Heya everyone! I fixed all my lil' issues with pieces of chapters missing so it should be aaaaaallz good now! Altho all of my stunningly boring authors note are out of your way now! Well except This one…. And any future ones lol… there might be some into bits here and there but nothing tooooo long and annoying! I hope you do enjoy! Oh wait ! Ages!

Kanda: 12

Lavi: 13

Lenalee: 11

Allen: Unknown

Miranda: 16

Toma: 5

And I'll mention anyone else as they come along otherwise they're there usual age in the manga….. oh and I don't own DGM no matter how much I wish!

I stared out the church window. It was the death of summer. And yes, everything seemed to be dying along with it. Even you.

^~^~^~^ five months pior^~^~^~^

"Kanda-kun, this is Allen." Komui, the head care taker at the orphanage, held the hand of a tiny boy in a wheel chair. His hair was stark white and his skin nearly matched it in color. His head was down but I could see the bottom of a strange red marking on his face. Along with his deathly pale skin was his bone thin physic, as though he could break at any moment.

Most of that skeleton like body was covered in over sized dirty rags giving the already small boy an even tinier look to him. "You are the only older child without a younger one to take care of so I am leaving him in your care for now." Komui bent down on a knee to be more at eye level with me. "You need to be very gentle around him. His health is very poor and isn't good at communicating. Please try not to make him put too much stress on himself."

"Tch." was my only reply as I whipped my head to the side nearly smacking the adults face with my shoulder length raven hair.

Komui smiled knowingly. "I know you'll take good care of him, Kanda. You're a good kid" he ruffled my hair and I growled in disgust at the touch. He sighed and stood up. "Would you take him to the boys room, please?"

" Yeah whatever." I grunted and walked behind the child's wheel chair. Grasping the handles I began to push, harshly at first causing the boy to jolt forward at the force. Other than his body's forced movement, he made no reaction. "Oi, Komui? Is the moyashi retarded or something" I asked, but was surprised to hear my answer not from Komui, but a tiny heavily accented British voice.

"I am not! thank you very much!" a very annoyed, now known brit turned his head at me. I could see a small amount more of the bottom of his face but the rest was still covered by dingy white locks. "And I am not a bean sprout!" I was shocked to know that he easily understood the insult of a name I had given him. "My name is Allen! I thought any dim bloke could remember a damn five letter name."

I let none of my surprise show through my voice and only blankly answered using my native language to throw him off, "Che, Baka yatte'n ja nee..."

"No!" the boy obviously understood. "God, why do I have to be stuck with this bloody git!" he folded his skinny arms which were completely covered by the worn fabric he wore.

"See?" Komui clapped his hands "You two will get along just fine!" he said before scampering off to not do his work. I growled at his idiocy before wheeling the damn moyashi to the stairs. Dammit, stairs. How was this going to work?

"Che, can't you walk Baka moyashi?" I almost shouted at the kid. I expected a snide remark, but instead was greeted by a sinking presence and a white head that was shamefully cast down.

"No." he said blankly. "I can't"

" Rgh! Then I'm not helping some damn crippled kid!" I threw my hands off the handles of the wheel chair and began to storm away, yet still awaiting the comeback of the other child. It never came and I looked from down the hall at the small figure staring blankly at him knees as if he was lost in deep though." Che, Baka moyashi" I said quietly as I walked away, abandoning the boy confined to a wheel chair. I spent nearly an hour alone meditating just how I liked it before I was rudely interrupted but a man with spiky, dirty blonde hair.

"Oh? Kanda I thought you were supposed to be taking care of the new kid?" Reveer came up beside where I was sitting.

"So?" I said sharply, as I could not continue my meditating now.

"You need to stay with him!" Reveer said urgently. "That kid is very sickly and weak. He can hardly push himself around. It really easy for him to get sick and if that does happen it won't do him any good."

"Che, like I care about some weakling moyashi who can't even take care of himself."

"But, Kanda you don't quite understand." Reveer sat down in front of me. " the orphanage is at its edge we hardly have any children here anymore. We don't have very much money and if we don't have a certain amount of kids here, we'll be shut down." he said grimly. "Now a few of you including yourself have care takers who can take you inasmuch foster children, but some like Allen do not and will be forced onto the streets." his voice was hard but also saddened. "You must understand we also must keep up certain standards. Many of the town's people already think badly of us and having a child die here would only make things worse. It's hard enough as it is."

"He could die that easily?" I asked trying not to allow my concern to flow into my voice.

"We're afraid he doesn't have much time left already." Reveer looked out into nowhere with thoughts swirling around. "He's gone through so much at such a young age. We want what short life he has to be a good one." His tone was hopeful but he knew there was little to that dream.

"Che, whatever." I got up and began heading for the boys rooms.