I finally updated this story! :

It's not as funny, I think, but I tried to put some humour into it while trying to fit a teeny bit of Yullen. It was kind of random Yullen, but I put it in anyway. I had to put it, or else there would be no Yullen. And that's what the story's plot revolves around, along with music.

Kari of Shadow: I can play the 14th's Lullaby too. 8D

I don't use the "Reply to review" thing. I probably will though. Maybe.

DX I think I'm losing the humour after reading On the Sidewalk Bleeding by Evan Hunter, The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe, and The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs..

Angst is taking over, so I'll probably be starting a new angsty fanfic and updating "Walk on Water".

Oh, and for the "Blah blah blah" Klaud is saying, it means she's just saying other stuff; I was too lazy to type it all out.

Chapter 3

Allen's hands shook as he read the letter.

He had been accepted.

Oh, crap.

The reason for this sudden "Oh, crap" was that the school claimed that all of its teachers were "understanding" and "great" and all of those wonderful teacher qualities that no one had all of. But Allen knew this wasn't true.

After all, Cross was there.

He was neither understanding nor great; he was a stuck-up womanizing drunk idiot, who, despite his aptitude for calm music, punished people with physical force, including a hammer as one of those violent methods.

So if the Black Order Academy called that understanding..

Allen wasn't sure what to think.

--

Kanda looked in satisfaction at the letter, smirking. He had been accepted.

The phone rang, and Kanda picked it up, muttering a bored, "Hello?".

"Oiiii, Yuu-chan, I GOT ACCEPTED!" Lavi yelled into the phone.

"Shut up, my ears are bleeding.." Kanda replied, sarcasm evident.

"Really?"

"No, you gullible imbecile. Besides, I got in too. Oh, joy. You're going to be there."

"Right! And you're going to love every minute of your life with me in it! Isn't that just purely awesomeness-"

"Kindly shut up, or I'll come and bash your head into a wall," Kanda threatened.

"I know you won't, 'cause you're my bestest ever friend in the world!" Lavi said back enthusiastically.

Kanda promptly hung up on the redhead.

That took care of it. Why didn't he think of that before?

And once again, the phone was ringing. Damn Lavi.

-- (days later after reaching Black Order Academy)

Allen sat in class patiently, waiting for the teacher. To his utter relief and happiness, the teacher wasn't Cross. But it was somebody else that could equal him- Klaud Nine.

His day was getting worse, after he accidentally dropped his heavy textbook on someone's tiny foot, namely Lenalee, and Komui had come after him with the intent to kill. She had to go to the infirmary later on.

Klaud slammed her hand down on the desk forcefully, catching the attention of the students. "My name is Klaud Nine; call me Ms. Klaud. Ms. Nine makes me feel old, and if you call me that, please don't come crying to me if you find a monkey harassing you," she stated.

An odd silence fell over the students.

"And on no condition will you ask me about my face, or I will send you personally to Mr. Cross," she added.

Allen could've sworn he heard a few people swallow nervously.

"Now, time to resume class! I will be taking attendance," Klaud said, smiling unusually cheerily. "Anastasia Millington, Allen Walker, blah blah blah.."

Allen raised his hand and put it back down, feeling tired after running a few laps around campus from Komui.

"Basically, I will be teaching all of you about music," Klaud said. She tapped on the blackboard, which had lines running over it. "I hope you know at least these terms and your intervals, augmented, diminished, minor, perfect, and major. This is your pre-test."

A chatter rose up from the students as they exchanged remarks about whether they knew that or not as she handed them out.

After thoroughly skimming through the test, Kanda raised his hand. "Ms. Klaud," he spat out. "I know all of this. I'm done."

"Impressive, but you have made the line of this sharp too short and it should be longer," she commented, pointing to a sharp in the key signature for A major.

Kanda growled, but he lengthened the line.

"Also, the double flat should be a little farther apart, so it doesn't look like they are touching, even if they're not."

"Ms. Klaud, I believe these are all..unneccessary things. The flats in the double flat are not touching, as you said, so there is no problem," he ground out.

"But here, at the Black Order Academy, we pursue perfection. Such things cannot be trifled with," she retorted. "As for talking back to the teacher, Kanda, you will spend your afternoon break in this classroom to reflect on this."

Stupid teacher.There's clearly nothing wrong with all of these!

"And do not insult me in your mind, as I can read you like an open book."

Che.

Klaud walked away, swiping the test off his desk. "Besides all of those little things, your answers are perfect. But Allen has done better, still. He has done them all to perfection."

Allen grinned triumphantly at him.

Kanda scowled. The moyashi was such a brat, basking in the praise of Ms. Klaud.

Stupid perfection-whatever-the-school-called-it.

"On behalf of Principal Komui's request, you have an assignment. This is to do a duet with someone else. I've already chosen your partners, so don't complain or you can go see Mr. Cross and explain to him," she said.

"But-" A boy started.

"To Mr. Cross," and Klaud kicked the poor boy out the door.

A girl stifled a giggle. "You too," and she was kicked out the door too.

No one said anything or moved.

"Those two, strangely, are partners for the assignment. How..ironic. I'll be saying the names; listen..blah blah blah.."

"Kanda Yuu and Allen Walker, blah blah.."

"What?!" Kanda and Allen yelled in surprise

"Jinx!" whispered Road under her breath, giggling.

"To Cross you go," Klaud muttered, rolling her visible eye and sending them out the door.

--

A figure swept towards them and grabbed them by their collars. The figure dragged them away in the direction of Cross's office.

As soon as the white-haired teen realized this, the blood left his face.

"Moyashi, you look like you've just seen a ghost," Kanda remarked.

"S-shut up, you don't know Cross, idiot."

"You sound scared."

"I-I am."

"Che, what a chicken."

Allen didn't say another word as the figure in black robes dropped them off at a mahogany door. It swung open to reveal the previous girl and boy knocked out against a wall.

Now Allen panicked.

A deep, rich voice rang out clearly. "Well, who is it now? Idiot apprentice?" Cross drawled. "And the she-man?"

"Shut up, you pervert," snapped the long-haired Japanese teen. The other shrank back at the smell of alcohol and smoke that lingered heavily in the air.

"You dare to stand up against me? I don't normally hit women, but I'll make an exception for you."

"Lovely, I can hit you back then." And before Cross could shoot off a string of insults, he smashed his knuckles into Cross's cheek, sending him flying into the wall before crumpling to the ground.

Allen looked very much like the person in 'The Scream' by Edvard Munch, and all the colour seemed to have drained from his face, rendering it a deathly white.

"Stop overreacting, it looks stupid."

"O-okay.." He fidgeted uncomfortably under the intense gaze, averting his stormy grey eyes.

Kanda sighed, and using his index finger and thumb, he pulled both of Allen's cheeks. "Idiot.."

Allen tried to speak, but he only managed to gabble out some incoherent words and noises as Kanda pulled his cheeks even more.

The Japanese teen's lips twitched up for a moment.

Allen's heart thumped.

Then Kanda let go of his cheeks. "Come on, moyashi, let's get going."

He said 'let's'…

"Okay!" A feeling of delight washed over him, and he stopped to savour that feeling, one he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I said to get going, moyashi. Stop standing there like a dazed fool."

"I'm not a-"

"Yeah, you're a beansprout. Hurry up."

"Wait, I'll get lost.."

"Hurry up!"

Anyways, I hoped you liked this chapter!

Warning: I'm a procrastinator, and I'm very lazy, and I have a lot of homework. And I have the youth orchestra, flute, piano, and Chinese, so it's hard to find time. D: And I'm not a prodigy. Not at all. -- Forgot to do Chinese homework two times in a row, got lost and didn't play for nearly half a page or two for the orchestra..blah blah blah. I'm sure you don't want to listen to my ramblings.

Review? :3