I don't own D. Grey Man in any way, shape or form. Just a fan of the series. Duh! I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't. ;)

I had this idea for a story like this in French class today, and couldn't wait to get it online. This is my fourth fanfic, first of this series however. Enjoy, read and leave a review if you can.

"regular speech"

"french"

'thoughts'

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A New Beginning

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I fell in love. That is a good start to my tale, I think. I don't have any idea how it came about or why it happened. These feelings just started to trickle first to a stream, to a river, then to a massive ocean.

Was it his silky dark hair or deep blue eyes that drew me in? I do not know.

I did get lost along the way. But with the help of some very reliable friends, pulled through. I was able to get back on track once again. A new beginning. A door that opened to welcome good things in my short lifetime.

My name is Allen Walker, and this is my story.

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This, is me… Sadly. A little man of five foot seven, running around Le Bourget Airport like a moron. Looking left to right, a variety of people are scrambling around, making my own bad vision even more of a blur. The only suitcase I own bumping against my already tired legs. It is of a worn brown leather and has lasted me throughout my whole life. My foster father Mana gave it to me before he died. I've had it ever since. Haven't thought of getting a new one because I have been so busy lately.

I joined Black Order LLC earlier this month. It is a small specialty clothing company that only picks the best designers in the nation to make their products. If I do say so myself. I joined after my master Cross said I should have a change of scene for a while. Thank god for that! I had just about gotten tired of the drunken old man throwing me his own companies projects on top of my college homework.

I am a clothing designer, so to get even better at my craft, the company sent me to France to study different patterns and styles. Lenalee calls these things works of art rather than clothes, which I don't get. Komui Lee, her older brother is president of the company. He wouldn't be in this position without the help of his trusty science department, who keeps him in line and focused. As well as watching his coffee intake; god, the guy has over ten cups a day after all.

I was instructed by Komui to find a person whom I have never met. He I was to board with, as well as learn from. This is what Komui told me…

1. The man is around my age and has long black hair. (Since when did long hair become the style again? I thought that was the 70's)

2. He is very rude

3. Wears the company badge, obviously.

This one confused me the most.

4. He might punch when he first greets you. (What an awful first impression)

In my haste I'm shoving people aside, saying little 'Sorry's' and 'Excuse me's' while pushing through like a battering ram. The crowd left me a wide berth as the bright sun shone through the large glass windows of the terminal. Standing, still for once, I saw the nearest sign, it read 5K. 5K? 'How can it be? I was supposed to be at 3B just now.' There is a flash of red and black. Hearing a "Thud", fabric brushes fabric. Skin crashes to skin. Before long I'm sprawled on the floor, a stabbing pain in my left arm. Was this the mystery man I was supposed to travel with?

"Are you okay son? You seem to be in as much of a rush as we are." The tall man that spoke looked down at me with a very sharp toothed grin. Frankly, it scared me. He had a pointed nose and was dressed sharply in a tailored fit suit and dress pants. Instead of the standard white shirt and similar tie, the color was replaced with red. Much like a vampire. He had a British accent, so he must have been from London like me. "My name is Krory, this is my wife Miranda," he added giving me a helping hand up. I willingly took it, glad at being able to stand on my own two feet again. Not forgetting to keep my luggage in tow.

"It is nice to meet you," the lady next to him said, with an unsure smile and a similar accent. Her rich brown hair was wild and curly. She seemed intimidated by me, and had a look on her face like the boogie man was going to come out and grab her. However, she was an overall a very pretty woman. I'm sorry to say, she gave off just as strange an impression as her husband had. "I apologize. We didn't watch where we were going. I'm so useless at times like this."

"No that's quite alright. I'm fine," I replied totally ignoring the searing heat and agony rushing throughout my left arm. That slight bump had triggered a reaction from my deformity not needed at that moment. "But could you help me? I need to find my way to 3B."

Krory pursed his lips in thought. "I'm just as clueless about this place as you are boy. But… there are a group of flight attendants having lunch over there. Maybe they can help you."

My eyes brightened, seeing the ever so common McDonald's to the immediate left of me. The red neon lit up the dim airport better than the sunlight streaming through the windows. The flight attendants, wearing grey uniforms and name tags were munching happily on their food. A chef seemed to be serving them, he was very animated and had the biggest smile of anyone I'd ever seen.

I said my goodbyes and 'Thank you's' to the strange couple, before making my way over to the restaurant. Approaching the closest attendant, I asked in the best French I could muster, "Where can I get to section 3B of the airport sir?"

The young man who had army style brown hair and violet eyes looked at me strangely. His eyes gazed up slowly and deliberately from his meal. He slowly put a hand up to cup his ear. His colleagues began muffling chuckles. "Huh?"

I repeated what seemed to me a simple question, again. And got the same response once, then twice. This time he looked to his friends as if asking for help. One rudely burst out laughing, as if making fun of a Londoner was the most fun pastime in the world.

Suddenly, without warning, a pale white hand grabbed the laughing man's arm in an extremely fierce grip. Across from that hand down a navy blue sleeve was the mark I had been looking for. A Black Order badge. It was attached to a very handsome long haired man. With a snarl that could make the maddest carnivores kowtow in fear.

I wasn't the one being punched now was I? Oh lucky me.

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1) While writing this chapter I was listening to Hero by Skillet and Hey there Delilah by The Plain White T's. If you haven't read any of my stories before, I usually say what I listen to. Music is really important to me. Just a fun fact. :D

2) I don't really know how frequently this story will be updated, because I already have two stories in progress. I hope and will aim at, at least once a week.

3) I would like to know what your favorite characters are. Mine is Kanda, friggin' hilarious guy!

4) And seriously people, read my author's notes. They aren't that long or annoying. Maybe.