Naomi: Hi, I was taking a break because everything I wrote made my eyes bleed and my fingers beg to be cut off.... Anyways, ansty me has taken a vacation and happy-go-lucky me is on the go one again. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Hugs and kisses readers, do I get a holiday review?

P.s. Just a little adventure with Allen and a day at work with DUH DUH DUNNNN Cross Marian. Heh, he has a girly last name... -is shot by sniper- ...also a featured guest is Lavi... -dies thinking 'could this count as an omake?'- Also there will be a second part for Kanda.

IMPORTANT!! Allen still has his scar, BUT it doesn't look like a burn. More like thin wavey lines colored lilac running up and down his arm. I'll explain later, HE IS NOT EMO!!

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There goes another noble alarm clock. Smashed during the call of duty by the one it served. Obviously, Allen Walker was not a morning person. He was more of a not wake up at all person, but then again Lenalee promise him a strawberry chiffon cake with her special milk tea if he was on time for work. Ah, Lenalee Lee was the ideal housewife. Too bad her brother was a raging psycho with a sister complex bigger than the ever expanding universe. How is that possible, you ask. We're talking about Komui Lee. If it involves his sister, anything is possible.

Allen grunted as he threw his sheets off and the cool morning air hit his bare feet. He would have worn socks, but he would just kick them off anyways. He began his morning ritual of push-ups, pull-ups(he installed a bar in his bedroom, please remember this for future reference), and prayer to Mana, his deceased father.

He flipped on the power for his iHome and played his morning music as he stripped for a shower. Morning showers are always great.

Jerk It Out by Caesars

That's right, Allen takes a shower to this song every morning. And he loves it.

"And you jerk it out," he sings along in the shower. "Cause it's easy once you know how it's done and you can't stop now its already begun, you feel it running through your bones and you jerk it out!!"

After his practice rehearsal for Europe's Got Talent(American Idol can go %$#& themselves), he dressed in his intern uniform. A respectable white shirt and red tie in black dress pants and polished dress shoes. All ironed to pristine creases. An English gentleman is always presentable. That's why they're gentleman.

Downstairs his coffee was already ready thanks to his birthday present from Lavi. An automatic coffee maker, just set the alarm and put in the coffee the day before and bata bing bata boom, you got coffee.

Mrow!!

"Oh, good morning Tim. Sorry I was out all day yesterday. But you were a good boy, weren't you?"

The gold cat purred his delight in pleasing his temporary master. His last master was always out and if he was home, he was drunk, getting drunk, or banging someone while drunk. Oh woe is the fate of Timcampy.

Allen ate bran cereal, his doctor said to cut back on the meats and sweets, and fed Tim his Meow Mix. It was nice to have company even if it was a cat. Although he could think of a certain someone who he would much rather eat than this disgusting cereal. Mm, Yuu. Ah, the flavor of his Japanese treat was both mysterious and obvious. Such a sensual sensation should be illegal.

Looking at the clock with dreamy eyes, he realized something. The minute hand was on the three and the hour hand on the eight...8:15. He was gonna be late.

"Shite!!"

Allen grabbed his coat and bolted out the door.

Almost there.... Just a little more.... And..I'm..

"Sorry, Allen. You're late again."

"Damn it," Allen mumbled.

"Oh Moyashi-chan, don't worry. The cake won't go to waste. I'll eat it, right Lenalee-chan?"

"Lavi!! Don't tease Allen. He was only three minutes late so he can have some."

"Really Lenalee?" Allen begged. "I can still have some?"

"Yeah, but only some."

Allen was relieved. He hated the office lunches here and he never had time to go get lunch. Even though Lenalee was only one year older, she was already a major player in the music corporation. Oops, I forgot to mention. Cross & Company was a big music productions agency. No one became a star without passing through their doors at least once. Allen was working on becoming a song writer and already played fluently the piano, but his compositions never really could be matched with lyrics.

Lenalee was a recording assistant. She worked the machines that filter all the mistakes that the mixers and musicians don't catch themselves and Lavi. Well, Lavi is the book keeper and sets appointments for the bands and musicians to meet with our producers. Allen's wonderful job or maybe not so much is to get coffee. And donuts. And anything else his superiors need.

"Hey, Idiot Intern." Well speak of the devil. Cross walked briskly past the white haired teen. Allen shot up to avoid being stepped on and followed Cross at his heels.

"I need my black coffee asap, mixing machine number #009868 is broken and you will have it fixed by the 12:15 appointment with the new clients, I have a date with JeLo tonight and need a reservation at that french restaurant and my clothes need to be picked up. If I find a hair on my suit, I will fire your ass. You got that? Good. Do I need to repeat myself? I didn't think so."

"Your coffee is on your desk, the machanic for the mixer is already working on it, the reservation is set for 6:45 and your clothes are in the dressing room and I checked them three times. Closet #19."

Cross left Allen outside in the hallway. "You're getting better," he smirked before closing he door.

"Oi, Boss Cross. What about the business meeting you set for me. You know. I won that bet and you promised to-."

"They cancelled."

That was the last thing he wanted to hear. Cancelled. His chance. Totally gone.

"You can take the day off. There's this new intern I wanna break in," Cross said from the otherside of the door.

Allen shuddered at the memory of his first days here. Such terrible memories. Buthaving the day off was a plus.

"Your not being paid whle your gone. If you leave, its your own time."

I knew there was a catch.

Allen decided to stay at work. Living alone was not the easiest thing to do when you're so young. Anyways....if he searched hard enough he could find a loop hole and this could count as overtime which paid double(and lets give it up for black Allen).

Naomi: Let's turn back the clock to this morning and see what Kanda was doing.

It was the 8:30 in the morning and Kanda was already wide awake. He was in his backyard practicing kendo, otherwise known as Japanese swordplay. Sweat rolled on his bare chest like Allen's hands. His health was always his main priority. And he was still a bit ticked off by the fact Allen left him for his job. Stupid Moyashi.

Inside, he decided to clean the house. Moyashi was coming back this evening, so might as well have it nice looking. Kanda felt a stirring in stomach. A growing heat. Allen was coming over. And he promised. Promised to try again. God, he felt like such a slut thinking of Walker in such a sexual way. Allen was his type of guy. A lithe, muscular body like a jungle cat's and silver pools of sexiness that he willingly drowned in whenever Kanda was given the chance.

He took a quick, icy shower. Thinking of Allen was not something he would do alone. With the actual person coming soon enough, he didn't want to be tired. Quite the opposite, he wanted to be as on fire and needy as he could get his body to be. Heh, that's why he had, THE CLOSET(the contents of which cannot be disclosed on this fanfiction because the author is positive that she would be arrested by several different countries and executed by the Vatican for how explicit it is). Behind the paper doors and silky kimonos(or yukata if he wants to be manly, its still a bathrobe to me), Kanda was the dirtiest human being God ever was tricked to be let to live on Earth. In other words, Kanda was pretty sure Satan tricked God into letting me be born.

Naomi: Yeah, Kanda has to wait a little bit longer to lose his virginessness......??? Ahem, moving on. Just a filler I guess. Not really moving the sory along. Just being a smut-stopping-biotch just to screw with all your I love you guys!!