AN - So um...yeah. First story. Ever. So if you do read this, review please, and be honest. Hopefully this doesn't suck too bad. This is only the first chapter though, so I'll see how this goes for me.

I do not own - Man or any of it's characters. They are owned by Katsura Hoshino.

Allen wandered down the halls of the Order, completely bored out of his mind. He had already been to the cafeteria and eaten is fill, Lenalee and Lavi were currently away on missions, and the training hall was being occupied by the stoic moody samurai. As much as Allen enjoyed Kanda's company, the latter seemed to be in a worse mood than usual, leaving Allen to wander the halls of the Order to appease his boredom.

Allen yawned. He was looking for anything, absolutely anything, to satisfy his boredom.

"Hey Allen!" came an all too familiar voice.

-anything but that, Allen thought wearily.

"H-hey Komui", muttered Allen. "W-what do you want?"

"Oh nothing much Allen; why are you always acting like I'm about to do something unspeakably horrible?" asked Komui, tilting his head slightly.

The last several Komlin bots and several tests on my arm might have given off that impression, thought Allen savagely.

"Well…" came Komui's voice, snapping him out of his thoughts, "there is something I need", Komui began, "Oh but don't worry, it's only a little cleaning", he added quickly, noting the speed at which the blood left Allen's face.

"I don't know…" Allen began. He had a very vague, but probably accurate, idea of what Komui had in his office.

"Oh please, please, please!" Komui begged, "I just need a few moments, and it's only picking up papers, just five minutes?"

Allen sighed. The sight of a grown man begging was almost too much to handle. "Fine" he said. Five minutes, what could go wrong?

"Why can't I keep my big fat mouth shout for a minute?" Allen wondered aloud. The promised five minuted had quickly come and gone, and Komui had bailed the minuted they entered the office, leaving Allen alone to deal with the scattered papers and trash.

Allen bent down to pick up a few more scraps of paper when he accidentally slipped on an envelope, sending him head first into a bookcase, causing it to shake violently.

"Uh-oh" Allen muttered, scrambling back as quickly as he could, eyes on the shaking jars wobbling precariously on the upper-most shelf. He was so focused on the bookcase that he didn't notice the vial full of white powder perched on the edge of Komui's desk as he scuttled into it, causing it to smash over Allen's head, leaving him in a cloud of powder that turned his vest and pants white.

"Shoot" Allen coughed, padding down his pants, which did little to help the colour of his pants. Looking down at himself, he noticed that the only change on him was the fine white flakes on his clothes, skin, and hair (not that you could tell). No strange mutations, no odd feelings, no fever, no delusions, no nothing.

Must have been a failed experiment, Allen thought simply standing up and looking at the floor. The dust had settled over the floor, leaving Allen with even more work to be done. Inwardly, he groaned. Grabbing the broom, he swept up his mess quickly, threw out the broken shards of glass, and decided to head to his room to change and a bite to eat. Quickly and quietly, he exited Komui`s office and walked towards his room, paying little attention as to what was in front of him.

"Oof" he gasped, landing hard on his backside after running into something that felt like a wall.

"OI!"

Well, maybe not a wall

"Watch where you're going moyashi!"

"Sorry, didn't see you there, and it's Allen BaKanda!" Allen said glaring up at the steely samurai.

"Che, obviously", Kanda grumbled, returning Allen's glare, "and what the hell is this white powder you got on me!" he exclaimed, taking off his shirt and examining the small patch of white, giving Allen a glorious view of the man's chiseled abs, torso, and tattoo.

"Dunno, I think it's harmless though", came Allen's reply, tearing his eyes away form the sight to look Kanda in the face.

"When I want an opinion, I'll ask someone who isn't retarded enough to walk right into someone." Kanda snapped, storming away from Allen, his shirt hanging loosely from his right hand.

"Ass", Allen muttered, picking himself off and heading off to his room. Once inside, he stripped, threw the soiled clothes into a pile in the corner, and slipped into fresh ones. "Nng", he groaned, leaning against the stone wall, letting the coolness dull the throbbing of his cranium. Drunkenly, he weaved over to his bed, not even bothering to pull the sheets over himself. Fatigued had washed over him about as quickly as the headache had, and all Allen wanted to do was give in and sleep.

AN - so...review?