What is this? Am I actually updating a day after I last updated! What is this? I'm actually seriously impressed with myself, I mean, I know I had zero work left to do but I didn't expect to be able to finish a chapter in my two free periods, dude! This is crazy impressive! And this is one hell of a chapter! ... By my standards at least...

Anyway, please read and review as always~ \(o.o)/

[ July -09:38]

[I don't have my hair cut. Ever. I think it's one of the cringiest experiences someone can have. However, I believe we should all understand one simple fact. You're paying someone to cut your hair. Cut it. Half the time in the way you specifically asked it not to be cut. You're sitting there, putting your image in someone, who you have never met before this very moment, else's hands. Tragic really.

I don't understand how people enjoy it, I really don't, I mean, half the time the hairdressers act all high and mighty just because they're in charge of your image from the point you walk through those doors, to the point that you leave. That's just my first reason for hair cutting hatred. It's stupid and expensive. £25 for a 'wash and cut'. £25. You're paying £25 for them to wash your hair. Wash it. Surely I am not the only one who finds this ludicrous? £25! They're washing your hair for god's sake, why would you ever- I bet its so people feel like they're an almighty being:

"Peasant go- wash my luscious hair why don't you"

"Yes sire"

That's the scenario people think]

The sudden thumping on the front door causing Allen to not only choke on his breath but also jump with such force his laptop almost reached the other side of the sofa. Tim was up and by the door before he could get his breath back, he knew Kanda wouldn't take the text well but he didn't mean for him to take it all out on his front door. What had the door done to him? Nothing. It was a good door.

Allen swung himself round and stretched till his feet met the coffee table; he placed them on the floor and closed the lid of his laptop. His laptop… mid blog. Kanda was outside thumping the shit out of his lovely door. Laptop mid blog. Shit. Allen felt a small panic grip his stomach, oxygen getting slightly harder to breathe in as he stood on the spot. Eyes darting to the door, then the closed laptop, mouth open and closing, a vain attempt to talk himself down.

"Allen, Allen, Allen, calm down. Calm down, this is nothing. It's nothing. Just a minor blip, no worries." He scrubbed at his eyes and ran his hands over his head, down the back and let them rest round his neck, fingers laced. "We'll be fine, just place the laptop under the coffee table, yeah. Genius…" Allen had always done it, narrated himself when extremely nervous. It was nothing new to him; Tim was used to it too. "Alright! Hidden from all prying eyes! Now all I have to-"The buzzing in his pocket caused him to stop mid-sentence, fishing through his pocket he pulled out his phone and opened the text message

[Open this god damn door you tiny muscle deprived shrimp.]

"He has such a way with words Tim" Tim just looked up from his position next to the door, pawing at it every now and again. "I honestly don't know what you see in him Timothy" The thump on the door caused Allen irritation levels to spike a bit more than they really should have. He reached the door at an inhuman speed and whipped it open at such speed that he felt a twinge ripple through his arm muscle. He wouldn't let it show.

"Sorry, I'm not interest in buying anything" He attempted to slam the door but a foot was quickly wedged through it along with a strong grip on the doors handle from the other side.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious. Pure comedy potential right here. Now let me in." Without any form of agreement from the whitette, he strode in the house, directed himself into the longue and placed himself on the sofa.

"Oh yes please do come in" He drawled out as he closed the door. Allen was strongly aware that Kanda had chosen the spot he was sat in moments before, in front the coffee table, in front the laptop. He felt his panic return with a vengeance. Thank god Tim was there to guard it, cleverly keeping Kanda occupied with his playful tactics. Tim was always a good cat.

"So… did you actually get any 'work' done at home yesterday?"

"Nope." Allen felt his anger rising, like it always did when he was around the long haired man.

"Uh-huh. Right. Why not?"

"I went home a slept"

"Uh-huh. Of course you did" Went home and blog updated, his brain screamed at him. If only his brain would say it out loud, not in his head, then life would be SO much easier. "Do you have your rough?"

"My rough copy? Hmmm… Oh, you mean my work? Of course I do" Allen couldn't help but laugh to himself, it seemed someone was still sore from the day before. It was at this moment that Allen realised a very important piece of information his brain hadn't registered until now. He was doing his English Half term assignment with Kanda on a computer- Allen's laptop, to be more precise, the very laptop that was hidden under his coffee table. He could have kicked himself.

"So, seeing as you slept yesterday, you're in charge of tea and coffee making. Oh, or would that be too hard for you?" He watched as Kanda's face lowered and he could see the wrinkles his furrowed eyebrows where causing on his forehead.

"Tch." Kanda got up and left quicker than he thought he would have. Some people were just too easy to manipulate.

Allen waited until Kanda had gone through the doorway leading to the kitchen, then he leapt over the sofa, landing rather painful on the cushions and whipped his laptop from underneath the table. He released the breath he hadn't known he was holding and Tim looked up from his place on Kanda's jacket.

"Tim… you're such a traitor…" Allen rolled his eyes as his cat buried his head in his paws, totally uninterested. Allen opened his laptop and waited anxiously as the laptop took it's time loading his previous pages back up. He strained his ears and could just make out the familiar sound of the kettle rumbling. He smiled to himself

"I'll have tea with three sugars please…" He held the 'e' just to add that little more annoyance

"Wait, I'm making you one? What am I? A slave?"

"If you want but make sure it's three sugars not two. Two taste like crap, three's the good stuff"

"I bet your dentist loves you" Allen heard him grumble, he smiled even wider when he saw that the blog had re-loaded… maybe just a little more, then he'd load up word. He quickly found his previous place in the blog.

[That's the scenario people think they'll meet when they order a 'wash and cut'. I bet you anything, it's the only reason they'll pay £25 (!) to have one.

And when you do have one- Oh so cringey! They lay you down on some leather lounge chair and you place you head in this sink that's been mutated so you can rest you head on it. Picture it- Head leant back; rest on porcelain sink… sounds lovely doesn't it. Oh lord, then they get your hair wet and start washing it, continuingly asking you if you're comfy. Sounding like if you weren't then that's it, their life is over. It's so desperate that no matter how uncomfortable you are, you still find yourself saying:

"Oh it's fine thank you"

When really your neck is aching so bad your worried it might permanently stay in that position, but the hairdressers aren't finished there, oh no. They carry on the barrage of questions asking you what you do for a living and if you say you're a student, it doesn't stop there, you'd be too lucky if they stopped there. They kneed the shampoo, which smells worryingly like the science lab from school, into your hair while asking you what lessons you take and then how their life is so much better. Seriously, don't get tricked by them, they don't care about your life, they just want to banter on about there's.

So you're sat there, almost certain your necks about to seizure and then the hairdressers whack out their special]

"This tastes like utter shite, how can anyone have three sugars? One – acceptable, anything else, it's not tea, its gopin'"

Allen, in a panicked frenzy clicked the red 'x' in the top corner of the blogs page, cursing as he did. He'd meant to press the minimise button so he could get back to it but now, now he'd have to find his place and everything. He gently closed the laptop lid, very aware of how stiff his shoulders felt, turning around so he could take his tea from Kanda.

"It's great; sugar is god's greatest creation. Fact."

Kanda just rolled his eyes and sat next to a dozing Tim; he reached out and patted the cats head, smirking as he jumped at the contact. Tim looked up at Kanda, sniffing at the strange smell from the cup he was holding. When Kanda bought the cup lower to his lap Tim got up to investigate. Kanda looked down at the golden cat, moving his hand so the coffee was right under Tim's nose, he watched as the cat sniffed; face getting closer as he did so.

"Don't feed the cat coffee idiot"

"You can't 'feed' a drink retard." Kanda heard the all too familiar 'Argh.' His eyes returned to Tim as he smirked at both the owners and the cat's reactions. Tim's ears went back and he placed himself back on his jacket.

"Do you ever cut your hair?" Kanda looked up from the rim of his mug, eyebrow raised in a silent question.

"Your hairs like, longer than lenalee's, does it ever get cut?"

"Why would I tell you that? He watched Allen's eyebrows knit together as he sipped some more of his coffee; Allen had already drained all his.

"I just wanna get to know you better, is all?"

"You sound like a woman."

"Argh, I'm trying to be friendly here, stop ruining it." He was rubbing at his eyes, leaning back into the sofa

"I hate the hairdressers" Kanda replied, sighing as he leant forward placing the empty mug on the coffee tables surface.

"Why" Allen was watching him, like, really watching him. Analysing every move he made and it was really starting to eat away at Kanda's patience.

"Because it's a shop full with overly chatty women who find my hair extremely fascinating, asking me what conditioner I use or how I get it to get shiny-"

"-It is shiny-"

"-and it really gets on my nerves." He finished through grit teeth and a heavy glare it the whitettes direction.

"That's it?"

"What do you mean 'that's it'? Have you ever had a hairdresser bombarded you with stupid petty questions?"

"Well… No, not really. My hairs in relatively bad shape and I'm not naturally this white so, they don't really care…" Allen focused his attention on the laptop that was burning its way through his legs. Why did laptops get so hot? It was actually burning the skin underneath his jeans. And it hurt.

"Tch. It's so fucking annoying so I don't go anymore. End off."

"Put the cups in the kitchen, would ya?" He smiled his winning smile at Kanda's raised eyebrow and his brain 'Whoop'ed in his head as Kanda actually got up to do so.

" Tch whatever"

Allen once again waited and as soon as Kanda passed through the kitchen doorway the laptop was open and Allen was blogging once again.

[So you're sat there, almost certain your necks about to seizure and then the hairdressers whack out their special trick, guaranteed to please the customer. At least, that's what they're told by the manager. They start doing some tribal massage shit on your head. They massage your head. Cringe, cringe, cingey Mc cringerwits. It's so hideous you actually have to force your body not to cringe of the lounger seat. Why? Why do it to people you're conning money out of?

So after the traumatic hair washing/tribal massage they sit you down and get all the haircutting equipment ready. Scissors. They take so long you start wondering if they've gone out back to retrieve the lawn mower. But it doesn't stop at the scissors. Oh no. They have the cheek to ask if you want your hair re dyed. Re dyed? It was never bloody dyed in the first place! What are they on? It's your natural hair colour. Retard! Argh.

"Oh um, no thank you"

They have a strange power over people, hairdressers, there's just something about them that makes you unable to shout, scream, kick or yell at them. Mystical power if ever I've seen one. Impressive. Another thing they do, ask if you want a drink. A drink… while they cut your hair… makes perfect sense. Pfft yeah right, answer me this- How do you drink a hot drink while having a stranger cut your hair? You lean forwards to grab it and BAM, lopsided haircut. Wait till haircut's finished BANG gone cold. You can't win. But you can't say no, they don't let you.

"Want a drink?"

"Oh no thank you"

"Are you sure"

"Umm… yes I'm sure thank you…"

[2 minute wait]

"Certain I can't get you a drink"

"…Oh go on then…"

You just cannot win with these people. Mystical powers, I tell you now]

Kanda was about to insult Allen from his spot at the doorway but then he noticed the whitette was on the laptop, and by the looks of his facial reactions, he wasn't doing anything educational on it. He raised his eyebrow out of habit and pushed himself off the doorframe.

"You should really be firing up Word, not doing whatever it is you're doing. I want to leave as soon as possible." He felt his interest spike when he watched Allen's reaction. He slowly sat on the sofa and watched. He was breathing weird, shuddered, a little panicky almost? He was rapidly clicking the mouse of his laptop, frantically… and he had a guilty look about him. Kanda really wanted to know now. Instead, he dug through his bag and pulled out an incredibly wrinkled sheet of paper, on it was the work he'd done at home. Of course he wouldn't openly admit he'd done it, he had a reputation to uphold after all.

At the noise of rumpled paper Tim cringed. It was such a horrible sound when your hearing was insanely amazing. Tim was proud to mentally state that his hearing was able to hear 1.6 octaves higher than his slave and Kanda. Oh yeah, Tim was awesome and not afraid to show it. So anyway, paper sounded hideous to Tim and Kanda was pulling and flattening it, which sounded awful. What did Tim do? He meowed to make it stop of course.

"What did you do to Tim Kanda!"

"Nothing! He just meowed, chill"

"I will not 'chill'!" Allen placed the laptop down; the blog closed forever, and scooped Tim up, walking in the direction of the kitchen.

"You can't go an' kick him out, he only-"

"-I'm not you idiot, he's hungry and I'm feeding him. Why don't you be productive and start typing your section up" Allen had his back turned so he missed Kanda's smirk at the suggestion. Tim however was pleased at his reaction; he was never one to complain about extra meals so he rubbed his head against Allen's shoulder in a small thank you manner.

Kanda opened the laptop lid, loaded the internet and clicked on Allen's history. Not knowing what he would find he was surprised at what he found. One website continuously re-loaded. Kanda couldn't control his eyebrow as it raised and his lips turned in a light smirk.

"All he needed was a little food and now he's- What are you doing!"

"Hmm?" Kanda turned his head in Allen's direction but made sure to keep his eyes on the screen.

"You-You should be- why are you- oh my god." Allen sank to the floor so when Kanda actually looked in his direction he had to actually stand to see him.

"I never knew you had such an interesting hobby-"

"-you should have been on Word! We should have stuck to paper" He all but cried, "Go on, and get on with it"

"Get on with what?"

"Your snarky comments, let's have 'em" Allen rose from his crouch on the floor and sat on the arm of his sofa

"Why would I-"

"-I mean, now you know, I have to do whatever you say 'cause now you know I think you're so almighty-

"You think I'm almighty?" Allen saw that Kanda was almost cringing at the thought; he rolled his eyes at the action.

"Obviously, I mean I read your blog so you-"

"My blog? Wait you think I…" Kanda stopped mid -sentence as he smirked. "You think I write them?" Allen looked up at the vague surprise Kanda's voice held.

"Wait… your implying that you…. Don't?" Kanda seemed amused at the thought as he snorted at the idea

"Hell no"

"Then how do you..."

"Know what it is?"

"Yeah, how do you-"

"-One was on the college homepage, I read it, then just kind of… read another"

"Ah."

"Yeah.. You thought I wrote them" He was laughing now, not a normal laugh through, it was supressed making it come out it short clumps. Allen found himself unable to speak

"But you don't like hairdressers…" Kanda's eyebrows furrowed for a second but then he seemed to make the link to the prior conversation and yesterday's update.

"Loads of people don't like them. Lenalee doesn't like them; does that make her the blogger?"

"Ye-well No… I dunno. She doesn't like them?"

"Not since she asked for her split and to be cut off and came home with a bob" Kanda started at the coffee table as he seemed to remember the memory, smirking in amusement every now and again. "She went ape-shit," He sighed "She wouldn't let it go for weeks…" Allen slid from the arm to the actual cushions of the sofa, brain completely frazzled.

"So if it isn't you… who is it?"

"Why do you wanna find out so bad anyway?"

"I dunno" Why did he want to know? He'd been doing it for so long he'd forgotten why he wanted to know in the first place. He pulled his laptop from the coffee table and opened Word. "I guess it was a way to kill time, I don't remember anymore."

"Did you have any other people?"

"Wha'-"

"Potential bloggers?"

"Oh, a few… why?"

"No reason, just interested"

Allen felt himself raise an eyebrow, perfect mirror of Kanda's, confused, and he felt himself ask, "What are you saying?"

"I'm not saying anything, c'mon, let's just do this essay I wanna get home" Allen rubbed his temples at Kanda's sudden urge to do coursework but he let it slide. His brain was way too frazzled to attempt to figure out Kanda of all people. He sighed as he handed his laptop over to the man.

"Coffee" Allen knew that Kanda's grunt was an affirmative and he dragged himself to the kitchen to make himself a tea. It seemed he'd be spending the next few nights re-conferring his blogger notes… he'll make his tea with five sugars this time. He needed the extra energy.