Disclaimer: Are you really going to make me say it again? =*(

Sorry for not updating in forever... I had summer work that i ummm... forgot? about... and then school started... so yea. Things have been busy, but I've slowly been typing up this HUGE chapter. The next chapter is going to be ALL about the Twins and Cross... hehehehehehe xD

This Chapter might need a warning. There is a lot of language because the Twins and Cross are making their appearances... so yea. You were warned.

Enjoy and Review 3 (And damn I talk a lot...)

"HeeHee, so what do we do?" Jas wondered out loud to Debi as he glanced over at Cross who had his hand covering his face as he slept on one of the couches that wasn't covered with wine bottles, debt slips, or empty cigarette boxes, "He hasn't woken up, HeeHee."

"Shhh," Debi hissed as he clamped his hand over Jas's stitched mouth, "You'll wake the damn bastard!"

"HeeHee, Sorry…" came Jas's muffled reply from behind Debi's hand.

Debi removed his hand from Jas's mouth, giving him a warning glare. He put his finger to his lips as another reminder for stealth, since Jas tended to forget things quickly, before he reached in his pocket and pulled out his golden gun, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Jas smiled his goofy smile as he followed Debi's train of thought and brought out his identical gun with a suppressed, "HeeHee!"

They both turned towards where Cross was laying, tip-toeing towards him, trying to make as little noise as possible which, even if it wasn't the Twins, was an impossible task considering the litter everywhere. The only known person said to have accomplished such a task was Allen, and that was only after numerous failed attempts.

So, as expected, Jas tripped over a wine bottle, crashing into Debi who spewed out a few choice curse words as they both fell to the ground, rolling and tumbling in a tangle of limbs and litter.

Debi finally managed to push Jas off of him and stand up, cursing and holding his side which had gotten a nice elbow dug into it and was now throbbing painfully. Jas got to his feet as well, swaying slightly as his head rocked back and forth like it had taken one to many hits.

By this point, they had made enough racket to wake the dead. Even by the Twins standards, they had been damn loud. The Twins stared at each other then back at Cross, expecting him to wake up at any moment. The Twins looked at each other again, stunned, when it seemed that Cross had been unaffected by the noise. It must have been something along the lines of minor withdraw, not wanting to get up knowing he couldn't have alcohol or cigarettes… either that or he just was a sound sleeper who didn't wake up until long after noon.

Not knowing what to do, and finding that the rolling and tumbling had brought them right next to where Cross was sleeping, they solved it the usual way. Which, being who they were, was by smiling cockily and slowly pointing their guns at Cross's head.

…

Allen's Room

…

"Allen!" Lavi sang as he barged into Allen's room, "Al-"

Lavi's words seemed to leave him as he was struck dumb by the scene before him.

Tyki was knelt down to Allen's height, tying his red bowtie for him and fixing his collar. Allen was mumbling something about how he could do it himself, looking off to the side with a slight coloring to his pale face. When Allen registered Lavi, and Kanda behind him, Allen's face turned to a mask of horror, while Tyki glared at the intruding two.

Lavi couldn't help himself; he fell to the ground in a fit of laughter. Lavi only managed to stop laughing when Kanda gave him a good kick to the gut. Lavi held his stomach in pain for a few seconds, Tyki smirking at the redhead's pain, before he got up and cleared his throat.

Allen, who had pushed away from Tyki, got a good glimpse of Lavi for the first time since he entered. His eye was black and blue and his body was littered with them as well. I mean, it wasn't unusual to see Lavi with a few black and blues, he tended to enjoy messing with the wrong people, namely Kanda, but this was a bit much. It looked like a horde of people had gone at him.

"Lavi," Allen started worriedly, his brow crinkling in thought, "What happened to you?"

"Uhhh," Lavi started nervously glancing at the floor.

"Kanda," Allen cut in before Lavi could say anything else. He glared at the Japanese man and, in a few well paced strides, was in front of him, his face evil, "It's not nice to hurt people now," Allen said chidingly.

Kanda glared down at him, "You want to start something moyashi?"

"It's Allen, Bakanda. Say it with me, AL-LEN." Allen said in a sweet condescending tone.

"Ahem," Lavi coughed to get back everyone's attention so he could explain, "It… wasn't Kanda." Lavi said slowly, almost… wishfully?

"Who was it then?" Allen asked, as he snapped back to worrying about his friend.

"Well…" Lavi started, his eyes glazing over, "I don't know everyone… there was too many… too many…" his voice trailed off.

"Whah!" Allen exclaimed surprised, "Couldn't you tell who any of them were?"

"…Well… there was… Johnny (He was saying something about how I had some nerve)… and the Earl (He was saying something about how the 14th was his)… and Road (She didn't say anything… she just had on an evil grin)… and Cyril (He was saying something about "protecting his brother's purity" *cough* "for himself" *cough*)… and General Sokaro (I think he just was there to beat somebody up)…"

*The list kept going for a few minutes since, even though Lavi had said he hadn't seen everyone, he was still a Bookman with astute senses and a very good memory*

"And… and…" Lavi finished, by this time all but crying into Allen's shoulder, "Tyki!"

Allen patted Lavi on the back consolingly, still not exactly sure of what had happened to the redhead. He shot Tyki a glare, he might not have understood the whole story but there was one thing he did understand… it was all Tyki's fault. Or well… Tyki's name had been last… so that was the one Allen actually understood.

Tyki's eyes widened in mock innocence, "Me? I never did such a thing."

Lavi snapped. He pointed his finger at Tyki accusingly and yelled in an exasperated voice, "Never did such a thing? You were leading the whole fucking thing! And," he added in a small voice, "and Johnny… can't forget Johnny… he's scary when he's mad…"

"I don't know what you're talking about, baka usagi," Kanda sneered, an evil glint in his eyes, "I didn't see a thing."

Lavi's eyes started to glisten with tears, "You meany! You were standing on the side, watching it all!" Lavi then wailed pathetically and started to cry into Allen's shoulder again, "Your fangirls/boys are mean Allen…"

"It's okay, it's okay…" Allen said consolingly.

"Yea," Tyki smirked, "Your fans are just whimper, almost like girls."

"That's because they are girls!" Lavi wailed, then stopped a pondering look on his face, "At least I think…"

…

Cross's Room

…

Right as the Twins were about to rest their guns against Cross's head, he grunted and smacked his hand out sending a surprised Debi flying.

Cross sat up and stretched his arms out above his head, yawning. He blinked a few times before he registered a disgruntled, swearing Debi sprawled out on the ground and Jas looking between Cross and where Debi had flown to in shock.

"Oi," Cross started as Debi got up and marched his way back towards Cross looking pissed, "What the hell are you filthy beings doing?"

"HeeHee, we were going to see if you were dead," Jas replied.

"By putting a fucken gun to my head?" Cross questioned dubiously as he eyed their golden guns that were gleaming mockingly in the brats (Twins) hands.

Jas smiled and nodded his head animatedly, "Yup! HeeHee!"

Debi glared at Jas and smacked him in the head with his gun, "Shut up!" he growled, "You're not suppose to tell him!"

"HeeHee, sorry," Jas whimpered as he rubbed his head.

"Are you freak shows done yet?" Cross asked indolently as he raised his hand to his mouth only to drop it dejectedly as he remembered he didn't have any cigarettes.

Debi opened his mouth to say something but then shut it violently, gritting his teeth. He turned and stalked off to the couch and plopped down, picking up the remote and clicking it viciously.

Jas and Cross just looked at him, not quite sure what to make of his little tantrum, until Debi exclaimed in annoyance, "This television is a bunch of crap! Who would want one of these anyways?"

Debi then stood up and glanced around the room, "And this place is a mess," he left out that some of it was his fault as he ranted on, "You should clean this crap up!"

Jas nodded in agreement, "HeeHee, yea. It's worse then my bed!"

Both Twins looked expectantly at Cross, smiles of triumph on their faces. Well at least on Debi's, Jas was just smiling.

"You want this room cleaned up, eh?" Cross asked, a certain note of amusement in his tone.

Debi's smile faltered, but came back as he boldly stated, "Yea, clean up this fucken mess already!"

A smile slowly crept up on the General's face. The Twins gulped as a sinking feeling seemed to engulf them, even Jas was nervous.

"So," Cross started slowly, his smile turning into a self satisfied smirk, "Clean it."

The Twins stared at him dumbfounded before they burst out laughing, falling over from the intensity of their laughs.

Finally Debi barked out between laughs, "Why the fuck would we clean your room?"

Cross just stared at the Twins, face completely even, "I said clean it."

The Twin's laughter came to a halt as they stood up and glared at Cross, "Why-"

"Clean." Cross interrupted, "Now."

Debi fumbled with words, a certain feeling of dread coming over him for saying, or even thinking of saying, "no" to Cross. Cross caught Debi's eyes and just stared long and hard at him.

Debi gritted his teeth and looked away, glancing down at the ground, "Fuck… fine."

Jas stared at Debi wide eyed and glanced from Debi to Cross. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but with a glance from Cross, shut it.

Debi bent over and started to clean, cursing under his breath about "That bastard Cross" as he crushed an empty cigarette box in his hands.

"Wait," Cross said as he threw something at the Twins making Jas drop the disfigured box of cigarettes he had found under the couch and had been holding up in the air, "Wear these."

The Twins looked at each other then opened the package. Inside was… aprons. And not just any aprons, the frilliest, gayest ones ever.

They both snapped, jumping up and pointing their guns at Cross, pure fury on both of their faces, "Why the fuck would we wear something like that you bastard!"

Cross put his hands behind his head and leaned back, an evil glint in his eyes, "For my amusement, what else?"

The Twins just stared at him both of their mouths gapping open, not able to respond directly to an answer like that. Debi snapped out of it first, "You're fucked up in the head if you think we would wear something like these," he pinched one of the aprons between his fingers and stared at it disgustedly.

"I wasn't really giving you an opinion." Cross said, a certain note to his voice that could send shivers up any one's spine. It was the tone of voice that he used to get what he wanted and nobody, NOBODY, could say no to it… it was because of fearing for your life or something.

Debi clenched his teeth as Jas stood frozen in shock, not sure what to do. Debi was practically in tears as he fully gripped the apron in his hand. He slowly put it on, giving up his pride, dignity, and manliness, for his wanting to survive without Cross doing God knows what to him.

Jas's eyes widened at seeing his brother looking so pathetic. Even more pathetic then when Road had changed Debi's shampoo with pink hair dye, or his eyeliner with a permanent green marker and Debi hadn't noticed as he put it on in the morning half asleep.

"You too, blondie." Cross said with complete triumph in his eyes.

Jas whimpered quietly but he put on the apron without a fuss. Both Twins shared a murderous glare, both radiating the same thought.

When they were done with this, they were going to kill that bastard!

…

On the way to the cafeteria

…

"So… how much candy can that buy?" Skin asked Road who was hanging from his back, her delicate hands wrapped around his neck, her feet dangling.

Road smiled her grin impossibly wide, her voice sickly sweet as she replied, "Well, it should be enough for about 20 pieces per day. That's assuming it's not the cheap stuff… which it won't be."

Skin's face scrunched up in concentration as he lifted his big hands and tried to count to twenty on only ten fingers. He frowned, confused as to why he couldn't seem to get to twenty, "That's a lot right?"

Road giggled, "Plenty," her eyes became devilish as her voice seemed to drip honey, or at least honey-coated daggers, "Enough to give me… say, 19 pieces?"

Skin's brow crinkled again… "19?" he paused, trying to think about how much that was, but his fingers failed him again. He finally just nodded and said gruffly, "Fine. But only 19."

At that moment Skin and Road entered the cafeteria where there was a certain… commotion going on.

"But Yu," Lavi said, his eyes wide, "I thought you loved strawberry cake?"

Kanda's face went dark; silence seemed to fall over the room as everyone watched. Everyone kept glancing from the samurai to the cake in front of him with worried expressions. None were really worried about what would happen to Lavi, but of what would happen to themselves when Kanda snapped… which was probably only seconds away.

Yes, everyone knew Lavi was going to be a dead rabbit in a matter of seconds, it was getting caught in the crossfire that they were all worried about.

"Yu?" Lavi asked worriedly, putting his finger out to poke the motionless Kanda.

Everyone cringed; Lavi was just pouring salt on the wound. He seemed to enjoy digging his grave bigger.

As Lavi's finger made contact with Kanda, he snapped. He stood up, the chair flying backwards and a few people with it in fear. He swept the cake violently from the table with a swift motion of his hand, sending it flying through the air.

"You… baka usagi!" Kanda roared as he pulled out Mugen and chased after an already running Lavi.

But for once, it wasn't Kanda and Lavi that everyone's eyes followed. No. It was the strawberry cake that was flying through the air in what seemed like slow motion. It arched in the air, slowly falling down and landed… right on Road and Skin who had been entering at the time.

Everyone stopped, staring in shock. Even Kanda and Lavi paused from where Kanda had Lavi pinned against the wall. Nobody knew whether to laugh or be afraid for their lives as the two stunned Noah just stood there with cake dripping down their faces.

Skin slowly reached up and wiped some icing off his cheek. He stared at his finger, confused as to how the substance had gotten there. Everyone held their breath; they knew that Skin had a violent temper. They were all thinking of what had happened to Chaoji and were thinking up who to offer for Skin to pound next.

Skin plopped his finger in his mouth, his face serious. Then his face split into a grin, "It's sweet."

Everyone was shocked and just watched as Skin began to eat the cake off his head. Komui was the first to recover from the shock.

He gasped and pointed at Skin, his voice melodramatic as he exclaimed, "You just lost the GAME!"

Nervous chuckles followed this that soon became relieved laughs. Kanda resumed beating up Lavi and everyone went back to normal. Everyone, but Road.

She finally released her grip from around Skin's neck, dropping to the ground with a thud that seemed to loud and imposing for her small size. Everyone froze again. A chill seemed to blow through the cafeteria. Everyone slowly looked at Road who had her head down, fists at her side, and was radiating a demonic aura.

"Now I only get one days worth of candy," she said slowly, all daggers now, no honey, "Do you know how many pieces that is?"

She looked up and pierced everyone, especially Kanda and Lavi who she seemed to blame the most, with a murderous glare, "19 fucking pieces!" she said softly with pure rage licking her every word.

Candles seemed to appear around her out of nowhere as she took a step forward. Everyone froze, scared for their lives. Kanda and Lavi both looked like cornered rabbits as Road stalked towards them. They both forgot about the other as they silently tried to back away as far as they could from the approaching Road.

What Road would have done to them is unknown, because at that time Allen walked towards her. His expression was determined, not afraid in the least for he knew he had nothing serious to fear from Road, as he reached out and grabbed her hand. He would do whatever he had to, to save his friends... friend?

Road stopped in shock and looked up at Allen. She blinked a few times before she broke out into a wide grin as she squealed, "Allen!"

She jumped and wrapped her arms around Allen's neck in a chokehold hug. She giggled as she nuzzled her head into Allen's shoulder, "What're you up too, Allen?"

Before Allen could answer, Tyki stalked over and pulled Road off of Allen, her complaining and kicking the whole time.

"You know you're going to end up killing him." Tyki said glaring at her as he still held her in the air.

Road pouted and crossed her arms across her chest, her feet still dangling, "I wouldn't," she whined then muttered under her breath, "He wouldn't mind anyways."

Tyki dropped her on her feet as he muttered threateningly, "Stay out of this. If anyone kills him, it's going to be me."

Allen, who had heard their conversation along with everyone else in the cafeteria, paled as his shoulders slumped. For some reason the thought of people arguing over who was going to kill him was not heart warming. Weird, right?

Without anything else said or done, he shuffled out of the cafeteria in a gloomy haze muttering under his breath about being killed.

Tyki, and Road who now had no obligation to follow Skin around, ran after him shouting for him to wait up and pushing each other out of the way.

Everyone watched in silence, not sure how to respond. Finally, everyone either sweat dropped or glared after Tyki's and Road's retreating backs, debating whether to follow. Or well, if you're Johnny, to cry for Allen to come save you in hopes that he would come back.