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Warning: Attempted Crack
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Allen knew it was one of those long days. He felt it the second he woke up from his nice slumber, and then realized it might indeed be one of those longs day when he finished having late breakfast; for one, he was stuck thinking what to conquer next… well, that in itself was not too bad… if he was not stuck with Kanda's glares and grumbles. The silvery white haired exorcist could not help but wonder what was eating him; however, the more Allen thought about it, the more sadistic pleasure he got from the swordsman's misery.
He let out a smirk when Kanda continuously glared at him, and nearly chuckled when he thought, 'If I knew it would be this much fun, I would've taken away soba from BaKanda a long time ago.' Despite knowing that it was rude to laugh at Kanda, especially when the swordsman is angry and there is high chance of death, Allen could not help but continued smirking. It was quite fun to see Kanda silently demanding the wall to crumble.
"Allen dear, I think you're scaring everyone away," Crown Clown pointed out with a slight sweat drop, and shook his head in dismay when he realized that his dear host was not listening to him.
The silvery white haired exorcist then let out a cough, and when he received everyone's attention, he continued, "Alright, we're gathered here today to discuss about our next move, and hopefully, we can dominate Black Order. Our last plan wasn't quite successful." At the last phrase, Allen directed a somewhat suspicious glare towards his beloved uncle, who took the time to glance up from inspecting the mirror for any defectiveness.
"What's with that look, darling nephew?" Neah responded in a deathly calm tone that sent a chill down Lavi's spines. The Noah peered at Allen, who let out a scowl in retaliation, and continued rather dramatically with his speech, "Are you suspecting me, your awesome uncle who decided to help you?"
Allen let out an uncharacteristic scoff in response, and muttered under his breath, "Well, it was your fault that it didn't work the last time. Why do you think we're trying again?"
The 14th let out a twitch at the memory before he pointed out as he flicked his bangs away from his eyes, "It certainly wasn't my fault. The ransom note I wrote was perfect; it must be the way you presented it, darling nephew. If you had done it the way I told you to, we would've already own Black Order, and would already have half the world bowing down to us."
Crown Clown glanced over to the occupants in the room, inwardly wondering if they had the same urge to hide their faces behind their hands as he did. If they did, he was positive that it would be due to exasperation and embarrassment. 'Really, even after all these years, Neah is still egoistic as ever,' the Innocence thought as he dramatically rolled his eyes. With that passing thought, Crown Clown refilled his tea - this time Darjeeling - and daintily took a sip as if he was merely a bystander in the passing arguments between Neah and Allen. It was not as if he did not care, because he truly does; but this was his tea time.
"It is so not my fault," Allen retorted with a pout and a glare. He then followed his Innocence's action and took a long sip from his afternoon tea. He nearly emptied the cup when he finished, almost spilling the remains when he placed the cup back down on its saucer. "It was your writing, or rather... what you wrote in it. Why the bloody hell did you write about the kitchen? It was a dead giveaway, even Komui-san said so," he continued.
Neah would have cooed at how adorable his darling nephew looked (pouting and all), if he was not currently having a slight disagreement with the said nephew. The Noah let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his temple, trying to carefully word his next statement so that he would not throttle the silvery white haired exorcist. Really, if it were anyone else, Neah would have already blasted the fool into the next century. But this is his darling nephew, so he could not do such horrendous deed. "Allen darling, why don't we try to figure what to do next instead of having these disagreements, hmm?" that was what the 14th decided to say.
Allen let out a huff, knowing that his uncle was right, and decided add, "Yes well, it's still not my fault," as one last time before he took another sip of tea. Once he drained his second cup of tea, he made a move to grab his all-time favorite food, and thoughtfully munched on it. He then said with a sagely nod, "Well then, I'm thinking we need to make some kind of contract and make Komui-san sign it. The contract should state that we are now the new owners of Black Order."
"Who's going to write it?" Lavi inquired as he joined in having an afternoon tea.
His question was answered when nearly everyone looked at him in response. That is, everyone except Kanda, who looked as if he wanted to leave but could not since he was tied down. Again. He had tried to escape earlier, but as per Allen's order, Crown Clown had tied him down.
"You want me to write it?" the Bookman apprentice repeated incredulously with an eyebrow raised, and then responded with a defeated sigh, "Alright, but Yuu-chan is going to be the one to deliver it."
"Why the hell should I have to partake in this stupid thing?" Kanda immediately retorted with a glare. If looks could kill, both Allen and Lavi would have been dead a thousand times over; but luckily for the two (and Kanda since Neah and Crown Clown were glaring at him in retaliation), glares could not kill anyone.
Allen let out an angelic smile and said, "BaKanda, you haven't contributed anything to this team yet. It will be greatly, greatly appreciated if you did something."
Kanda let out a string of profanities and death glares, inwardly cursing the Moyashi and Crown Clown for holding Mugen hostage. How dare they.
I might not be updating until I am done with my midterms and my 3 reports. Well, it might extend until finals are over; it all depends on my workload. Yeah, isn't school wonderful?