Hello people!!! Well, i am back writing yullen, which i have never started, -scartches head- reviews are welcomed but can you tell me if this story sucks or not because i think i started really bad. i hope it is good. this is in a diffrent timezone and dimmension moderworld d. grey man. tell me if i need to add anything oh and i am adding two chapters tomorrow because i started late. Enjoy reading and if i need to fix anything please tell me!
Disclamier- I don't own D. Grey man and if i did the male uniforms would be nothing more than shorts and some tanning lotion -yum-
paring- YULLEN If you don't like yaoi please don't read because i might change this story to M because i might write Lemon but that will only be if i get some reviews asking me to write it! Misunderstanding
June 1:
June 2: Prank
June 3: Date
June 4: Games
June 5: Doll
June 6: Night Out
June 1st
I held the knife to my chest as if it were my last life line, which it was now. It was all I had to keep myself here, to keep myself with here alive,
but…but what do I do. I am locked up in the closet in the dark as some stranger goes through my apartment. What do I do? Oh, no he's here, in
my room, so close to the closet! What do I do? What do I do?! He is standing right there next to the door frame breathing so loudly. I see him
through the blinds of the door that he was taking out his cell phone and dialing a number.
"Hello,"
the strange man said in a low and dusky sound,
"I can't find him, but I will…..no….take him alive or don't come back at all hmm, I will take that offer……bye."
The man closes his phone a reaches for the closet. In my head this is happening as slowly as he reaches for the handle. Do I go willingly or
forced? All these scenarios kept on playing in my head, and the worst on that kept on playing over and over again was; death. I decided to resist
trying to be…to be taken, but harder said then done, as they say. The door flung open, and there I lunged out and tried to stand my ground, but
to my dismay, the strange man forced a needle filled with some type a drug, I imagine, into my arm as I tried to stab him with my kitchen knife
that couldn't even cut vegetables right. My whole body felt paralyzed and I went limp. Everything started to get hazy, but I could still hear.
The strange man graved me from the collar of my blue polo off the floor and whispered,
"I got you now Lavi Bookman Jr."
What?! I'm not him… I'm… I'm Allen Walker! I wanted to say that to him, to yell it, but my voice was gone and the room went black. My only
thought then was; what the hell is going to happen to me when they find out I am not the person they are looking for? At that time I surly knew I
was going to die, one way or another, because the police mostly find dead bodies, rather than living ones, when they figure out someone's
missing. And another thing, we all know here in the place I live that the gangs rule the city rather than the police. And, that's what I am most
scared of, the police's idiocy of always ariving late to the crime scenes.
Thank you for reading and review if you want to make some lemon for this story!!!!!!
