OMG! Like, hi! I can't believe that this is my second story and its....published. I wanted to finish my other story first, you know, the one where Kanda Steals Lenalee's kidney (no that doesn't actually happen) before I published this one, but in the end, I just couldn't hold back my urges (lol) and I just had to post this one up. But oh well screw waiting -its out! So please read it! MWA! LOVE! ;)

WARNING WARNING WARNING!

FEMALE ALLEN ALERT! Yeah I know, I didn't post the warning in the summary, but there wasn't enough room so too bad. But please read it anyways I don't get why people think its so bad for Allen to be a female like really whatever he's allowed to have a sex change from time to time! And beside, there was a poll on my profile debating whether Allen should be a girl or not in this fic but in the end it was surprisingly a...TIE!!! Yeah I know it was a tie! Thats really weird!

Oh well whatever please read and remember to review cuz everybody wants a review!!! :DDDD

~Never, AGAIN~

FEMALE ALLEN ALERT IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE STUFF AT THE TOP! DON'T BLAME ME AND SAY I DIDN't WARN YA!!! :D

But really. Just read it anyway.

Hey Allen, my favorite bitch.

I have gone back to Vegas, where I can hang with the ladies and get some extra cash in my pockets at the Playboy casino. Don't you dare come looking for me. I need you to stay right where you are in order to pay up our 500,000 dollar debt. Work your tiny ass off, got it? Oh, and get another part time job while you're at it-you should have at least three by now, you slow arse. Screw the one at the café and get a damn job that pays more. And tell Miss Anita that I'm alright and won't be back for a while-if she starts to get all teary then grab a fucking box of Kleenex and throw it at her face. She needs to be a strong woman. Damn I'm feeling pretty drunk right now. When you read this I will probably be gone already so don't even bother getting mad, stupid kid. Never forget that I'm still your guardian. And oh-were going to be pretty damn rich by the time I leave Vegas and get back to that house!

Remember-what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

From Cross Marian

Allen Walker stared at the letter that she was holding in shock. She was still shaking, with the paper clutched in her gloved hands tightly.

Sure, her guardian had done billions of reckless things before-from messing with gangsters to feeding pot to dogs to hitting on not-even-so-hot teachers to kicking people randomly on the streets when he was drunk, but leaving suddenly to Las Vegas without even a goodbye?

"GOD HELP ME!"

The white haired girl dropped to the ground weakly on her knees as she clutched her head and pleaded hopelessly. She wasn't even using God's name in vain-at this moment, Allen knew that she needed help from the person she believed in the most, and that was Mr. Jesus Christy.

Burning with rage, the white haired girl picked up the letter from the ground and ripped it to shreds like a cat that needed a scratching post. She was DONE with this Cross Marian. As in, she would probably never talk to him again when he got back from Vegas. IF he ever got back from Vegas that is-he would probably lose so badly in the casinos and then not have any money left to get a plane ticket back home. That would have been perfect-then she'd never ever have to be harassed by that stupid red head who called himself her guardian again!

"Argghhhh!" Allen Walker leapt up from the floor and stomped on what was left of the poor letter. "What does he mean by pay up our debts?!" she cried out to herself as the words on the letter haunted her. "Who was the freaking man that spent five hundred bucks everyday on women and alcohol?!"Before the girl knew it, tears were pouring out of Allen's face like a river. Great. Awesome. Fantastic. Now she was crying-crying. Usually, she was the last one to get mad-she believed that solving problems without anger or violence was the way to go. But maybe that theory was wrong, because if Cross Marian had come home right at that moment, she swore that she would have set his damn goatee on fire.

Allen took a deep breath and lay down flat on the floor, feeling faint. She wanted to go back to sleep so badly right now and wake up again for everything to be a dream. But of course something so complicated like sleep was not even in her dictionary. Or at least only half the word was, since she only got five hours of it every night.

Allen wiped away a tear resting on her cheek with a gloved hand and sniffed. She obviously couldn't rest up right now-school was going to start in five minutes and she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. The first thing she had done when she had waken up was charge into the living room and wonder why Cross Marian hadn't interrupted her dreams like he usually did every morning with his loud, murderous laughs and noisy beer bottle throwing. And the reason was obviously in that letter he had left on the couch, the explanation written onto the back of the poster of a nude woman. It was clear that Cross Marian had been looking at porn magazines again, that perv. He couldn't even find a normal sheet of paper to write on with!

"Bastard." Allen mumbled under her breath as she got up from the floor and glanced around. Along with the letter, her guardian had also left a big pile of crap in the living room waiting for her to clean it up. There were broken beer bottles, ripped up bills, pages torn out from inappropriate magazines, cigarette butts, and dead hamsters lying all across the room.

The only thing that should have been there but was not was Timcampy, her Master's Chow Chow. In fact, Allen wished that the little puppy was there-even though that dog loved to bite people; it was still the cutest thing ever. But to her surprise, this morning, when she had found the letter, Timcampy was nowhere to be found, which meant that Cross had probably taken the puppy with him to the slots in Vegas, and it surprised Allen a lot. She didn't expect him to take Timcampy with him at all even though it was his dog-that bastard could of cared less if anything happened to Timcampy. But she guessed that she was wrong about it-Cross obviously still cared about that dog so he had taken him with him. Without Timcampy, the house seemed even emptier and even more silent. She was starting to miss the happy tail wagging puppy like hell already.

But that wasn't too important right now. Quickly, Allen got up from the floor and ran into her room. She went over to the closet and flung it open, pulling out whatever was hanging in there. Her closet was really messy anyways-if somebody had crawled in there they would have probably ended up in Narnia.

After she got dressed into jeans, a shirt, and a red hoodie, Allen sped over to the door, grabbed the keys hanging beside it and left the tiny house that used to be home to her and Cross. Well, it was still HER home, just not Cross's anymore. That old faggot was probably living at some expensive hotel in Vegas, adding more to the already huge debt.

"Oh my-you are up late today!"

Allen spun around as she raced down their street like a bee. Standing in the garden of another tiny house beside theirs with a hose in her hands was a middle-aged woman with curly black hair. She was wearing a lot of eyeliner and had an unsure expression on her face, as usual, as she watered her plants.

"Yeah, Miranda, I know- it's Cross's fault!

Allen replied to the woman with a yell as she raced down the street. That Cross! He could have at least set her alarm clock to seven forty-five if he wasn't going to wake her up today-but now it was true that he was just a heartless dude. And he wasn't going to be able to wake her up in a long, long, time.

"Well, make sure you lecture him about it!"

She heard Miranda call out cheerfully as she left the neighborhood like a race car. She tried to smile as she sprinted, but it came out bitterly. She wished she could lecture him-but then she would have to fly to a place called Las Vegas to kick his arse.

And even though she was really, really, pissed at him, she still hoped that her guardian would come back soon.

But only so she could throw the debts at his face.

"You're late."

Mr. Sokaro pointed out even though it was obvious that Allen had rushed into class panting for breath. The white haired girl lifted up her head at the teacher for her Socials Studies apologetically as she stood at the door. Her forehead was sweating and she felt like that she had just had gym class before she came to school running like a maniac.

"Sorry." Allen mumbled as she felt the gazes of thirty other students in the room staring at her. She was actually later than late. She had already missed twenty minutes of school. "But something came up."

Mr. Sokaro raised his eyebrows. "Sure." He said skeptically as he turned around to write something on the white board. "Well, take a seat. I don't want you wasting my class time, Miss Walker."

"Sorry."

Allen took a deep breath to relax her nerves as she walked towards the back of the room, where her seat was. She was still stunned about the whole Cross Marian escape-to-Vegas deal, and she didn't even care when people stared at her and muttered things about her hair when she walked past their seats. Everybody talked about her hair-it was like they didn't have their own lives to talk about and could only be losers by making fun of somebody's NATURALLY colored hair. It was hard to believe, but it was most definitely true. Most people didn't believe her when she told them that her hair was naturally white-or at least, now it was. When she was around 10 years old, she had brown hair, but after Mana, her old guardian, died, her hair slowly turned white as she lived with Cross. She guessed it was Cross's fault for making her pay for all the debts that she began to worry and turn old. But then, EVERYTHING was Cross's fault, wasn't it?

Allen sat down in her seat and rested her chin on the table, trying to concentrate on what Mr. Sokaro was saying. It wasn't working though-her mind was filled with thoughts of Cross Marian and his debts. She was beginning to wonder what the police would have done if she, instead of ripping the letter up, had called them and showed the letter as well as the debts to them. Oh hot dayum-then Cross Marian would probably be in a lot of trouble for child abuse. She tried to hold back an evil laugh as those delicious thoughts of Cross going to court entered her mind. That would be pretty sweet…..

"Hey."

A hiss interrupted Allen's deep thoughts. The British girl turned to her right and saw Alexis, a girl in her class, blowing a bubble with her mouth.

"What?" Allen blinked at her. She was not feeling well enough to deal with any more rude comments.

Alexis smirked as she popped the bubble. "I see that you failed again to comb your hair today. Why don't you try spitting into your hand and applying your saliva all over that white hair? I heard that it works for albinos."

Allen was in no mood to fight back. Instead, the white haired girl just turned her head back towards the teacher and sighed, surprising the Alexis girl. Half a freaking million dollars! Cross Marian owed that much! And it was all up to her to pay for it, with only three jobs. Maybe she DID need another job.

"She's not an albino!" A voice from behind Allen stated. "And if she were, then you'd probably be even more jealous, Alexis. It's like the only thing you can do well at."

Allen ignored her thoughts for a second and turned around behind her slowly. Staring back at her anxiously was an Asian girl with her hair in braids and giant glasses on her face.

"Thankyou, Lou Fa." Allen whispered. "I could use one less of an Alexis in my life."

The Asian girl pushed up her glasses, ignoring Alexis as she formed the word bitch with her mouth at the two of them.

"Allen, are you okay?" the girl behind her named Lou Fa asked worriedly, ignoring what she had just said. "You look like you could barf any minute."

Allen smiled weakly. "Ah, its coming up my throat alright."

"That's disgusting! But well, seriously. I've never seen you look so horrible. You were even late for school today-I mean, Allen Walker, late for school? And I'm actually Obama in disguise. What is up with you?"

Allen sighed, something that she usually didn't do very much.

"Allen!" Mr. Sokaro's voice rang out loud from in front of the class suddenly, causing the British girl to quickly spin around. He looked suspicious. "Give me an explanation on what I just said about the Renaissance."

Allen, without bothering to glance up at her teacher, placed a hand underneath her chin and looked bored. She didn't have the freaking time to worry about the freaking Renaissance right now! Cross Marian owed a debt of half a million dollars! That was probably enough money to build a tiny Renaissance town! "It's the time where the arts flourished and trade increased. More goods were being imported from the east and the main city for the Renaissance was Florence. That's basically all you said."

"Good enough." Mr. Sokaro grumbled as he turned back towards the board to write down notes. Allen knew that he wanted to catch her off guard for once-but everything was already in her mind. Even if she didn't listen at all, she still knew what that teacher would be talking about. And it made her feel sad that Mr. Sokaro wanted her to not be able to answer a question. Ah, but being smart had billions of positive points, didn't it?

With the teacher's back turned away from them, Allen whipped around to face Lou Fa behind her.

"So?" the Asian girl asked. "Tell me why you look like you ate a crow for breakfast."

Allen sighed for the fifth time that morning. "Actually, I didn't have breakfast." She corrected her friend, suddenly remembering how hungry she was. Stupid Cross, not waking her up-how could he forget that mealtimes were her most important times of the day? "But I'll tell you what happened. So basically um…errrr……." She glanced down at the desk. How was she supposed the put this? What was she supposed to tell her? She couldn't just say: Um yeah- well you see, my guardian wrote me a letter on the back page of a porn magazine saying that he was going to Vegas to hang in the casinos and get it on with the Playboy bunnies. But, now the police can't catch him because I ripped that letter in the heat of anger. And now I may have to get another job because he owes a debt of 500,000 dollars-which, by the way, was spent all on women and women. And more womanly stuff. With a trace of alcohol. So blame it.

(Love that song by the way)

Allen stared at her friend Lou Fa as she searched for the right words. All that crap above was what she wanted to blurt out, but she couldn't. "Um….well…"

"Spill already!"

"Yeah, well…." Allen looked at Lou Fa, who was starting to get impatient. "Well, I'll tell you the details later, but to make a long story short, uh, basically Cross left me for Vegas."

The Asian girl blinked back at her. "What?!" she echoed a bit too loudly. People sitting beside them turned their heads to stare, one of them including Alexis.

"Could you not disturb us please? Some of us actually find school important, albino's friend." The mean girl hissed, but Allen and Lou Fa barley noticed her.

"Wait, let me get this straight." Lou Fa pushed up her glasses. "Your guardian went to Las Vegas?"

Allen nodded slowly. She didn't mention anything about the 500,000 dollar debt.

"Allen, that's actually awesome!" Lou Fa whispered to her surprise.

"Eh? How?"

"Well, you get the whole house to yourself!"

"So?"

"And you get to do whatever you want with no parents or guardians to watch over you. You could like, invite everybody to a party at your house!"

"Er, I don't think-"

"And you could invite two guys over to make out with!"

"Lou Fa!"

"Oh right, you don't even hang out with any guys. But we could have a totally awesome party at your place instead, and you know, invite everyone!"

Allen ignored Lou Fa and turned her face back towards Mr. Sokaro, who was still writing down notes on the board. She was exasperated, and Lou Fa didn't even understand. But of course, Lou Fa didn't know about the debt, and Allen didn't even want her to know, otherwise she might have called the police in a second. Which actually, when she thought about it more, wasn't really a bad thing.

The only problem though, was that some part of her deep down inside still cared for Cross Marian.

But that part was getting smaller everyday.

"Oh my gosh, Lenalee Lee is so pretty."

"I know. I could turn lesbian anytime for that bitch."

"Well, I wouldn't, erm, go that far, but I do have to admit that she is pretty talented."

"Whatever. I'm getting her new CD today. That song Crystallization is so good!"

"You serious? I'm so sick of that song. They played it on the radio like waaaay too many times."

Allen walked past the group of chattering people as the last bell for the dismissal of school rang. The hallways were filled with noisy teenagers, all blabbering stuff about their lives, the celebrities, and their lives. Somehow, it seemed like out of everyone at school, she had the most problems to deal with. And as if that wasn't enough already, she had to deal with the people at school as well, since so many people made fun of her hair color. Like wow, seriously. She had to be pretty perfect if the only thing people could make fun of was her hair.

"Excuse me." The white haired girl coughed as the people standing in front of her locker moved out of the way, staring at her like they usually did.

Allen ignored them and turned her lock. But then her hands froze. Wait. What was her locker combination again? She had completely forgotten the numbers used to open that lock everyday. Was it Cross? Wait no-it had to be Vegas. No it wasn't! The combination was j-o-b! Or was it money-money-money?

"Dammit!" Allen Walker shook her head in frustration as she clicked open her lock, remembering that the combination was actually 35-17-54, and not Cross-reads-porn or something like that. People around her locker blinked at her, but Allen didn't notice it all. She was too busy stuffing her books inside to care.

The British girl glanced down at her watch; it was almost 4:00, so that meant she had to leave soon to get to the animal shelter. No, she wasn't going to donate herself to the pound if that's what you were thinking-she had to go to her job, or one her jobs, that happened to be at the animal shelter.

After stuffing most of her books in the locker and keeping a few that she needed, Allen slammed her locker shut and pushed past the crowd of students quickly. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry up and her boss was going to get pissed again. Even though this job was the one that paid the least, it was her favorite out of all of them, because she liked animals. Before Cross had left, she had considered going to the pound more as a volunteering duty and not a way to earn money, but now that Cross had escaped to Vegas leaving her with a huge debt, she had to rethink this all over again. Maybe she should just quit-the animal shelter didn't pay much and she actually needed a serious job now. But then, it wasn't going to be easy looking for another job that could pay more and it also needed to be close to the area, since nobody could drive her now that Cross was gone. Not that Cross ever drove her when he was there. That poophead was such a poophead he would never-

"Ow!"

Books flew everywhere as Allen landed on the floor with a thump. Her mind was too occupied by that damn Cross to notice where she was walking. That guy's fault, again!

"Here."

The British girl glanced up to see a strong hand offering to help her up. She looked up to see who she had bumped into and to her surprise, and it was Lavi, the most popular guy at school. She had never talked to him before, but everybody knew who THIS redheaded hottie was.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." Allen mumbled quickly as she grabbed his hand and pulled herself up, brushing the dirt off her clothes as she stood. The eye patch wearing guy was busy gathering her books from the ground, but he suddenly lifted his head up and grinned to her surprise.

"Holy fuck!" Lavi exclaimed as Allen took a startled step back. "Your accent is sick!"

Allen rubbed the back of her head and blinked. She wasn't expecting the most popular guy at school to say something like this.

"It's called being British." She told him without a tone in her voice.

"My god! Say that again!"

"Err, could I just have my books back please? I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Say, uh, bloody hell. I love it when they do that, like in Harry potter!"

"Bloody hell." Allen muttered through gritted teeth. She wasn't saying it for Lavi-she only said it out of impatience because she didn't expect him to be like, well, this. But apparently according to her friend Lou Fa, energetic and outgoing guys were all the rage right now.

Lavi dropped the books her had picked up into Allen's arm with a toothy smile on his face. "Here," He said, satisfied with Allen's British word. "Man, your gloves are awesome too! What, did you just transfer here from England?"

Allen hugged the books tightly to her chest. What a crappy understanding of crap this guy had. "No." She muttered. "And I wear gloves because I have hand fungus."

Lavi instantly took a tiny tumble backwards, even though it was a lie. Allen wore gloves for other reasons, and it was probably worse than just hand fungus.

"Erm, well, see ya around then." Lavi said as he swallowed something down his throat.

"Thanks anyways." Allen smiled evilly as she took off, leaving people in the hallways to stare with disbelief, as in, "Whoa! What the hell was Lavi doing with Allen Walker? Could they be part of a secret investigation team working for the FBI?"

Allen walked past the astounded stares in a hurry to get to the pound. Lavi had the behavior of such a typical hottie in high school; it wasn't that surprising at all, actually. Only she hadn't expected him to be so nice-she always imagined Lavi to be a brat who didn't talk to average people like her. But she guessed that nice came in a package along with the popularity. It made sense. Lavi was in basically every sport the school had to offer, along with many other student-council related clubs. Apparently he even helped the librarian organize books after school sometimes when he didn't have a lacrosse practice to go to, and she knew all this stuff not because she was a stalker, but because EVERYBODY knew. The hallways were always filled with echoes of shite about him, so it was kind of impossible to not know this stuff, unless all of your classes went on in your locker. But still, it was really surprising that Lavi wasn't, well…...what she expected. And she was actually kind of happy now, because well, it was hard to believe that he wasn't an arse!

"Allen."

"Yeah, I'm here!" The white haired girl answered as she dropped her backpack and rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie. "What do I need to do today?"

The blonde woman let out a sigh, as Allen stood in the center of the animal shelter, blinking at her. Cloud Nyne wasn't really the type to be all depressed-she was one of the most kick-ass people that Allen knew. But when it came to animals, she had a really soft side as well.

"More dogs. Left at the front door. This morning."

Allen sniffed. What a cruel, cruel, world it was. "Do you know their owners?"

"No. they were all tied against the poll on their by their leashes."

"Maybe we should get rid of that stupid pole." Allen mumbled as she glanced up at the monkey perched up on Cloud Nyne's shoulder. Lau, a skinny monkey, was that woman's most beloved pet. Apparently, she had gotten the monkey at a wildlife shelter and they had bonded so well that ever since Cloud adopted him they could never be apart. Lau was literally ALWAYS on her shoulder.

"So." Said Cloud monotonously as Lau blinked at Allen with light blue eyes. "Today, I'm going to let you clean up the cages in the rabbit house. But first I want you to go see those new dogs. I've put them in the empty cages beside each other, you know, the ones near Barney the German Shepherd.

"Okay." Allen said as she pushed open the doors and left Cloud's office. Time to get working again.

Allen walked through the row of cages in the place for abandoned dogs. Puppies were barking and howling and it was complete chaos. But typical of a pound. She felt really bad for all the dogs that were abandoned by their owners though-some of the reasons were the most retarded ones ever. Like, "Oh yeah! We um, got a goldfish. And the dog might kill it. So, er, we thought the pound was the best choice." A bit exaggerated, but basically the reasons for throwing their pets into the shelter were as stupid as that.

"Woof!" Barney, a German shepherd barked happily as he saw Allen coming towards him.

"Hello!" Allen smiled as she knelt down beside Barney's cage. The other dogs barked more loudly for attention as Barney gave her hand a quick lick.

"I heard that you got some new neighbors today." Allen said as the dog wagged his tail cheerfully. The British girl got up trotted over to the cages beside Barney. The German Shepherd barked as Allen knelt down beside the new dogs.

"Poor things." Allen mumbled as the new dogs glanced up at her with depressed expressions on their faces. Just as she was about to open the door to the cages to pet them, a loud, high bark inside startled her from behind.

"Woof!"

Allen turned around in surprise, but when she saw the furry little animal that had made the sound, she was so shocked that she lost her balance and stumbled onto the floor.

"TIMCAMPY?!"

Hope you review! Please no flames- they are way to hot for me (haha I know what that means now, thankyou Kame-tan)

Constructive critism is welcoommmmeeeeee!!

:D

P.S-I promise that Chapter 2 is going to be waaaaay better!

Oh, and for those of you that have been reading my other story, thanks so much and don't worry! I'll still update it alot!

Please tell me your thoughts for this story, thanks!