Yo! Sorry I haven't posted in quite a while ^^'…. I've been all busy with school and what not… as usual… also I've kinda been having a rough time… my girlfriend is being sent away for a looooong time (she's not the same one as before)…. And I already miss her…. I might never see her again and I didn't get to really say goodbye TT^TT… ok enough sap story! This Ain't no American Idol! Anyway… beware the evil pop culture refence later on… though many of you will probably like it hur hur hur….. on with the show!

-Allen's POV-

I woke up groggy. I had gotten in late from work and I still had homework after that. Scratching my head, I yawned and stood up from my 'bed'. 'Bed' meaning my old twin-sized mattress on the floor.

I rubbed my eyes as I took out my uniform. Slowly, I shook off my over-sized black t-shirt. Looking down I stared blankly at my scar sprinkled chest. It looked like a damn Sirat I grabbed for my shirt with my left arm. I held it out stretched for a moment, looking at the ugly red, inhuman-like limb.

"I hate it." I mumbled sleepily. Soon enough my shirt was on and the deformity was mostly hidden. Stepping out of my grey sweatpants, I used my feet to free my ankles of the fabric. Once I was fully dressed, I headed into the kitchen. I pulled out a piece of bread to make toast. Judging from lack of snoring, yelling, or sounds of prostitutes; I assumed Cross wasn't home. Or he was dead. That would be nice.

Breathing in my sweet solitude, I started to sing quietly.

"My black backpack stuffed with broken dreams." I hummed the piano. "Twenty bucks should get me through the week." I harmonized parts of the melody that were too high for me. I smiled. That was at least one sign of puberty for me. Damn my small structure!

I hummed through bites of toast as I packed up my school bag. I was getting up earlier to make it to school on time. I shuffled around the mail and envelopes cluttering the counter top. Bills, bills, more bills and some magazines.

Finally I made it out of the apartment and outside to the sidewalk. The wind was rather harsh and stabbed straight through my thin black jacket. I rubbed my gloved hands together in hopes of creating a small amount of warmth.

Last night it had snowed a little more than an inch and the side walks were icy. Being my clumsy self I slipped on the ice and face planted into a snow drift.

-Kanda's POV-

I gritted my teeth driving down the street. I watched an idiot slip and fall on the sidewalk. He shivered and dusted himself off. The idiot's jacket looked soaked and he was hugging himself like a damned child.

"Che. Oi!" I called out the window of my car. "Hey, faggot Moyashi!" the dumbass stopped.

"F-fuck-k y-you! W-wha-what do y-you w-want B-ba-kan-n-nda?" the white haired freak's teeth were chattering.

"It's fucking below zero out here." I glared at the shivering fucktard.

"Y-yeah? Y-your-r poin-nt?"

"Get in gay-ass!" I shouted at him. He only glared back at me.

"Why s-should-d I?" he said stubbornly.

"Che. 'Cuz we're both going to be fucking late, you fucking Moyashi!" I yelled. Who was that stupid? I scrapped my nails against my leather steering wheel.

"F-fine!" he trudged towards the side of my car. He pulled at the handle, but it didn't open. "Unlock it asshole!" he barked.

"Tch." I pressed on the gas and jumped forward a foot.

"H-hey! A-ars-se!" he ran to catch up. I then unlocked the door and let him in. "You'r-re awful." He pouted. That face made me want to hit him.

"Yeah." I didn't bother to look at him.

"Urgh!" he growled. He was no longer shivering as I had the heat up.

I stomped hard on the gas bringing the car to 70 mph, way over the speed limit.

"Frell!" (AN: my dad likes to say frell as a replacement for fuck;)) the albino, gay, shrimp gripped on to the seat as he lurched forward. "Slow down, BaKanda!"

"Urasai, homo." I smirked and cut a tight corner.

"Stop calling me gay, you girly man!" the Moyashi finally snapped.

"Why should I? Fruity boy?"

"Princess hair!"

"Old man hair!"

"Rapunzel!"

"Snow White!"

"Chink!"

"Brit!"

"Uh. . . That's not really offensive." He stared blankly at me. "You're stupid."

I nearly broke his face. Nearly. The remainder of the ride was silent as we reached the school. I parked in the lot and turned off the car.

"Uh, well," the Moyashi stared at me. "Thanks, BaKanda."

"Tch." I unlocked the doors.

-Later that day~ Allen's POV-

"That arse!" I complained to Lavi. "He's been calling me gay no-stop all week!"

"Ne, I would worry too much, Moyashi-chan." we were walking down to AP history. "If he argues with you, it mean he liiiikes yooou!" the red head drew out the last words. "I think he reeeaally likes you!"

"Really? Insulting and verbally abusing me, means he likes me? Doubtful." I glared at my older friend.

"Well, look at me. He tries to kill me everyday, but he's still my bestiest bud." Lavi rested his hands behind his head. "Also he's been coming to school on time lately! He also hasn't gotten a detention for like a week! It's got to be a record."

"Psht, really?" I laughed. "What, is he a delinquent?"

"Heh, sort of. He's the type to piss of a teacher and what not."

"Well, I'm gonna teach that idiot a lesson!" I clenched my one gloved hand, free of text books.

"Hm? How're you gonna do that? Not by force I hope. Lol, he'll cut you to ribbons."

"Heheh, I'd like to see him try." I cackled madly. A dark aura surround me, causing Lavi to back up a little.

"Whoa, Allen-chan." Lavi chuckled. "Don't get too carried away."

History came and passed, now began lunch. I ordered my food and sat down at the table.

"Hello, BaKanda." I said sharply.

"What, fucking Moyashi?" BaKanda ate his stupid soba.

"Nothing." I gave a grin as fake as Justin Beiber's manhood.

"Faggot." He grunted.

"Pretty boy."

"Cock monger."

"Princess."

"Queer."

"Metero."

"What the hell is that?" he stood up slamming his hands on the table.

"It means," acid dripped from my words, "you have a strong concern for your appearance that displays attributes stereotypically associated with homosexual men." I smirked and cocked my head. "Baka."

"Tch. Trying to get cocky, little Moyashi?" his voice sounded like ice chipping.

"Isn't that you? Arse." We were boy standing now, eye to eye, nose to nose. I of course was kneeling on the seat to reach his height. My hands were on the table as well and I leaned forward. He did the same. Position set. "Oi!" I screamed for everyone's attention. Skillfully I kicked an apple at Kanda's crotch causing him to lurch forward and crash into me. Well, my head that is. Most specifically our lips. And to the entire room, you know what it looked like?

A kiss.

From Kanda, to me.

Not the other way around.

The room was so still. Nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody breathed. My raven haired enemy drew away. His eyes were wide and shocked. He pulled an arm over his mouth as if to wipe away the event. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Homo!" someone spoke first.