I really appreciate the reviews. I have been getting a lot of alerts and favorites, but rarely do I get reviews :( Does this mean my story is becoming blah?
On the happy side, THIS STORY IS ALMOST 10 WHOLE CHAPTERS! This. Will. Be. Revolutionary. History.
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Tyki Mikk growled as he slammed his hands down onto the keyboard in frustration.
Rhode Camelot frowned, "Tyki, if you have time to play computer games, why can't you help me with my homework?"
"He isn't playing computer games, Rhode, now finish your problem," Lulu Bell pointed at Rhode's math homework.
"Then whatcha doin'?" The girl asked as she jumped off the chair and dashed over to her brother.
The computer screen was filled with complicated numbers and letters along with a blue outline of the Earth on a different page in the right corner. Another page below it had a list of people's names. The page in the smack-dab middle, however, had a simple back background and five letters in white with a blank box under and an enter key:
AKUMA
Rhode snickered, "Trying to get on Daddy's good side, eh Tyki? We all tried to find the password for AKUMA but nothin' worked, ya know!"
The Portuguese man ignored his little sister as he pulled up the window with the list of names. There were links to each name. Tyki scrolled down to "W" and clicked on a link to "Neah Walker".
"I thought Daddy already looked at that," Rhode frowned, "There isn't anything helpful in the government's files about Neah, ya know? He didn't even have a credit card for goodness sakes!"
Her brother sighed angrily as he went back and looked down the long list of "Walker"s. Apparently, Walker was a common surname.
Walker, Daniel
Walker, Danielle
Walker, Erica
Walker –
Tyki stopped and sighed again, "You might be right, Rhode, but I just want to double check. If Neah had any family –"
"If I'm not mistaken, Neah Walker's only friend was his birth brother, Mana Walker. We have established that, no?" Lulu cut coldly as she gave up on making Rhode do her math and closed her workbook, "He didn't even consider us, his adoptive siblings, family and even though he was close to Father, there wasn't nearly enough trust between them for him to tell Father the password."
Tyki Mikk sighed again.
"You're sighing a lot today, Tii," Rhode frowned, "Maybe you should get some rest?"
He gave a tired smile as he ruffled her hair, "Speak for yourself, brat. Shouldn't you be in bed right now?"
"Lulu said that if I finished my math homework before dinner, I could watch Jasdero and Devit's midnight live concert on TV!" The younger pouted as she fixed her already messy hair.
"Which you didn't finish and it is dinnertime now, so no midnight concert," Lulu replied as she cleared the table of eraser shavings.
"Nooo! I promise I'll finish right now, so please let me finish!" Rhode cried as she ran over to Lulu and tried to grab her workbook from her grasp.
"You are not working at the dinner table. I thought Father taught you at least that much. Anyway, Tyki and I are going to leave tomorrow to France for a conference, and I'm sure your elder brother would much like to hear you talk about what you did today while he was at work, not what x would equal if the square root of x is 35."
Rhode continued to complain as she followed her older adoptive sister to the kitchen, leaving Tyki alone with the computer. For the tenth time, Tyki checked Neah Walker and Mana Walker's files, only to find nothing.
"Wait…"
He hadn't noticed something because it had not been highlighted. Whenever another person was mentioned in the file, their name was highlighted and linked to their profile. However, there was a name that stood in the plain.
Mana Walker worked at the West Woods Circus under the ringmaster Jonathan H. Smithson for about three years before his contract expired on December 25. During his stay at the Circus, he replaced William Lean as the "head clown", became business partners in his later occupation with Michelle Miweirski, and was reunited with his long-lost son, Allen Walker (aka "Red") the same day his contract expired. He then became a window-washer in London…
Well then.
Mana Walker never had a lover, much less a son.
So…
Who was "Allen Walker"?
Allen sneezed as he stepped out of the showers.
"Only idiots catch colds during the dead middle of July, now get your ass out of there, bean sprout!" Kanda slammed his fist on the door of the bathroom, "You aren't a fucking girl so why the hell are you taking so long?"
"I've only been in here for five minutes, BaKanda!" Allen yelled back as he dried himself, "Anyway, I bet you'd take longer than me just to wash and condition your precious hair then blow-dry it to perfection!"
"I'll introduce you to Mugen when you come out, bean sprout!" Kanda screamed.
"I already met Mugen, thank you very much. And don't you think you need a therapist, considering that you're personifying non-living objects?" Allen snapped as he put on a white long sleeved t-shirt and gray sweatpants.
Allen was a very polite person. He tried to be as humble and as sophisticated as possible. However, he found that Yuu Kanda was the one exception to his unspoken rule of manners. No matter how nice Allen had been to him that day, Kanda only sneered back. The albino cracked when Kanda mentioned how stupid it was for Allen to wear gloves and long sleeves in the middle of summer of California. He retorted and was formally introduced to Mugen, Kanda's precious katana that had been sent over by the Japanese Security Service a few days prior to their arrival and had been in the careful hands of Lavi's grandfather, Mr. Bookman. Lavi referred Mugen's importantness as "Dear Yuu's samurai play", thus being united with Mugen's butt at the head and going out cold for a few hours.
"You're probably already boiled, bean sprout! Now shut the hell up and get out before I send Lavi to eat you!" Kanda snapped back, much to the amusement of Allen.
"I heard my sexy name being shouted erotically by my beautiful, dear Yuu~!" Lavi shouted.
Allen heard a loud crash, an "I'm sorry, Yuu!", a high pitched scream, a cow, then a sound similar to the one Lavi had made when he was knocked out.
"…He only got up an hour ago too…" Allen sighed as he threw a towel over his drying hair and got out of the bathroom.
His prediction had been right.
"Get this rabbit out of the hallway and move it, bean sprout," the black haired Japanese man snapped as he stomped into the bathroom.
"Wait!" Allen yelped as he tried to grab Kanda's shoulder and ended up yanking his hair.
Kanda gave a screech as he whipped around and slammed his foot onto the wall next to Allen.
"T-t-this is a rental place…" he could feel the wall breaking behind him.
"Get your fucking hands off my fucking hair," Kanda scowled as the hair tie fell off and his hair fell over his shoulders.
"I-I-I f-forgot to g-get my gl-glove..." Allen mumbled as he let go of his hair (and the hair strands that he ripped off) and snatched the glove he had left on the sink.
Kanda clicked his tongue and pushed Allen aside.
"Oh, by the way, Kanda!" Allen called as he put the glove on and began to pick up the unconscious Lavi off the floor.
"What?"
Allen smiled brightly, "Your hair looks pretty when it's down. You should keep it like that!"
"I'm not some fucking bitch!" he slammed the door of the bathroom shut, making Allen flinch.
He sighed as he dragged Lavi down the stairs and into the room he and Kanda were sharing. Allen tossed the idiot on the bed and walked over to the gigantic kitchen/dinning room for something to do.
"Thank you for cooking, Miss Rinali, Miss Miranda. And thank you for helping them, Crowley. Is there something I can do?" Allen asked with a smile.
"You don't have to be formal, Allen. Just call me Rinali. And we're almost done, so you can wait a bit, ok?" Rinali smiled back.
"Ow!" Crowley sucked his thumb as he stirred the soup on the stove.
"You should turn down the heat; the soup is bubbling, Crowley," Miranda instructed. Crowley nodded solemnly as he turned the heat from 10 to 6.
"You said that you were very clumsy, Miss Miranda. I don't see any of that here," Allen remarked as he dried his hair with the towel that lay on top of it.
"Oh…well, one gets used to making food for themselves…but when there are others paying for it, like at a restaurant…that's when the trouble comes in," she smiled softly, her curly hair slowly crawling on her pale cheeks.
"I see…"
"How much do you eat Allen? We made a lot so we won't have to cook tomorrow, so you can have all you want," Crowley smiled.
"I eat about three times my size…or even more when I'm very hungry…" he admitted.
Rinali laughed, "Of course, you're a growing man. Now out of the kitchen – dinner'll be ready soon enough."
Allen smiled. Rinali was very motherly – he was reminded of Emilia in the BSS…and the mother he never knew. Half of him hoped that after the mission was over, he could still meet and talk with Rinali. She was very comforting and gentle, something he was growing fond of and didn't know of until he had joined the BSS.
He joined Bak and Tewaku playing poker at the living room and observed as his mind wandered to today's events.
"Jasdero and Devit Noah are the adopted children of the founder of the Noah's Ark Company, a company that has more international power than any damn treaty and partnership. They're having a concert tonight in New York, and in about three days, they're coming to L.A. for another concert," Kanda read off of the folder in his hands, "Since we have to be out of here exactly a day after the concert, the plan is to blow up the bastards during their concert. Make it an 'accidental fire' something like that. Us CROW'll get in as backstage staff and implant a chemical or bomb onstage and make a show to remember. Tewaku'll be part of the medical staff."
"Wait," Allen raised a hand, "If we do this, then what about the civilians? Won't they get hurt if there's an explosion or fire?"
"No shit, they'll die."
"Then let's come up with something that won't endanger the bystanders!"
"Hell the fuck no. Those kinds of plans never work. 'Technical difficulties' with the lighting and such that are made so that all the shit on top of the stage roof'll rain on them and hopefully kill 'em. Guess what, bean sprout? That kind of shit never works. This is your first killing, so watch and learn a bit before coming up with anything stupid."
Allen frowned, "Innocent lives will be destroyed!"
"There are sacrifices in war, brat."
"That's too cruel!"
"Allen's right!" Rinali spoke up, "I've never had a mission in which I injured an innocent person!"
"What kind of missions do you go on?"
"How many lives have you destroyed?" Allen cried.
"I have to agree, it's not right!" Crowley said firmly.
Miranda gave a small nod as Bak Chang sighed, "Even I have to agree with the bean sprout here."
"Let's play nice, dear Yuu," Lavi grinned.
"As a doctor, I'd rather not have a situation in which I cannot save someone no matter how hard I try," was Tewaku's only reply to the situation.
"This isn't fucking preschool! We look out only for ourselves and complete the task given, no matter what gets in the way!" Kanda slammed his hands down onto the table.
"That's inhuman!" Allen screamed back.
"WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HUMAN!"
Allen froze in shock. Everyone else suddenly silenced.
"We're fucking assassins, do you get that brat? That means we can't have any fucking morals or ideals get in the way of our goal! That's what it means to be a CROW member in the Security Service!"
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"…Then let me think of something."
"What?"
"We have three days until Jasdevi comes, right? As for bombs and chemicals and such, it takes Bak Chang a full day and a half, right? Give me one day – just one! I'll think of something! And if I can't then we'll do this your way."
Kanda gave him a menacing glare, "People like you don't even last a week in missions like these. I'll give you 24 hours, bean sprout."
Honestly, 24 hours wasn't that a lot of time.
"Full house," Tewaku grinned as Bak slapped down his useless cards, "Hand me the cash, Bak."
"You're really mean, Terry…"
"I told you to not call me that, you bastard."
"Guys! Dinner's ready! Come on!" Rinali's voice penetrated his deep thoughts and he left them hanging for his food.
Because who in their right mind would decide that innocent lives are better than worrying about dinner?
Thanks for reading an I is very sorry if there are mistakes, bad grammar, and OOC-ness. Tell me when you find something horribly off.
And I kind of wanted them to have a professinal air like they wouldn't trust each other until they know each other more like real secret assassins do, but with Miranda, Rinali, Lavi, Crowley, and Allen's personality, such a thing isn't possible. They're already family the second they meet. Kanda's the purple kangaroo. That's my way of saying that he's the only one who's different. Bak and Tewaku are just chill and they go with the flow. Like turtles.
Sorry for not updating yesterday, but I was kind of sad that I didn't get many reviews. But I should be happy and being grateful for even having people review for my last chapter, so I am. I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND IF THERE WERE A SONG ABOUT LOVE AND FOREVER (there probably is) I'D SING IT TO YOU.
AAAND on a random note, you might be wondering why the United States Security Service isn't the American Security Service. Think about the acronym for a second there.
USSS.
ASS.
You get what I mean?
I'd never be able to take the ASS seriously.
