A/N: Wow, that last chapter was kinda (ok, very) freaky. But it was fun to write, so brace yourselves for more! Also, the events in this fic are a little AU-ish, but bear with me, 'kay? XD

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It was a true fact that Kanda was an early riser. He enjoyed seeing the world in the fresh, new light of morning and the fragrant dew-tipped grasses before the sun had yet to shine. He relished the privacy endowed upon him when no one else rose yet. And the crisp, fresh air was simply wonderful during training. However, there was one way that Kanda loathed being woken up, and to his horror it revolved around a certain little bean sprout.

Mmm… damn the blankets here are heavy, thought Kanda blearily, giving the alarm clock by the bed a quick glance. It was five minutes before six o'clock. How strange. The samurai always got up at exactly six, no earlier, and definitely not later. He blinked once and deemed the room as rather humid, in addition to noticing a peculiar weight on his torso. What could it- OH MY FREAKING GOD.

Kanda's face was partially covered in drool, and the "weight" on his body was none other than Allen himself, forehead resting on his chest. The Japanese teen swallowed once, and than immediately wished he hadn't. His neck felt extremely wet. Damn it, first with the fucking biting, and now with all the spit? Please tell me Moyashi didn't lick him in his sleep, hallucinating about all sorts of food. That weren't soba. Wait-would some action be a… bad thing? Kanda shivered slightly. Ah, I understand. The flow of oxygen to my brain is being restricted. No wonder I'm acting SO FUCKIN' RETARDED. With shaking hands, Kanda threw Allen off the bed, his ego barely inflating when he saw that he'd been able to make the boy turn three rotations in mid-air before colliding with the ground. But what surprised him even more was that the white-haired youth didn't even wake up.

Running into the bathroom, Kanda ripped off his clothes and leapt into the shower where he immediately turned on the- COLD WATER!! It was abso-freakin'-lutely freezing! "Gyahhhergh," cried the samurai in early morning speak, roughly translated as, "What is wrong with this cruel world? Can't a man even have a decent shower? That's it, I'm fucking suing."

But, being the highly in uptight person he is, Kanda managed to stay put for another whole ten seconds before leaping out, teeth chattering. Clad in nothing but a towel, he quickly brushed his teeth. While doing so, the samurai saw that the hickey Allen had given him was gone. Well, no surprise there. Kanda's recovery time was unnaturally fast, but he was left with mixed feelings on this particular healing. He was almost sorry to see the bite mark go.

When he stepped out, a groan escaped his lips. No, not the "harder, damn it!" kind of groan, but the "I've only been up for twenty minutes, without any coffee, and you hit me with this?!" type. Allen, still unconscious, had stained the carpet a grotesque shade of acid green from drooling. "Close your mouth!" hissed Kanda, standing by the boy, who smiled tenderly. Ugh, why the hell does he have to be so fucking cute? The samurai picked him up, putting him on the bed. Work didn't start for another forty-five minutes.

"Kanda," moaned Allen, flushing. The long-haired exorcist leaned in closer to hear. "Kaanda…"

Heart thumping, Kanda blushed. What was Moyashi doing? "Kanda, stop it… I can't do it anymore." Good heavens, is he really thinking what I think he's thinking which is not necessarily not what I'd want for him to think?

"I can't eat anymore dangoooo…" WHAM. Coughing, Allen woke up just in time to have a pillow shoved in his mouth and to hear the door of the bathroom slam closed.

Half an hour later after having a quick breakfast, the pair went down to Scarlet's lair dressed in their designated uniforms, although Allen was sulking. What in the world had he done to make the samurai so enraged? They hadn't even made eye contact since rising. And these shorts were so damn tight. Damn.

When they arrived, said busty woman was taking deep drags from a cherry cigarette and flicking ashes onto the keyboard of her computer. She brightened considerably when catching sight of Kanda.

"Hello, sweetie pie! How was yer first night? Sorry it's a little cramped, Yuu, darling. Mr. Lee's orders." (Insert flirtatious giggle and hacking cough from inhaling part of cigarette butt. Not cool, sis. Not cool.) "Anyway," Scarlet continued, "Yuu's going to work in the kitchen of the restaurant Pink Panther, which is pretty far from the hotel, near the bumper cars. I'll drop by, 'kay?" She made goo-goo eyes repetitively, her false lashes threatening to cause permanent blindness.

Allen coughed suggestively. "Cough, cough," said Allen.

"Awww, Yuu! What's that big thing strapped to yer side? Ya can't have knives or whatever in a five-star eatery like Pink!"

"I-probably-have no intention of using Mugen during my job hours. Think of it as, err, decorations…?" Kanda finished somewhat lamely, grip on his trusty katana strong enough to crack a walnut and then juice an orange. Without the juicer.

"Ooh, yer a naughty boy! You must wan' me to take it from ya!" Before Scarlet, being the untrustworthy feline she is, could pounce, Allen had had enough.

"EXCUSE ME." The substitute manager blinked, as if finally registering there was a white-haired teenager standing in front of her desk in her extremely small, cramped office. That statement was idiotic on several levels, but I will neglect to point them out. I have enough faith in the readers for that.

"Oh. Hm. Yer a maid," droned Scarlet monotonously. Kanda sighed with relief, having escaped the clutches of the Demon Queen.

"Why, thank you so much for divulging such important information critical to my employment!" Kanda raised his eyebrows, inwardly chuckling.

"Yer welcome!!"

"…" Allen smacked his palm on his head, letting out a little whine. Kanda quit laughing inside and proceeded to beat himself up for "impure" thoughts. Suddenly, a sprightly girl with wild hair poking out from all directions and dark skin burst into the room. She was equipped with a similar costume as Allen, and hungrily bit at lollipop.

"Miss Manager! Have you finished with the introductions? Work's already begun, but the new recruit hasn't shown up yet." The girl's golden eyes flashed to Kanda for the briefest of seconds and then reverted back to Scarlet. Immediately, the samurai's stomach sank.

"I'm going to work. Fuck, I'm late already." With that, he locked eyes with the cursed youth. "Don't let your guard down."

Allen grinned, feeling much relieved. "See you later then, alright? Don't kill anyone." "I won't."

As Kanda left, he couldn't help but think that something, anything, was wrong. Everything had shifted into a shadowy haze since the letter, and he sprinted through the crowds of people to get to Pink Panther.

"I'll take over from here, Miss Manager." The girl's tone was authoritative and sharp, but Scarlet merely rolled her eyes, having lost all interest in work.

Once outside, Allen was lead to the utility closet where they gathered a few cleaning supplies and headed to the first floor to visit any empty rooms. All the maids in the hotel had a partner so they could do their duties more efficiently, seeing the general largeness of the establishment. The exorcist and his company had gotten through one suite and were moving on when the girl smirked suddenly. Allen looked up.

"I just realized I never introduced myself to you, dear partner." The girl's grin was mischievous. "My name is Rhode Camelot. It is lovely meeting you."

"I'm Allen Walker. Nice to meet you, too." Rhode snickered, putting a thin hand over her mouth.

"You don't look like an Allen. Actually, to be more precise, you don't look like a maid at all! You're a guy." The petite girl shook with mirth, and Allen couldn't help but join in, albeit uneasily. "You're so interesting! And exactly co-worker I wanted, since you are way better than the last girl." Allen and Rhode proceeded to walk to the next room, which was gargantuan in size.

"Holy crap, it looks like a bunch of kids had a food fight in here!! There's a pizza stuck on the ceiling!" Rhode pranced into the room, leaving Allen behind.

"Looks like we'll be here a lot longer than we thought." The white-haired teen tried to grin, but faltered as Rhode moved closer, handing him a mop. Ugh, when does this job end??

At the same time, a certain black-haired man was getting his ass handed to him three times over. A red-faced, mustachioed man (let's call him Mr. Melville, shall we?) was rapidly increasing his blood pressure while ranting about the sins of being late to work.

"IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY AT THE BLOODY JOB!!" Cried Mr. Melville, also the owner of the restaurant, "HOW DARE YOU? I WORKED MY FREAKING ASS OFF AT MY JOBS WHEN I WAS YOUNG! THAT'S HOW I GOT HERE! HERE! WHICH IS WHERE YOU'LL NEVER BE!" Kanda tuned his boss out without much difficulty, staring at the clean tiling of the kitchen floor, though he was still quite pissed off at being yelled at. What the hell did the guy want? For him to commit suicide?

"THERE IS SO MUCH TRASH IN THE WORLD THESE DAYS, THEY OUTTA JUST DIE!!" Mr. Melville glared at the offender currently standing in front of him. Kanda twitched.

"Well, excuse me for living," he muttered, just loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

"Oh, no he didn't!" someone whispered.

Mr. Melville when white. Then sucked in a great gust of air. The effects were enormous. "ALL YOU LAZY FUCKS GET TO WORK!!" Turning on his heel, the five foot four giant stomped away. A moment of silence passed. Then…

"Hahahahaha, I can't believe you just got away with that!" Kanda turned around to see a pink haired, bespectacled being leaning against the counter.

"And who might you be?"

"Why, I'm Melville's step brother, Jerry, also Head Chef. We opened this joint together. Needless to say, I think I take from the more normal side of the family, no?" Kanda felt like choking. How was this "normal"?

"I-I see," sputtered Kanda, and then jumped when Jerry affectionately laid a hand on his forearm.

"Hon, don't be scared o' this world. But either way, drop a word any time and you'll receive help from the Pink Panther himself!" The chef winked, and, smacking the samurai's derriere shouted, "Now get waiting!" Poor Kanda. Looks like he's become the prey of two jungle cats, one with a gravity-defying chest and the other a pink panther. Oh dear.

Well, I'd better get used to this, thought Kanda. He took an order of soup, salad, and chicken casserole to a table, hair swishing, Mugen still strapped to his side. Needless to say, quite a few eyes were glued onto the waiter, and whispers of where the exotic man was from ensued. The samurai found himself increasingly restless, for carrying an infinite number of trays were no match for years of sword training. He didn't even feel the burn, the epitome of a rigorous work out! A fellow waiter came up to him, sweating, and attempted to make friends.

"Wow, you're sure good at this. You haven't even gone on a break yet!" The sad, deluded soul was further saddened when Kanda narrowed his eyes, death glare at 35 percent, and told him to fuck off. Does he think I'm weak? That I need a break?! Well, I'll show him, that ass… (No, Kanda. That's wrong. He's trying to make frien- oh, forget it. Antisocial humbugs will never learn.)

Soon enough, work was nearly over. The dinnertime bustle had subsided slightly, and Kanda had lasted over twelve hours of continuous waiting, since the fondly dubbed Pink was very popular. And he still wasn't tired. His fellow employees stared at him with mixtures of admiration, jealously, hate, and wonder. But the samurai scoffed, taking another two trays. He noticed it was nearing midnight, and wondered to himself whether or not Moyashi had eaten. At once, his own stomach grumbled. "Shut up," Kanda grumbled, a tad bit worried, just as Jerry swung in.

"You are a divine waiter from God, you know?" The chef then said kindly, "Only two more orders left in the night before we close down. Sorry, all the others left, but don't be so anxious. You can get back to your lover soon enough. Boyfriend, I presume?"

Kanda went red. "T-t-that's not what it is!" He raced past Jerry who was deep in memories of his own "snazzy" youth, and took the final two trays. One was for a family of five, parents looking exhausted and drained. They were listlessly reprimanding their three young children about having a food fight in the hotel room and sticking a pizza on the ceiling. Kanda gave them their food, nonplussed. At last, at last! The last order. Now Kanda could go back and check on Allen. Not that he wanted to. He merely thought he should.

"Weird." Kanda looked at the sophisticated looking cosmopolitan balanced on his serving dish. He talked to Jerry before, and Pink was mostly a family or everyday restaurant with exceptional food. It did not have a bar. But then again, Jerry had boasted he could make anything and everything… Kanda walked up to a tall, curly-haired man dressed in a luxurious suit, including coattails. From his breast-pocket poked the frame of a pair of thick, cracked glasses. His long fingers were encased in white, satin gloves, and a top hat rested on the seat beside him. This man's facial features reminded Kanda of someone, but he wasn't exactly sure who.

"Thank you very much, my dear waiter." The corners of the man's mouth curved upwards. "I do need this drink. But, may I inquire as to your name?" The voice, smooth as silk, rich, decadent, utterly hypnotic… Kanda scowled. This guy was dangerous.

"What's it to you?"

Blinking at the brusque answer, the man gave a short, bark-like laugh. "Now, is that how a server should treat his patron? Is it?" As though he'd been plunged into an ice cold bath Kanda inhaled sharply. Akuma? No, I don't think so. He's far too… complex for those retarded weapons.

Taking a sip of the cosmopolitan, the man motioned to the chair across from him. "Sit."

Fuck no, hollered Kanda angrily in his mind, I'm not losing to this douche! "Sorry. It looks like my shift just ended. I-" The man had stood up, walked over to the samurai, and gripped his shoulder tightly. Kanda glared, his heart pounding.

"For future references, my name is Tyki Mikk." With a soft, amused chuckle, the man exited Pink swiftly. After waiting a moment to see if Tyki had disappeared, Kanda left as well. He'd been contracting ominous feelings, notions of chagrin, the airs of an unfortunate atmosphere all day.

Kanda sprinted towards the hotel. He had to see Allen, now.

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Ah, what could it be? I find unveiling characters to be insanely fun. Anyways, I've decided to keep the rating till the next chapter or two. By then, I'll have decided. But for now, it's till "T." XP