Well, this is the end. I just want to thank everyone who stuck with me through this roller coaster of utter nonsense. I really can't express my gratitude in words. This is my final gift to you guys. Enjoy! And tell me what you guys thought of the story.

~The Solution (Or Something Like That)~

Lenalee was thoroughly annoyed. And confused.

One moment, she was pinning down her enemy and almost winning (ignoring the fact that his hands were around her neck, able to snap it in a split second), and the next moment, the door to the inn had opened and she was being yelled at by some Gothic Lolita.

And the moment after that, said Gothic Lolita was throwing candles at her -where did she even find those?- and she was being pushed away by Allen. Lenalee was rather disappointed. After all, no one likes having candles thrown at them by random strangers who may or may not be on your enemy's side.

[ It might also have been because she had been rather enjoying the position she and Allen were in, but that shall never be known.]

"YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO STEAL ALLEN FROM ME?!" The Goth shrieked like a banshee, and Lenalee was amazed that her ears were still intact after hearing it. She was also very confused. What was that banshee talking about? Steal Allen away from her?

Pfft, Lenalee was trying to kill him, not date him. That Gothic Lolita must really be very stupid. Also, wasn't she, like, thirteen or something? Was she even allowed to be in a place like this?

When the banshee threw another candle at her, Lenalee decided that she was probably not thirteen and definitely more than capable of being her.

"Ah, stop with the candles," Lenalee cried, "And what are you even talking about? Steal Allen away from you? I don't even know you!"

The Lolita stopped for a moment and sneered at her in a voice that was not at all like a banshee, which amazed Lenalee even further. "The name's Road Kamelot. Now you know who I am."

And then, "SO STOP TRYING TO TAKE ALLEN AWAY FROM ME!" Ah, and there returned the banshee voice. Just when Lenalee had begun to think that maybe she was not spawned from a banshee after all.

Wait a second, if she really was spawned from a banshee, didn't that mean she had Irish genes? But she did not look very Irish...

Lenalee was reminded that she was getting totally off topic here when another candle came flying at her. She only managed to barely dodge it in the last moment. Huh, looks like this little punk was in need of some serious punishment.

Meanwhile, Allen was trying to get his own point across, and failing miserably. "Um, I was never yours to begin with?" He at first said to Road, whose own banshee-like voice had drowned out everything else, thus causing Allen to not be heard. He then tried to communicate with Tyki, who was still standing by the door with a bewildered expression. But Tyki could not hear him either, courtesy of Road 'The Banshee' Kamelot.

One person who was totally immune to Road's screams was Neah. If he wanted, he could easily take out Lavi right then and there because Lavi was too busy trying to shield his ears, but of course, Neah being the idiot that he is, instead decided that it was the correct time to tell Road that he had trashed her closet the day before.

"Yo, Road!" Neah said through all the noise, and somehow managed to be heard, "Did you check your closet? Isn't it in just the best condition ever?"

Road suddenly stopped attacking Lenalee and whipped around to face Neah. Lenalee tried to take this moment to strike, but Allen once again engaged her in combat, making Road able to pay full attention to Neah.

"What did you just say?" Road asked carefully, as if she was treading on thin ice, which she wasn't, "What happened to my closet?"

A maniacal grin, that was so often found in the faces of the Noahs, found it's way to Neah's mouth.

"Oh, you didn't know? Well, I sort of totally trashed it last night. You know, nothing major, just shredded some of your party clothes and replaced some others with Jasdevi's Christmas stockings. And, well, I might have let their chicken rampage around for some time..."

The expression of utter fury on Road's face was indescribable. "You... WHAT?!"

Neah counted down. 3... 2... 1. Here we go!

"YOU DARE! THAT'S JUST AS BAD AS SEPARATING ALLIE-POP FROM ME! HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU EVER DO THAT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Neah gave a sort of non-committal shrug. "As you sow, so shall you reap. You were the one who tore all my best suits to pieces, bitch. The only reason I waited this long to get revenge was because Sheril was in town. But now that he's not... I can do what ever I want!" And then Neah gave a super-villain worthy laugh, which sent shivers down the spines of all those who heard it, not because it was villainous or anything, but rather because of how stupid it sounded.

Cross gave a sigh at the stupidity of all the people around him. And currently, the biggest idiot around was the person he was fighting, Kanda Yuu. It was clear that he guy had a hangover, what with the way he was wildly swinging around his sword. If anything, he was more likely to cut himself before he ever got Cross.

Turned out, Link was smartest out of all of them. During all the commotion, he quietly slipped away, determined to never come in contact with those crazy people again.

"..."

"..."

"... Earl, what are you doing?"

"Why, I'm baking cookies, of course!"

"And what, pray tell, is Jasdevi's chicken doing on top of your head?"

"..."

"... Thought so."

The fight between the Noahs and the Black Order was still carrying on. Except now, it was more Noah vs Noah with the Black Order as spectators.

Road, screaming like, no, even worse than a banshee, charged at Neah in full speed, determined to pulverize the molester of her beloved closet. Neah was also totally focused, absolutely hell-bent on not letting Road get the best out of him.

"I will kill you!" Road screamed, but now, it sounded more like Jasdevi's chicken, because she was trying to make it seem deadly instead of nonsensical, and was failing miserably at it.

"I will also- no, wait, I can't kill you. Sheril will obliterate me if I did. I will.. I will.. I will tear up all your voodoo dolls!" Neah cried.

Road gasped, "You wouldn't!"

Allen, Cross and Tyki sweat-dropped in the background, because seriously? And these two were supposed to be members of the deadliest mafia around.

Lavi, who was totally being ignored by his sparring partner Neah in favor of tearing some Gothic Lolita's voodoo dolls, was getting rather irritated. He was supposed to be killing his enemies, not watching them bicker like babies.

Wait, babies didn't bicker, did they? OK, that's not the point. The point is, his enemies were childish as hell, and Lavi was not in the mood for their shit.

"Don't ignore me!" With that battle cry, Lavi rushed into the cat fight that was taking place between Neah and Road. And soon enough, Neah and Road's stupidity had rubbed off on Lavi and he was also arguing with them about the best material for making suits, and whether top-hats were still in fashion or not.

Once again, Allen, Cross and Tyki were left with no choice but to drop the sweat.

The three of them engaged in combat with Lenalee and Kanda, who had also teamed up. Tyki was still not sure exactly what was going on and he had absolutely no wish to participate in Allen, Cross and Neah's shit, but he was bribed by Allen to join in with the promise of a fair poker match later on.

And although Allen's definition of fair poker match was pretty much equivalent to I-am-going-to-cheat-all-the-money-out-of-you, Tyki could not resist the allure of a poker game with Allen, and thus joined the fray.

The fight was still only getting started.

"Wisely, what do you think is taking them so long? Didn't Tyki-pet and Road already go to fetch them?"

"Yes, they did. They probably got roped up in their nonsense, as well."

"Now, now, Wisely. Have some faith in your dear sister and uncle~ I'm sure they are just fine."

"Of course, they are. I never said they weren't. You were the one who was worried, Earl."

"Yes, yes, of course I'm worried! Say, Wisely, why don't you just give them a call to check when they're coming? They're getting terribly late, I'm afraid~"

Sigh. "Sure, if that's what you want. By the way, what are you planning to do with the chicken?""

"...Chicken? What are you talking about?"

"The one that's on your head."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Fine! Fine, I'll tell you. It's just that, my dearest Jasdevi entrusted their chicken to me before leaving for their mission! I couldn't say no~ I am so sorry! I really should not have accepted, should I have?~"

"No. No, you shouldn't have."

"..."

"..."

"... Just make the call, Wisely."

"... Sure."

The bar was, to say the least, in a state of utter chaos.

On one side, a heated argument regarding voodoo dolls was taking place, courtesy of Road, Neah and Lavi. On the other side, Allen, Cross and Tyki were engaged in combat/swearing match with Kanda and Lenalee. Well, Cross and Kanda were the only ones swearing, but whatever.

The floor was suffering the worst of the impact. It was filled with, spilled tea, vomited breakfast, a pair of cat ears, and lots of other things that should not be mentioned. The walls weren't much better. And let's spare the tables and chairs a mention.

If anyone were to walk into that place at that moment, they would think that the place looked nothing short of ground zero.

Well, they would not be very wrong, because each of the people present there were pretty much human equivalents of nuclear bombs. If nuclear bombs could crack bad jokes and swear like sailors, that is.

Everything was pretty much a blur to an onlooker. Or at least, it would have been if there was an onlooker, which there wasn't. All the people were terrified, and justly so, to even take a peek.

There was only chaos.

And then, suddenly, a shrill ringtone could be heard throughout the room.

And then, there was silence.

"Uh," It was Road who broke the silence, moving away and taking out her phone, "That would be mine. Please excuse me for a second."

She took out her phone and looked at the caller ID. Immediately, her face contorted into an expression of horror. "Shit," and trons of other curses flew out of her mouth as she hurried to receive the call, albeit unwillingly.

"Hello~" She greeted the caller cheerfully, although she was not feeling very happy at all.

"Hello," The voice of Wisely greeted back, "I am not even going to ask what is happening, because undoubtedly, you have gotten tangled up in Allen, Cross and Neah's mess, and I have no wish to learn of their insane ways. I am going to cut straight to the chase: when are you coming back? You were supposed to fetch them half an hour ago."

And thus, Road remembered the real reason why she and Tyki had come here in the first place, and another string of curses. Unfortunately, Wisely heard it all and reprimanded her for cursing, and she could practically feel the smugness radiating off his voice at having told her off.

Road sighed. "Fine, we're coming back, right now. Bye~" And with that, she hung up.

And then, grimacing, she turned to her fellow Noahs and said, "It's time to go. Wisely called."

The rest of the Noahs were also reminded of the party that was to take place in the evening, and their grimaces mirrored Road, except for Allen, whose grimace was more of a smirk than anything at the thought of all the good food that was going to be there.

Lavi, Kanda and Lenalee were thoroughly puzzled. Just what was going on? Did the Noahs have curfew or something?

It was unanimously, yet wordlessly, decided that while fighting with the Black Order had been an exciting experience, it was time to leave. They almost felt sad, but the key to this motion lied in the word 'almost'.

"Well," said Allen, feeling inclined to at least say a proper goodbye to the people he had gone bar-hopping with just the night before, "It was nice meeting you guys, but we really gotta scram now."

And then, the Noahs all dashed out of the bar and stuffed themselves into Tyki's car however fast possible. Tyki only barely managed to get into the driver's seat, Neah stole the passenger seat by force, Allen and Road climbed in through the back windows, and Cross was also forced to sit at the back with the little devils known as Allen and Road. As soon as Tyki managed to get his hands on the steering wheel, they set off, the wind drowning out Neah's whines about his own car which currently laid broken on the corner of some dirty alley.

Overall, it was a pretty anticlimactic end to an exciting adventure (sort of).

Meanwhile, Howard Link had managed to reach the office of his superior Malcolm C. Lvellie, and had just finished telling him of his tales and how he was quitting the police from now on.

Lvellie narrowed his eyes at Link. "So.. You mean to tell me that a teen with white hair appeared at your doorsteps at midnight, dragged you to an inn, took you bar-hopping with some strangers, met his uncles, and then you got caught in a fight between two parties and barely managed to escape because a third paty intervened screaming like a banshee?"

Link nodded his head.

"Mr. Link... Do you realize just how many laws you have broken in one night and how many you witnessed being broken? I could file a charge against you for all of this. And the first offense would be: lying to a superior officer."

Link huffed. "Trust me, sir. It is as hard for me to believe as it is for you. But it is true."

Huh. Maybe Howard Link had gone mad after all. Shame. He had been a really good man. The pressure of his assignment must have gotten to him. Well, it was not the first time Lvellie was witnessing something like this.

"...Very well. You can leave now, Mr. Link. from now on, you are hereby dismissed from the police."

Link heaved a sigh of relief. He thanked Lvellie and left the office.

Lvellie himself heaved a sigh after Link was gone. "Now... Where did I keep my spare beer bottles again?"

"Well, what now?" asked Lavi after a moment of silence.

Lenalee shrugged. "Well, our mission was to gather information and we certainly gathered lots of it, so I guess it was a success?"

Kanda also shrugged. "Meh, who cares. Nothing we can do right now. We'll just tell 'em what happened and it's up to them to believe us or not."

And therefore, the three Black Order members left the inn and embarked on their journey back to their headquarters. Along the way, they faced many hardships and conquered various things and blah, blah, blah. Basically, all the typical cliche things which heroes always face.

But that's a story for another time.

By the time the Noahs reached the manor, it was already time for the party. Fortunately, they all had spare clothes to change into before entering, but unfortunately, the Earl and Wisely were there to greet them at the door.

After making lots of excuses and promises to explain everything later on, they finally managed to enter the manor. It was totally buzzing with people, and Allen almost got squashed under people's feet at least five times.

After much trouble, he and Neah finally managed to make their way to the dining table, where various foods and desserts were placed. Unable to control himself any longer, Allen dove into the chocolate fountain, Neah laughing at him.

When Cross finally reunited with the two, he found Allen passionately making out with the chocolate and Neah not-so-passionately staring at said chocolate with jealousy. Cross was unable to stop himself from huffing st the scene.

"Yo, Cross," said Neah, raining a hand. Allen was still too busy making out with the chocolate to respond.

"Huh. So, that was quite the ride," Cross commented, casually picking up a chocolate and eating it. Neah stared at that chocolate with envy too.

Allen had by then finally diverted his attention from the chocolate enough to talk.

"I believe it all started when you came back from the dead. So, theoretically speaking, you are the root of all these problems."

Cross's eyebrows twitched. "Don't try to get smart with me, idiot apprentice. I'll wring out your neck."

Neah gave a gasp of 'you wouldn't!' but he was ignored by both Cross and Allen.

Allen's voice was dripping with as much sarcasm as his face was dripping with chocolate when he said, "Love you too."

And with that, Allen stuffed another piece of candy into his mouth.

The End.

Extra:

The bartender walked into the inn and almost had a heart attack at seeing the state of the place. He contemplated getting a hazmat suit before treading the area but in the end, decided against it and traveled normally.

When he reached beside the counter, he feet stepped on a piece of paper. He stepped back and picked it up, only to see that it was a bill. And that's when the though occurred to him.

"Hey... THAT BLONDE GUY WITH THE MOLES NEVER PAYED HIS BILL!"

And that was how former inspector Howard Link's life was whisked into another nightmare right after getting out of one.