Ch2
Allen grumbled as he followed Cross. For some reason, a golem had been sent to get them, interrupting their shower with a message from Kumoi. Not that there had been molesting, but there could have been if that bloody thing hadn't interrupted! Now dressed in loose, ripped jeans, hoodie and old trainers while slouching behind Cross, he looked nothing like he had before the potion. When they reached the man's office, Allen flopped down heavily on one of the chairs, crossing his arms in an insolent manner. "What do you want?" He muttered sulkily.
"The potion's effects don't have a prepared antidote." Kumoi said uncomfortably. "I'll have to make one from scratch, and we'll only know if it works when we try it on you. The effects will wear off by themselves in time..."
"And that'll take, how long?" Allen muttered impatiently.
"Well,-" Kumoi started to say before Kanda stormed into the room.
"Here's the damn report." He muttered, flinging it at the man.
"Dude. I was talking here." Allen growled from his seat.
"Really?" Kanda grunted before heading to the door.
"Oh he is so dead!" Allen growled dangerously, moving to go after him before Cross caught the back of his hoodie.
"Not now." He told the violent boy.
"Oh but he's so asking for it!" Allen hissed, grinning maliciously as he chose his insult. "You can practically see the smirk on his girly face!"
"What was that, pipsqueak?" Kanda growled.
"Not in the office!" Kumoi shouted. "Kanda, you should knock first and not interrupt meetings!"
Kanda just grunted before leaving.
"And you need to keep control of your temper." Cross told Allen before whispering quietly in the boy's ear. "You can get him back later."
"Whatever." Allen muttered, glaring a hole in the floor. "So this'll wear off when?"
"If my calculations are correct... Between a few hours and a few months." Kumoi said, wincing.
"Well ain't that a joy." Allen muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, Kumoi, do you have any more of that potion?" Cross asked, his face was serious, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"No..?"
"Oh, fine." Cross shrugged. "Well, if that's all, let's get some food."
"Of course." Kumoi agreed. "Come tell me if there're any other problems."
"Yeah, yeah. Food!" Allen shouted, running out of the room.
Kumoi blinked. "He's acting like a normal teenager..."
"Pfft. Yeah, sure. There are no normal teens." Cross chuckled as he too left the room, following Allen to make sure he didn't get into trouble.
When Cross got to the canteen, Allen was sitting in a deserted corner with a small pile of food. "Hungry?" He teased.
"Mmm..." Allen muttered. "Nothing here is particularly appealing to me." He smirked, nodding at the mound of food. "And I have the strange urge to go buy a gun, and possibly get a tattoo."
Cross thumped him on the head. "No tattoo, you'll get Hep-B."
"So it's go on the gun?" Allen asked, rubbing his head through the hood.
"In more ways than one." Cross leered, making Allen smirk slightly.
"Oh I wouldn't have it any other way."
After two short detours... Well, one short and one not so short, they were heading down into town with a good chunk of cash from Kumoi. Allen stopped as they walked in front of a unisex hairdresser. "Can we go in here first?" He asked Cross, but in the way that a mother asks her child to 'please tidy their room'.
"Sure." Cross shrugged, blowing out some smoke. "What do you want done?"
"Cut and dye." Allen answered in a voice that refused argument.
"Fine, it looks like I can smoke inside anyway." Cross agreed.
About an hour later they were out, and Allen's hair was only about two inches long, shaggy, and dyed a dark brown. His hood was down as he walked around, more comfortable as less attention was directed at him. They walked for half an hour to get to Cross's favourite gun shop, and the vendor greeted the two of them happily.
"Ah! Cross, what can I get you today?" He asked.
"The boy wants a gun, what'd you recommend?" Cross grunted, gesturing to Allen with a flick of his head.
"Hmm... Probably a hand gun would be good to start with... What mode?" The man asked.
"Automatic or semi." Cross glanced over to where Allen was admiring a case. "I think he likes the revolvers."
"I have the newest Webley-Fosbery automatic." The shop owner smirked. "Double action, semi-automatic, .455 calibre, six shots. It is a top break..." He shrugged. "But it's well made."
"Mind if I try it?"
"Not at all." The balding man smiled, gesturing for the two to follow him.
Cross took the gun and quickly shat a few shots. "Hmm... It's good, Allen, come try it." Cross called over to the boy, giving a gesture so he understood.
Allen took the gun and, after Cross had corrected his grip, shot it at the target. He smirked and gave Cross a nod.
"We'll take it." Cross grumbled as he lit a new cigarette. "With a holster and a good amount of ammo too."
"Make sure he takes good care of it." The shop owner called after them as they left.
They were halfway between the town and the Order's headquarters when Allen tugged on Cross's coat.
"Thanks." He muttered gruffly.
"I'm sure you can thank me properly later." He said suggestively, smirking slightly.
Allen let a smirk creep onto his own face in return. Oh he had the perfect thing in mind...
Everything I know about guns, I got from Wiki.
And SORRY for the complete lack of smut... And the complete lack of length... And the filleryness... TT_TT
The next chapter (which is WELL on the way!) is going to be...well, not full... But it'll have some lovely mansex goodness. Hopefully well written smutty goodness...
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