WHICH GIRL ARE YOU!? JUST KIDDING.

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Allen from Lover's Novel: blunt, naïve, dense, intelligent, aloof, cold, tomboyish, violent, simplistic, and doesn't blush easily. Too stupid for romance, but a devoted Christian. A little cute, but immediately decreased due to her outwear and personality.

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Hinata from It's School Love: shy, smart, timid, naïve, determined, studious, little old-fashioned, innocent, kind, pushover, caring, loving, and doesn't know very much about boys. You can make her blush easily. Very cute.

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Luffy from Voyaging for Cure or Love: rude, immature, obnoxious, feisty, tomboyish (now that he's a she), annoying, disgusting, naïve, blunt, ignorant, dense, and she'll only half blush. Not so cute, looks like boy Luffy with longer hair and girl assets.

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So afterwards, during the disturbance of Jasdero calling me 'pretty', Tyki waltzed in.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" he called.

His button down shirt was ruffled along with a pair of black dress pants. His hair was let loose. He looked suave, but for other normal girls that is. I sighed and covered my face with the blanket that I snatched away from Jasdero, who seemed to wake up from staring me.

"Tyki! Tomboy died!" he fretted.

"No you idiot! She's the one who looks pretty!" Rhode called.

I groaned. I heard Tyki chuckle. "Allen became pretty?" he mused. "I'd love to see that."

I groaned again.

"You better not Tyki! We don't want you raping poor Ally right now! We have to have breakfast now!" Rhode said.

"Rhode, for the last time, that lady was drunk! I had to help her somehow, and she was the one moaning and asking me for sex." Tyki retorted.

I groaned…again.

"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but…b-b-b-but…" Debitto trailed.

"How many butts are you going to say? If you want to grope one so badly, you can take Ally! She's for FREEEEEE!" Rhode sang.

I paled, paler than my usual pale. I wondered if Rhode accidentally swallowed anything that has to do with alcohol. I tugged the blanket down so that my eyes would be exposed. I looked at Debitto's face, which was flushing uncontrollably.

I sighed and sat up. Tyki's eyes widened, then he laughed. The twins stared at me again. Jasdero's mouth hung and his eyes showed awe. Debitto was flushing even more. Rhode showed a boastful look that said, "Fuck yeah! I'm a genius!" Oops, I'm not allowed to say bad words.

I narrowed my eyes. "Quit looking at me like that. I can't look that great." I barked.

Tyki stopped laughing and grinned. "Oh? Why won't you see it for yourself then."

I sighed and got up. I went to Rhode's vanity and saw my reflection. My skin was absolutely flawless, but the scar remained. My eyes shown even more fantastic than ever, the gray pupils glittered under the sun's light. I touched my cheek, it was like silk! My nose has been reshaped, my eyes were a bit bigger, and my cheekbones were perfect. This was an ultimate transformation. I screamed.

"RHODE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" I screamed in anguish.

She pouted. "What? You don't like it?"

I glared furiously at her. "LIKE IT?! I'M NOT ME ANYMORE! WHAT WILL MY MASTER SAY WHEN HE SEES ME LIKE THIS!?"

She grinned. "Hopefully he won't rape you! I know how much Cross loves hot ladies! Wait till he gets a load of you now!"

My eyes widened. Then I groaned and crouched. I heard Tyki ask Rhode how long will I remain like this. Rhode happily exclaimed that she used a family's recipe so that I might as well look like a diva until I turn 54. I sulked.

Readers, you might think that if you become as 'lovely' as I am, then you are most definitely vain, no offense. Wouldn't you want people who would accept you the way you are? I didn't even know why I agreed to let Rhode to do this to me!

I'm worried for what Daisya might say! And what about Lavi!? Wait…Lavi! He did say that he loves me the way I am, well, used to be, so when he sees me like this, he'll think I'm turning into one of those whores! Perfect! He'll leave me alone now!

I threw on my black loose shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I didn't bother brushing my hair. Timcampy was still sleeping on Rhode's bed. Rhode was begging me to let her dress me up, but I knew better. When we came down, Lulubell, Skin, and Mr. Earl didn't seem to notice my newly transformed face. Debitto kept avoiding me, and Jasdero kept staring at me. Tyki acted normally, but Rhode was exclaiming madly how my 'beauty' couldn't faze him.

I quietly ate. When I was done, I thanked Rhode for inviting me and rushed back home with my things and Timcampy. I even forgot to ask Debitto for my hat back. I opened the door and dropped everything.

I sighed. "Well Tim, that sure was a new experience." I mumbled.

"Brat? That you?"

I froze. I looked up and saw master. He still looked the same. He was a handsome man with thick red hair that grew up to his lower back, along with his beard. His eyes were filled with evil as always and were hidden behind his spectacles, but they seemed shocked. He wore a black cloak with military pants. Half of his face was covered with a white mask that was broken in half.

I bit my bottom lip and smiled nervously. "M-m-m-master. W-w-w-what a-a-a-are y-y-you doing here s-s-so early?" I stammered.

He frowned. "You can't be that brat, she's as ugly as that old hag in Spain," he murmured.

I scowled. "I'm Allen, master. It's really me. My friend, Rhode, gave me a makeover. Besides, it's not like I appreciate the offer." I mumbled.

He snorted. "Brat, I was joking. You stupid or what? I can still your scar and white hair. You too dumb to learn how to comb your hair still?"

I resisted glaring daggers at the geezer. It took a lot of effort to do that. "Just to let you know, you got accepted to a very prestigious school, Noah Academy."

His cigar dropped from his lips. He grabbed my collar and shoved his face close to mine. I squeaked a "EEP!" in my mind. His eyes glimmered with madness.

"You wasting my money brat!? I ought to teach you a lesson squirt!"

I frowned. I knew master wouldn't really pulverize me, child abuse is against the law. He might just smack me upside the head. "Master, I know that Noah Academy is an expensive school, but I got there for free."

His eyes widened. "Free?" he repeated disbelieving.

I nodded. "Yes. Mr. Earl, my principal who is also the owner of that school, thought I was such an excellent student that he wanted me to attend to his other school. Put me down please."

He dropped me, leaving me fall on the floor hard. I grumbled and rubbed my sore hip. Tim flew to master's shoulder and tilted his head.

Master frowned. "You over feeding my bird? He practically weighs 3 times more than his previous weight," he exclaimed.

I sighed and inwardly rolled my eyes. "Not my fault that I'm the one taking care of Tim. All you've been doing is go out of the country and drink and seduce women. Speaking of which, there was a lady who wanted me to tell you something."

He smirked. "Was she a beauty?"

"I guess you can say that. She said that if you ever showed your face in front of hers, she'd cut off your manhood, or something of the sort. I don't quite remember." I mumbled.

Master Cross lit up another cigar and blew a puff. "Who was it?" he asked with boredom in his tone.

"Miss Nine."

He choked on his cigar. His face showed shock. "What?! That bitch is here?" he shouted.

"Yes. She's, in fact, a teacher in my current school."

"Well, keep feeding Tim, brat. I'll see you in a couple years."

Master was jumping out of the window. I gawked and jumped up and rush to the window. "Wait! What were you doing here in the first place, master!?" I shouted furiously.

"Checking to see if you died, twerp."

"No you weren't!"

"Well I can't stay here any longer. If Nine sees me wandering around here, she'll kill me."

"Only if you show up to her!"

"Later brat."

I leaned further out. Master was walking away. "You're not going to waste any money, are you?" I called.

"I'm going to France. Quit being nosy and go to bed."

Then, he left. I sighed angrily and began to place my things away. That geezer must be here just to steal some cash that I stored away. He's as worse as Satan himself! After I finished putting everything away, I looked at the clock. It was around 10:30. I quickly grabbed my Bible and walked over to the church.

The weirdest thing happened ever. As I walked over to my church, there were people staring at me. At first, it didn't matter, I just ignored it. But then I strangely felt self-conscious. I never felt self-conscious before. I had to walk even faster when I was coming out of my church.

When I came back, I fell onto the couch. "Hey brat, don't you have any mustard here?"

I jolted, then looked up. Master was carrying a sandwich that I made for myself. He already took a bite of it. I held back a groan, but it escaped by a little.

"Master! I thought you were going to France!" I cried.

"I was, but that's when I found out you didn't have enough money on you. So I'll be staying here until you do."

I frowned. "How much do you need?"

"About $9,400,000."

I gawked. "W-why that much?" I rasped.

"Because I'll be needing it for wine, brat. And that I'll need some for the debts that I got. Hey, isn't paying debts your job, brat?"

I palmed my face. "Master, how am I going to live on for food, water, and shelter? I'm going to need to pay for the water and electric bills, you know." I exclaimed.

He blew out a puff of smoke lazily, and pressed the butt of the cigar into the sofa. I hesitated at that. "Well then, I guess I'll be looking for a job then,"

My mouth dropped. Timcampy, surprisingly, was able to understand this and fell to the ground. "Y-y-you…and a job?" I incredulously shouted.

Master raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, unless you rather me not to."

I shook my head vigorously. "No! No! I was just…surprised. I mean, you never worked before." I mumbled.

He snorted. "Girl, I've been working all my life. You were just too stupid to know."

Yeah, working on seducing poor and dumb women, then borrowing their money and never pay them back. "So where am I gonna sleep?" he suddenly said.

I paused. "Oh, well I guess the couch."

He frowned. "You making me sleep on that hard thing even though I'm a guest, brat? You out of your league?"

"Unless you want to sleep on my bed, go ahead." I sarcastically mumbled.

"Better than the couch."

My eyes widened. I gaped at him, then I jumped up. "What?! You can't do that! Where am I going to sleep?"

"The couch."

"No! You're not sleeping on my bed!"

"You trying to piss me, brat?"

I stepped back; I was intimidated from his face that was darkening. I gulped. "N-no, sir."

"Good." Then he continued to smoke.

"But I'm not sleeping on the couch!" I yelled.

"Then sleep on the floor."

"No! I'll have school tomorrow! And I know you would like to sleep in. you wouldn't want me to barge in loudly and start dressing loudly as you sleep. I might have to search for my clothes loudly too."

He scowled. "Fine, but only if you buy another bed for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, and how on earth am I able to buy a bed when you're wasting all of the money?" I retorted sarcastically.

"Simple, just use the money that you use for food. I'm sure you'll be able to live on without food for a couple of months."

I sighed, "Master, I hate your guts." I muttered monotonously.

"Brat, I need money. Now don't you need to go to work or something?"

"No, I have a break off. Jerry's giving me a short vacation."

"For how long?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, until he calls me?"

"But you don't own a cellphone."

"Then he can call me from the house phone!"

"What if you're off at school?"

I frowned. "Then why won't you pick up the bloody phone!? You can't be that ignorant, could you?" I barked.

He glared at me. "Watch your mouth, brat."

I rubbed my forehead and sighed. This is going to be like living in hell. God, when I need You, can You send me an angel or something? Just to get this man out of my household. I don't care if he's the one who raised me, I just want this bum out.

This even happened to me when I was in 7th grade when I had to do everything by myself. Then when master showed up randomly, he nearly ate everything out of the house and then left. He even took all my money that I have been saving to buy a new vacuum cleaner!

I didn't even eat properly too. I just ate 3 dishes for breakfast, 2 since Jerry wasn't my cafeteria cook that time, and just a burger for every dinner for 2 whole months. I nearly would have died! Do you realize how little I ate!? Well, okay, that might be a lot for some people, but for me it's like eating just a half crust of bread everyday!

"Hey, here's an idea, why not seduce some lady and live in her house instead of mine!" I shouted.

"I tried that, then later I found out she was dating another man."

"Then find one that's single."

"I don't really trust women too well ever since that coincidence. So I'm going to live with you for now on."

I hung my head and sulked. This is hell.

"And since you're too stubborn to let me sleep on your bed, I'm going to sleep with you."

I sulked even more.

"There's no fucking way I'd sleep on that piece of junk," he commented.

"The couch is comfortable enough." I retorted.

"Then you sleep on it."

"No!"

"Why not?"

I sighed. "Because by the time you go away, my bed will reek of cigars and I'll have my room covered with cigar butts." I grumbled.

"So you gonna sleep with me or not?"

"Never! Get out of here you Neanderthal!"

I ended up having master sleeping in the same room as me, no, in the same bed. I wouldn't get any ideas from him since all he does is treat me dirt. He would only see ladies with a nice figure romantically. The look in his eyes when he sees me says "That brat better not waste any of my precious money, I'm running low."

I wore my pajamas: a loose purple shirt and blue shorts. I brushed my teeth. When I finished, I walked into my room. Master was lounging on my bed, smoking. He wore a black long sleeved shirt and his boxers. I frowned.

"Can you stop smoking? I won't be able to sleep well tonight." I muttered.

"Can you stop whining? I won't be able to sleep well tonight."

I groaned and dragged my feet out the doorway.

"Where you going brat?" master asked.

"To the couch. It's obvious that I won't be able to survive sleeping with you. I'd rather have my bed filthy."

Before I could make it out, I felt a strong hand grip onto my wrist. I gasped when it dragged me into a chest that was radiating with heat.

"What are you doing master?" I grumbled.

I tried to squirm, but his arms caged me. "Shut it, brat. I'm tired and hot. Even after that cold shower didn't make me erase the memories from that time in the Sahara Desert."

I frowned. "Wouldn't hugging me make you even more hotter?"

"Brat, you're so cold that I think you might even survive in a tundra."

"Do you even know what that is?"

"Shut up and go to sleep," master whispered.

I heard him breathing softly. I sighed and stretched my arm to turn off the light. When it was completely dark, I closed my eyes and tried to drift into sleep. But how can I if there was a 29-year-old man press tightly against me?

(A/N: I know that's not really Cross's real age, but I didn't want to make him too middle aged.)

I touched my arm. I didn't feel that cold. Compared to master, I was, but I think he has abnormal body temperature. Anyway, could he have not had a change of mind ever since he saw my transformation? Not that I'm upset about it, in fact, I'm overjoyed. If master spots the perfect victim, he'll make his kill, and makes sure he'll gets it.

I even saw him oppose to a girl that was probably 10 years younger than he was. I think he's half pedophile. That's ridiculous and disgusting. It's like if he liked me, then it would be the exact same thing when a 14-year-old would be crushing on a new born. Or a 20-year-old with a 6-year-old.

(A/N: This is Allen's POV, not mine. Sue her and not me please.)

Soon, I was able to sleep. I knew that Tim was sleeping on the couch. That's weird since no one would want to sleep on the couch. When I woke up, I couldn't get up since master's grip was fastened tightly around my waist. I frowned and poked his cheek.

He smirked pervertedly, "Ooh, Veronica," he cooed.

I pretended to gag and sighed. The geezer must be sleep talking. Then he started to talk some more which made me at the verge of puking. I punched his cheekbone hard enough to make him sit up, startled. I tumbled off the bed and groaned in pain.

I saw master glaring at me. "Brat, why'd you wake me up?"

"Because you were holding onto me and I couldn't get out!" I protested. "Now I have to get ready for school."

I still haven't had my registration papers turned in, so I still had to go to my old school. Which reminds me, how will people react when they see me? And how will my friends react? Debitto was flushing the whole time when he saw my face, so I guess he'll flush…Jasdero would stare at me, and I know how Rhode is going to be like. But what about Daisya? I was afraid how he'll act.

I stood up and went to the bathroom. I backed away in shock. My face was back to normal! Inwardly, I screamed for joy! Rhode's facemask must have worn out. But didn't she say that I'd look like my beautiful self until I hit the age of 52 or something? Whatever, at least I'm back to normal.

Oh shoot, which means Lavi won't leave me alone now. Great. I headed out the door after breakfast, then leaving a plate for master until he wakes up again. I wore baggy jeans and a shirt that had a cartoon pig imprinted on it.

"Ally! I'm sorry! I read the description wrong and I wasn't able to make you beautiful until you age to 76!" Rhode cried. She hugged me tightly.

"Wait, didn't you say until I'm 54?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I dunno, I didn't read the description, remember?"

I sighed and went to my locker. Then the gift from the heavens fell when I opened my locker.

"My hat! But how?" I said. I picked up the old thing and tucked it on my head. It felt so good to have it back! I felt a rush of comfort and happiness.

"Debby decided to give it back to you."

I turned to Rhode with shock written across my face. She giggled. "H-he did?"

"Yup! I don't know why, but he just did."

During the whole time, Debitto avoided me. I'm sure that Rhode told the twins that I'm back to normal. Jasdero kept groping me, which was strange because he would never touch me. Daisya laughed when he heard that I became pretty. Rhode was ticked off that she said, "Fuck off Daisy."

Then Daisya shouted, "DON'T CALL ME THAT! IT'S DAISYA! NOT DAISY!"

The two quarreled till there was no tomorrow, or until the bell rang.

Later, when I went to work, Miranda noticed that I had my hat back. So did every other worker in Starbucks. They asked me how did I get it back, but I told them that I didn't know. It was true, I don't know why Debitto decided to give it back to me or how did he put it into my locker. I felt a surge of happiness and sadness. I don't know why I'm sad, I just feel guilty about something.

I shook away the feeling and decided to get to work. After working for about 35 minutes, the devil came. And it wasn't Kanda.

"Ashley? Don't you usually come on Saturdays?" I monotonously asked.

She flipped her hair. "I do, but I decided to come with my boyfriend."

I paled. Oh no…

"Hey Allen." Lavi cheerfully greeted. That same grin plastered on his face. For some reason, I felt happy that he was here. Then I felt bad when I thought about getting rid of him. What's wrong with me? First I felt bad about Debitto, then I feel happy when I see Lavi!? I think I'm going mental. A disorder?

"So, what do you want?" I asked dully.

Ashley continued to flip her hair and bat her eyelashes at Lavi. "I'll have a caramel mocha with whip cream."

"And you?" I turned to Lavi.

"I'll have nothing, thanks," he said, returning a warm smile.

I felt a surge of heat in my stomach. Am I getting gas? I never felt like this before. I mentally slapped myself and told them the price. After they paid, I told Miranda the orders. When I returned to my shift, Ashley was gone.

"Where's that slut?" I asked.

"In the bathroom, probably putting on makeup even though her face is caked with it,"

I rolled my eyes. "How long are you planning to date her?"

He grinned. "Why? Jealous?"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh yes, I am so very jealous." I sarcastically mutter.

He sighed and leaned against the counter. "I don't know. I mean, I don't like her, but you know why I'm dating that chick."

"Because you think that I'll become jealous, but that will never work. I'm not exactly the type of person who would crack easily," I said in one breath.

He chuckled. "I know. But you interest me."

His sparkling green eyes met my dull gray ones. How could someone so handsome like someone like me? I always push him away, but he just keeps following me with that same eager look on his face. He's kind, gentle, and smart. He's an athlete, and everything a girl could ask for. But I'm not ready for those types of relationships. I don't even want to have one. I'm not ready to grow up and have my hormones start spewing out.

I wished that boys would still think girls have cooties and stay away from them. And girls would think that boys are gross. Then I would be the only girl who would be accepted by the boys because I would be cool enough and tough enough. I know it's childish, but aren't I still a child?

I sighed and looked away. "You're a weirdo. Liking someone like me." I muttered. "Why? Is it because I'm not like most girls? I'm probably the only girl who doesn't fall for you?"

He smiled. "No, everything about you just dazzle me," he whispered.

I felt my stomach flip. It was getting warm. I think I'm going to puke. Then Miranda called me to pick up the orders. Just in time! I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed Ashley's coffee, then headed back.

Okay, I don't really know how to put this into detail, so I'll make a long story short. Ashley came back with makeup just drizzled all over her face. I handed her the coffee, which was absolutely perfect. If I favored coffee, I would have gladly gulped it all down. But Ashley is evil so she told Lavi, "Watch this."

She poured the cup all over my head. The good thing was that it wasn't hot, but cold coffee. I tried my best to not beat the crap out of her. But the more I held, the angrier I got. The workers were about to lunge forward in case if I go berserk again. Strangely, my pressure was so high that it made me too tired to do anything.

It was actually funny really. The workers collapsed and shouted that I was a freak and a jerk, not the kind of way that would hurt my feelings. I would have laughed, but Ashley poured coffee on me, so I wasn't able to.

Lavi looked shocked, shouted at Ashley, and broke up with her. Ashley looked so shocked and upset that she blamed everything on me and ran away.

Lavi looked at me with a concern look. "I'm so sorry Allen, I don't know what has gotten into her. It's a good thing that I broke up with her. Man, that girl has been giving me a pain."

I took off my cap and shook it off, causing it to splatter all over Lavi. He raised his hands over him and laughed. "It's okay, she always does that every Saturday."

His eyes widened. "What? Really?"

"Yeah. She just loves doing this to me."

"Man…that girl is seriously messed up."

I shook my head. "I don't think it's her fault. I mean, she could have had a bad past or something."

"You're defending her?" Lavi said incredulously.

I shrugged. "I don't like it when there's someone called a villain just because he or she mistreats someone. It's not right. If we think of her that way, Ashley would become more corrupted. She'll feel even worse, and then she'll lose her control. But not that she's doing it on purpose, but the urge of blaming someone is strong."

Lavi stared at me longingly. "Wow, are you some kind of therapist or what?"

I rolled my eyes. "Get out, Bookman."

Jerry came and handed me another uniform. When I came home, the place reeked of cigars; I tried my best not to hurl. I saw master with some lady cuddling him on the couch. I frowned and demanded what he was doing.

"Having a break. Jeez, what are you, my mother?" he slurred. He was drunk with wine.

I frowned even more. "Okay, I don't care if you're my guardian or not. I won't tolerate you smoking in the house, got that? And you cannot bring strangers here. I don't care if she's a friend of yours; I don't know her, so she's a stranger. And you're even drunk!" I exclaimed.

He waved his hand lazily and told me to chill. I felt my temper rise. I grabbed the lady's wrist and dragged her out the door. She was dizzy; she might have been drunk as well. Though it might be bad if I leave her out while drunk, she might strip in public. I sighed and seated her on the couch. She immediately slept. I'm such a saint.

Master was snoring also. I cleaned up the mess. I took master's cigar box and put it on the shelves for safekeeping. Then I pulled his arm with all my might; I slung his arm around my shoulder and carried him to bed. I took his shoes off, as well as his hat, and tucked him in.

"You're too much." I grumbled. Timcampy flew over to my shoulder and nipped my ear. I went to the fridge and found the food all gone.

I sighed. I hate having master coming home.