Chapter 20.

May 1st, 1984.

Tuesday.

Allen wouldn't be arsed to get up early in the morning to shrub Cross's dishes anytime soon.

But considering that he was still on "probation"—as Cross deemed to title it—Allen couldn't exactly say no, now could he? As much as he would like to say "Stuff it" to his absurd and completely psychotic foster father, he was afraid to find that one day, his entire stuff had been pawned off.

Like his collection of mid-evil crosses, scythes, and other dangerous artifacts have been pawned off before they had moved to Chicago.

So he woke up early that morning at 6:30 A.M to do the dishes—which have been rapidly piling up in the corner of the kitchen for about a week straight—and that took him little over an hour, and after that, he then took out the garbage, swept and mopped the kitchen floors in under 20 minutes, then barely had enough time to get himself dressed and presentable for school that A.M.

And now that he was finally sitting in class, after being late for his first class that morning—which should be fun for him to explain to Cross as to why he had missed his first class—and he now there he sat inside his desk chair, head down on the table, asleep.

Drool was beginning to fall from the corner of his slightly agape mouth.

Lenalee looked over to the white-haired teenager, noticed that he was asleep, and kicked him in the shin with the toe of her black boot fairly hard.

And yet he didn't stir.

The bass player sighed heavily in annoyance and cradled her chin in her hand. He missed his first class, and he's asleep for his second. What a goober… She thought with a frown. If Komui finds out that Allen is falling behind in his classes, he won't let us have band practice inside the garage anymore...Totally bogus...She sighed heavily in frustration as she slapped a hand to her knee.

Biting her lip in worry, she whispers to herself. "Now what are we gonna do...?" Looking around the class room, she noticed that every student, was either sleeping, or wasn't even paying attention to what the teacher was instructing.

Leaning onto her desk, she props her elbows on the desk top deep in thought. Ever since we all got grounded, we were almost cut off from using the garage for band practice as punishment...Thank God Allen begged Cross to let us have band practice there...She thought with a small frown creasing her pretty facial features.

But then Komui had to go and be a prick and tell us that band practice is cut in half; wanting to at least have some form of punishment in our grounding. Leaving us with only two hours to practice all in all...She sighed heavily at the mere thought.

And what's even more warped, is that we have an up and coming gig this Thursday to go to...She scowled at the thought. To make it even more bunk...Is that I have curfew, same with Lavi and Allen...So basically, the only one that got off the hook is...She turned her attention towards Kanda then.

The guitar player sat all the way across the room, with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, with his head tilted back and his arms folded behind his head.

One of the students who was also asleep during class.

She frowned at the teen. You're lucky you have no one to look after you...She thought, slightly spiteful. But she had to sigh heavily at her immature behavior.

They were only looking out for us...She thought, thoughtful smile twitching across her face. But it's still completely bogus...Curfew's, study time, two hours for band practice...Being grounded...This all just totally sucks!

"Damn it!" She said aloud in frustration. Slapping both her hands over her mouth in surprise.

All the students, including Kanda, had to look up towards her in surprise. Having startled all of them out of their sleep.

Everyone but Allen.

Who was still sleeping, and giggling softly to himself in his sleep.

Lenalee smiled sheepishly at her audience and scratched her cheek meekly. "I'm sorry...?" She apologized uncertainly to the teacher.

Who was scowling at her, with her nose raised high in the air in offence. "You should be..." The old woman merely said, "tsking" Lenalee under her breath as she began her teaching duties once again.

Lenalee only rolled her eyes in passion and laid her head in her arms, which are now folded on the desk in front of her as a way for more head support and cushion. What are we going to do once the gig comes up? Are we still gonna go? Or are we gonna have to cancel because we're grounded...? She closed her eyes and whimpered lightly under her breath. I don't want to cancel because of this...It would seem so childish...

And soon after heavy deliberation, and after many minutes of over-thinking her troubles and all the possible situations; Lenalee too, was asleep in class.

"So...How is your morning starting out, hosers?" Lavi droned, lounging on the cafeteria bench.

And taking up one side of the bench, per usual. Shoving off Lavi's shoes from the bench was Kanda. Who soon plopped himself down with a slam of his food tray. "Bunk." The guitar player deadpanned, taking a shot out of his green tea.

Which he had poured for himself inside the teacher's lounge—when no one was around—and began sipping from his black and green thermos he clenched tightly in his hand, taking light sips.

After taking a shot from his green tea, the guitar player soon stared down at his cafeteria meal in disgust and poked at his questionable slice of unknown meat.

"The fuck is this shit?" The long-haired male mumbled to himself, taking a small amount of meat onto his fork and pulling it to his face to inspect it with a scowl.

Lavi grinned at the sight. And just as he was about to say something that could possibly lead to his death, Lenalee walked to the table with a tray full of food in her arms.

Food that was piled precariously high on top of an another and looked as though all the contents were about to spill over with one clumsy bump or misstep.

"Hey." She greeted, face pulled into a small frown as she sat down, pieces of mashed-potatoes falling from the side of the tray with the careless movement. "Allen will be here. He's talking to Komui." She announced, sighing heavily in frustration.

"What's your damage?" Kanda deadpanned, looking towards the red tray that's piled high with food.

"Just thinking about...Shit." Lenalee mumbled as she pursed her lip in displeasure. "Forgive my swearing." She sighed.

Lavi quirked an eyebrow. "Why's he talkin' to Komui?" He slurred. "Also...Why ya have so much food?" He asked, staring sardonically at the large mound of food piled high on one of the food trays.

She shrugged. "He's begging my brother to extend band practice time." She points to the tray beside hers. "And that's Allen's."

Lavi grinned, and took Allen's apple from his tray. "You think Komui will go for it?" He asked, taking a large bite out of the shining red fruit loudly.

"If Allen is good at begging," Lenalee stated, taking a small sip from her Coke. "But...I doubt my brother will even listen to him." She sighed in exasperation.

"Whatta drag..." Lavi groaned as he banged his head against the wooden bench.

Letting his apple roll out of his hands, which then rolls towards Kanda at the cafeteria table.

"How long you grounded for?" The drummer asked, flicking his green eye towards Lenalee.

Who tightly clenched the fork inside her hand and glared heatedly at the table. "Weeks, maybe even a whole month!" She hissed angrily, before taking a calming breath and cupping her face inside her hand. "And you?" She droned, eyes still narrowed in a glare.

Lavi shrugged. "Gramps never gave me a specific time. He just said that whenever he felt like it, I'll stop being grounded." He explained nonchalantly. Just as he was reaching for his apple, it's taken from his reach by Kanda.

Who took a large bite out of it, before handing it back to the red-head with a hidden smirk.

Lavi pouted at his friend, but bit into his apple anyways with a shrug. "But, I would say...A good month or two until I'm done being grounded. Give or take." He stated with another casual shrug before swallowing the apple bit inside his mouth. "My life is fucked as of now." He deadpanned.

Kanda snorted. "It was always fucked." He stated, chewing on the piece of apple inside his mouth.

"True." Lavi nodded. But then the red-head gave a long and tired sounding groan. "It's only been two entire fucking days and I'm bored as hell!" He whined. "Being grounded, fucking study time before each band practice, and then two whole hours of band practice after that?" Lavi groaned at merely mentioning their situation. "That's barely enough time to do anything...Tubular, my life is seriously, mentally, and unconditionally fucked." He said with a fake smile and sarcasm laced heavily in his tone.

Kanda merely scoffed. "Do something about it then." He simply stated. As though it was the most easiest thing to do.

Lavi raised an eyebrow at the suggestion anyways. "And how should I do that?"

"You're fucking 18-years-old, figure it out yourself skeezer." Kanda grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I can't give you all the answers to your fucking prayers."

Lavi smirked lazily at the guitarist and poked the long-haired teenager in his muscular arm. "Easy for you to say Yuu. You didn't even get grounded, betcha Tiedoll doesn't even know about this shit." He said, spite just barely heard in his voice as he laid his head back onto the cafeteria table.

Kanda smirked. "No. And for good reason."

"You ditched?" Lenalee quipped, glaring heatedly at the guitar player.

Who only scowled.

"You totally ditched us back there Kanda!" Lenalee nearly shouted.

Surprising the drummer and guitar player.

"You could've stayed with us, and let yourself be punished with us! But no, you had to go and ditch! And you didn't even think to take one of us with you!" Lenalee exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in offence.

Kanda only closed his eyes, and continued sipping his tea. "Oops." he muttered.

"I agree with Lenalady, actually." Lavi piped up. "We could've done it as an entire band!" He said as he beamed a grin.

Kanda wrinkled his nose is offence. "Why would I wanna do that? You guys would've been caught in the end anyways." He snorted. "And that old man with the red-hair would've kicked my ass with his fucker big boots, then go and tell the damn police that I attempted kidnapping." He said as he folded his arms across his chest with a deep dark scowl. "Why the fuck would an old man like that wear giant cunt kickers anyways?"

"Cunt kickers?" Lavi repeated, skeptical if that was the word he had heard.

Kanda gave a curt nod of his head. No further explanation needed.

Lenalee wrinkled her nose in disgust. "That's a disgusting term to use to describe such beautiful, totally stellar boots like his." She said with an air of authority.

Lavi and Kanda both turn their incredulous expressions towards the bass player.

"You think those big ass wrestling boots, are beautiful?" Lavi repeated dubiously, eye wide in shock.

Lenalee merely smirked in delight with a nod of her head. "Well yeah! Did you see how choice they were? They went all the way up to his knee's! Showing off his legs!" She laughed merrily.

"Lenalee!" Lavi shrieked in dismay as he covered both his ears with his hands.

"You have no taste in men." Kanda deadpanned, clicking his tongue in displeasure.

Lenalee waved her hand dismissively. "Please. I have better taste in men, than you." She pressed, finger pointed right at the guitar player.

Who only scowled. "It's because I don't like men." Kanda pressed, stressing the words "don't like" and "men" with a hiss as he clenched his poor thermos in his hand tightly.

"Cunt Kickers sound like a good band name." Lavi noted, finger to his chin at the thought suddenly occurring to him. "Don't you guys think so?" He smiled at his friends.

Lenalee made a face. "No. It doesn't." She deadpanned. "And please stop saying that word Red."

"Cunt kickers." Kanda repeated, just for spite.

"Please welcome..." Lavi trailed off, raising his voice in volume as he stood on top of the cafeteria bench, gesturing around the entire cafeteria room. "The Cunt Kickers!" He announced loudly as he then started clapping obnoxiously loud for all the recipients inside the cafeteria to hear. Whooping and hollering unabashed.

Lenalee hid her face inside her arms in embarrassment.

And Kanda merely hid away his smirk behind the thermos. Forcing himself to take a longer shot than necessary.

"Please stop making a fool out of yourself Lav."

Lavi stopped his obnoxious cheering fit and looked down at the bench, to see that their white-haired lead singer was finally seated at their table.

With a look of utter embarrassment—and shame—written on his expression. Shame, because Allen was probably ashamed to even know the red-head at the moment.

Lavi grinned in delight and sat back down, but not without bowing first to his audience. Who were furiously booing him. And loudly at that. "Hey dude." Lavi greeted the white-haired teenager. "So how goes the grounding?" He asked as he tried to finish the rest of his apple in a hurry.

But suddenly deciding that he couldn't finish, he then offered it out towards Kanda beside him with an eyebrow quirked in question.

Kanda only makes a face at it before turning his head away, long-hair flipping with the sudden movement.

And Lavi placed the apple on the far side of the cafeteria table after that.

Allen sighed tiredly and hung his head. "It's awful...Cross is constantly around the house more than usual..." He announced with an exasperated sigh.

Lenalee wrinkled her brow in confusion. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, Al." Lavi piped up, eyebrow cocked. "Didn't you say he left you for an entire week before?"

"Make that two." Allen quipped. "But no. It's definitely not a good thing." Allen harrumphed, propping an arm up on the table as he cradled his chin in his hand. "So why were you on top of the table making an arse out of yourself?" He asked, shooting the red-head an odd look.

"Stop trying to say 'ass' dick-weed." Kanda commanded sternly, flicking his glare at the white-haired brat across from them. Successfully cutting of Lavi mid-explanation. "The way you say it makes me wanna barf." Kanda said as he stuck out his tongue.

And Allen merely stuck his tongue out back as a refute. "Bite me loser." He retorted monotonously.

Kanda growled deeply inside his throat and took a shot out of his thermos. "Fucker." He mumbled.

Lavi grinned in delight at his friends, before looking back to Allen. "Me and Yuu just figured out the word that Lenalee hates." He stated mischievously as he flicked his eye to Lenalee across from them.

"'Yuu and I,'" Allen corrected, before gesturing for Lavi to carry on. "Which is…?" He smiled sweetly.

"Cunt Kickers." Lavi announced, grinning.

Allen made a face in displeasure. "I'm not even a girl and I despise that word."

Lenalee gestured to the white-haired teen. "See? At least someone gets that it's a horrible word." Lenalee quipped, shooting accusatory eyes at Kanda and Lavi across from her.

Kanda only rolled his eyes and continued poking at his food disinterestedly. "Whatev'." He deadpanned. Uncaring.

Lavi smirked at his band mate, before looking back to Allen. "So what did Komui say? Will he let us practice inside the garage longer?"

Allen shook his head with a disappointed frown. "No...In fact, he said if we continue to bug him about it, he'll only lower the hour further. That bugger..." He stated, slightly spiteful.

Lenalee sighed in exasperation. "I knew he would say that...So after school, we gotta head over to my place, study and work on assignments for half-an-hour, with Komui hovering over us like a hawk all the while, but then we get to practice for two hours after that." She explained to her band mates before cupping her chin in her hand. "And then all of us have to go straight home afterwards, because of curfew and stay there because we're all grounded..." She groaned loudly. "I hate this!" She hissed.

"Totally." Lavi agreed with a nod of his head.

"So what the fuck are we gonna do about the gig?" Kanda asked, looking to Lenalee, then to Lavi. Choosing to ignore the white-haired lead singer sitting across from the 18-year-old red-head.

"I don't know." Allen stated truthfully with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's two days away...And with us having curfew and being grounded, I seriously doubt we'll be able to make it."

"We have to fucking cancel?" Kanda growled in offence, sitting up with a fast lurch. Scaring the crap out of everyone at the table. "I'm not gonna fucking back out. Figure some shit out Alvin! Either you beg that guardian of your's, or sneak the fuck out!" Kanda demanded.

"It's Allen." The younger teenager corrected with an irritated sounding sigh. Choosing to ignore Kanda's heated remark of "Who the fuck cares?" with ease. "And I would beg Cross," Allen said with a click of his tongue. "But I'm afraid he'll want to come with us..." Said Allen with a hand pressed to his chin in thought.

"So? Then let him!" Kanda raged. "Or we'll have to cancel for the shitty reason that you guys are grounded." Even hearing their lame ass explanation pissed him off. "Do you know how stupid that'll sound to a bunch of fucking professionals? They'll laugh in our fuckin' faces!" He said, slamming his fists on the table.

"Is that such a big deal? We can always reschedule too." Allen suggested with slight hope seen in his shining silver eyes.

Lavi shook his head at the thought. "It's Bak. He won't reschedule for anyone, it's either come and do the gig on the scheduled day, or don't bother him again."

At this, both Lenalee and Allen look towards each other in worry.

"I ought'a kick his ass." Kanda growled, angrily cracking his knuckles with a scowl at the mere mention of Bak's name. "He won't be able to do shit to me anyways."

"Yeah totally, because you're Yuu Kanda," Lenalee stated, rolling her eyes passionately. "You're untouchable." She remarked sarcastically.

Lavi smirked. "No he isn't." He then reached over and poked Kanda in his cheek. "See? I'm touching him." He stated happily.

Kanda angrily slapped the offending hand away. "Fuck off. Don't touch me." He glared.

"Touch." Lavi poked again.

"Touch me again Cyclops, and I'll rip your fucking finger off." He threatened heatedly.

Lavi merely grinned and slowly... "Touch."

With a growl, Kanda slapped the red-head.

"Owww!" Lavi whined, cradling his abused hand to his chest with a hurt expression.

Kanda smirked. "Do it again." He suggested deviously.

Lavi shook his head with a small and scared sounding whimper.

"You learned something today Lavi," Allen chimed merrily. "Don't poke the bear." Allen stated with a larger smile.

A smile that made Kanda angrily look away with a scowl pressed firmly across his face.

"The bear with the horns..." Lavi mumbled, pouting his quivering lip.

"Do you want to get hit again?" Kanda hissed the question, glaring at the pouting red-head beside him.

Who quickly ducked with a loud yelp as he tried scurrying underneath the cafeteria table for safety. "Help me Allen baby!" He shouted.

"Don't call me baby." Allen deadpanned, choosing to ignore the immature teenagers as he sipped on his can of coca-cola.

Allen didn't know what else to do; it was either fight, or flight.

In other words, he either has to beg Cross in order for them to be let out on their chosen gig schedule, which is where the reference of "Fight" comes in.

Or they would all have to sneak out during curfew and grounding hours, and pray to the great Lord above that they don't get caught in the end. Which is where "Flight" comes in. So he was in a real pickle. And he didn't know which one to go with.

He had to try begging Cross, which was his first thought he'd do. But having to beg Cross, and most likely having to make a deal with the devil himself, he just couldn't fathom the thought.

I have to try though...Allen repeated inside his head. Just do it. Walk in, ask Cross, deal with any insulting words and phrases he throws at me, and beg him profusely. I can do it. I can do it. Allen mentally encouraged himself as he nodded his head in determination.

He pushed open the front door to his house and quickly shuts it behind himself. "Cross! I have to ask you something!" Allen shouted, toeing out of his black boots and shrugging out of his thin black jacket.

He quirks a curious eyebrow at his surroundings, as it was oddly quiet inside the house, and strode to the kitchen. "Cross, sir?" He called politely, but seeing no one inside the kitchen, he turned back around to face the living room.

Noticing instantly that everything was where he had left it just that morning—save for the empty couch where his guardian was supposed to be residing in.

But everything looked to be untouched other than that.

Now a little worried—and a bit delighted at the same time to find that his house is empty—Allen headed straight for the bathroom and knocked quietly against the wooden door. "Hello? Are you in there, foster father Cross?" He called happily.

And after receiving no answer, he tip-toed to his room and swung open the slightly ajar door, to find that his Timcanpy is waiting for him on his bed, with his orange ears perked up in curiosity.

"Hello Tim!" Greeted Allen, happy smile alight on his pale features. Going over to his bed with a single bounce, he began to pet his kitten Timcanpy on his bright orange and white colored head.

Looking around his room with a melancholy sounding sigh, he looked back down to his kitten. "We're home alone…." He stated with a click of his tongue. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to give Lenalee a call." He stated casually to his Tim with a smile.

Looking up, Tim merely gave the white-haired teenager a tired yawn as he then curled his tail around himself, and once again, began to purr in contentment.

Hopping up from his bed, Allen strode hurriedly to the telephone situated and hung up on the other side of the kitchen wall facing the living room and began punching-in the numbers to Lenalee's house. He cocked his hip to the side as he waited for someone to answer the phone patiently.

Which they did, after four rings total.

"Helloooo?" Came the merry reply of Lenalee herself.

Allen smirked in delight and leaned against the wall casually. "Hi Lenalee! I'm home alone and thought I give you a call to pass the time." He explained happily. "What're you doing?"

"Ohh, just this and that. Listening to David Bowie and dancing around the house to kill some time. We're starting our study time over here Allen. Kanda and Lavi are already working and..." And at that statement, Allen could hear a loud crash erupt from the background inside of Lenalee's house, and heard Lavi and Kanda having an argument of some kind.

Saying something along the lines of:

"That hurt Yuu!"

"Get over it poser! You deserved it for calling me a dumb ass!"

"I didn't mean it like that man! I was just—Ahhh! I'm sorry!"

And the rest went unheard, when all Allen was able to hear was Lenalee giggling into the phone. "Well Allen, do you think you'll need a ride here? Or is Cross going to drop you off?" Lenalee asked politely.

"Actually yes, I will need a ride." Allen replied diplomatically. "Cross isn't home yet, and I don't know where in the blue hell he went. Plus that bloody bugger didn't leave a note or anything this time." Allen explained, his lip up-turned in displeasure.

"What?! You mean he ditched you? Again?!" Practically shrieked a shocked sounding Lenalee from the receiver.

"What? My babe is home alone?" Allen could hear Lavi shout from within the background.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lavi's statement with a small smile gracing his features. "Tell Lavi not to call me, 'babe.'" He replied, voice serious, but his smile could still be seen.

"Allen said, 'don't call me babe anymore, you wanka!" The teenage girl shouted. Using a very fake British accent. "He also said, 'Sorry love, I didn't mean that!'" The girl continued to shout from over the phone.

"I didn't say wanka! Or love!" Allen stated desperately into the phone.

"He called me love!" Allen could hear Lavi rejoicing in the background.

The white-haired teen sighed heavily and hung his head when all he could hear is Lenalee giggling madly over the phone. "Thanks Lenalee, now he'll bug me about wanting to be called 'love' all darn day." He stated begrudgingly.

Lenalee giggled happily into the phone. "Not my fault he has gay feelings for you Al." She laughed into the receiver.

"He does not have gay feelings for me!" Allen stressed, pinching the bridge of his nose he shook his head. "Can we please go back to our conversation we had, before this bloody awkward one?"

"Nope! Not until you admit your a fag, Allen!"

"I'm not gay!" Allen practically shouted into the phone.

"Geez Al...Make my ear bleed, why don't you? You have a very lovely voice Allen, but when you use that high pitch voice of your's when you're getting angry, it isn't very adorable."

"Please don't call me adorable..." Allen groaned. "And as I was saying, before this conversation got out of hand." He stressed, rolling his eyes when he could hear Lenalee laughing on the other end. "Cross didn't leave me this time. He just...Took off without a word or a trace. Its different this time though. Trust me."

"How is it any different?" Lenalee asked. "It sure sounds the same."

"Because last time he left me, he sold all of my collectible weapons of the mid-evil times, and all the art pieces and books that went with them." Allen deadpanned into the receiver, eyes low in an unnoticeable glare. "And that was only spent on the alcohol for the ride." He growled.

"Wow...He really doesn't give a shit about you, huh?" Lenalee stated rather nonchalantly.

"No, no he doesn't." Allen sighed. "So anyways, ten minutes...Will that give me enough time to walk to your place? Will I make it to study time?" He asked, not too sure himself from the nervous tone of his voice as he looked over to the clock hung up on the wall inside the living room.

"I...Don't think so Allen. I'm on a different street number altogether...So it'll probably take you more than ten minutes to get here." Lenalee replied, voice full of disappointment.

Allen pursed his lip in displeasure at the thought of being late for band practice. "Ah well, I guess I'll be a tad bit late Lenalee, and I'm sorry about that." He replied in complete honesty.

And hearing Lenalee sigh heavily in frustration at his statement. Allen couldn't help but flinch out of fear. Did I get her mad...? Lord please help me...Thought Allen, nervous bead of sweat licking the side of his forehead.

"It's not your fault Allen, don't worry." Replied Lenalee, relief flooding through his body at that point. "It's just...This bogus study time thing that we have to do before each band practice is pissing me off..." She said with an even heavier sigh of frustration. "Well; Kanda will go and get you! Right Kanda?" Lenalee called happily from over her shoulder.

And Allen heard every word that Kanda had replied with.

"Hell no! I'd rather sit here and watch Cyclops hack a banana, than sit inside the same space with that whiney brat!"

Allen gave a wicked smile. "Can you please tell Kanda that that statement says more about him, than it does about me?" Allen asked in a chipper voice.

"Allen says 'that say's moooore about you than it does to him,' Kanda!" Lenalee shouted to the long-haired teenager.

"Then tell that geek he can go suck a—"

And at that, it sounded as though Lenalee had put her hand over the phone's receiver as a way to block out Kanda's swearing fit. Because all Allen was able to hear was muffled sounding noises, and loud clicking sounds. She probably did it to save him from Kanda's vulgar insults.

Allen had to mentally thank Lenalee for that generous feat. And had to roll his eyes at Kanda's immature behavior.

"Hey Brit-baby!"

With a sudden twitch, Allen blinked his eyes in surprise at the new-comers voice. "Oh! Hey Lavi! Uh, what's up?" He asked with a smile. "What happened to Lenalee?" He asked, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion.

"Nothing much is happening here, just this study time shit is going on. And Lenalee is too busy beating Yuu with her text book to talk on the phone." Replied Lavi, in an enthusiastic manner, as though he was discussing the weather. "Do you need a ride here babe? I can borrow Yuu's truck and—"

When Allen heard Lavi shout in fright, he had to quickly pull his ear away from the phone like he had done the last time, before pulling it back with a loud sigh escaping his frowning lips. "Lavi?" He drawled.

He was kind of expecting this sort of odd behavior from the red-head.

But what he didn't expect was that the next person to talk to him on the phone would be Kanda of all people.

Who loudly shouted. "Get your shit together, Eurotrash!" Kanda's angry voice yelled from over the phone. Successfully startling Allen out of his wits without his knowing. "You better be waiting outside your house at exactly five o'clock bitch! Or I'm leavin' your boney ass behind!"

And Allen was met with the dial tone after that loud exclamation.

Which had been stated rather rudely by Kanda.

Allen slowly hung the telephone back onto its cradle as he pursed his lip. "Well...That was an odd conversation..." He stated. None too surprised as he skipped back into his room in order to retrieve the rest of his school work.

Kanda seems pissier than usual. Allen noted inside his head. But then shook his head to relieve him of the pointless worrying. But then again, Kanda is always like that so, what can I do? As he snatched the rest of his over-do homework from his book-bag, he quickly brushed through his hair, without looking into the mirror, and straightened out his clothing.

Which even he had to admit, were pretty snug on him.

What he wore to school that day was a tight fitted, pure black vest, with two necklaces hanging from his neck as he wore a red dress shirt underneath. Which wasn't too bad, besides the fact that he could barely lift his arms with how tight the sleeves were on him. But what was really tight on him, were the black pants. They were practically made of leather and hugged his narrow hips and down his thighs.

Walking out of his room with an arm full of books, Allen soon shook his white-head when his train of thought carried him to Lavi's reaction that morning about his outfit.

Which was a quick sweeping of Lavi's eye upon every which way on his visage—and that's including his back side—followed by a swift embrace that lasted two-minutes-too-long as he later had to punch Lavi's lights out, for the reason that the idiotic red-head had casually slapped his ass.

In front of all of the students that filled the halls. Including Kanda.

Who had later punched Lavi in his head as well, even after he just did.

Maybe that's why Kanda's in a bad mood. Could it be that Kanda's a homophobe, and doesn't like it when Lavi acts...Well...Gay? At that thought, Allen suddenly felt a bit of anger and resentment towards Kanda at the mere thought. If that was the case, he would seriously need to talk to Kanda bout that.

Being called "fag" is one thing, but being called "Faggot" with actual hate and malice directed at you, its entirely different. And completely wrong on top of that.

Soon, Allen could hear loud and obnoxious honking coming from the front of his house in the middle of the street. Followed by loud and heavy fists pounding on his door.

Allen swiftly walked across the room and swung the front door open wide with a scowl. And is faced with the lovely image of a glaring Kanda, intimidatingly looming over him from the doorway.

"Yes?" He deadpanned, scowling at the guitar player. Who was leaning casually against the doorway with one arm propped up, as the other was stuffed inside his pants pocket.

Kanda sniffed in offence and crossed his arms. "That's the thanks I get for almost getting my ass killed by coming here?" He scoffed. "Ungrateful brat." He muttered.

"How did you almost get your arse killed?" Allen questioned, quizzically.

Kanda shivered in repulse. "I told you, don't ever say that fuckin' word to my face." Kanda spat, before thumbing behind him as he looked over his shoulder. "Cyclops is driving. Seriously, his driving is more Jacked-up than mine." He stated as he stuck out his tongue at the red-head being the wheel.

Who merely gave him a thumbs up as he started honking the horn obnoxiously once again.

Allen smirked up at the older male as he gently shut the door behind him, locking it with the spare key hidden underneath the "Welcome" mat at the front door and turned back around to face the disgruntled looking teenager.

"So, you admit that your driving is horrible, right?" Allen questioned, smile alight on his pale features.

Kanda scowled at the white-haired teen, before looking at the mat under his feet. "You keep the key under that shitty rug? Tch." He bent down. Easily ignoring the brat yelling beside him as he lifted the dirty mat. "Someone could easily find it and break in, hoser brat." Kanda grumbled, retrieving the key, he then threw it over to the brat standing in front of him. "Keep it." He deadpanned as he turned swiftly around and headed back to his truck.

Yelling at Lavi all the while. Who was still honking the horn loudly for the duo.

Allen looked down at the key in his hand, before looking to the retreating figure of Kanda. He shook his head and stuffed the key into his pocket. "I don't get him sometimes..." He mumbled to himself.

"Hurry the fuck up brat! You're already late, asswipe!"

"And there he goes, shooting the hope inside of me." Allen mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Sweet Jesus am I ever SORRY for the long wait man! I'm so so so sorry! I promise not to leave you guys hangin THAT LONG AGAIN! Its just..Life man, fucks you up in many ways than one.

But anyways, I worked my ass off in the newest chapters and I still don't have all of them completed...Yet...But I PROMISE you guys, I will get this story finished. I fixed up a lot of mistakes in this chapter, and I'm terribly sorry about my recent shitty chapters and typing errors. Forgive me dudes...

-Hella