Author's note: I just realized, although how sad this may seem: I turned twelve last year... . My sister had been calling me 6 since my 7th birthday, so I've stopped keeping track of my age... Sorry, I'm 12... . I feel slow now for not knowing my own age. Badee Badaa Doo is the thirtieth person to review~!

Timcampyco – Your welcome?

MnMsRoKaNdPoKeRpAiR – Thank you very much for pointing that out. Being the little creep I am, I probably would have never noticed... Thanks...

Vault1412 – Awesome. And as I said in the beginning of the author's note, apparently I'm 12... I forgot to keep track of my own age since my sis has been calling me 6 for a long while now.

Badee Badaa Doo – Haha, thanks. I don't act young, do I? I once had someone online think I was in my twenties for my style of writing things, I guess I'll take that as a compliment.

Ah, Hell.

"For all the new kids here. I am Mr. Reever, you may call me that, and only that." A blonde man said, he was at the front of the class. Allen sighed, Komui's class hadn't been that... fun, to say the least. All Komui would do was drone on and on about the rules of his classroom, and occasionally someone would talk to 'his precious Lenalee' and he would flip out on them.

Unfortunately, Allen only remembered to listen to the first sentence to come out of the older man's mouth. Allen just sat there during the class, not really paying attention, yet not daydreaming.

"Mr. Walker?" Reever asked a few seconds after the bell rang for next class. "Mr. Walker?" He nonchalantly asked the white haired boy. After asking a third time, Allen snapped out of his trance, earning a confused look from the tall blonde man.

"Mr. Walker, you know the bell rang right?" Reever asked, a shocked 'eh' came from the boys mouth.

"No. Sorry, sir. I hadn't realized that, thank you very much." Allen said, gathering his things and leaving.

Thank you.

Hmpf.

Didn't you hear me? I said thank you. Your supposed to say 'your welcome.'

Fine. Your... Welcome.

Allen smiled when the Crowned Clown forced himself to reply nicely.

Very good.

Asshole.

Allen realized he had stopped, after finishing his small chat with the Clown in his head, the boy finish walking out of the room.

Reever sat at his desk, after he had pointed out the kid could go back to the dorms, the boy suddenly stopped after walking a few feet away from the door. Reever was about to ask the boy why he stopped, but the boy had disappeared when he looked up once more. He's a strange one... He looked like he was trying to talk to someone... But no words came out of his mouth? What does that mean? Reever thought, nonchalantly worrying about his new student.

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"Today is Friday isn't it?" Allen muttered to himself unhappily. Today was the day he started work at the bar. Oh, how he was going to loath having Kanda kill him of the smell of alcohol.

"What happens on Fridays, Allen?" Lavi asked, Allen still couldn't figure out where the redhead had come from. Nobody was in the room when Allen had got back.

"Work, that's what happens on Fridays." Allen irritatedly shot back.

"Well, someone needs to calm down. Where's your job? Didn't you say that you were going to try and get a job at a bar?" Lavi asked, quickly coming up with new questions to shot at the boy, "You do know your underage right? You shouldn't even be near a bar." Lavi said, finally halting his questions so the boy could answer.

"Uh... Anita's bar, obviously at the bar I was talking about, and um... Yes I know I'm underage. Anita said it was for Cross." Allen answered awkwardly, "I would tell you not to tell Kanda, but he'll probably smell the alcohol anyway. Just a waste of breath." Allen ended the small interrogation.

"Seriously? Who is Cross? Why can you get a job at a bar because of him?" Lavi said, thinking up more questions to throw at Allen.

"I'll be taking my leave now." Allen rudely interrupted Lavi's questioning session. Right as Lavi was about to say something, Allen left the room.

"I can't believe it." Lavi growled, He won't answer my questioning... "How the hell did he get a job at A BAR?" Lavi shouted to no one in particular. I'll have to follow him there sometime. Maybe see what he does there. Bartender or what? Lavi deviously thought up all the ways he could track down the boy to find the answers to his questions.

"Che. He got a job at the bar?" Kanda asked, staring at Lavi, who in turn was lying on Allen's bed completely sprawled over it. Although, Kanda may have been inquiring about Lavi's statement, it sounded more like a statement coming from the Asian male.

"Yeah. I got one answer though." Lavi started, "He knows he's underage," Lavi said seriously, as if that was the only news he had gotten from the boy known as Allen. "Actually, the information was that it's 'Anita's Bar'." Lavi added right as Mugen was about to pierce his lungs, stopping the sword mid slice.

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"So, this is the machine that pours beers, as you can hopefully see, there are different nozzles for different brands and types of alcohol. And to make special drinks is his job-" Anita stopped to point at a man also behind the bar. "-And so you won't have to worry about that. And what did you say you could do for the midnight show?" Anita continued her previous statement.

"I can play the piano and I also worked as a clown once..." Allen said, trying to remember all Anita said to him, so he wouldn't completely fail at this job. "I can only work after 5p.m. each day, and I can do midnight shows whenever you need me too." The white haired boy added.

"Okay, so you'll do entertainment all the time and piano if we have it already." Anita clarified with the boy.

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Daku: Please review.

Hasu: … I got nothing to say since Daku doesn't either...

Umm... So I really didn't know how to write this chapter, since I've never been in a bar, and I'm bad at school. Except language arts, I've got that one covered.

Also, this is kinda important. My mother has decided she hates me being alone in my room for long periods of time. So I'm screwed, I may not get chapters out as fast as I have been, sorry about that. I will still try to work hard and get a chapter a day, but if I miss a couples days/chapters, you'll know why.

This chapter was written while listening to Little Kuriboh's 'Leather pants'. He's on YouTube. You should go look up his songs... Their amazingly/depressingly awesome.

"I don't like vinyls, or genos(Lol, spelling error) or briefs.

I am a criminal and he is a thief.

Cus we're both HOT!

Hot, hot we are quite sexy.

Marik, that doesn't rhyme!

SHUT UP I AM LADY GAGA!"