another chapter redo, i've made it longer but funnier and there's more of komui in this one, plus some info about the science divison it's self.

ADB says: DOSN"T OWN!

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Komui jumped up excitedly from his desk and straightened his hat.
He sat down.
He jumped up, strode two paces towards the door then turned and sat in his chair again. Tapping his fingers against his desk in a funny kind of drum roll, he spun his leather office chair around multiple times squealing out "WHEEE" as he did so, sounding like a sugar hyped kid on crack. His fluffy duck slippers were flung to the opposite ends of the room. He ran over to get them and then flung his self bodily into his chair. Pulling faces for a second, he gave a manic grin that plastered itself all over his face and he jumped up again; too energized to sit, and ran to the window. He was halfway there when he spun on his heel, did a small twirl and then flung himself back onto his chair again. Needless to say, he was on a coffee withdrawal.

Bouncing up and down in his chair for a bit, he gave a large moan and slumped on his desk, beret flopping over his forehead. He blew at a few stray stands of hair and crossed his eyes. He had been stuck in his office for 1 hour 10 minutes 26 seconds and 23-4-5-6-7 milliseconds without coffee and could feel his sanity slipping with every silent tick of his black wall clock.
This was not good. He could not work without coffee. He could not manage without his coffee. Komui, in short, needed his coffee. He stared into space; pondering on the dilemma of the missing coffee, and how he could obtain said item.

Idly pressing the intercom button for his secretary, he heard only the busy shuffling of paper and muted click of a hundred-word-a-minute secretary at work who was typing with one hand. He had never worked out how they could do that but- COFFEEEeeee.
The little Komuis' in his brain screamed for coffee, they screeched for coffee, there was no time to get his secretary to get him coffee, the only way to get it would be to go there himself and get his coffee. It also had the added advantage of escaping from his office and the paper that decorated the room in teetering piles and the occasional white-out as, every so often, a paper pile would collapse. His manic smile was replaced by a sly look as he slid his eyes around the room. It would be difficult, but he would complete his mission, avoiding death, work and insanity all at once.

He slithered off his chair and slunk to the door.
He reached out for the handle and snuck a finger on it.
"KOMUI, GET BACK TO YOUR DESK! YOUSE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS ROOM!" The thick Australian accent came booming out of the intercom on Komui's desk and a screech and a cracking noise.

Komui froze. Shit. Reever. Damn. Casting his eyes around, he sought desperately for an excuse. "I am at my desk Reever. I'm, uh, looking at some papers." He called loudly. That'll fool him. He can't complain about that. Eheheh. Komui restrained a chuckle at his genius; He always had the best excuses.

"DON'T BULLSHIT ME KOMUI. YOU HAVE YOUR INDEX FINGER ON THE HANDLE OF THE DOOR."

Komui squeaked. "How did you kno- uh, I mean, no I don't." Komui inched another finger onto the handle.

"I JUST TOLD YOU NOT TO BULLSHIT ME KOMUI. AND GET YOUR FINGERS OFF THE HANDLE! NOW GET BACK TO THAT DESK"

Komui's shoulders slumped in defeat. "How did you know?"

Raucous galah laughter exploded from the intercom. "YOU ALWAYS USE 'LOOKING AT SOME PAPERS' WHEN YOU LIE ABOUT THESE THINGS, EVEN IF I'M NOT AS SMART AS YOU ASIANS. 'SIDES, I HAVE EYES."

This made sense to Komui. He figured that he should probably start using 'reviewing some statistics' reasonably soon. Damn Reever for being so smart and for having eyes. Wait. What the hell? Eyes? Komui glanced up at a corner of the room, and, sure enough a tiny camera winked back at him. That fucking Australian. Mentally cursing the man back to the land of down under, tears sprang to his eyes and he cried, "You installed a camera in my office!"

"YEP, I AM CURRENTLY ZOOMING IN ON YOUR LEFT NOSTORIL. NOW THE RIGHT. YOU DO HAVE A LOT OF NOSE HAIR. NOW YOUR RIGHT EAR. NOW YOUR MOUTH. HOLY SHIT! THEY LOOK SO SOFT! DO VASALINE THEM OR SOMTHING?" Reever sounded unsuitably happy. The man had installed a camera in his office for crying out loud! He should sound at least a little ashamed of himself.
Komui was slightly uncomfortable with Reever commentating on his face, "It's called chapstick. Vaseline tastes funny. And it doesn't smell nice." He muttered.

There was a silence on the line and Komui hoped that he had stunned the Auzzie with his come-back and then, more laughter. "YOU USE CHAPSTICK? THAT'S CLASSIC! I THOUGHT ONLY WOMAN USED CHAPSTICK."

Komui scowled. "Yeah well, whatever. Get back to work."

"GET BACK TO YOU DESK"

"Only if you get back to work."

"GET BACK TO YOUR DESK KOMUI"

The injustice of it all shocked Komui, "But I need coffee, like, like Cross needs woman and alcohol! I cannot work without it!" He whined.

Reever was unmoved. "AND YOU CAN'T WORK WITH IT EITHER."

Komui opened his mouth to protest his innocence when Reever interrupted him, "I KNOW YOU KOMUI. DON'T EVEN TRY TO PROTEST YOUR INNOCENCE," there was a pause and then Reever spoke again, softer this time. "I'll get you your coffee Komui, your secretary will bring it in for you, NOW GET BACK TO YOUR DESK!"

There was a click and the booming voice of Reever disappeared from the room. Gods fucking Australian, a hidden camera damn it. Komui sighed and sloped back to his chair before slumping on the desk. "Cofffeeeee." He whined once more before spinning his chair to look out the window, deciding to count birds to pass the time. Although his window spanned the entire wall behind his desk and reached from ceiling to floor; only a small gap of window could actually be seen, the rest was hidden behind letters and paper and coffee mugs that still had to be filed. All the same, he could still look out it and so began to count the things outside his window to pass the time.
One pigeon.
Two pigeons.
Three pigeons.
Three pigeons and one hawk.
Two pigeons, one hawk, one dead pigeon.
Two pigeons and one fat hawk.
Two pigeons, one fat hawk and one helicopter with two twins with sewn together lips fighting over the controls.
One helicopter with two twins with sewn together lips fighting over the controls and one very big heap of floating feathers.
One helicopter with two twins with sewn together lips fighting over the controls and crashing into a building.
Boring!
"Urrghhh... I need some coffee. Bad." Komui turned to look at his office. Or an escape route or a gun. He thought to himself.
There was a slight knock on the door and Komui quickly sat up and attempted to look busy. "Come in!" he called, fumbling with some papers. This must be his promised coffee. There was a light creak and his secretary stepped into his office with a large silver tureen, more suited for a fancy soup party than his paper imploded office. It was to his credit that he managed to avoid sobbing and instead only looked bewildered instead.

The secretary noticed his confused look at the silver tureen she was holding and placed it on his desk. "Coffee." she explained with a cautious smile – she was new to this job and was still to get used to the odd ways of her new boss, and his even odder reactions. She had been desperate for money and the job paid relatively well for the work that she did. It was legal too, which was a bonus.

Komui was incredulous, and more than slightly shocked. He knew he had been desperate, but this? "They gave me that much coffee?"

Instantly the secretary was worried. "Is it too much? Should I take it away?"

Komui took one look at his in tray, and then reached for the coffee tureen blinking away tears of happiness. "No, no!" He cried, "It is just what I wanted. Thank you SO MUCH!"

The woman blinked, taken aback by her boss's enthusiastic reaction. Still, she recovered gamely. "Um, o-okay. Uh, here is the ladle and - your sister said that the shot glass with 'Man whore' on it was your favourite glass - but I was a bit unsure and I asked the cook and he said to give you this mug instead." She unhooked the ladle hanging from her arm and the soup mug off it, giving it to her boss with an apprehensive look.

Komui ignored what she had been saying about shot glasses and men-prostitutes, instead choosing to focus on the coffee, the ladle and the soup mug. The soup mug had 'World's greatest brother' written on it in large writing and was, in fact, his actual favourite mug. He gave a sigh of bliss.
"You even brought my special mug! Thank you! You get a pay rise, and I get a pay rise to pay for your pay rise!" Komui happily poured himself a ladle of coffee into his special mug and took a huge gulp; Burning his throat and tongue beyond eating capability but still worth it for the caffeine.

"Thank you sir?" She asked, unsure.

"No problem!" said Komui brightly, taking another large gulp of coffee, "You can go now."

The secretary backed out of the room quickly, already vowing to find a normal job. Which boss in the world would give themselves a pay rise to pay for another person's pay rise? And that was just for giving the boss a tureen of coffee and his favourite mug. Yes, she decided, definitely time to find a normal job in a normal place. Perhaps the Mafia were hiring?

Unbeknownst to his secretary's 'time to find a normal job' thought, Komui was happily drinking his coffee.

And then his intercom clicked.

"Yo! Komui!"

Komui banged his head on his desk, carefully avoiding both coffee and his hat. "Yes Lavi?" he said, resigned to the fate of talking to the red head.

"I've a just finished my mission, coming to H.Q now."

"Wonderful," muttered Komui dryly, coffee having restored his sanity, "is The Bookman there?"

"Yeah Panda's here, Yeah, Why? Do you wanna speak with him?" There was a yelp on the line as Lavi was hit on the head by the offended Bookman; it was widely known that he hated to be called anything other than Bookman or The Bookman.

"No I just want to make sure that he is still there and not dead or doing a Cross." Actually Bookman unnerved Komui, his weathered craggy face; eyes that actually looked like a panda and personality were something that you did not want to cross.

"Doing a cross? Oh yeah, right, Cross. Nah, Panda's here." There was another yelp and a thump, the muted words of 'Stupid apprentice. Don't call me that' could vaguely be heard on the other end of the line.

"Great." Said Komui without meaning it, "Anyway, when you get up here, can you come to my office; I need to talk to you about a couple of issues with your last mission, okay?"

"Great? Why great? Nah, never mind, anyway just getting into the lift at the moment, see ya's MuiMui!"

The intercom clicked off leaving Komui with a question and no answer, it went something along the lines of this; what type of nickname was MuiMui?

Komui sighed and rubbed his temples with his hands. Lavi was coming back, he had barely taken any time finishing mission and Komui was running out of ways to keep that damn boy away from his darling-

The intercom clicked again and Komui almost thumped his head on the desk again, until he heard the voice of the person on the other end.

"Brother! Are you there? It's me!" the incomparably bight a cheery tone of his beloved, darling sister floated like a sweet little bluebird from the intercom.

"Lenalee!" Komui lunged for the intercom and curled himself around it. "Of course I am here. Reever has practically got me under lock and key, he installed a camera in my office!" Komui let hurt and injustice colour his voice and managed to sound incredibly pathetic for a twenty-six year old man.

"That's lovely! I was just inquiring into whether you received you coffee!" Lenalee was unmoved by the (in) Justice committed by Reever and instead seemed focused on the caffeine habits of her brother.

"You were inquiring into my coffee and not how I am?" Komui was hurt by the indifferent way that he was being treated by his sister. He had no idea what he had done to upset her. All he had done was keep her away from the future rapists that were men. These men included Kanda and Lavi in particular. Not so much Kanda for all that he was straight but, Lavi. That rabbit Lavi who was somehow eluding Komui's every effort to keep him away from his darling, precious sister that was Lenalee.

"Yes! Yes I am inquiring into your coffee, brother, did you get it?" She said brightly.

"I got the tureen full of coffee and the ladle and the mug." Komui was now staring unhappily at the tureen full of hot coffee.

There was silence and then Lenalee spoke again, but she didn't sound bright, or cheery, or anything remotely resembling a bluebird. In fact she sounded quite flat, almost disbelieving. "A tureen. They gave you a tureen full of coffee."

"Yes, why? Did you ask for something different?" Komui was confused, and let it show in his voice.

But it seemed Lenalee wasn't listening to her beloved brother. "I knew it. I knew that she wouldn't do what I said. I told that bit- idiotic secretary about what to give you but, nooo, she couldn't just do what I told her to and instead had to give you fuc-freaking tureen of coffee and a soup mug and it seems that NO ONE can do what they're told to around here and always have just got to not follow orders and just have to go get another fucking opinion! God. I have to do every. Fecking. Thing. Myself! "The words were delivered without little feeling and Komui winced at the sharpness of her words and at the tone of her voice, but most of all he was appalled by her use of language and send back a shocked reprimand.

"Lenalee! Language! That is terrible grammar! Run on sentences and everything!"

'Does it sound like I flecking care about fucking grammar to you!' she screamed, there was no hint of her usual sweet tone, in fact she sounded like a fishwife - screechy, annoying and all together intimidating; the desired effect.

"Oh, o-okay." Even to Komui his voice sounded small.

"Humph, whatever. Bye"

"No! Wait, Lenalee, wait." Komui cried, he had suddenly remembered that Lavi was coming up to H.Q and there was always the chance that The Bookman had gone straight to his room. This meant that Lavi and Lenalee might meet with no one around to chaperone them. Komui could not bear to think of what might occur if that happened.

"What?" said Lenalee aggressively.

"Um, uh, well, you see" gabbled Komui floundering for words.

"What is it Komui?" Lenalee suspicions were evident in her tone.

"Um, uh, I need advice on how to go about give a pay rise without lowering my wage." Komui of course already knew how to get about this, but for the purposes of keeping Lavi away from Lenalee, he would lie to his most beloved sister.
His darling sister made a disgusted sound, "I'm sure that even some one as stupid as you can fucking work it out on your own, Huh? What do you need me for? Later. I'm going out shopping, dickwad."

Komui let a frown cross his face, as much as he loved his sister, he felt that she was crossing the line. "Lenalee..." he warned, "I would like to think that as your brother I would let you get away with anything, but as your superior and head of the science division I cannot allow you to talk to me in that way and may I remind you that this is not your day off and so therefore I cannot allow you to go shopping until you are off duty. Please come and see me in my office. Now Lenalee; this is not a request, it is an order."

Lenalee growled. "Fine, whatever, I'm coming over."

And the intercom clicked off.

Komui sunk his head into his hands, rubbing his temples. He had no idea about what had caused Lenalee to become like this, but it was slightly upsetting him. Giving a sigh he reached for his coffee and the first of the papers in his in tray. He should at least make some sort of start. He had just found his pen when the intercom clicked again. Komui was beginning to think that he should disconnect the damn thing.

"Komui?" The nasal tones of the receptionist grated on his ears and he grunted a reply.
"You there?" Obviously his non verbal communication has not enough for her and he had to reply with a reluctant "Yes. How can I help you?"
"Yeah, anyways, I have, Like, an Allen Walker here. He says that Cross Marian sent him,"
Komui frowned, Cross? Cross had an apprentice? Really? He began flipping through his in-tray looking for a letter that Cross sent him; Komui had a feeling that Cross had. "He's not dead is he? I'm mean, he is human?" asked Komui, grinning triumphantly as he found a letter labelled; To Komui, with love, from Cross. Flipping it open he scanned the contents quickly, raising his eyebrow in surprise; Cross had sent Timcanpy with his apprentice, he had never known Cross to let Timcanpy go with anyone other than himself. The receptionist was still talking. "Oh. Nope, he is definitely human. Looks about, huh? What?"
"How do you know for sure that he his Cross's apprentice? Has he got Timcanpy?" he interrupted, knowing that the woman would just keep talking.
"He's got a mutt with a white cross on its face so Cross certainly sent him."
"Good. Can you get Reever to find a room for him, by what I know of Cross we have probably got a new employee." Asked Komui idly filling his mug with more coffee.
"Oh, okay. Yeah, Sure, Whatever, I'll get on it." There was another click and woman, and her voice, mercifully gone.

Rubbing his still painfully shrieking ears, Komui slumped in his chair, chugging coffee as if it was vodka. This just wasn't his day, but a glimmer of hope ran before his eyes, This Allen Walker was his escape route, his life belt, the person who would whisk Komui away from his office and live happily ever after until Reever started screaming at him, and or started installing security cameras just to keep an eye on him. But... someone to take Allen Walker... yess. Thought Komui, that should do it, he would be perfect.
Chuckling evilly, he reached over to his intercom, and let his fingers fly, running over buttons call up the name of, Kanda...

~ Twelve minutes later~

"You said you wanted to see me?" Lenalee stood before Komui's desk with her arms folded and a glare in her eye, her skirt was so short as to be almost nonexistent and an expanse of white skin showed above the top of her black thigh high boots. Komui would wince, but that would only piss his lovely sister off further. He flicked his eyes to her tightly folded arms and let out a breath he didn't even know he held, no clipboard, thank god. He thought and then smiled bashfully in what he hoped was a cute way. "Yes. Yes I did want to see you, about a pay rise solution, but I've worked it out, like you said." Komui spread his hands in a disarmed gesture. Lenalee was not impressed.
"So I can go now?" she said, shifting her weight to her other leg and tapping her foot impatiently.
Komui blinked at her, just what had he done wrong? Lenalee rolled her eyes, "What do you want, Brother?" she said as she inspected her fingernails and any spot of dirt she had left in them.

Komui sighed; it was time to get serious. "Lenalee, I need to talk to you, please take a seat." Placing his coffee cup aside, he steepled his fingers and looked over them at his sister.

"Alright, what is it?" Lenalee plonked herself in a chair and slouched. Her legs crossed and outstretched before her, the picture of teenage boredom, arms half folded and one finger tapping on her thigh.

"Lenalee sit up straight! That is an appalling posture!" Komui couldn't help himself and ended up sounding like a school mistress or the woman from the June Dally Watkins course; rather uptight with something stiff shoved up his arse. And no, it was not part of a man's anatomy.

Lenalee glared at him and swung herself into a picture perfect I'm a little school girl position. Back straight, feet and knees together, hands clasped neatly before her and a bright smile plastered on her face.
"Happy now?" the bright smile looked odd compared to her venomous tone. She batted her eyelashes at her brother then swung back into her previous position.

Komui sighed and closed his eyes in resignation. His sister used to be so cute, what happened?
"Thank you Lenalee. Now as I was saying -" Komui broke off suddenly, as his office door flew open and the only person capable of such exuberance bounded onto his office.

"Yo! Komui!"

"Lavi." Said Komui in resignation and rubbed his temples feeling a headache approaching, he then poured himself another mug of coffee, something that he felt the situation warranted. He thus failed to notice the way Lenalee immediately sat up a little straighter and subtly shifted her skirt so it sat slightly higher on her thighs. She then smiled vibrantly at her friend and fellow employee.

"Lavi, hi! Take a seat!" her voice once again fluttered like a bluebird, trilling to the tall, energetic, eighteen year old.
Lavi grinned at her, his single gleaming green eye and black eye patch gave him a rakish look, something only extenuated by his messy flame red hair and the bandanna that barely contained it.
"Sup Lenalee?" he took the chair next to her and leaned back in it in a relaxed manner. Komui wanted to glare; for all his efforts Lavi was somehow always able to be in the same room as his little sister, but at least he was able to chaperone her. He steeled his voice into a modicum of pleasantness.

"Ah. Lavi, what did you need me for?"

Lavi gave a shrug, "I've got no idea, you said you wanted to see me about some details concerning my last mission and here I am all," Lavi glanced down at himself, "neat and shiny." He gave a grin at the irony.
Komui's eyes brightened with remembrance.
"Ah, yes, do you know what caused the irregularity, and the reason why it took you less than a week to return from what should have been a month long mission."

Lavi gave a grin, a spark of 'mischief managed' lighting his eye. "Yeahhhhh... about that, the noises that they were hearing was just the heating gone wrong; nothing a few whacks of my hammer couldn't sort out and the chick decided that she really didn't need protection after all, said something about 'anything, or any one is better than you!' me 'n Panda decided that meant our bit was over."

Komui frowned distractedly, his mind chewing over the garbled information Lavi had just given him. "Are you sure that was a good idea Lavi? She had to be paranoid for a reason, no one would ask for our services for nothing, even if she decided that she was better off without you."
Lavi gave an easy shrug, "It 'aint really well known, but the lady did take drugs when she was younger, been diagnosed with extreme paranoia and has had delusions before; it's been hushed up by practically everybody - 'specially the head honcho. But Me 'n Panda sent a seeker to watch over her in case there's some sorta truth to it."
Komui nodded in approval. "Very good, Very good. But how did you know about the delusions, drug taking and paranoia, it's not really the sort of thing that a President wants people to know."

Lavi winked, or blinked at Komui (he couldn't really tell), and waved a hand in a casual manner. "Bookmen MuiMui, we're supposed to know – and it was on wiki-leaks. There's some serious crazy shit on there."

Komui gave a nod, ignoring the 'MuiMui' and the blatant swearing in an official report. "Alright, thank you Lavi, you may go now, Lenalee I will have to speak to you later; I'm expecting Kanda any second now with my escape rou, er, hemhem, our new employee."
Neither Lavi nor Lenalee moved, in fact Lenalee looked positively ecstatic. Komui couldn't help but feel this eyeball twitch. "Out please you two." He repeated in what was a suitably commanding voice.

Again no one moved and Komui wanted to scream; his escape route was nearly here which meant that he could get out of his office in the first time in what felt like hours, on the other hand, the kid was also an apprentice of Cross which could only mean that he was a womanising as the fucker which meant that Lenalee would never be safe around him and both Lavi and his precious sister weren't leaving!
Mental images of Cross's apprentice surfaced in his mind; a tall man with blond hair, blue eyes, wearing an expensive suit, packet of cigarettes in his pocket, a bottle of expensive red wine, a couple of loose woman hanging off him and his Lenalee being playboy-like mishandled while an ignored older brother was weeping in the background. NEVER!
Komui began to lament his fate, Oh why, oh why did Cross's apprentice have to come here!

And then his door slammed open.

Komui bashed his head against the desk and then chugged down his coffee as Kanda entered his office, his approaching headache turned into a migraine. The surly faced Japanese 19 year old strode in; coat flapping at his ankles and his long black hair pulled into a tight high ponytail swishing dramatically, a side effect not necessarily desired.
And he was alone.

Komui begged that his eyes were tricking him, what he needed was a glass of water, a packet of panadol and a gun; the water to dunk over his head, the panadol to throw at people and the gun to stroke. "Kanda, where is Allen Walker?"

"Hey Yuu!" grinned Lavi, "come and join us!", Lenalee smiled encouragingly while subtly sliding her skirt down so it looked like it was actually there. Kanda flicked his eyes towards the last remaining chair and gave a snort, choosing instead to lean on one wall of paper, on hand propped up on his knee, the other placed loosely on the handle of his katana.
He completely ignored Komui.

"Kanda, I repeat. DID YOU PICK HIM UP?" Komui leant forward on his desk, knuckles white with the force of his desperately clenched fists.

A disdainful 'che' and a glare was all the answer Komui got. "KANDA! Do you realise that he could be out getting numerous female members of The Order pregnant right as we SPEAK!"

"So, why should I fucking care" the flatness of Kanda's tone almost surprised Komui, instead he opted to throw his pencil at the man.
"If you did pick up Mr. Walker, Kanda, then where is he?"

Kanda shrugged uncaring."I don't know. His fucking problem if he was stupid enough to get fucking lost."

Mentally Komui screamed at the black haired Jap. That was his escape route and Kanda had just lost it. This was not a good day and no one seemed to care. Lavi as grinning and watching the show, Lenalee was cleaning her finger nails and Kanda had just lost Komui's escape route. Allen Walker was probably out getting drunk, filling Komui's nice clean corridors with smoke, getting woman knocked up and racking up debts rather than in Komui's office where he could be use- There was a knock on the door and a bark.

Every one turned to look.

A small gloved hand appeared around the door. This was then followed by a head of white hair as Allen peered around the door and into the room. He was met by four faces and a camera. Allen licked dry lips, he had fallen behind the Japanese man and it had taken him numerous tries to find the right place.

"Is this Komui's office?" he asked, ignoring the fact that Tim was wriggling through his legs as he spoke.

Komui poured himself the last of the coffee in relief. His escape route was here and not lost, no thanks to Kanda. And, even better, was not tall, blond, blue eyed, drunk, smoking, had woman on his arm and he even seemed polite. This did not hold with what he knew of Cross, but the boy had Timcanpy, so Cross must have sent him.
"You must be Allen Walker" he said, getting up from behind his desk and extending a hand towards Allen as the white haired teen came into the room, Tim collapsing onto the closest pile of papers.

"Yes, I'm Allen Walker. My master sent me here; he said that he would send a letter..." Allen trailed off looking quizzically at the beret wearing man.

"Yes I got Cross's letter. Funnily enough it had no return address." Komui returned to his desk and mentioned for Allen to take a seat where ever he could find it.

Allen smiled grimly. "That's Cross alright", his hands tightened momentarily on his sports bag strap and he choose the only available seat. "I doubt it had a stamp from the country we were in at the time either."

Komui nodded at Allen. "I should probably introduce you to the other people in this room, so I think I will. That red head over there is Lavi."

"Yo" said Lavi beamed at Allen madly, single eye gleaming.

"You have already met Kanda"

Kanda curled his lip in distain.

"And this beautiful young lady over here is my sister Lenalee"

"Hi" smiled Lenalee who had already pulled up her skirt and fluttered her fingers for good measure.

Allen returned their greetings politely while Timcanpy thumped the floor with his tail and grinned toothily.

"Now," Komui continued, "I am sure that you will get to know them better later on, but for now I need to talk to you about a particular person and various other things etc, etc, etc."

Allen nodded certain that this particular person would be Cross.

"Now, because some of the information I am about to tell you is quite sensitive, I need all of you, that is, Lavi, Kanda and Lenalee, to leave my office"

No one moved.

Lavi coughed.

Lenalee flicked her hair.

Komui glared.

Kanda glared back.

Lavi scratched his head and Lenalee rolled her eyes.

"Come on guys. I can always find out later." She sighed and got up out of her chair, grabbing Lavi's arm and pulled him along with her. Lavi protested loudly. She took no notice and Kanda followed with a sneer.

Komui sighed heavily; down to business. "Alright, you may know about us and you might not. But the main reason that I need to speak to you at the moment is about information about your master. Cross Marian." Komui adjusted his glasses and straightened his hat.

Allen held up a hand. "Before you go on, I would like to tell you that I have no idea where Cross is and the last time I saw him he was and I quote "whatever, don't fuck up or I will kill you." "But master, where will you go?" "A bar with a hookah and some decent whores." He then kicked me out of the house and onto a train. Oh, and he also gave me a letter. And the name of this city."

"Ah" said Komui, "May I have a look at it?" Allen passed it over wordlessly and Komui scanned it, "I guess that sorts that out then. As for the other matter..." Komui paused again and took a sip of coffee. "Okay, The Black Order Hotel is, the most famous of all the Millennium hotels, as you might well know. The science division is a part of it that's not well known by the general public. It's more what they call an 'urban legend' except for the fact we actually exist. The Earl, that is, the owner of the Millennium hotels, knows we exist; he didn't set us up, but he uses us sometimes, otherwise we don't have much to do with each other, despite the fact that we use his hotel as our 'H.Q' as such. We wage war daily against 'Akuma' or the demons of work. These are things like, being on hand as a body guards, being pest exterminators, waiters, cleaners, babysitters, entertainers for guests– generally just being on call at all times for everything. The work that we do can be divided into three sections, Scientists, Finders and Exorcists. Scientists develop tools to aid Finders and Exorcists, Finders aid Exorcists, and Exorcists have the starring role. The problem is, we never have enough Exorcists – some are not right, don't have the power or 'the innocence' as we call it. Finders we can get all the time but Exorcists, they're rare. Now if you choose to take up a job; you get room at the order, guest privileges, food and service. The pay is pretty good - It's $100 a day, regardless of whether you are on a 'mission' but, if you take up with us... it's basically for life."

"For life?" questioned Allen, frowning. The idea of being tied down to one job in one place frankly didn't appeal to him.

Komui grimaced, "Not really, you can leave if you want too, but as the ones who leave find it hard to get back on their feet, and most people find that this is a pretty yielding setup, so they stay on until they retire and we give them a retirement fund. They then live out in the country on the years of wages that they haven't spent. The other thing is; if you leave, we can't put it on your resume and we can't give you references either. If you leave, it's part of your contract that you cannot tell anyone about us. Truth be told Allen..." Komui spread his hands and shrugged. "If Cross went to the trouble of writing me a letter, that means he's pretty, whatever the word is, about you taking up a job here. He's also reasonably sure about the fact that you will be an Exorcist and not just a Finder. Cross is an Exorcist too, but he disappeared couple of years ago and we've only been getting scattered reports. About the job- it's your choice."

Allen frowned and gnawed his bottom lip thinking it over; the job didn't sound too bad, reasonably good pay but the bit about 'for life and no references didn't appeal to him until he realised that he could probably spent one night in a casino and be set for the next three months. Plus if things got too bad, he could just disappear. He's done it once before; but the thing that clinched it for him was the fact that his bones felt weighed down by a lethargy that went beyond normal tiredness; it would be nice to stay in one place if only for a little while.

'I'll take the job." He said, nodding firmly and holding out his hand for Komui to shake.
"Good man! Here, I'll give you a bit of a tour now, and explain some things on the way. My sister can show you around fully tomorrow once you aren't so wracked. You'll have to stay in the quest room tonight - yours won't be set up until tomorrow, may I ask what your favourite colour is? Are you okay with black?"

He got up eagerly and guided Allen to the door, shutting it firmly. He propelled Allen down the corridor and in the direction of the main common areas and dining hall. Komui had made his finally made his escape from his dreaded office.

Happy barks and yaps sounded from the office that they had just left behind and the secretary frowned worriedly at the paper explosions she could hear, but decided that it was probably dangerous and so should be ignored at all costs.

But the truth of the matter was this; they had shut Timcanpy in a room full of leather. There was going to be hell to pay once Komui got back.

know that this was really long, but thanks for reading it, i hope you enjoyed it and FEED BACK! Read and reveiw.

Thats how it works. next redo - water colour god.