Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man or FullMetal Alchemist, I'm just borrowing them. This goes for ALL of the chapters.

MA: Hey! MA here! Allen, this is your time to shine.

Allen: I think everyone's more interested in reading your story. That is, if anyone is actually reading this.

MA: How come your so mean to me?

Allen: *thinks* I really have no idea.

MA: *sweat drops*

Allen: Anyway, the only character MA owns in this story is Shira.

MA: This chapter is set after Allen's parents abandoned him, but before he met Mana or Cross. I would guess that Allen was about 6, but that's just guessing because I don't know how much time he spent with Mana. (I know he was 12 when Mana died, because he spent three years with Cross, and was 15 in the manga.) Oh, and Shira is just a my own version of Shiro. I want her name to mean white, but I don't want her to sound like a boy, hence Shira.

MA: I haven't seen the whole series, but if there are a few errors in the story lines of FMA and DGM, then I meant to do that! (tihi)

Allen: *rolls eyes* Not.

Chapter I

Allen's past +1

Allen sat in a deserted ally that was dark and dirty. He had no home, no happiness, and no hope...

"Why do you just sit there like that?" Allen looked up to see a girl around his own age. She had short black hair and white eyes, and she was wearing a white baggy dress that came down to her knees and nothing else.

"Well?" She asked him. He just stared at her blankly. Suddenly, they both heard a roar so load it could only be Allen's bottomless pit they call his stomach.

The girl giggled. Then she stopped her self. "Maybe you'll talk to me if I feed you." She grabbed his had hand and ran down the ally with him. Allen was surprised that anyone would bother to talk with a society reject like himself, let alone feed him and hold his cursed hand.

She took him to an old abandoned warehouse. There was a small door that looked like the only way to get into the warehouse. They stood in front of the door, facing a chibi problem.

They were both too short to reach the handle that would open the door into the ware house. They tried jumping up and grabbing it, but just ended up with sore rear ends. They tried standing on old boxes they found, until the one Allen was standing on broke. He got quite a few splinters, and they were both way too scared to try that again.

Finally, they sat on opposite sides of the door. The girl looked sad. She noticed that Allen was looking at her. He blushed and quickly looked away. Then, his stomach growled.

"Well, I guess there's no other choice." She said. She started to rub her fingers through her hair brushing it into her face so that you couldn't see her right eye. Then, she did something really strange. She clapped her hands together and pressed them against the wall. There was a flash of light.

He looked dumbstruck at the impossibly now opened door. She swung her hair out of her face. She looked at him with her white eyes, but he noticed something different from before. Her right eye, however faint it was, had a tint of red in it.

She smiled and grabbed his hand. She led him into a small room that he guessed used to be the waiting room, though why it even had one, he had no idea.

"If you're wondering, this used to be a hospital. It closed down after the new one opened up down the street." she gave him a little smile. "This is my hide out. My name is Shira."

"Allen." He was surprised that he was actually talking to someone. He had been mute for a long time now.

"Alright Allen, you hungry?"

"Yes." He said in a quit voice. Shira walked over to a small storage box in the corner. She pulled some, correction: a lot, of food out of there and set it all down on plates on the dirty table in the corner with two old chairs at it.

He sat at one of the chairs and ate all the food. When Shira saw that it was gone, she put more food on the table.

"Are you gonna eat?" He asked softly.

"Not hungry. Do you have a place to stay?"

"No."

"Then stay with me, I've got plenty of room."

"Okay."

Thier life had gone into a routine. Allen was almost always the first one up. He would walk out of his dusty bedroom. He didn't dare wake Shira up, because she was a literal demon in the mornings. He would sit at the kitchen table until until he heard Shira pulling out a bag of dried food. They would eat breakfst together, and then set out.

The city they lived in was huge. Even though they spent over a year exploring it, Allen douted that they had discovered everything. One time, they ran into a mugger, but Shira, a little girl about one-fifth his size, kicked his sorry butt. Another time, when they had gone down to the river, Shira wandered off on her own, and when she came back, she wouldn't let him go the same way she had gone.

Then, at the end of the day, they would sit on a hill just out side of the city, and watch the sunset. Then they would walk back home, and eat dinner together, and go to thier separate rooms.

For the first time in both of thier lives, Shira and Allen were both happy and content with thier lives. They never wanted it to end. Allen had gotten alot more talkative, and he was starting to smile alot more. The protective wall Shira seemed to put up slowly deteriorated. All of her guards were dropped, and she allowed herself to become attatched to this brown haired boy.

But there was a problem. Even though Allen said that he was fine, she noticed that he seemed to just get weaker and weaker. He was slowly catching some iillness. That's the problem with humans. Shira thought. They're way too fragile.

Then one day, Allen walked into Shira's dusty room. He had been feeling esecially bad this morning. Shira wasn't on her sleeping mat. (MA: Did they have them in that time period?)He went down to the kitchen, but she wasn't there either. He home to go look for her. What if she got into trouble? What if she needed his help? He stumbled down the dirty streets of the city.

He started cough. He collapsed on the side of the road. Allen watched the people walking past him, not giving him the slightest notice. Then, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness...

MA: So how was it?

Ed: When do I come in?

Allen: Next chapter. I don't think this story is gonna be very popular.

Ed: Well, since I'm the star of the next couple of chapters, I'm sure it'll be popular.

MA: You've been looking through my story ideas again, haven't you? *hits Ed with Jackhammer*

Allen: How about we make a deal? If this chapter gets less than ten votes, then you get your head stuck into a jar of milk.

Ed: You're on! Wait, you said... milk?

Allen: Yep. *smirks* (Allen's dark side)

Ed: Oh crap! REVIEW! I'm begging you!