All right, people who continuously ask if there are going to be pairings in this or not, the answer is quite simple.

I DON'T KNOW.

This story was a thing that I was always interested in trying; an action/adventure/humor fanfic with just story, dialogue, and plot. I wasn't exactly thinking about pairings when I started writing this, and I don't feel like starting now. Maybe later, but not now. Besides, who the hell would I pair? Kanda and Hinata? I don't think so, thank you.

Okay, I'm done.

Wait, no I'm not. Remember the drill, guys? "English speech is like this, with a few emphasizes here and there," "In comparison to Japanese speech, which is like this."

Chapter Five

"…Where does it all go?!" Hanabi Hyuuga asked her older sister in Japanese as their polite guest put away two almost overflowing plates of food and was already halfway through his third plate.

Hinata Hyuuga stared. "M-maybe he's r-r-really hungry?" she replied, unsure of the answer herself. Naruto may have had quite the pit for a stomach, but this Allen Walker topped him by overwhelming levels.

It was almost like he was eating for more than one person.

Hiashi, who was quite transfixed, broke out his trance as Allen wiped his face carefully with a napkin, his black gloves with a white cross design still on his hands despite the traditional white gi and hakkun outfit he wore.

"Walker-san," he spoke in a gruff voice, obviously irritated by something. "It is quite rude to don gloves at the table while a meal is being partaken."

The white-haired exorcist looked up; the napkin paused in his hand. "My apologies sir," he said with a smile. "It's just that, I have a certain hand condition that I'd rather not expose at your table."

"I see." Hiashi replied, watching the boy's hands return to the fork and knife already on the plate, as the man knew chopsticks would be damn near impossible for him to use at this very moment. He crossed his arms with an air of authority. "Well?"

Allen stopped the fork. "Well what, sir?" he asked.

"Take off your gloves so that I may see this hand condition of yours," Hiashi commanded, cocking an eyebrow as though asking him to deny his request.

"Uh, um, of course sir!" the exorcist stuttered, making away with the right glove first. All occupants of the table looked at the hand, and feeling slight confusion at its normalcy, as they expected something much worst.

"Now the left hand," the Hyuuga head commanded, flaring his chakra internally for the use of Byakugan.

Allen visibly hesitated, and took off his other glove, exposing the maroon disfigured hand, causing a few gasps to ring about the table.

Neji was almost amazed, as he had gotten a glimpse of it when he walked in on the fifteen-year-old, but it was quite interesting to the arm up close. "That's quite impressive," he told Allen, placing his chopsticks on top of his plate.

Hiashi felt his veins press against his skin around his eyes, and hestared intently at the boy's contorted arm, hissing in a breath.

This is incredible! He thought. There's a incredible amount of chakra pulsating in that arm alone, and the fact that nobody could feel it only exposes the fact that the arm is cloaking itself from the presence of others, combined with Walker-san's apparent discomfort with it's exposure as well.

"Very well," he said gruffly aloud. "You may put back on your gloves."

Allen smiled brightly at him and rushed to put on his Black Order gloves. Neji, who sat next to him on his right, stood up and bowed to the others at the table.

"Thank you for the food," he recited in Japanese, and walked out the room.

The pale boy watched him go, and Hinata watched him.

There was just something about him she couldn't place, and it wasn't related to his arm either.

The exorcist turned around, feeling her stare, and looked at her. He flashed a large smile at her, and went back to eating his food.

Hinata was glad she wasn't speaking as her face heated up, and she looked down at her plate as her sister and father looked at her curiously.

"What's wrong with her?" Hanabi asked her father.

He just shook his head.

"Kurenai-san!" Lenalee scolded her host. "I just cleaned the floor! Don't just drop your empty cup there!"

"Whoops," Kurenai muttered, picking up her discarded ramen cup. "Okay, so where do I put this again?"

"In the trash."

"Right, right," the jounin said amusedly. "All right, I'm on it."

The woman stood up, the ramen cup in her hand. She walked about the room a bit, looked in the small kitchen, and walked back to the sitting room.

"Uh, where is the trash, exactly?"

The Chinese exorcist rolled her eyes. "Next to you, Kurenai-san."

"Ah, well that makes sense."

Lenalee stretched out her legs, sighing. "I'm feeling really tired right about now," she said aloud.

Kurenai laughed. "Well I'd expect so, since you cleaned up everything by yourself, which I'm really grateful for."

"Yeah." She yawned. "Where will I sleep, again?"

"It's still the early evening, do you really want to sleep?"

The thought process took exactly two seconds. "YES."

The red-eyed woman pursed her lips. "You're so boring," she said, shaking her head. "But if you really want to sleep, follow me." She motioned her hand towards the short hallway and Lenalee got up and walked in that direction.

"This is my room," the jounin announced, sliding open the thin door that led to an ordinary Japanese style bedroom. Except, there was only one futon.

"The other one is in the closet, I'm about to get it right now." Kurenai explained, as though she read Lenalee's mind.

"That'll be fine," Lenalee replied. "Just fine."

I wonder how the others are.

"I imminently refuse to do anymore push-ups."

Gai gasped. "But, exercise only INDUCES greater health for all!" he proclaimed.

Lavi shook his head. "Sorry man, but I just can't feel my arms. How about we stop doing push-ups altogether and get some food?" he reasoned.

"AH! You must be hungry!" the green-donning man shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "I have the PERFECT meal for you, my youth-filled guest!"

Please be meat, please be meat, please in the name of the Lord be meat. "Uh, what is it?" he asked hopefully.

"Why, it is beef yakisoba with miso soup!"

THANK YOU LORD, THANK YOU SO MUCH. "That'll be great."

Gai smiled at him, obviously pleased with his answer. "I shall begin the preparations at once!" he announced, scurrying off to the kitchen.

The redhead gave him a thumb up. "Yeah… you do that."

And then he plopped on the wooden floor. "Ahhhh, dearest Allen, wonderful Lenalee, Yuu… I wonder how you are all doing?" he grumbled aloud. "I'm pretty sure Allen has freaked out his host family with either his eating habits or his arm or even both. Lenalee, is, uh, getting herself into some shit that she probably doesn't need to participate in."

"PROFANITY IS CURRENTLY NOT ALLOWED IN MY HOUSEHOLD!" the jounin yelled from the kitchen.

"I'll be sure to remember!" Lavi replied back, loudly.

He returned to his musings. "And Yuu, well, uh, Yuu's uhhh… Geez, I don't know what the heck Yuu's doing right about now!"

"NO CURSING!"

"I SAID HECK!"

"Yuu, just give me the book, okay?" Kakashi reasoned at the armed exorcist in the guest bedroom. "Everyone wins if you give it up to me."

"I'd rather not," Kanda replied sardonically, smirking. "The plot's gotten interesting."

"I know, right?—wait, give me the book back!"

"…Hold on, I'm turning the page."

The silver-haired jounin sighed. "I didn't want to do this, but you've made me resort to it," he said desolately. A moment passed after the statement, and Kanda cocked an eyebrow.

"Do what?" he asked.

Kakashi's mask twitched, signifying a smile. "Nothing," he said in his native language, causing automatic suspicion.

"What did you do!"

"I didn't do anything, Yuu."

Kanda narrowed his eyes and stuck the book in the waistband of his pants. "Now try to do something, you one-eyed bastard," he challenged.

The silver-haired man just laughed and walked off. This caused the resident exorcist to leap up and run to the door, sticking his flushed face out the opening.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Come back, you fucking paranoia-inducing bastard!"

"I'll wait until you're all tucked in bed, and then I'll do something."

"FUCKING BASTARD!"

When Allen woke the next morning, he was not refreshed and exhilarated, like he expected himself to be.

For, as one might've seen, he awoke to his left eye's pulsating pain.

"W-what's g-going on?" he asked himself as he tried to hold in his wildly revolving eye with his mutated hand. The exorcist hissed in pain as he clenched his hand on his skin, the black nails of the innocence slowly scratching through his skin.

"A-arren Walker?" a voice called from the doorway of his room. He turned his head, eye still covered.

"Yes?" he answered politely, regardless of the situation he was in.

A man stood in the doorway, obviously nervous.

"T-the H-hok-kah-g-geh needs to s-see you," he said, struggling in English with a thick Japanese accent.

Allen smiled. "Thank you, I shall go as soon as possible."

"I'm h-here to e-es-cor-cort y-you."

"Well then, please wait outside as I get ready then."

The man still stood there, unsure of what Allen had said.

Neji passed by him. "Leave for a moment, he needs to get prepared." He translated curtly, not stopping. The ninja nodded and left from the door, leaving Allen to thank Neji silently for his somewhat random entrance.

And he removed his hand from his eye, which calmed down finally.

The exorcist turned his head back towards the empty doorway.

"It looks like trouble."

"ALLEN!" Lavi cried happily. "LENALEE! ….Yuu!"

Kanda ignored him.

The redhead flung himself onto his smaller friend, whimpering. "Oh God, it was HORRIBLE!" he whined. "I had to do one-hundred and thirty-six push-ups until I could eat, and then I had to do one-hundred and fifty-seven push-ups to burn off the fat I just obtained!"

"How was the food?" Allen asked.

"Delicious, but that isn't the point!" Lavi exclaimed dramatically. "We MUST trade houses! You can take Spandex, and I'll take whoever you have!"

"The person I have is the head of a very prestigious family and does not tolerate loud noises, misbehavior, or poor manners in general." The other exorcist replied blandly.

"Oooh, sounds like you've got bad luck when it comes to getting the good families. Did they give you those clothes? Because you look good in white, for the record."

Allen blushed, smiling. "Thanks, and yes, they did give me these clothes. I'm only guessing you're not supposed to wear your knickers underneath these, because it seems like that kind of suit."

"Lucky you, I'm still in my pants and blasted undershirt, which was the least sweaty article of clothing on me, interestingly enough. Whoa, Lenalee, your outfit tops all of ours! Did your host lend them to you?"

Lenalee stuck out her tongue in a grin. "Why yes, I did." She made a faux-twirl, her black standard ninja outfit standing out on her. "Kurenai-san was very lenient in lending them to me, but I guess that's what girls do. You guys have to go through it the hard way, ha!"

Lavi stuck out his tongue. "I'll get some more clothes soon enough!" he replied. "Oh yeah, and why haven't any of us interrogated Yuu?"

They turned to the tall, Japanese member of their team, who leaned against the wall reading a small orange book, obviously enraptured in it.

"Not touching." Allen said firmly.

"Seconded, because he looks pretty serious in whatever he's doing."

"Pah! You guys are wimps!" the redhead teased. "I'm just going to ask him a few questions, and it isn't that dangerous."

The white-haired exorcist shook his head. "Right into the lion's den," he whispered, and Lenalee nodded in agreement.

"Hey Yuu, what're you reading?"

"Go away."

"Is it good?"

"Go away."

Lavi tried to get a look at the pages, but Kanda just straightened and held the book higher.

"Oh come on, it can't be something like adult stuff, can it?"

A light line of pink came across Kanda's cheeks, and he scowled, bringing the book closer to his face.

Lavi backed away slowly. "Oh…my…God," he whispered. "No way, no way possible!"

"What happened?" Lenalee asked.

"I think Kanda's reading—"

A masked ninja popped into the lobby where they waited, smoke trailing around them. "The Hokage will see you now."

"Thank you," Kanda said in Japanese. "We'll be right up. Let's go, losers."

"Jerk," Allen whispered as he passed Kanda, who snapped his book closed and glared at the younger boy.

"Just keep moving, bean sprout."

"And this is all the luggage we recovered from the forest area, and I can only assume it belongs to you four." Tsunade said blandly.

Lavi immediately went for the suitcase he identified as his and slammed it open, his one eye opening in happiness. "Thank you God!" he cried, hugging his clothing. "I don't have to resort to spandex!"

The Hokage coughed back a laugh and looked at the other three. "I can only assume you are content with your living quarters?" she asked lightly.

"I'm, um, fine," Allen answered, scratching his chin nervously.

"I'm okay." Lenalee replied.

Kanda continued to read his book.

Tsunade cocked a blonde eyebrow. "Are you not going to answer?" she asked.

"I'm not going to answer." The eighteen-year-old retorted. "I'm reading."

"What in the world can you be reading… oh for goodness' sake, not that book!"

Lavi turned around. "You know what he's reading?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course I know!" she snorted. "He's reading—"

CHOMP

Timcampy wiggled out Allen's loose shirt to bite on his shoulder, making the boy wince.

"Hey Tim," he greeted, tapping the golem on its small, golden head. "I guess you're reminding me to check us in with Komui, right?"

CHOMP

"You've got to learn to talk in gentler ways," Allen grumbled, prying the golem off his slightly red shoulder. "All right, get me Komui."

Timcampy wriggled a bit in Allen's hold, but he soon relented and a familiar voice was speaking though him.

"Hello?" Komui asked. "Have you all arrived yet?"

"Yeah, we're here," Lavi said, winking at the curious Tsunade. "We just got settled."

"Well that's great then," Komui said, pleased. "Tomorrow, get the Akuma report. We need to know what we're dealing with here, all right."

"As if we don't know." Kanda snapped grumpily.

"If that was Kanda, tell him that it's okay, I still appreciate him. I need the Akuma report in two days, so do not slack off."

"Understood," the exorcists chorused.

"Great." The chief stated. "And, Tsunade-san?"

"Yes?" Tsunade answered a little loudly, unused to Timcampy's abilities.

"I'm terribly sorry that we couldn't meet in person, but I can assure you that these exorcists are some of the best, so I can only hope you are the right person to leave them with."

The Hokage smiled. "Oh, you couldn't have done better. Now, all that's left is to get rid of these…Akuma, as you call them."

"Right! I appreciate all of your help, and if Kanda acts up, just call him an obscene nickname and he'll back right off."

"The HELL I will—" Kanda snarled.

"Good-bye." And Timcampy fluttered back to Allen's head, biting it lightly.

Tsunade smirked at Kanda.

"Ready for some work, Pony Tail?"