A/N: Haha, sorry I didn't write this earlier today. I accidentally took an involuntary nap!(x But thank you to Storm VII, Takei Daloui, jy24, Lena-luvs-cats, and The Moyashi Beansprout Midget for all reviewing! Ahh! I love getting comments! You guys are the best!^-^

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Disclaimer: Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn't own D. Gray-Man. The end.

Chapter 6

Time Frame — Evening of January 11th, 1896

—3rd Person POV—

~Allen~

"Thanks for helping me out with this," Allen smiled gratefully, as Lenalee leaned over and swiftly twisted the piece of silk into a formal bow that was part of his required uniform. "Where'd you even learn how to do this?"

Lenalee smiled fondly as she explained, eyes focused on the bowtie, "Komui first started working for the Order, as a way to stay close to me when I was discovered to be an Accommodator. But he was also trying to rise through the ranks in order to have more authority where I was vulnerable beneath the jurisdiction of the higher-ups, so he worked his hardest to be the best. But he was always such a mess, so I began to play dress up with him every morning, and of course, he humored me."

"He must care very much for you to work so hard," Allen murmured, a little wistfully. "How old were you when they brought you here."

"Hmm, younger than Timothy I belief," Lenalee answered distractedly, as she straightened back up to observe her work, "I think I was six."

"All done?" Allen asked, peeking down to look at her work, though it was slightly difficult from his point of view, and there was no mirror in the backroom. It hadn't taken him long to land himself a job at a restaurant, and though it was a little high-end, his connections to Rose Cross Academy (known as a simple, but elite academy to the civilians) had easily earned him favor with the owner, despite his odd appearance. And in a show of support, Lenalee had offered to be there for him on his first day. It was certainly much more than Allen had expected.

"Yep!" she chirped, clasping her hands behind her back. "You're all ready to go. I'll go back outside, and then I'll be your first customer, okay?"

Before Allen could protest, the Chinese girl skipped out the backdoor. That last part hadn't been part of the plan, but Allen wasn't about to complain, so pulling his hair away from his face and into a short ponytail, he headed into the dim, but full dining room, swiping a couple of menus on the way. The atmosphere was very calming, as the patrons chattered quietly and piano music drifted in the background.

Confident in the fact that he'd worked many jobs like this before, Allen calmly ducked around the tables, making sure to disturb no one, before his gray eyes landed upon the pretty Chinese girl. Unfortunately for the poor fourteen-year-old, it seemed she had company.

"I should've expected this," Allen huffed, grudgingly handing each of them menus.

Lavi beamed, single eye crinkling. "Aw, come on shortstack! Is that any way to treat the customers of this fine establishment?" He wiggled his eyebrow comically, and Allen refrained from dragging his hands down his face in a show of exasperation.

"Sorry, Allen," Lenalee ducked her head, hiding her sheepish and slightly amused smile, "I didn't expect them to already be here. I'll try to keep in them in line."

"It's alright Lenalee," Allen rubbed the back of his head, smile resigned. "You shouldn't be held accountable for these two idiots."

"Hey!"

Allen rolled his eyes, and was about to demand what they wanted to drink, before he noticed a large, duffel bag peeking out from beneath the table. He kicked it experimentally. "What's this?"

"Watch it!" Daisya hissed, eyes shifting suspiciously around before he leaned over and whispered, "That's my body! Quit kicking it around!"

"Y-you're body?!" Allen demanded in a furious whisper, before his eyes widened in realization. "Timothy?!"

Daisya—that is, Timothy in Daisya's body, smirked wickedly. "Those bozos wouldn't allow kids in here, so I possessed Daisya! Wicked isn't it? Daisya's gonna be so pissed! Ha!" Timothy burst into furious snickers, unsuccessfully attempting to muffle them beneath his hands, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

"Timothy!" Lenalee scolded, "Daisya's going to kill you when he finds out! Quit being so reckless! What if someone finds your body?!"

"Unbelievable!" Allen shook his head, momentarily wanting to tear his hair out. Was this what he was going to have to deal with on a daily basis?! He'd been here all of three days, and already he was getting migraines from dealing with all of their antics! Though I gotta admit, I haven't felt this amused since Master accidentally lured a transsexual into bed and found out the hard way, Allen couldn't help but internally snicker. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he loosened up a bit, but he was so used to having to parent Cross himself, that it was habit at this point to simply be a worry wart.

As if reading his thoughts, Lavi turned to him and said, a smirk playing on his lips, "You might as well get used to this now, shortstack! Especially if you're planning on surviving tomorrow!"

"Oh!" Lenalee suddenly straightened up, and turned to the white-haired boy with an apologetic smile. "Sorry Allen, I meant to tell you earlier today…"

"Eh? What's going on?" Allen asked, gaze switching between the two older Exorcists, part of him wondering if he should just stick to being ignorant.

"Well, for one, we finally get to test your Innocence weapon against ours. I can't believe Klaud has been hogging you all to herself! I can't wait to finally watch Kanda beat on someone else other than myself!" Lavi exclaimed triumphantly, and slightly sadistically.

Allen gulped heavily, his palms becoming slightly clammy within his gloves as he glared at the redhead. "Gee, thanks a lot, idiot."

"Anyway," Lenalee pointedly moved on to elaborate, "Once every couple months, Klaud will set us all up against each other and watch to see how we've improved in both individuality and teamwork. Top two winners get the next available mission! So of course, we all team up beforehand. At least this year, we get even numbers with you, Allen!"

"Ah, I see," Allen shifted on his feet, slightly nervous. "Don't Mei-Ling and Timothy ever participate?"

"No," Timothy (still in Daisya's body) grumbled moodily, slumping back against his chair and crossing his arms. "They don't think I can keep up!"

"And the one time Mei-Ling participated," Lavi grinned, "We got her to tell us everything that would happen beforehand, so we won. But then when had to fight it out between ourselves, we ended up exhausting ourselves to the point that Mei-Ling just ended up winning without lifting a single finger."

Lenalee giggled, "Yeah, it was pretty ridiculous! Anyway, would you like to join our team, Allen?"

"Sure," Allen nodded, a little relieved that they'd offered. Shifting his gaze around the dim room and noticing the odd looks the other workers had begun to throw his way, Allen said, "We can plan later. I need to get back to work; no point in losing my job on the first shift. What would you guys like to drink?"

A/N: That last part was a last-minute idea, so any ideas are welcomed! Please review!(: