"Boyfriend…?"

"NO!" Allen waves his hands vigorously and shakes his head. "I rather run in a field of mines, blindfolded with a horde of infectious zombies chasing me…"

The Portuguese man gave an amused laugh and walked towards him, and for a moment, Allen was hypnotized by this.

He moved with such grace, while people were clumsily bumping and brushing against one another, the man had elegantly weaved around each person, avoiding them with a direct and calculated step. Each turn was agile and almost sophisticated in a way that it reminded Allen of a cat. And to some degree, it made Allen a little jealous, knowing that he couldn't possibly possess the ability to move so flawlessly…no matter how much he tried.

"Do you need some directions?" The man asks with a grin. "I know exactly which way they went…!"

Allen eyes brighten. "Really…?"

"Oh yeah, baby."

Allen inwardly cringes. "Mind telling me…?" He smiles.

"I'll tell you…if you dance with me."

Grey eyes widen and Allen breaks into nervous laughter, unsure if the man was kidding or not. "You can't be serious…"

"I'm as serious as a heart attack…" He leans over slightly and flicks a strand of silver hair out of Allen's face and smiles. "What's the big deal…? It's only a dance. Besides, it won't take long…you'll be off and happy with your 'friend' when this is all over."

Allen wasn't too happy at the pronunciation of 'friend' but he ignored it because now he had other, more unsettling, matters at hand.

"You…want to dance…? Here…?" Allen looks around at the dozens of people clamoring the halls and the man laughs. There was something about his laugh…but Allen couldn't quite put his finger on it. It sounded almost...familiar.

"Of course not…I have a studio." The man points to the place in back of him and watches as the boy reads the sign.

"Teez Studios…?" He reads aloud and glances back at the man in front of him. "Listen, I appreciate the help and the…offer, but I'm certain I can find my own way. So thank you…uh…"

"Call me Mikk…" The man smiled.

"Mikk, thank you and I apologize, but I must get going." Allen turns to leave.

"You're going in the wrong direction again…" Mikk chuckles and sees the boy blush. "Look, it would be much easier if you knew the way, and which store they were going to go to next…"

"Wait…you know where they're going next? Where…?" He looks back. How long had this man been watching and listening...?

"Yeah, the young lady spoke it loudly. But…I can't tell you where…unless I get that dance." He smiled.

Am I really desperate enough to dance with a total stranger…who's pretty much disturbingly creepy for wanting to dance with a fifteen year old boy? Shite…

Allen would probably regret this...no, he knew for a fact that he was going to really regret this, but he had no choice. If he wanted to get back to his friends, he was going to have to do this. Damn...

"Ugh…fine…! But you do realize I'm fifteen, right?" Allen frowns.

Mikk smirks. "What does age have to do with dancing…?" He takes a bag from the teen and walks into the direction of the store. "Shall we?"

No. "Uh…sure…" Allen was being as polite as he could, but it was difficult when he didn't want to be in the presence of this man, much less dance with this man.

When he entered the door, he found himself in what seemed to be the foyer of the studio and he was pleasantly amazed at the tasteful design of the area. Golden, silken tapestry hung above the ceiling and lights, giving the place a warm yellowish glow, setting a sort of ambiance that Allen found cozy yet sophisticated. Upon the walls were various pictures of what he assumed were dance students and their parents, all them happy as they held medals and trophies, and on the same wall, he seen certificates and awards, plenty of them addressed to a Mr. Mikk and a Lulubell.

"Do you co-own this place…?" Allen asks as he eyes the wall.

"I do. With a friend…her name is Lulubell. She's a snobby, crude brat that was pampered since birth, but she is a great friend." He smiled and for the first time, Allen found that smile to actually look…decent, it was warming. "No if you will follow me…"

The grey-haired teen rolled his eyes. Right, he almost forgot why he was here in the first place.

Allen followed Mikk to a closed door that was framed by the same golden curtains, but this time they were tied back with a yellow, tasseled rope and when Mikk opened the doors, Allen felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning ghost over his skin.

They stepped inside, but the moment Allen does, he's floored at the magnificent structure of it all. It was beautiful. Lights hung from the ceiling, surrounding a rather impressive chandelier in the middle of the room, on each corner were those lovely silk curtains again but in those corners were also small black speakers. Rails clung to the walls, which Allen figured were used mostly for ballerinas, but nothing could ever capture his attention more than the giant mirror ahead of them.

The entire studio was striking; it held a luxurious vibe about it, reminding Allen of those glorious ball rooms set in the 1900's, but less extravagant and gaudy, this studio had a simplicity about it but it was marvellous nonetheless.

"This is…beautiful!" Allen stood in the middle of the room and stared at his surroundings.

"Very beautiful…" Mikk kept his gaze on the silver-haired teen and it goes unnoticed, thankfully. "So…what shall we start with…? Which dance would you like, baby?"

Right...Allen frowns for a second time, forgetting once again why he was here. "My name is Allen…and I don't know which dance…I just want to get this over with before they get worried." He sighed and rubbed at his temples before placing his bags on the floor of the studio.

"Let's start simple, so how about a Waltz?" Mikk stared down at his phone with a smirk, pressing a few buttons as music began to play very softly around the room. He turned towards the silver-haired male and offered out his hand, giving a short bow. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me…?" He glanced up with a smirk.

Allen rolls his eyes. "Eh…sure, I guess." He takes Mikk's hand and is immediately pulled forward, causing him to bump softly into the man's chest. Grey eyes look up and Allen is stunned at the sheer brilliance of those yellow irises, it unnerved him…it made him feel…violated in a sense. It was as though those eyes of his were penetrating him, searching out everything and devouring mercilessly, those eyes were greedy and the man behind them was all but a mystery.

The silver-haired teen let out a startled yelp when Mikk began moving them, their feet gliding across the hardwood floor with ease and precision as they swayed and turned their bodies in unison, but what startled Allen more was the hand that was practically massaging his hip.

"Mikk…I prefer you not grope me while we dance." Allen grounded out with an irked smile.

"Eu implore o seu perdão." Mikk smirked. "But you got to move with me baby…you're too stiff. I need you to loosen your hips a bit more and arch your back just a little." He placed a hand in the small of Allen's back and pressed down, earning a small squeak which made the older man chuckle.

The teen did as he was told, with a little bit of shame biting at his pride, and began moving in time with the music and Mikk. Allen was good at the Waltz, but never did he think he would end up being led by a man…a persistent, eerily tall man that was groping him at every chance he got.

A hand squeezed his hip again and Allen blushed. "Mikk…" He growled. "If you keep that up I'm leaving…"

"Sorry, sorry…but it's a little hard to lead when your partner is uh…smaller."

Allen feels another jab of shame and his face heats up. "You're the one who suggested this, not me…!"

"Fácil bonito, I'm kidding. I think you're height is adorable." Mikk grinned. "Besides, you're in perfect position for this..."

Allen's eyes widen as Mikk leaned more into him, his face nearing his own and a serious 'Stranger Danger!' bell went off inside his own head warning him how freaky and inappropriate this was progressing but Allen couldn't even move.

But suddenly he was dropped backwards and the teen let out a gasp as he was dipped, hands secured him tightly as his vision was turned upside down briefly until he was brought back up again just when the music had reached its end.

Allen blinks and Mikk let out a small breath of laughter.

"You looked surprised…what was it you were expecting?" He purred by his ear and felt the boy shudder in his grasp.

Allen pulled himself away and quickly turned around, embarrassed. "Look we danced…I hope you're happy now because those are the seven minutes I'm never getting back again. So can I please get the directions of where my friends are…?" He crossed his arms, his face still blushing.

"Of course…" A devious smirk crossed Mikk's face. "But first…" He spun the boy around and took his gloved hand within his own, giving it a quick kiss. "Obrigado, minha beleza…" Gold met silver and Allen was the first to break eye contact.

"S-sure…" Allen squirms uncomfortably and pulls away. "Now can I please get the directions…?"

"Oh yeah baby…"

"The name is Allen…!"

"Ooh…Eu gusto quando você está com raiva…"

"What? Wait…Mikk! Get your hand off my hip…!"

"I don't know what you mean…"

"It's still there…!"

"Allen…! C'mere boy…!" Lavi let out a whistle. "ALLEE—Ouch…! Dude, what the fuck…?" He winced in pain as he clutched at his arm that was previously punched.

"Shut the fuck up! Your damn yelling is annoying…!" Kanda grumbled as he crossed his arms. "Why the fuck are we looking for him anyway? I don't give a damn if he's lost…works for me if he isn't in my life anymore."

"Don't be so mean…besides, Lenalee said to look for him. And you know just as much as me, that going against her orders results in a kick to the shin and that shit hurts." Lavi placed a toothpick in his mouth and glances around. "Where was the last place we were at before we lost him?"

"The fuck if I know…I rather not be here right now." Kanda scratched at his neck. "Shit, I need a drag. Tired of all this bullshit, I need a damn smoke."

"Don't worry, Yu…! Once we find him, you can ditch for a ciggy and we can meet you at the food court, sound good?"

"Whatever…" Kanda sighed angrily. "What the fuck is wrong with this kid? Who gets lost only minutes after entering the mall? It's his own damn fault for getting himself lost! The idiot…"

"Hey look! There he is…!" Lavi spotted a head of white hair but when he sees an unfamiliar man next to him, Lavi gave him a scrutinizing stare. "Who's the guy?"

"I don't know…" Kanda watched as the man rubbed the kid's shoulder, and the Japanese male wrinkled his nose in disgust. "He looks like fucking creep…"

"No kidding…" Lavi glowered but then he grins. "I got an idea…"

"What's with your crazy-bullshit ideas?" Kanda narrowed his eyes and before he had time to stop the one-eyed teen, Lavi was already off.

He ran a few paces ahead of Kanda and raised his hands to his mouth and gave a loud shout that earned plenty of stares from passing people. "ALLEN! My love…!"

Allen jumps at the loud, vociferous yell in the distance and before he had time to even look up, he was already tackled into a rather large embrace that left him momentarily breathless from the sheer force of the person slamming into him.

As the air returned to his lungs once more, Allen finally spoke. "L-Lavi…? What are you—?" But then it occurs to him that many people were staring at them and the grey-haired teen shifted within Lavi's arms frantically. "G-get off…! People are staring at us! Lavi…!"

"Let them stare all they want, it doesn't matter to me…!" Lavi nuzzled the teen's neck and he's hit with the strong scent of cologne, which struck him as odd…because he feels as though he had smelled this scent before. "Love hath no bounds! They're just jealous 'cos they can't have a banging relationship like we have…!"

"What are you talking about…?" Allen murmurs shyly as he struggles in Lavi's hold. "I'm serious Lavi, let go…!"

"Hey what do you want for dinner, baby? My treat…!" Lavi asks as he held Allen in a one arm hug, his arm slinking across his waist.

"Dinner…?" Allen's eyes widen.

"I see what you're doing…" The man, Mikk, responds with a smirk.

Lavi looks back to the older male and glares. "Excuse me, but my honey and I are discussing something here, so beat it beauty-mark…!"

"Look, I'm not stupid. I know very well that you aren't that boy's boyfriend…"

"Yeah…? Well neither are you, so get the fucking idea creep, he's not interested in you and your creepiness. So bye-bye now…!" Lavi turned and begins storming off, pulling Allen next to him who's still at a loss. "God, creeps like him bug the fuck out of me…! You okay Allen?"

Allen blinks, a little taken back at the whole display he had just seen. He never actually seen Lavi angry before, and frankly he didn't think it was possible for such a happy person, but what he had witnessed…was a little unnerving, to perceive such a foreign attitude on the redhead was something Allen couldn't quite describe.

"Uh…fine." Allen glances up at the taller male. He didn't want to explain why he was with Mikk in the first place, considering the embarrassing ordeal had to go through in order to know where his friends were located, who were already out looking for him. And it angered Allen that he went through that whole thing for nothing…

"That's good…!" Lavi smiled and looks over to his friend walking towards them. "Hey Yu…! Get the fuck outta here…!" He beamed happily.

"What?" Kanda spat.

"Go for a drag I mean, cos I got our Brit boy and we're going to meet Lenalee."

"Fuck that, you promised me a free meal too! And I'm torn between going for a drag and kicking your ass for your stupid display, but I'm too hungry to do both. So let's go…!" Kanda turned on his heel and began striding away.

"What's with him?" Allen looks at the irate male walk away and frowns. "He looks more peeved than usual."

"Maybe he wanted to be the macho man and rescue you himself." Lavi grinned.

"I highly doubt that, considering he hates me…and the feeling is mutual." Allen deadpanned.

"Yu doesn't hate you." Lavi paused. "Huh, using Yu and you together in the same sentence sounds super weird."

"Uh-huh." Allen mutters as they make their way towards the food court.

"There you guys are!" Lenalee said aloud as she sat at a table in the food court, along with her many bags crowding all around her. "I was getting worried…! But now that you're here…!" She placed her bag in front of her and smiled. "As a way of thanking you guys for tagging with me—"

"—we were here against our will…" Kanda crossed his arms and scowled somewhere in the distance.

"Anyway…!" Lenalee continued. "I want to repay you guys…so as a 'thanks', I'm buying you guys lunch for today!"

Except for Allen, the other boys weren't particularly excited about this news.

"Thank you Lenalee…!" Allen said happily and joined her at the next table (since her bags were taking up most of the space at her table.) "Please note…I'm happy getting paid with food all the time!"

"Aww, Allen you're the sweetest…!" The young girl turned towards her other companions, sulking a few feet away. "Come on you guys…! I'll buy you anything you want alright? Choose anything you want to eat…! And also…" She dug in her purse and held up three tickets. "These…!"

Allen tilted his head. "What are those…?"

"Tickets…! For the upcoming festival happening in town, there's going to be rides, shows, and music performances…! And a ton of other things…!" The girl smiled. "It's in a few weeks…!"

"That's really nice of you Lenalee, thank you." Allen took a ticket and eyed it with a smile. He hadn't gotten a gift from a friend before…considering he barely had any to begin with, but the sentiment was nice and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

But the two older teens still pouted.

"We dragged around your crap for hours…my feet are fucking sore, I never got a drag yet, I had to look for a stupid lost kid—" He glares at Allen before he continued his spiel. "—and to top it off…the fucking security keeps looking at me."

"That's only because of the stunt you pulled last summer." Lavi chuckled and looked to Allen. "Dude here, punched a security guard in the face."

"He was fucking making assumptions that I stole from a shitty store. I had every right to punch the asshole in his fucking face." Kanda growled and crossed his arms. "As I was saying…I did all this crap and all I get from it is a free meal and tickets to a crappy fair."

"Is that whining I hear…?" Allen looks around and holds a gloved hand to his ear. "Do you hear that…? I'm pretty sure that's whining …"

Lavi snickered.

"Shut you're fucking mouth! Go get lost again; dork…the only good thing about this day is that I had a break from looking at your stupid face."

"Oh, trust me. With your constant whining…I had a wonderful time away from you as well." Allen rolls his eyes and looks over to Lenalee with a happy smile. "Food…?"

"Yes Allen, here." Lenalee gave him some money and watched in surprise as the kid got up from his chair and sped off in blur.

"Holy shit look at him go…" Lavi placed a hand over his eye and smiled. "Also, look at the bright side Yu…at this fair, there's going to be some games and who knows…maybe you can beat Allen's adorable ass at them. You know how great you are at that basketball one, and you got height on your side."

Kanda snorted and frowned. When his narrowed eyes glance at the grey-haired teen in distance, ordering his food, he couldn't suppress the proud smirk from curving across his lips. Maybe Lavi was on to something…and what Kanda wouldn't give to show that bratty, little punk a thing or two. It was an amusing thought.

Lavi sat at the next table beside Lenalee and grins as he watches his friend mull over the thought of kicking Allen's ass at a few games.

"How do you always persuade him into things…? I can never do that…" Lenalee whispers over to her red-haired friend.

"I got a gift…" Lavi smiles and when he sees Allen coming back with two full trays of food, his face lights up. "Aww…! Allen you shouldn't have!" The redhead goes to reach for a fry and was instantly slapped at his hand. "Um...Ow…?" He whined and looked at the kid sadly.

"Hey…! Lenalee is buying you your own food, remember. These are mine…I deserve it, after having to deal with creepy Portuguese men and a nagging Kanda." Allen took a burger from his tray and began scarfing it down along with his fries and onion rings.

The three watched, aghast.

"That's just fucking sick…" Kanda cringed and turned away.

"Uh…I think I'll settle with just a drink." Lavi continued to stare in shock as the kid wolfed down his food.

"Mmm…" Allen hummed happily as he bit into another burger.

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*Eu implore o seu perdão- "I beg your pardon"

*Fácil bonito- "Easy handsome"

*Obrigado, minha beleza- "thank you, my beauty"

*Eu gosto quando você está com raiva- "I like it when you're angry"