Warning: Yullen, Mature content (duh .o)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned -man…no luck however, so don't sue ):

Author's Note: This chapter is a prologue/tester for this fic, thus the short length. It takes place after Allen returns from restoring the Ark, before the new uniforms are introduced. Also, do expect the genre to be hopping in later chapters~ *hint hint*! Now onto the fic!

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Chapter Zero : Prologue

The day started out the same as any other day, Allen mused. Sitting in the cafeteria with Lavi, Miranda, and (begrudgingly) Kanda, he began to tally up the statistics thus far. It had been approximately two hours since he woke up to Lavi's call that breakfast was awaiting him, for Lavi had quickly learned that it was by far the most efficient method of waking Allen up. Since then he had received an estimated seventy death threats from Kanda, as per normal, three ultra corny pick up lines plus wiggling of the eyebrows from Lavi, too many 'moyashi's for his liking, and a delightful breakfast of six waffles, nine pancakes, five eggs, eleven servings of rice, a side order of two whole onions, four sandwiches, three filet o' fishes…ah yes, and fifteen sausages. It was still rather early in the morning, but no call for a new mission had been received yet, so Allen was in a content mood, sighing happily-

"Kanda, Allen, Lavi, Miranda! I've been looking for you!"

-until once again the bearer of bad news appeared. "Good morning, Lenalee," Allen greeted with a rub of his eyes. This much food always made him either extremely sleepy or 'bouncing off the walls' energetic. Unfortunately, this meal was of the sleepy sort. "What did you need?"

"Good morning, I was up early and wandering the halls when I got a message- by the way Allen, did you really eat that much? Your eating habits never do cease to amaze me, parasitic innocence or not," Lenalee frowned at the remembrance that the said innocence was eating away the sleepy boy's life force.

There was a low growl that, to no one's surprise, was emitted from the testy Kanda. "Just tell us what you want and be on your way, woman," he spat.

"Excuse me?" Lenalee's aura seemed to darken to the point where it was visible as the group scooted further away from her leg reach. "I'll be happy to inform you then, Kanda, that my brother wants to see us all."

"Che," the disgruntled Japanese exorcist said, not sparing the girl another look before resuming the consummation of his soba.

"One day your manners will really get you into trouble," Lenalee sighed, "Well if you're all done, shall we be on our way?"

Allen and the rest nodded, clearing their rubbish away and standing to follow Lenalee to Komui's room.

"Oi, forgetting someone?" Kanda spat out, though he didn't really care either way.

"We have Lenalee, Miranda, Lavi, me…nope, I think we're set!" Allen called back with a mocking wave of his hand.

"You bitch," was the only reply before the man before he seemed to sulkily follow after them after finishing the rest of his soba, though no one would comment on it. He hadn't been out on a mission in quite some time, and he was practically itching for some action. Glancing at the rather loud group next to him, Kanda silently brooded on whether he would be blessed with a solo mission or, lord help him, be stuck with this sorry lot. The former seemed so much more pleasing…

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Komui sat at his desk as normal, however this time he was carefully examining the contents of a peculiar book while consuming his morning dose of coffee. Footsteps and yelling drifted through the walls, slowly approaching the briefing room. The footsteps paused for a moment outside as the yelling amplified. Komui raised an eyebrow as an all too familiar black sword was suddenly thrust through the wall. It was grudgingly withdrawn after more chatter and a nervous laughter. Then, at the sound of the door creaking open, the ebony haired scientist glanced up and addressed the team he had assembled.

"Good morning, my favorite exorcists!" he greeted, eyes twinkling with untold glee. This earned him a stifled yawn and groggy 'Morning' complimentary of Allen, a 'Yo' from Lavi, a soft 'G-good M-m-morning…' from Miranda, and simple narrowing of the eyes from Kanda.

"Good morning, brother!" Lenalee cheerfully chimed, smiling brightly at Komui.

"Why good morning my dearest sister!" Komui gushed, setting his coffee mug down to hug his beloved sibling to death.

"If you don't hurry up and tell us why in hell we were called in at this ungodly time in the morning, you WILL meet the same fate as the moyashi," Kanda growled, eye twitching slightly.

"But Kanda, Allen looks fine," Komui pouted as Kanda's clenched fist hit his desk hard, making a large crater in it, "I mean…Of course! This is a special mission that requires the most able exorcists available, so I have assembled this…team, for lack of a better word, for the sole reason of completing it. The finders had managed to locate a rather elusive innocence a few months back. We have sent two teams to retrieve it within that time, however none have returned so this calls for some special measures."

"The innocence takes the form of a storybook. It also currently has a user, a boy by the sound of it. He is referred to as 'the writer'. We only know that he controls the power of speech as well as writing. He can create amazing stories that, upon reading or hearing them, seem as real as the here and now."

Kanda stared incredulously at the supervisor. "Are you kidding? You called us here and even stuck me in the same fucking team as the baka usagi and moyashi all because of a freaking book? Give me a something more worthwhile to do, I refuse to take up a baby sitting job."

"Aw, but it pays so well!" Komui exclaimed before Mugen found its way into the desk right beside his gloved hand, "Ahahahaha…you shouldn't underestimate the power of the writer though! As useless of an ability as it may seem, the storybook innocence can make any story potentially dangerous. Even this book for example," the scientist shut the book he was examining in a quick motion to reveal the cover, his other hand reaching up to slide his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

The team gave each other side-glances at the revealed book. Allen bit back a grin as Lavi burst out in laughter. Kanda yelled at him to 'Shut the fuck up' so he could leave the dreaded room as soon as possible while Lenalee stared at her brother with a horrified look. Meanwhile, Miranda's fidgeting increased as she glanced around nervously with a furious blush staining her face.

"Obviously a porno book is VERY dangerous," Lavi managed to wheeze out between hysterical bouts of laughter, "We better be extra careful on this mission! I'm not sure if we can handle it!"

"It may do Kanda some good," Allen added in under his breath. Unfortunately for him, Kanda had excellent hearing.

"I heard that moyashi," he said in a dark tone, reaching over to retrieve his sword from the beaten up desk, "I dare you to say it again. I'll give you five seconds before I shove Mugen down your throat."

Allen sighed at the fifty-bajillionth threat that Kanda had shot at him within his first three hours of waking. "Anyway, let's hurry and get this done. I'm just about as pleased to be on the same team as this ass as he is to be on the same as me."

"Yes, yes," Komui nodded in agreement, "Heed my words however. Not much is known about this innocence, but it must be rather powerful to have two teams defeated. We can't assume that they are dead however…"

"They're stuck in a porno book perhaps," Lavi couldn't help snorting with a stupid grin on his face. This earned him a sharp look from Komui. "Chillax man, it's not as though we haven't dealt with harsh situations before. What's the worst that can happen? Not like we'll get ourselves sucked into some stupid fairytale."

"That'd be interesting to say the least. I vote for Kanda to be the pretty princess! We'll be heading out then, bye!" Allen practically said without breathing whilst zipping out the door with a very angry Kanda hot on his heels yelling insults in multiple languages. The rest of the crew trickled out of the room after the pair until Komui was left alone with his book.

"Take care," he whispered to the now vacant room, one of his hands resting upon the book cover, tracing lightly over the intricate gold leafed lettering, "You may need it."

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Author's Note: So, how was it? Please leave feedback so I can see whether it's worth continuing or not! Thanks for reading!

Next Chapter- Chapter One : The Writer "A mythical land with a pool of tears…"