A/N: I almost forgot about this story. Then I remembered. Then I wrote it. Or typed it. But whatever.

Summary: Kanda, Lavi, and Lenalee are new students transferred to Black Order High school, after much convincing on Komui's part. But are they really prepared to enter Red's side of the world? Red's not too happy about this at all, he's already dealing with his own street reputation, bills, secrets, and much needed swearing. So why are they here?

Warnings: Language (Red; I'm not going to do to much British words in here. So don't expect a lot!)

Chapter 1: Hey Old Lady!

Red's POV

"Fuck off ya old lady!"

It was 8 in the morning. On a Monday. He was still at his house. Not at school.

Curse his stupid alarm clock.

Red was currently squaring off against the old lady that always collected rent. Every single Monday. Every fucking week. He had no money, none at all...So why was she still here?

Red was currently wearing loose fitting pants, and a long sleeve button-up shirt. His left hand was currently covered with bandages, a bit ragged in some areas because of the disfigurement, but all in all a great cover for what it was hiding underneath. And with his reputation on the streets, nobody questioned it. His spiky, auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail, the shorter pieces framing his face. His cold, gray eyes piercing daggers through the old lady's head.

Red had half the mind to just beat the old lady up, and be on his way. Sadly though that meant he would lose his only shelter and he would end up on the streets. Again.

The lady currently had her hands on her hips, with an angry scowl on her face, standing in front of the only exit leading outside. Shouldn't there be a back exit? What if there's a fire?

"You, young man, owe me 300 dollars for last weeks rent!"

"That's absurd! I paid yah last week!" Red shouted indignantly while pointing a finger at the old lady's head.

"That was for the last week of last week's payment! Like last weeks, last weeks last week's payment. And this week, you paying me for last week's payment. Just like that for as long as you want to have a bed at night! So if you planning on staying this week then you need to pay last week's payment and next week you be paying for this week's payment! The old lady barked back, spit flying everywhere, her face red with anger.

"Gahh!" Red yelled, pulling at his hair."I have no bloody payment!"

"Then give ME SOME!"

"Are ya fuckin deaf yah old lady! I HAVE NONE!"

Screw shelter. He'd rather bench sleep then deal with her. The damn idiot deserved a punch to the face!

Just as Red was readying his fist, they heard a quiet, inaudible squeak from the stairway. Red turned around surprised, not that he showed it, to see a middle aged man wearing pink pajamas cowering at the top of the staircase.

The lady turned around as well, her face changing into a smooth smile as she called sweetly up to the man.

"Sorry. Did we wake you? My apologies, sir."

Red stared at her, a scowl clearly present on his face.

Unbelievable.

Red taking this as his chance to escape, bolted for the door.

But he was not yet forgotten, as the lady looked over at him.

"Come back with my payment." she stated.

Red didn't bother with a reply. He ran down the streets, narrowly missing carriages along the way, as he ran to school. By the time he made it to the front gates, he was huffing for breath, the sun beating down on his body. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't sweating at all. But that wasn't new.

He was used to his body's abnormalities.

The auburn haired teenager opened the front door, walking through the brick walls littered with posters and labels. After many twists and corners (he wasn't all that good with direction), Red finally came across his Algebra class. He opened the door to see his teacher muttering something about "another wrong answer...". Red's fellow classmates didn't seem surprised, as he walked towards his seat, his teacher oblivious.

Or was supposed to be.

"Red. Why are you late to class," And after some thought, "Again."

Red turned around, looking into his teacher's gaze, feeling the man-eating grin on his back.

"Um, rent problems?"

"Hmph. That's the third time I heard that excuse, not counting the other 15 times."

"I'm goin through my rebellious phase?"

"Hm, are you sorry?"

"Not sorry?"

"Oh, that too."

"Yes."

"Which one?"

"The latter."

"Hn."

Red took that as his cue to sit down, turning around, he glared at his childish friend.

"What?" Red seethed.

The Gothic girl just shrugged innocently, licking her multicolored lollipop, as she hugged her pumpkin umbrella closer to her.

"Whaaaatt? I can't look at you? But your so cute!" She whined.

"Not if it means putting daggers in my back." Red whispered back sarcastically.

The girl grinned, as she kicked her legs under the table with a certain rhythm to it, looking back into Red's gray eyes.

"Ne, Red?" She questioned. Red raised his brows motioning for her to go on.

"You wanna play with me after school!" Road whispered.

"No." Red deadpanned.

After that little conversation, the teacher passed out the homework for the class to hopefully finish in class. Red looked down at his packet, which looked way too long. He grabbed his pencil-

Wait. His pencil is at his apartment along with the rest of the stuff he needed for school.

"Fuck..."

Road noticing Red's predicament, tosses a rainbow, unicorn pencil to him. He grabs it, silently thanking her (he does have some manners), and starts writing down the stupid numbers needed for the equation. After more flipping pages and complaints the bell finally rings signaling class is over. Red waits for his cheerful friend as she packs up her much needed equipment. Road gives him a huge grin as she starts to skip out of class followed by Red who rolled his eyes in return, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Oh Red."

Red looks back into his teacher's eyes, he kind of figured this would happen with the last 18 times he was tardy for class, but it never did so Red was a bit surprised with what his teacher said next.

"Your suspended."

Red was currently occupying the only booth in Jerry's Buffet. Adults were walking around with their kids attached to their hips, or couples out on a stroll, or teenagers (like Red who constantly ditches school) playing around with friends having cigarettes between their lips.

Speaking of which...

Red lights the cigarette between his lips, watching the smoke blow away in a steady stream. He leans back against the comfort of the red booth, gazing out the window lazily, as he waits for his order of mitarashi dango.

"Here honey!" Red glanced over to see Jerry carrying his 6 orders of dango to the table. Jerry puts the dango on the table and whisks back into the kitchen humming a happy tune. He never questions Red smoking, drinking, or doing anything that teenagers shouldn't be doing. Jerry knows from the look in Red's eyes that he wasn't allowed to cross that line just yet.

Red looks over at his dango as he smashes his cigarette underneath his fingers.

"Why am I so fucked up..." he muttered grabbing the dango stick with his right hand as he started eating.

It was 2 by the time Red left Jerry's promising to pay him the 60 dollars back later. The sun was as bright as ever threatening to burn the pavement. He walked across the busy street. Many corners and dark alleys later, Red came across the ruined down door that he's come to so many times the past years. He could already hear shouts, cheers, clanking, and growls from those who already broke out in fights.

But before he could open it, a bundle of black flew out the door landing on the ground. Red looked at the bundle with distaste from where he'd sidestepped to avoid collision. He walked through the now open door, ignoring the bundle that lay unmoving, he closed the door.

The interior looked nothing like the outside. Plush, lavender couches littered the carpeted area off to the side where some couples were making out. Farther down the carpet broke off into wood where high tables and chairs were for taking shots. On the right side, chairs and tables were spread across the dark, oak wood for gambling and farther down was the "off limits zone" for when fights broke out. Right across from the door was the huge bar with crystal glasses and all types of alcoholic beverages, vodka, wine, and beer.

Red found the familiar figure he was looking for as he strolled to the bar dodging a pair of males who were duking it out that managed to get out of the "zone".

"Oi! Tyki." he called out, taking a seat next to the male.

Tyki Mikk. Part of the Noah Family, an infamous gang of drug dealers and criminals. Never get on their bad side.

Tyki looked up surprised,"Red! Aren't you suppose to be at school with Road?"

Red, also part of the Noah.

"Nah. I ditched." Red called for a beer, turning around to face Tyki. "Or got suspended. Whatever you want to take it as."

It was a full minute of them staring at each other before Tyki burst out laughing, doubled over in his bar stool. Red just looked on unamused, while the bartender passed him his beer.

"You-you got suspended! Ha! It took them that long!" Tyki puffed out, still chuckling, as he fumbled with his cigarette.

"Very funny indeed." Red said snatching a cigarette from the box lighting it against Tyki's own.

After a few minutes of silent smoking and sipping from beers, Tyki glanced over at him.

"Not to be rude, but why are you here?" Red just looked at him before stating.

"This is are meetin place. And besides..."

Red said looking over at the tables with a mischievous glint in his gray eyes.

"I'm playing poker."

A/N: Well that was fun. I have an idea of where this suspension is going to, but you'll just have to wait and see. I thought Red was a bit OOC in here, did you think so? He'll be more in character next chapter.

It's fall break for my school, so I might update sooner than a week from now. Not making any promises though!

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~YoYo