Hey everyone! This is my second D Gray Man fic but first attempt at a D Gray Man chapter story. Hope every likes it!

I own neither D. Gray Man nor any of the songs mentioned in the story.

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

~Eleanor Rigby by: The Beatles

"Allen, you don't have to do this. You know that, right?" The white haired teenager sat in the back of his uncle's black sedan. The unusual, ragged red scar that torn down the right side of his face and through one of his light gray eyes was partially coved by the mop of white hair growing from his head.

"Yes, I know Uncle Neah, but…I want-no, need a fresh start. I can't…can't…can't go back to living on the road, constantly moving. It just reminds me of…" The boy had unshed tears in his eyes as he glanced up at his uncle. Neah sat with his back rigid against the driver's seat and hands clenched around the steering wheel.

"We wouldn't have to go back to Europe. We could travel the rest world. Visit China, India, Japan, Egypt, anywhere you wanted to go. We'd tour the world as the 14th and the Musician. You'd never have to tour with the circus again."

"Uncle Neah, I'm tired of moving. I'm tired of stress and drama. I'm just tired. I want to finish high school and go to college. Maybe get some friends and do the normal things kids my age do."

"Allen…"

"Plus, Uncle Tyki and Uncle Skinn are here. They'll watch out for me." Allen smiled a tiny smile and placed his white gloved hand on Neah's tense shoulder. Then the boy opened the door of the sedan, hopped out, and popped the trunk to grab his things.

With a small wave, Allen turned and started rolling his suitcase towards the front gate of the school.

"ALLEN!" The boy turned around to stare at his uncle, who had tears streaming down his cheeks in twin streams. "YOU DON'T GET HURT NOW, YOU HEAR? AND YOU CALL ME. EVERY SUNDAY! Because-"

"-t' Lord'd set aside a day for us t' be wit' our families. And tis best notta' question t' Lord, cause he laughs at tos' who try'n mess wit' His plans." The white haired teen finished, wiping tears from his eyes and clearing his throat. With that, he turned and walked past the giant sign that read "BLACK ORDER ACADEMY".

And as Allen made his way up the driveway to the grassy park area in front of the academy, he didn't look back, because he knew what he'd see. He'd look upon the sight of his Uncle, pulling out a fresh roll of some unknown illegal substance with tearing, glazed black eyes boring holes into his gloved left hand. Allen told himself he was ready to finally settle here because he wanted to. But there was always that small voice, the one he always pushed back, whispering to him. Are you sure it is because you wanted to? Maybe…maybe it is because-because you have to.

We all live in a yellow submarine,

yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

~.~.~

And our friends are all aboard,

Many more of them live next door,

~Yellow Submarine by: The Beatles

"Hello idiots. I'm your dorm advisor, General Cross." A tall, red-headed man with a black and gold trench coat and large black hat stood in front of the crowd of about three-hundred high school guys. Half a white mask covered the left side of his face and a pair of glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose.

A shy voice from the front of the crowd piped up. "Umm…Sir, did you just say general? As in army general?"

The red haired man glared down at the boy in front of him, the cigar in his hand all but forgotten for a moment as his hand flinched toward the gun holster on his belt. "Are you asking me to repeat myself, runt? Because Marian Cross doesn't repeat himself for nobody. You have ears. Can't you use 'em?"

The kid in front trembled and slowly inched back, trying to get swallowed by the horde of boys now deathly quiet behind him. After a minute of silence in which Cross went back to smoking his cigar, a braceleted arm from the back of the crowd shot up with black painted fingernails wiggling in tune to the monkey-like sound (mainly "Oooh! Ooh! Oooh!") being emitted by a red-haired teen. Said redheaded teen had a black eye patch similar to that of a pirates over his left eye and had his barely shoulder length red hair held back from his face by a scaly patterned, aquamarine colored bandana.

"What is it, irritating pirate?" Cross grunted followed by an annoyed sigh. Whatever Lavi said would either make him sound like a rocket scientist…

"Can I be roommates with YUU-CHAN?"

…Or a five year old.

"Idiot, the rooms have already been assigned and posted all morning. ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF?" Cross yelled at the one-eyed red-headed teen.

"BAKA-USAGI! I told you, DON'T CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME!" An angry blue-almost-black haired Japanese student from the back shot up from his slouch against the back wall and started charging towards said one-eyed pirate. The Japanese student wore simple dark wash jeans with a T-Shirt, but it was his hair that caught most of the crowd's attention. The smooth, waist length locks were tied up in a high ponytail that no student at the school had enough courage to comment on.

Lavi looked unaffected by the teen charging towards him and instead crooned out, "Why can't I call my best friend by his first-gah?" Kanda finally reached Lavi after barreling through the throng of nervous looking students jumping out of his way and proceeded to grab the red head by the neck in a choking fashion.

"Hey, She-male, why don't you and the pirate continue with your love-fest in your room?" Cross ignored the yelling Japanese teen and the blue-faced Lavi to continue with his speech. "Okay maggots, listen up. If you got any problems, I don't' wanna hear 'em. You annoy me, break any of the rules I set down, or just happen to tick me off, I'll shoot you. Do I make myself clear?"

The crowd nodded vigorously, obviously scared of the man who was supposed to watch after them for the next nine months.

"Now everyone is to read the rules on the sheet you got and follow by them. I have can and will add more rules as the year goes by and you start to tick me off. Those are to be followed too. Now go to your rooms. You are dismissed. " With that, the dorm advisor left the room, striding towards his own suite in back of the building on the first floor.

The whole scene had left the young Allen Walker in a daze as he politely pushed his way through the crowd towards the side wall where all the room assignments had been plastered onto a large tack board.

Allen peaked through the arms of a tall guy with a crew-cut in a black and white poncho. He scanned the wall, looking for his name in the list of two hundred and ninety seven other male students. A poke to the top of his head caused him to pivot his head to the side before he spotted his name. A curious face with two purple line tattoos coming down from the eyes stared at him with a placating but creepy smile.

"You new here ain't chya?" The unusual guy cocked his head to the side and widened his smile, reminding Allen of a disturbingly familiar family member by the name of Road. "You got the coolest tattoos I've eva' seen! Who done 'em for ya? Mine are pretty cool but I'm looking to add ink!"

Allen, shocked by the sudden outburst of sound, fell with an Ooof to the ground where he stared exasperatingly at the classmate in above him.

"Hello. My name is Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to meet you. And these aren't tattoos. They're…scars." Allen tried to act as polite and casual as he could but he internally winced thinking about all the questions his vague answer would trigger the guy to ask him.

"Eh, what? Oh, I'm Daishya Barry. And it's fine kid. I understand. You probably ain't even legal to get tattoos with all those shite laws against it. I gotcha drift kid. You're cool wit' me." Despite Allen's protests that the unusual red lines and pentagon coming down vertically through his left eye were completely accident scars, Daisya was already moving on to with his thoughts. After scanning the wall for a mere three seconds, Daisya looked back at Allen and smiled in a bit-less-creepy way. "So, I'm guessin' you're looking for ya room to crash in now. Now, cause you're cool wit' me and I'm your trippy upperclassman friend, Imma help ya. Get ya stuff and I'll drop you by ya room on the way to mine." With that comment, Daisya lifted his own duffelbag over his shoulder, grabbed Allen's jacketed arm, and dragged the kid through the crowd towards the other side of the room.

"Thank you, Daisya. Are you sure I'm not troubling you?" Allen asked as he collected his own trunk and backpack from the opposite wall.

"Nah, it's cool. I'm headin' through the rooms to check who everyone got stuck with anyway." Allen started to wonder just how popular this strange upperclassman was as dozens of people they passed kept waving, high-fiving, or even glomp hugging Daisya.

"So Daisya. I was wondering, what grade are you actually in?" Allen glanced sideways and just barely dogged yet another mock punch aimed at his unofficial 'guide' as Diasya started leading him up a set of stairs at the end of the hallway.

"Huh? Oh, I'm a Junior." Allen's confused stare cause Daisya to add on, "That's eleventh grade. Where you from before here kid? Dontcha' know the American grade levels?"

Allen blushed lightly and defended, "I moved here from England because I know a few people here. Besides, I was homeschooled, so I never went by grades. When I was done with one topic, I moved onto the next."

Daisya turned to Allen and exclaimed, "A Brit then. Wow, I thought you're supposed to 'ave that trippy accent that woos all the ladies!" Daisya laughed loudly and then abruptly stopped causing Allen to trip over the duffelbag Daisya had dropped.

"This is it! Room sixty nine. Sorry 'bout that kid." Daisya's snickers, whether they be directed at his room number or his fall, seemed to contradict his words as he helped Allen up off the floor. "Now, let's see who these roommat-"

An odd sound combination similar to that of a BANG and a splinter resounded through the hallway as the business end of a polished silver katana appeared to ram straight through the door and end its reach just to the right side of Diasya's head. Allen let out a mouse-like squeak and jumped back into the wall opposite what was apparently now his room.

Daisya let loose an almost feral grin and sighed out, "Well, it looks like you'll be having quite the interesting year." Daisya started to pound on the door despite Allen's pleading for him to not interfere with the situation going on inside. "KANDA! OPEN THE DOOR 'MI HERMANO BONITO'"

A growl was heard from the other side of the wood that caused Allen's heart to somehow speed up even more than the pace it was already pounding away at. "Emo-clown, go the hell away. And stop trying to speak Spanish. You suck at it and it pisses me off. A lot." Was the gruff response heard through the wood.

"Well, ya see Kanda, I'd love to leave ya be cause, amazing as it may sound, I do value my life. BUT 'eres the problemo: I've got yous roommates wit' me and I promised 'im I'd show 'im to 'is room." Daisya continued to stare at the door as if he had won a great battle.

"Uh, Diasya, did you say he was your…brother?" Allen questioned meekly from his hiding spot between Daisya and the wall behind him.

"Huh? Oh ya. I've actually got three brothers at tis' school cause our lovey-dovey adoptive Pa works 'ere as the art teacha." The eleventh graders answered absent-mindedly as he bored invisible holes with his eyes into dark wood door with a sword piercing through the middle righ and a silver metal plaque that read "69" drilled to the top middle of the door.

Suddenly, the sword was withdrawn and, no more than five seconds later, the door banged open to reveal the same red-headed teen with one-eye from earlier.

Allen stood gaping like as brain-dead fish as he stared at his supposed roommate. "So Daisya, you were saying something about our third roommate? Wait, don't tell me! Is it…Toma? Alex? Jose? Oh, I know! It's David itsn't it! I haven't heard from Smith yet but I heard they got separated this year! Well, I'm glad we got hi-"

"LAVI! Dude, just chill for a sec. It's not a finder. It's another person in the Exorcist class." This comment confused Allen to no end, but he feared speaking up in front of the red-head if only because there had to be at least one lethal weapon that cut through wood within a fifteen foot radius.

"What? No, you're pulling my leg! Lenalee is in the girl's dorm and I thought they separated it with each grade on one level. Me and Yuu are the only sophomore Exorcists." Lavi's head titled to the side in confusion as he pouted at Daisya.

The whole conversation had thrown Allen through a loop. 'So, is this the guy who put the sword through the door? Or was it that long-haired Japanese 'she-male' as Cross had referred to him as? What was all this talk about Exorcists and finders, anyway? Was it good or bad to be an Exorcist? And why did it matter what grade and Exorcist-or-Finder-type he was for his room?'

"Lavi, my pretty little brother's best friend, have you forgotten the fact that people drop in and out of this school every year? It's a new Exorcist!" Daisya was obviously having fun toying with Lavi, if the Cheshire-Cat worthy grin on his face was any evidence.

Completely ignoring the fact that he was being made fun of, Lavi's mouth dropped open in shock and he exclaimed, "No way! A new guy applied for the school and got into the Exorcist level newly enrolled? That's…not unheard of but still! Where is he? You said he was with you! Lemme see him!" Lavi whined, looking up and down the hallway. Allen, on the other hand, was completely confused. Was the redhead so vision impaired he could not see the young boy standing right behind Daisya?

"Right 'ere!" Daisya stepped to the left and pointed to Allen. Lavi's reaction, however, was definitely not what Allen was expecting.

"Where?" Lavi questioned. "And who's this puny freshman kid, he looks like he's supposed to still be in Middle School!"

Allen internally fumed but instead decided to be polite and take the 'higher road' so to speak. "Hello. My name is Allen Walker, and I am apparently going to be your roommate for the school year. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Lavi stared at him for a moment before smirking. "You're pulling my leg aren't ya Daisya? And kid, you really shouldn't be on the sophomore level, no matter who you're with because you have to go back downstairs by yourself and I'm sure the rest of 'em sophomores won't take kindly to you puny frosh being on our dorm level. 'Kay?" Lavi patted Allen's head and then turned to Daisya and opened his mouth to continue speaking.

However, before Lavi could continue speaking, Allen cut in. "Lavi is it? I am assuming your name is Lavi. So, Lavi No Last Name, I am NOT some little freshman you can push around. I am a sophomore that has recently transferred to this school. Now if my height or any other factor is problem with you, please do say so right now. I can make an appeal to General Cross to get my room switched and I can leave you in peace. So, Lavi, I am in fact NOT 'pulling your leg' and am very much speaking the truth. Do you have a problem with any of this?" Allen locked his almost blazing eyes with Lavi's one green then cocked his eyebrow and head to the right.

It was quiet for a moment as Daisya and Lavi traded looks. Suddenly Lavi's face broke into a playful grin and he started laughing while Daisya chuckled along with him as Allen stood confused, looking between Daisya and Lavi. The red head's chuckles died down and he started to clap. "Congrats dude. You pass the 'New Roommates' Test!"

Seeing Allen's confused look stay, Daisya patted his shoulder and said, "Kid, it was all a test. You've gotta be tough to room wit' Lavi n' Kanda. We 'ad to make sure ya won't die or something."

The white haired teen stood gaping at the pair of crazies. "W-w-well…I'm so sorry Lavi! I didn't realize…" Allen started to back-pedal and seem as polite as when he first arrived.

Lavi looked confused. "What for Al? You just stood up for yourself is all. Stop acting so damn polite! It's kinda creepy. Oh and you have to still pass one more part of the test before we can let you in."

Allen froze and looked up at the redhead. "W-w-what?"

"It's fine. This parts easy. Ya just hafta answer one question." Daisya placated, calming the white haired boy.

Lavi then stepped forward, grabbed Allen by his shoulders and looked down seriously at the boy. "Are you okay with non-straight guys?"

'Simple enough question. Awkward enough answer.' Is what Allen thought. The white haired teen turned as red as Lavi's tomato colored hair and started stammering gibberish about absolutely nothing. "Uh..waaa…well...see…umm...gah…" Allen let out a strangled cough and finally was able to utter, "Ya."

Lavi smiled a huge grin and pulled Allen into a hug. "That's soo good! Cause see here's the deal: I got a bunch of gay, bi, lesbian, etcetera friends so I hate haters. And Yu-chan over here, well….I think he's an asexual that happens to hate boobs."

Lavi's comment triggered the one occupant still in the room to rush out with his sword in hand. "Baka-usagi. What did I say about calling me by my first name?" The katana being pointed at his neck caused Lavi to drop Allen and put his hands up in the air.

"Okay, okay. Put Mugen down already. You know you aren't even supposed to have he-she-it at school! You really should try and keep the sword flailing to a minimum." Lavi used his left hand to push the katana's tip to the left and step to the right.

"Oi, Moyashi. You the new roommate?" The same Japanese teen who earlier attacked Lavi during Cross's speech now held a long, polished katana sword and stood in front of the three outside his room. The teen had long dark hair tied in a high ponytail that cascaded down his back and ended right before his rear. The guy had sharp dark blue eyes, lean muscles, and a scowl that seemed permanently etched on his face.

It took Allen a few second to realize the Japanese teen was talking to him. "Hello. My name is Allen Walker, not umm…May-yash-see? It's a pleasure to meet you."

The Japanese man snorted. "Well, you are a Moyashi. And my name's Kanda. You call me by my first name and I'll slice you in your sleep. Understand?" Kanda then glared at Allen and pointed the sword at the white haired boy's chest to emphasis his point.

Allen gulped and nodded his head vigorously. With one last pointed look at Allen, Kanda stalked off down the hallway.

As soon as Kanda left, Lavi laughed and patted Allen on the back. "So you still wanna room with us?"

Allen smiled nervously and said, "If you'll still have me as your roommate."

"Of course, Al! Now come on! Let's drop your stuff odd here."Lavi grabbed Allen's trunk and dragged it into the room.

Allen turned to Daisya. "Thanks so much for helping me to my room."

Daisya nodded to the white-haired kid and smiled his signature creepy smile. "No problemo. I gotta get goin' to my room before my roommate takes ta' good bed. See ya 'round." With that, Daisya waved and continued walking down the hallway towards another stairway leading to the third level.

Allen picked up his backpack and cautiously walked into Room 69. The room had two windows on the wall across from the door and all the walls were painted a dark blue color. Three identical beds with dark blue sheets and comforters sat in a uniform row across the wall with the windows. There were three dark wood dressers along the wall with the door and two dark wood tables with one in between each bed in front of each window. As Allen examined the room, he saw that it had already been 'customized' by both his roommates.

On the right side, little was added besides hooks to hang up something (most likely a katana-Allen inferred), a Japanese flag tacked above the bed, and what looked to be a painted sculpture of a lotus flower in a sand dial in the bottom globe part. Allen deduced this must be Kanda's side, even though the lotus seemed…odd for the Japanese teen to have (and obviously take so much care of).

The left side, however, was much more colorful and suited for its…inhabitant. Lavi had postered the left wall with movie posters, band album covers, and pictures of various superstars. A bulletin board hung above the left bed had old concert tickets, cards, and various other random pieces of paper tacked to it. A bookcase and a desk had obviously been brought in, as they were light wood, and were arranged along the left wall. The bookshelf was overflowing with books, DVDs, CDs, and even the occasional scroll. The desk had a mountain of papers, some important textbooks, and a scattering of other school supplies.

Lavi noticed Allen's observations and chuckled. "Looks like you'll be in the middle. You get the dresser right behind the door. There's also a pullout drawer below your bed that you can stuff some of your junk into."

"Thanks Lavi. And is Kanda, um,…deaf?" Allen said timidly not wanting to offend anyone.

Lavi blinked and staed at Allen for a second. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, he can't seem to hear my name properly. He called my May-yash-eee when I clearly said Allen." Allen tried to not be offended as Lavi started laughing at him.

"Allen, Allen, Allen. Yuu was speaking Japanese. He was calling you a-and pardon my approximate translation-'beansprout', if I remember my Japanese lessons correctly."

Allen's faced darkened a bit and his hands balled into fits. "He. Called. Me. Small? WHY THAT FREAKING JERK!" Lavi doubled over laughing as Allen continued to yell various death-threats at Kanda (whom was being referred to as every curse name Allen could think). "That ASSHOLIC BASTARD BAKANDA-"

"What were you saying Moyashi?" Allen froze at the sound of a Japanese accented voice asking him from right behind him. Allen turned to the side nervous but still glaring at Kanda in the doorway.

"I. Am. NOT. Short!" Allen growled out, trying to act brave despite his fear that a katana sword would soon be angled towards his neck.

"Che. Of course you are. Mo-ya-shi" Kanda smirked at the kid in front of him and, ignoring the Allen's sputtering and fuming, strolled over to his bed and lay down.

Lavi grabbed Allen's shoulders and pulled the boy to sit down on the middle bed together. "Now Allen, I understand you're a new student and you got into Exorcist class already. How'd you do it? Are you, like, a super genius?"

Allen gave Lavi a confused look. "Eh? I, umm, don't understand. What is an Exorcist? Is it the same as a-Finder? Was that what you called it?"

Lavi turned to look incredulously at Allen and Kanda even turned his head and lifted his eyebrow. "Dude, you-you-"

Kanda cut off the redhead. "Baka Moyashi, do you know anything about this school? How it works?" Kanda even sounded a little shocked.

"W-w-well, I-I-I was signed up by my…uncle. He didn't really tell me much about the school cause he figured I'd just find out from my other two uncles."

Lavi raised his eyebrow. "And the other two uncles never told you?"

Allen stuttered, felling a bit embarrassed and stupid for not knowing about his new school at all. He just didn't know schools would have such complicated dynamics. Whenever he heard about school from Road or any of his family, they always made it sound simple. You have a class, a grade level, and teachers. Apparently this school was much more complicated. "Well, I have to go find them, so-"

Lavi gasped and cutin. "Wait a second. Wait a second. Are your uncles…teachers here?"

Allen nodded his head slowly, as if he instinctively feared Lavi's reaction. Which was, apparently, well placed fear. "NO WAY! REALLY? WHO ARE THEY? WHO ARE THEY?" Lavi was shaking Allen by his shoulders so hard, if a knock on the door hadn't made him stop, Allen feared he would have passed out.

Allen quickly out of Lavi's grip and lunged towards the door to thank his savior. As he pulled the door open, however, he was too shocked by the sight of a young Chinese woman to remember to say thank you.

"Hello there! You're Allen Walker, right?" Allen nodded. "Ah good, good, I'm glad you found your rom alright. I'm Lenalee Lee. I'm here to welcome you and show you around the school as well as bring you to your uncles."

Allen broke out of his daze and smiled politely at the girl. "Hello Miss Lenalee. It's a pleasure to meet you." Lenalee giggled.

"Allen, you are quite well mannered. I was worried for a bit, what with who your uncles are. Oh! No offense but well-"

The British boy smiled. "It's quite alright Lenalee. I know how my uncles are most of the time."

Lavi decided to butt in at this point. "LENALEEEE!" The redhead attacked the girl, pulling her into a crushing hug. As he let go after a few seconds, Lavi asked, "So you know our new roommate? You here to show him 'round?"

Lenalee nodded and turned to Allen. "So you really are rooming with Lavi and Kanda. Good luck." Lenalee laughed and continued. "Well, why don't we get going? Lavi and Kanda are coming too-Kanda, don't you dare protest. Or I may just have to tell Nii-san that you have certain dangerous items in your room. I'm sure he'd be happy to confiscate Mugen."

"Che. Fine", an annoyed Kanda huffed out.

Lenalee smiled sweetly and started walking down the hallway towards the stairs that led to the lower level. As she walked, Allen was able to get a better look at the girl. She had long dark hair like Kanda's, but hers was tied up into two high ponytails. She wore a short skirt with thigh-high black boots that made a 'click-click-click' noise as she walked. The boots probably had metal lining the bottom. Her top was a button-down white blouse that reminded him of his cousin Road's school uniform. Her accessory seemed to be a clipboard she held and used to whack people ask she walked by and noticed something. Allen, overall, thought she looked nice but was confused as to why she whacked people and no one seemed surprised or upset.

Lenalee slowed her walk to be at the same pace as Allen's. "Now, I'm gonna introduce you to people around the school, give you a tour, help you learn about the school-All that jazz. I'm sorry ahead of time, as this is probably going to be boring at times, but bear with me so I can also tell you all the things you really need to know in this school besides what the teachers and administrators say. Now, my brother, Komui Lee, is the principal of the school. "

Allen timidly raised his hand. The three students accompanying him all gave his varying degrees of the same incrduslous look. "Allen, it's okay to just say if you have a question. I really don't bite. Besides, I'm in the same grade, so we're like classmates and therefore friends."

Allen smiled at the girl and asked, "So, is it common for students to have relative in the school? Do you get in that way or something?"

Lenalee laughed. "Oh, no, it's not very common for students to be related to school staff. It's actually quite unusual. I think there are only a small handful who are like that. And you get into the school through taking tests to see if you're what the school is looking for. I know it's different from public school so you are probably not used to but surely you took the tests to get in."

Lavi burst out, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Allen, you got into Exorcist class on the first try and you came from a public school?"

"Uhh-no. I was homeschooled." Apparently this was news to everyone as Lenalee and Lavi's eyes both widened.

"Really?" The two said in unison.

Kanda decided to step in at this point. "Baka Usagi and Lenalee, stop scaring the kid."

At this point, Lavi and Lenalee didn't know what was more shocking: Allen's unusual entrance into the school or Kanda actually stepping in for someone. Kanda, it seemed, had decided to continue. "Now kid, before they freak out more and start yelling, therefore giving me a headache and reason enough to kill them, spit it out and explain." Kanda put his hands over the curious but loud pair so they wouldn't interrupt. (Lavi had a predictable habit to cut people off when he got a thought or question.)

Allen had no idea what was going on, so he decided to take the safest route and just explain how he got into this crazy messed up school. "Well, my dad thought it would be good for me to go to a regular school instead of traveling around with him for his job and being homeschooled. My uncles at the school agreed and said they'd talk to their boss. After I had to move in with my other uncle, I was told about a spot open in this school so I choose to go here." Kanda finally released the two teens in his hold and punched Lavi in the cheek.

A murderous aura seemed to fill the air. "Baka Usagi. Lick me again and I ripe your fucking tongue out."

Lav was too keen on asking Allen a multitude of questions to bother responding to another one of his best friend's death threats. "Dude! You didn't take a test to get in?" Allen nodded.

"Hmmm-we'll ask Nii-san when we get to the administrators building. For now, I don't think Allen has quite the knowledge about this place to answer any of our questions." Lavi nodded at Lenalee's logic and motioned with his hands for her to go on and continue their walk towards the exit from the boys' dorms.

"Now moving on. You obviously met Kanda and Lavi, and I heard you've met Daisya too. That's good. You see, Daisya is the Junior student counsel president. I'm the sophomore student counsel president. I'll introduce you to some of the people we see along the way."

As they exited the dorm, Allen admired the campus once more. It was quite large but also seemed somewhat knit together. The front of the school was the administrators' building, or more commonly known as BATS Cave.( It technically stood for Borad (of Trustees)-Administrators-Teachers-Staff but most students just called it that because it housed some of the teachers that they hated with burning passion.) To the left was the female dorm and to the right was the male dorm. The far back, across from the administrators' building was the largest building on the property. According to Lenalee's explanation, that was there all the classes were held and the building was called 'Class Hall'. In the middle of the four buildings was a large courtyard with benches, picnic tables, a few trees, bushes, flowerbeds, and various other decorative things complete with a large fountain in the center. Behind the boys' dorms, girls' dorm, and Class Hall were fields/courts for 'soccer', 'American' football, tennis, softball, baseball, volleyball, basketball, rugby, cricket, netball, track, and even an Olympic sized swimming pool.

Allen was in awe as Lenalee continued her explanation. "Wow. This school is so amazing! But, um why are the girl's dorms so much smaller than the guys' dorms?"

"Well, they actually only started enrolling girls this year. It was an all-boys academy until last year. And because of that, most of the girls who enrolled this year either had sibling in the school already or knew administrators or teachers who worked here. Plus, the school is only grades 9 to 12 so it doesn't have to be the biggest dorm. The female dorm used to house staff but they renovated and added on to the office buildings so that they could house staff there instead." Lenalee explained. The trio of males were now being lead towards BATS Cave.

The four stepped into the double doors and Lenalee walked right up to the secretary. "Hey Johnny. Is my brother in?" The young, twenty-something looking man at the counter looked up and squeaked outa "Yes" then smiled and went back to typing at his desk.

Lenalee led the group to down a hallway and entered into what looked to be a staff breakroom. "Okay. So Allen, these are two of the school counselors, Tup Dop and his sister Cash Dop. This is head of admissions Mr. Russell and Number 65, an office and paper worker. And this is our Vice Principal, Reever Wenhamm. Everyone, this is Allen Walker." The Dop twins and Number 65 nodded hi but quickly left to continue on with their work, now reloaded with their fifth cup of coffee that morning.

"Hey Allen. Welcome to Black Order Academy. You have two uncles working here as teachers right?" Vice Principal Wenhamm asked.

"Yes, Vice Principal Sir." Allen replied.

"Call me Mr. Reever instead. I don't like being addressed so formally if we're going to see each other a lot." Reever smiled kindly before turning to Lenalee. "Your brother is hiding out in his office. Mind getting him to actually do some work?"

Lenalee smiled and looked a little exasperated. "And it's only the first day of school. I'll go wake him up. Plus, I need to introduce him to Allen."

Lenalee stormed to the end of the hallway and barged into the room labeled 'Principal's Office' Allen, Lavi, and Kanda were quick to follow her down the hall. Just as the trio entered the office, Lenalee took her handy clipboard and slammed it right down onto her brother's head. Komui Lee then sprang up from his chair, knocking a stack of papers from his desk to the ground in the process. "DON'T TOUCH MY LENALEEEEEEE!" Komui screamed at an alarmingly loud decibel.

"NII-SAN! You were sleeping instead of working again!" Lenalee gave her brother a pointed look, which was apparently ignored, as Komui grabbed his sister into a hug and started chanting, "Lenalee! Lenalee! My darling sister no man shall see! Lenalee! Lenalee!"

The Chinese girl blushed a bit at her brother's embarrassing antics. "Nii-san! Let go! I have someone to introduce you to and Lavi and I wanted to ask you something." It wasn't until his sister yelled at him that Komui realized there were three other occupants in the room.

"Hello there Lavi, Kanda, and…uh, are you new here boy?" Komui questioned.

Allen didn't know what to make of the new strange character who was supposed to be his principal. The man wore a white lab-coat looking uniform like the rest of the office staff, with a plain sweater and pair of pants. Principal Komui also wore a pair of reflective glasses and a white beret on his head, which tamed his short, dark purple hair. "Hello Principal Komui. I'm Allen Walker. Thank you for allowing me to come to this school."

"Ah, so you're Allen Walker. I'm glad you agreed to come. I didn't know if you would leave with your other uncle, but I know that you dad was really keen on having you come here. I knew Mana back when we were in high school together with Cross. He was an old friend and I looked at some of the work you were doing with him a few months ago. It was quite advanced for your age. I'm sure you'll do well here at Black Order." Allen faced became shadowed as Komui mentioned Mana. Komui quickly realized his mistake and reached over to pat Allen's shoulder in comfort.

Lenalee noticed how tense and upset the subject was making Allen, so she quickly switched subjects. "Nii-san, we actually came here to collect Allen's schedule before bringing him to his classes and going to meet some people around the school. Could we have a copy of his classes?"

Allen relaxed as the topic was diverted away from his past but the small ache in his chest never left.

"Oh, yes. I actually have a copy of his schedule right here!" Komui piped up excitedly. He rummaged around his desk before locating a small sheet of yellow paper. "Here it is." He handed the slip over to his sister before waving his hands toward the door. "Now why don't you go show him his classes so I can get back to work."

"Nii-san, you better work this time. No napping or I'll have Mr. Reever tell me." Lenalee gave her brother yet another pointed look before skipping over, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and dragging Lavi and Allen out by their arms with Kanda following behind them.

Komui Lee stared at the four as they left. The young Principal gave a heavy sigh and dived deep into his thoughts. Allen Walker. You are just as you father described you to be. Polite, Kind, respectful. It's such a shame you had to go through such a tragedy. It's just as Tyki says: The kid doesn't fit in with the family Mana had distanced himself from. It's not good to leave him in Neah's care-I just hope Allen agrees with that before Neah snaps and tries to take him back. There's only so much I can do…

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Please review, review, REVIEW! No flaming or haters please but constructive criticism is appreciated. (Always looking to improve)

***As an afterthought, sorry if the second half isn't perfectly grammatically correct. I wrote it while I am sick right now. By the way, this is mostly just an introduction. The plot and humor and whatnot will grow in the next few chapters.