A/N: All heights and statistics are fictional! FICTIONAL! XP

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Allen sniffed, smelling the scent of frying food in the air. He moaned, opening his eyes blearily and clutching his dizzy head. "Where… am I?"

"Eat up, kid." Allen was sitting in a booth in a fast-food restaurant and turned to see Lavi munching away on a hamburger. He looked down and saw his very own tray laden with a burger, fries, and a soda. Next to Lavi sat Kanda, who bit at the plastic straw in his mouth. The samurai glared and took another swig of Coke.

Without another word, Allen dug in furiously to his food while Lavi and Kanda stared. In three and a half minutes, five dollar's worth of food vanished.

Allen sighed, wiping his mouth. "Um, are you going to finish that?" He asked Kanda, noticing the burger he hadn't touched yet. The samurai grimaced and tossed the white-haired boy his food. He had lost quite a bit of his appetite.

Lavi slowly took a bite. "Um, want some more fries, Allen?"

"Sure!" SWOOSH. No more fries for Lavi, the poor boy.

Kanda picked up a fry and chewed, or more correctly, annihilated it with his molars. "Where the hell did all that food just go, fucking Moyashi?"

"I ate it."

"No fucking way."

"Well, I did! I have a metabolic disorder where my body uses up the calories I consume nearly four times as fast as normal so I need to eat more than most people." Allen finished Kanda's burger. "You want those fries?"

"You're such a shrimp, how can you eat so much?!" The samurai tried to take another fry, but had to withdraw in order to avoid getting his fingers eaten by Allen.

"Shut up!" Allen munched, enjoying how the crispy taste of potato was augmented by the flavor of revenge.

"You prick, I wanted those fries!" Kanda looked venomous. He rubbed his temples. He'd pick something up at the convenience store later. The faster that bastard Moyashi finished up, the faster he'd get back to his room and violin. "You know, Moyashi, no matter how much you eat you won't grow any taller."

"I told you, I have a disorder! And my name's A-L-L-E-N!"

"That's what I said, Moyashi."

Grrr, thought Allen, he's such a jerkwad! "Hmph… I'm still hungry, Kanda. Could you buy me more of my life-sustaining medicine?"

"FUCK NO!"

"K-Kanda… I'm feeling… faint." Allen keeled over slightly onto the table, inwardly cackling.

"Just this once, Yuu-chan," muttered Lavi, patting Allen on the back. "Um, and get me some more, too?" The rabbit batted his eyes. The samurai wanted to rip them out.

An hour later, Kanda was holding a bill of two hundred and three dollars in his shaking hands. Let us review on what Allen had, the entire night, consumed: Two burgers, two plates of fries, a glass of Coke, a dish of pasta, chicken noodle soup, a freshly caught and cooked lobster with popcorn shrimp, a hell of a lot of macaroni and cheese, twelve slices of pizza that all had different toppings, a steak, two Caesar salads, a root beer float, three slices of apple pie, two slices of chocolate cake, and a single, I repeat, one, single…

Watermelon.

Lavi ate another plate of fries.

"Holy shit," breathed the rabbit, "how tall are you?"

"Um, 5'10" I think." Allen cocked his head. "Why?"

"How in the name of all that is righteous, holy, and musical did you eat enough to feed more than five average sized people?!"

"Well, I didn't get to eat breakfast or lunch today because I was so busy moving my stuff, so I was super starving. But I'm fine now, don't worry."

"I am honestly amazed," whispered Lavi. "I'm 6'3" and a half and Yuu-chan's 6'2, but no way in hell do we intake as much as you. You have my respect, man."

Allen laughed and talked to Lavi a bit more, who chuckled warmly. They forgot about one person who most definitely was not laughing or chuckling warmly.

Yuu Kanda gazed with blank eyes into his empty wallet. There used to be over one month's worth of supplies in those beautiful green notes that filled it. But no more. No more. His glazed eyes traveled to where Allen was sitting. A snap was heard. A crash. A thud. A high-pitched girly scream (Lavi).

"You. Are paying. Me. Back every. Mother. Fucking. Last. Cent. You owe." Kanda hissed, pinning Allen to the wall behind them. "GOT IT?"

"Okay, okay," said Allen, glowering into Kanda's dark eyes. "Geez. Why are you so pissed over some food? I'll give you back what I owe, promise. Being so miserly is really pathetic. Worthless characteristics just make you into a loser." Allen muttered to himself, not realizing Kanda had heard each word.

At once a sea of images rushed forth from the abyss that was the samurai's mind. Money... Cash... Mountains of green bills littering, filling shabby apartment rooms. Two figures, wild and incensed, cackling as they threw the currency into the air with glee. And a gun. A single, gleaming silver pistol. The smell of blood. Screaming... Screaming, screaming. Him. Her. Them. All of them together. The agony.

The. Agony.

The samurai leapt back as if struck, nausea causing his knees to wobble, and began walking out of the restaurant quickly. Lavi ran after him. Allen followed purely out of curiosity, and because he felt like he rather had to, seeing as he'd just used up all of Kanda's money.

"Yuu-chan! I'm really sorry, seriously. I'll never ask you to pay for food again, alright?" Lavi swallowed, "Please don't be mad. I'm really, really sorry."

Kanda halted, a block from the Dorm. "Go fuck yourself, Usagi."

Lavi exhaled. "Usagi" meant Kanda wasn't mad enough to kill. But the tone of his voice… was raw. Unkempt. "Yuu-chan! Where are you going now?"

"Away from you two, obviously." Kanda ran his hand through his pony tail distractedly. He felt extremely frustrated; air seemed harder to breathe and he scratched at his throat, not caring it was red. It was like he was suffocating yet oddly hyper at the same time, and he wanted to get back to practice. Maybe he'd go learn a new piece.

"No, don't practice! It's 11:00. It's late." Lavi could tell Kanda was behaving oddly. And that only signified one thing: he was going to play the violin till he was satisfied, and many times that didn't happen until the wee hours of the morning. "You've got to take care of yourself!"

"Maybe you're the one who should take care of yourself. You don't know what you're saying."

"Of course I do, damn it! You need to rest for once. The violin isn't all you need to live!"

"I'm fine, Lavi." The rabbit gasped. "I'll see you in the morning at seven." Kanda flew up the stairs to the Dorm and into his room.

"What just happened?" Asked Allen quietly. He bent to kneel next to Lavi who was on the floor.

"Fuck!" Lavi fumed, "I couldn't stop him again. I couldn't help him. Again. Fuck."

"You mean Kanda? Is there something wrong?"

Lavi looked up. "Listen, Allen. Yuu's been through a whole lot of shit. He's a fucked up kid, that's for sure." The rabbit cursed. "Fuck, the rooms are sound proofed!"

"What… happened to him?" Allen's heart was thumping in his chest as if he were about to be told a secret everyone else craved, but in an entirely unpleasant way.

Lavi opened his mouth, as if to begin, but closed his lips at once. "Sorry, Allen. It's not my place to tell." Both boys somber, they headed back to their rooms in silence.

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A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't see Kanda with a credit card. Lavi, totally, but not Kanda. Why?! DX