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And btw, I reread my chapters to get back up to speed (in my own story. Yeah, I know. I'm pathetic. ) and there are A LOT OF ERRORS. Dear God. It was embarrassing. I am so sorry. Please, take this bat and put me out of my misery.

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Anyways, here's a forced chapter to you guys. Enjoy my crappy writing.

-Disclaimer has disappeared due to an angry Kanda who was kept waiting for this chapter. He was also deprived of his Moyashi (aww, but he's MINE!)-

Allen:

Life often takes unexpected twists and turns. One minute you are strolling across a beautiful park, feeling on top of the world, and the next minute you are falling off a cliff, plummeting into hell.

Only for Allen Walker, the term was taken literally.

Komui must have realized something was up when the students ignored each other as usual, chatting away with their friends, ignoring their assigned partners. In fact, he was so disappointed, he slammed his stack of papers on his desk loudly, drawing the class's attention to himself. Reever, Johnny, and Tapp, who were holding large stacks of papers next to his desk, sweatdropped as a reaction.

"Class!" Komui yelled, and everyone's attention locked to his eyes. "Has ANYONE bothered to meet up with their partners in the past week when it was assigned?"

The class was so quiet, you could almost hear Johnny's arms squeaking from the weight of the papers. Reever noticed, and attempted to hiss his best friend's name, kicking Komui's leg softly. He was ignored.

When nobody bothered to answer Komui's question, he said in a calmer voice, "I am very disappointed in you guys." It was silent for a moment, and some of the students even began to feel sorry for letting down their teacher, at least until the next words that came out of his mouth.

"THAT'S WHY YOU WILL NOW BE GOING TO EACH OTHER'S ASSIGNED HOUSES TO WORK. You will now have this project on top of the normal workload, since you took advantage of my kindness. Class is over, you may now go home."

Allen and Lavi turned to stone in their seats, all color draining from their faces. There were absolutely terrified of their partners. One was afraid he was going to be murdered, and the other was afraid he was going to be eaten. Lenalee also felt a cold prickle on the back of her neck, but she wasn't so fast as to show it. She played with the hair at the end of her pigtails nervously.

"I'm going to die." Allen said as his head slammed on his desk.

"I'm going to be eaten." Lavi said as his head slammed on his desk.

The two glared at each other, but the glares were very weak. They were too frightened to unleash their full anger on each other.

"Don't be so melodramatic, guys. Honestly, you guys behave like little girls." Lenalee said. But even as she said this, she couldn't help but tremble softly. There was something about Road that just wasn't right. A creepy feeling that made her skin prickle.

The bell rang, and the class barge out of the room in an angry manner. Reever, Johnny, and Tapp's arms finally gave out, and all the papers they were holding collapsed, scattering all over the floor. They bickered to Komui, who ignored them haughtily.

Allen, Lavi, and Lenalee were the last students in the classrooms. They stood up, and looked at each other sullenly. Lenalee gripped her school bag over her shoulder apprehensively, and said, "Well, I guess we better head to our partner's houses." A dull silence echoed between them, and they exited the school numbly.

"See you guys….maybe…" Allen said weakly as he gave a faint wave to them. Lenalee waved back, and Lavi didn't even bother waking up from his depression. It was okay. Allen understood.

He turned to the left, and a few yards ahead, he found the long, blacked haired boy. After a moment's hesitation, Allen sprinted to Kanda. If I'm going to die, I may as well do it with dignity. He thought.

"So, I guess we'll go to your house?" Allen said, his voice still a little weak from nervousness. He felt like a lamb going to a slaughterhouse. Which, in a way, he was.

There were on the bridge, and while Kanda didn't turn around, Allen could see he visibly twitched.

"Fuck off. You were never invited." The wind blew gently, and Allen caught a whiff of a sweet aroma. He looked around confusedly. It must be the cherry blossom trees. Yes, that must be it.

"Well," Allen said as he matched pace with Kanda, walking beside him, but at a little farther of a distance than normal. "We have to, otherwise we'll won't pass the project."

A vein popped in Kanda's head. "Fuck the project! Being partnered with you is hell enough. I don't give a shit about you."

Allen's eyebrows twitched, and he felt a small vein rising in his head. "If we don't pass this project, then we don't pass the year. We'll be held back." They crossed the street, and they were in a dirty neighborhood. A dirty, familiar neighborhood. This is close to where I live…Allen realized.

Kanda grunted softly, realizing what this meant. He picked up pace and passed by a poor man painting, taking a sharp turn up some stairs. The poor man and Kanda's conversation was brief and quick.

"Ara? Kanda? Back so soon?"

Kanda flipped him off before taking the sharp turn up the stairs. Allen followed behind, appalled by Kanda's rude behavior to a senior, homeless citizen. The poor man's gaze shifted to Allen, and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Yu brought a friend?" he said as he looked Allen up and down. Allen flushed, but before he could say anything, a voice echoed down the stairs, "HE IS NOT MY FRIEND."

"Hm." The old man said, disappointed. What's your name, boy?"

"Allen Walker." He bowed. "Pleased to meet you."

The old man gasped, causing Allen to flinch. "You don't mean….Cross's disciple?" Allen looked up at this, confusion and shock written on his face. But before he could say anything, Kanda's voice echoed down the stairs again.

"Get your ass up here, Moyashi!"

Allen straightened, and called, "Yes!" He gave a last quick glance at the old man, who was staring at him strangely, before bounding up the stairs, two at a time. Allen jumped up two flights of stairs, reaching Kanda, who was leaning against a door frame angrily, on the second floor. Kanda che'd as Allen approached him.

"Slow as fuck." He muttered, as he stuffed the key into the door, twisting it, and swinging the door open. Kanda entered his apartment, tossing the key on the counter, and throwing his bag on the floor. Allen followed him silently, taking a look around. He closed the door silently behind him. He gasped when he saw the familiar woman, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall below the window. She had the same long black hair as Kanda, and her face was fair, and much more paler. She was the same woman Allen saw on his first day of school.

Kanda mistook his gasp for disgust. "Shut up. Just because this isn't a nice apartment doesn't mean you can make faces at it." Kanda strolled to the sink, took a cup and filled it with tap water. He drank it thirstily, and set it down on the counter.

"B-but…she…" Allen raised a shaky finger towards the woman, whom Allen realized was Kanda's mother.

Kanda glared at him darkly. "She's not dead." He said venomously.

Allen gulped. Kanda turned around, and ripped off his tie, throwing it on the table. He turned around, leaning against the counter and said, "Let's get this over with."

Allen hesitantly took a seat on the ground, next to the table. He set his bag on the ground next to him, and pulled out a white sheet of paper. He layed it down on the table, and glanced it over. ((AN: What are these tables called? They have no legs, and usually the person sits on a pillow while they eat dinner/food/etc over it. It is seen in Fruits Baskets and Toradora. Most mangas have them I think.))

Allen scanned the questions, sweating as he felt Kanda's penetrating gaze. "We were each assigned different questions, you know. You should have a sheet of paper too."

Kanda scowled, muttering how this was a pain, and retrieved his bag and took a seat across from Allen. He whipped out the piece of paper, and glared at it. "Where were you born?" He barked. Allen jumped from the suddenness. "Er, I don't know." He mumbled.

"How in the fuck do you not know?"

Allen whipped his head up at Kanda, his eyes flashing angrily. "I was abandoned!" He yelled. Kanda didn't move at all, but something in his eyes widened the tiniest bit. He glanced back down at his sheet of questions.

Allen scowled, and ran a hand through his hair, glancing at his set of questions. "Who was your first friend?" He asked irritably.

This time Kanda scowled. He threw his sheet of paper on the table, leaning back and crossing his arms. "What kind of fucking questions are these?" He ask furiously.

Allen shared his emotions. He clutched his paper, wrinkling the edges. "I don't know." He muttered.

They sat in silence, both realizing at the back of their heads that they actually agreed on something. They both glared at their papers, not wanting to look at the other person.

Kanda's mom slid off the wall, until she was horizontal with the ground. Allen stared at her, his gray orbs showing nothing. Kanda set his elbow on the table, his chin in his hand, watching Allen, almost waiting for something, like a challenge.

Allen got up from his seat and walked over to Kanda's mother. He bent down, and weaved his hand through her hair, placing it gently on her forehead. It was a little warm. "When was the last time she's eaten?" Allen asked without turning around.

Kanda scowled. "How the hell should I know." The image of drugs flashed through his mind, yet he said nothing.

Allen turned around to stare at Kanda. Kanda reacted by saying, "I don't fucking know! I've been at school all day!"

"Okay," Allen said as he narrowed his eyes. "When was the last time you saw her eat?"

It was silent for a few moments, the answer hung heavily in the air. "What are you, some fucking doctor?" Kanda muttered.

"That's it." Allen said as he stood up. He walked past Kanda, checking the cabinets. "Get up. We're going shopping for food."

"Why do I have to go?" Kanda asked irritably.

"Because you should know what food she likes." Allen said as he shifted his head to the left, so Kanda could only see one gray orb from his angle.

Kanda huffed, and stood up. He ran into the other room, and reappeared, shoving a fist of money into his pocket. He threw on a jacket and said, "Let's go." He headed out the door, and Allen followed behind.

They walked to the nearest store in silence. It was getting dark out, so they walked quickly. They didn't exactly live in the best neighborhoods. The store's open signed greeted them, and as they entered a little bell ringed.

The walked down the aisles. "What food does she like?" Allen asked, glancing through the shelves.

"Soba." Kanda replied as he grabbed a hand basket, and a few cup of noodles.

"Soba…" Allen muttered as he searched for it in the shelves. "Ah." He muttered. "Found it." He picked up three packages, and placed them in the basket. He walked into he next aisle, and Kanda had to jump two paces to keep up.

"Hey!" He said. "This is all we need."

Allen ignored him, and threw some fresh onigiri into the basket. He then picked up a few cases of mitarashi dango, and a few boxes of pocky. He threw them in the basket. He was about to throw the last box his when Kanda yanked away the basket, causing the box to fall on the floor with a dull thud.

"Oi! How much food are we buying?!" Kanda demanded.

"Not much." Allen said, his wide orbs piercing Kanda.

"What are you talking about?! We have enough food to feed people for a week!"

Allen glanced at the basket. It did look a little heavy, not that Kanda didn't mind, but it was in no way, enough food to feed people for a week.

"Nonsense." He muttered. "That's barely enough food to feed the three of us in two days."

Kanda stared at him incredulously. "I'm not paying for all this." He threatened.

Allen ignored him, walking towards the front of the cash register. "Covered." He called as he held up a wad of cash over his head. Kanda stared at him incredulously, then followed.


Then entered the apartment, carrying two bags each. Allen pushed the door open with his foot, and walked it, placing the bags on the table. He began unpacking the food, and he brought the soba to the counter. Kanda placed his bags of food on the table next to the other bags, now empty. He watched as Allen dug his way around the kitchen, before finally finding a decent pot.

He filled the pot with water, and set it on the stove, boiling the water. He ripped open the packages, and dumped them into the pot. The dug a wooden spoon out of one of the drawers, and he began stirring the food with the spoon. He threw some other ingredients in the pot, and before Kanda knew it, he was scooping out the noodles into three bowls.

He set three bowls of soba on the table, and found three sets of chopsticks. He threw one to Kanda, placed one to the bowl next to him, and one for himself. He broke open the chopsticks, and dug into the food right away. Kanda watched him in disbelief. He would have never guessed such a tiny person could make food so fast and eat so fast and so much. Allen's portion of food was twice the size of Kanda's. By the time Kanda cracked open his chopsticks, Allen had finished.

Allen moved his way to Kanda's mother. Gently, he placed his hands under her head and her shoulder, pulling her up into a sitting position. She leaned against the wall, blinking dazedly. Allen brushed away her hair, and she sat still, disoriented. He reached back and grabbed the steaming bowl and held it in his left hand, which Kanda had just noticed was red, and chopsticks in his right. Allen leaned forward and said softly, "Open."

Kanda's mother stared at Allen. She looked at him up and down, before finally opening his mouth. It must have been something about Allen's face, Kanda realized, that made his mother feel comforted. There was a look of innocent kindness to it. Allen picked up some noodles and stuffed it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed the bowl and chopsticks from him, and began eating furiously. Allen chuckled, and sat back into his seat at the table.

Kanda watched all of this, stunned. Slowly with his right hand, he grasped some noodles with his chopsticks, and shoveled it into his mouth. His eyes widened as the taste settled in his mouth. It was delicious. Kanda wanted to eat is quickly, like he couldn't shovel enough food into his mouth, like he was a starving man, but he ate slowly and normally, not wanting to give Allen satisfaction. He hadn't eaten anything home cooked for a while now. He didn't know what Allen did to the soba, but it tasted delicious. He noted that Allen looked slightly disappointed of Kanda's reaction to the food.

Kanda was the last one to finish, and he was started to find his mother and Allen staring at him. He bristled, and said, "What?" Allen just shook his head, and stood up, gathering the bowls. He placed them in the sink, and began to wash. He pulled the pot to wash too. It was silent.

What absolutely stunned Kanda was not the fact that Allen was actually capable of making delicious food, but the fact that it was so delicious Kanda craved more, and it was enough to wake his mother up from her "trance". Kanda watched stupidly as his mother got up and paced towards Allen. She placed her hands around his waist, and leaned against him. They were about the same height. Both short. Her head leaned against his neck, and she sighed in content. Allen stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed awkwardly. He chuckled.

As he finished the dishes, he unhooked her arms from his waist and placed them back to her sides. He leaned against the sink, smiling softly at his mother in a polite way. Kanda's mother paced back towards her spot, picked something up, and paced back to Allen. She showed it to him.

It was a small white container. And when Allen and Kanda both realized what it was, they bristled. Kanda shot up from his seat about to make his way over when Allen snatched the bottle away from Kanda's mother. "No! This is bad for you!" Allen scolded. He tossed the container to Kanda, who threw it out the window.

"Here, I'll make mitarashi dango instead." Allen turned around and opened the box. He pulled out a stick and stuffed some of the dango on like a person would stuff a marshmallow on. "Here." He said, giving it to Kanda's mother. She took it and sat back down at the table. Allen pulled out a plate of dango and placed them on a table.

"Here." He said as he held out a stick of dango for Kanda. Kanda shook his head. "I don't like sweets." He said. Allen stared at him curiously, making Kanda's skin prickle weirdly. Allen shoved a few sticks in his mouth, and grunted. He wrote something on his paper, and he held it up for Kanda to see. It said:

Question 46:

Does your partner like sweets?

Allen scrawled in 'no'.

Kanda, unsure of what to do, nodded. He glanced back at his paper, looking for some questions. He found one. It said:

Question 52:

Does your partner like sweets?

He scrawled in 'yes' and showed it to Allen. He nodded.

They sat in silence, scanning their questions. Allen finished the plate of dango, and checked the time. "7:47," he murmured. "It's late. I'll see you tomorrow." He said as he stood up. Kanda's mother stood up and gave him a hug. She walked him towards the door. He waved before leaving. Allen closed the door as he left, and Kanda's mother stared at it, like a lost puppy. Kanda scoffed, and his mother looked back at him. She walked into the other room and closed the door. She was off to sleep in her bed, for the first time in a long time.

Kanda sat at the table, staring ahead at nothing. The Moyashi was strange. Kanda wondered why his hand was a mangled bloody red. A birth defect? With white hair? And a funny scar on his face? Kanda inwardly flinched as the pieces clicked. Allen was born different, so his parents abandoned him. A small part of him regretted making fun of him of this a while back.

"Who the fuck has white hair, except for old men?!"

Kanda flinched, remembering the memory. He shrugged it off. It wasn't like he was going to be outwardly nice to the idiot.

He stood up and clicked off the lights.

Let's leave the tough thinking to somebody else, shall we?

GAAAhhh, :dies:

And no, I wrote this at 1 in the morning, I didn't go back to check. I will regret this later when I find 2857374 grammar errors.

I am so out of tune with this story. And the characters. If Kanda seems OOC, then I'm sorry. But I did get some angsty Allen, which is a plus. ^^ I was gonna write Lavi and Lenalee's experience with their partners, but since I typed out 3000 words for Yullen, I never got around to it. Maybe in the next chapter?

Oh and I wanted to upload some stories to fanfiction a while back, but for some reason it wouldn't let me. Seriously. I tried to upload a Sherlock Holmes story but it said 'error'. That was also another problem. :P

But, anywho, I have a deviantart! You guys should really check it out, like, REALLY. I have two DGM pics, a stupid comic of Kanda having a nosebleed of Allen, and a touched up photograph. You should really check it out. My username is Kamaki-chan. ;) The link should be in my profile, I hope it works.

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