Well, this is Dustin, bringing you a new fic. I did this after I watched some -man and read a few fics. Out of all the pairings, my personal favorite has to be AllenxRoad. So, without further ado….

I do not own D. Gray-man or any characters in this story.

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It was raining. A cold, harsh rain that obscured the buildings from sight. The pounding of millions of water droplets drowned out the various sounds that are associated with a semi busy village. However, the streets were mostly empty today, barring a single teenager. His white locks were pressed closely against his face, draped over his eyes, hiding the downtrodden look that adorned his visage. He walked in a slow pace, his hood over his head, his eyes seemingly boring into the ground. If you didn't look very closely, you would never notice the tears that mixed with the pouring rain.

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Flashback

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No noise escaped the walls of the dank cell where Allen was contained in. He was charged with betraying the Order because of his newfound Noah heritage. It seemed as if everyone had chained him up and left him to die. The only one who really understood him was Lavi, who made visits to has friend often. However, the Order made sure to send him on missions to further keep Allen in seclusion.

At first, the seclusion wasn't so bad; it was quite relaxing, actually. But as the days went on, he really did feel as if he was going to go insane from lack of human communication. The only small glimmer of hope he had was when he heard the light tapping of shoes on the hard, stone floor of the cell he was being held at.

Outside of the bars was an enraged Lenalee, her eyes radiating such hate, you could feel it from all the way across the hall. Allen had prayed that she would understand, prayed that she would be there for him in these hard times.

It's unfortunate that not all prayers are answered…

The moment she opened her mouth, he realized that things would never be the same again. He couldn't just live like this anymore; he couldn't take the pain of being isolated and screamed at by the friends that he thought he had.

"I HATE YOU!!!! How could you do that, why are you a Noah, you disgusting DEMON. I can't believe I even cared about such worthless trash like you. You betrayed me, demon, now go rot in hell where you belong." With that, she stormed off, leaving Allen to his thoughts.

She never noticed the pained look on his face as she walked away.

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Flashback End

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This was the breaking point for Allen Walker. That very night, he had blasted a hole in the wall of his cell, fleeing the order, likely never to return. The only regret he had was not saying goodbye to Lavi, his only true friend. He did leave a note, but he would have rather said it in person.

This is why young Allen Walker was trekking through the deluge that the small town was experiencing. He was on his own, now. No longer did he take orders from HQ, or listen to the commands passed down at the Order, but he made decisions for himself. He allowed himself a sad smile as he remembered that Mana had told him something similar to this line of thought. He had always wanted him to make his own decisions, to control his own life. Now he was finally going to man up and do just that.

The problem was that now that he was on his own, he had no support, no home, and had to fend for himself. He usually found some inexpensive lodging, but each day brought different specifics. He decided that if he ever needed money, he could always work as a street performer to earn a bit of cash. It was probably a good thing after all that he had those strange talents.

But he never regretted his choice to leave. He decided inwardly that it wasn't worth it to stay in someplace where he was unwelcome, where he was treated with such disdain that the hate smothered him. Sure, there were times in the last few days where he wanted to break down and cry, but he figured that he would run out of tears faster if he didn't have a reason for them.

He never looked back, and just kept moving forward. He realized that if he looked back on what he had, be may have never been able to leave. But it was all in his past now. He was ready to start his own future now, one that he could shape without being forced to do things he wished against.

Allen was so entranced with his thoughts, however, that he walked straight into another person. Immediately after the collision, he got up from the ground and offered his hand to the stranger he knocked down.

Weird how life plays, this girl was no stranger to Allen. The giveaway was the spiky hair and the thigh high, purple and black striped leggings. He had bumped into a young girl by the name of Road Kamelot. She was slightly flustered at first, but quickly brightened when she noticed who the person she bumped into was.

She grabbed the hand belonging to the white haired teen, before pulling herself up and latching onto him, grinning insanely at the contact that was being shared by the two of them. His cheeks reddened slightly at the sudden hug, before moving away from the girl slightly. Road still had the grin on her face, staring into Allen's stormy blue-gray eyes. She quickly realized that something was off, because he didn't seem to carry the confident and somewhat cheerful aroma as he usually did. In fact, he seemed a little on the depressed side.

Allen didn't feel up to a confrontation with the young Noah girl, not wanting a drawn out battle of any sort. He knew he would have to pick his words wisely. He rook a moment to decide on what to say, coming up with a decent way to express that he didn't want to fight.

He took a step back, before looking the girl in front of him in the eyes. "Road, I'm not looking for a confrontation. I'm sorry I bumped into you, and I really don't want to fight with you." He used a soothing tone of voice, but there was just a small hint of darkness in his voice that told her he was completely serious. She knew something was off, but she couldn't place her finger on exactly what it was. All she knew was that something was on the young white-haired teen's mind. Whatever it was must have been pretty serious, too, she deduced.

'The Allen I know would back up as far as he could and sputter out apologies if nothing was wrong…"

Road loved few things in this world. She loved candy, presents, blood, and other stuff. The only weaknesses that her personality had were her susceptibleness to boredom, and her desire to know everybody's secrets. The bad news for Allen was that he held a secret that Road didn't know.

"Allen-kun, what's wrong? Are you afraid of me?" She gave him an innocent smile, comparable to that which a child would give its mother after stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. She moved closer to him, inspecting every detail on his features as he talked.

He looked away slightly from the sudden inspection, but answered the question nonetheless. "I'm just not in the mood to fight, Road. I don't want to fight you. Not ever, but especially not now…" He trailed off at that, before leaving Road to her own devices.

After the things he just said, and the look in his eyes, she knew something was wrong. She could see it in him, and she was determined to find out what it was.

You see, Road had developed somewhat of an attraction to Allen Walker. The white-haired teen mystified her, one of the reasons being that he was one of the most caring humans she's ever seen. She wasn't sure what attracted her to him, but something definitely drew her thoughts to him.

'Allen Walker, I will figure you out yet…'