Disclaimer: Although it would be completely awesome, I don't own D. Gray Man or Ouran High School Host Club. Darn.

This is just a lead up to the actual story. There will be maybe 2 more chapters before Allen goes to Ouran. First part is kinda sad, so be warned.

If there was one word Allen could use to sum up his feelings about his social standing amongst the Black Order, it would be unwanted. That was it. The word had an almost nice ring to it. Unwanted: He hindered more than he helped. He was un-needed paperwork.

This life isn't what he had wanted. He wanted to help. He wanted to save others. He wanted to be wanted. His wish wasn't much, but it was what he lived for. Now this beast that lived inside of him wanted to eat everything that was good in his life.

He can't be trusted.

A Noah sleeps within his bones.

He is the cause of so many deaths, why don't we kill him? He should atone for his sins.

Cursed child.

A thousand words run through his mind. God, what have I done to deserve such treatment? Please allow me to become new. I need to start again. Put an end to the Noah. Please.

Allen POV

I make my way down the dark hall to my room. Throwing open the door, I walk over to my bed and flop down on it. I want to scream into my pillow like a normal teenager. But alas, normality was never my forte.

Nephew, I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I know this hard, but we can make it through.

I cringe. Sitting up on the bed, I examine my surroundings and hastily shut my door. I rip open my tiny dresser and begin pulling out clothing, stuffing it into a bag at the foot of my bed. Calming myself, I respond.

Ah, you're being nice today. Its ok, I don't need your hallow words. I know I'll be ok eventually.

Then why are you packing a bag?

I freeze. Why am I packing? Surely I can't run away. But what else would I do? I can't stay here.

I'm starting anew.

You'll be hunted for the rest of your life. You know that, right?

With renewed vigor, I shove everything into my bag. I have to go.

That's a risk I'm willing to take. I've got to keep walking.

I swiftly throw my bag over my shoulder and charge out the door.

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! ALLEN WALKER IS LEAVING THE BLACK ORDER! REPEAT: ALLEN WALKER IS LEAVING THE BLACK ORDER! ALL PERSONEL MUST STOP HIM AT ALL COSTS. I REPEAT: ALL PERSONEL MUST STOP HIM AT ALL COSTS!" Screeches Number 65 over the order's intercom.

Crap, they must be blocking all entrances and exits. I guess the only way to go is through the ark.

I take a deep breath and begin envisioning the 14th's song. A white, crystalline structure forms in front of me: the door to the ark. Footsteps sound down the hallway. I turn around and see Lavi and Kanda racing down the hallway. They seem startled to see the ark door behind me and pause.

"Moyashi, where do you think you're going?" Lavi asks cautiously.

I smile somberly and say, "Anywhere but here."

"But why?" I hear him choke out. I turn to look at him.

"Do you think I enjoy being hated? I want to protect people, but because of this . . . thing that resides within me, I can't do that. I want to start over."

Kanda nods and says, "Go," in a voice so low I can barely hear it. However, I do and my eyes widen.

Lavi catches on. "GO! We'll hold them off."

I don't need to be told twice. I quickly turn to the door and thrust it open. I leap into the Ark.

"Thank you," I say quickly.

"Don't thank us quite yet. Go! Be happy!"

I smile genuinely, "Sure thing, I'll see you guys later! I love you both!"

Kanda twitches, "Tch. Go Baka Moyashi!"

Thanking them one last time, I slam the door shut and start sprinting down the Ark's halls. When I reach the piano room, I rip the door open and seat myself quickly in front of the piano. I envision a new beginning and a song bursts into my mind. I arrange my fingers on the keys and start playing a lively song with somber undertones. A new gate proceeds to form on my right and when it is complete, I cease the song. Making my way over the Ark door, I notice it has a strange marking on it. The letters O R stand out on a golden yellow shield-like shape. Not sparing the crest a second glance, I open the door and step out into a new world.

When I stepped out into the light, the first thing I noticed was how bright everything was. And I'm not just talking about the intensity of the light. Colors were everywhere, in every fashion imaginable. Bright pink cherry blossoms fluttered in the air. A lively white kite dances through the sky, varying heights like a changing mood. This place is the polar opposite of the Black Order's dingy walls.

The second thought that came to mind was general mood of the people. Everyone that passed by me had a smile on their face. This change was more that welcome.

First things first, nephew. Where will we go? We should find lodging.

I smile quietly to myself and think: I wonder if anyone here knows how to play poker.

I hear my uncle chuckle and respond with Find a bar and stand outside of it. I'm sure you'll find someone drunk enough to play you.

I start down the street in an upbeat manner, luggage in tow. Thirty minutes pass until I find a suitable bar to play near. Even though it is nearing ten in the morning, it is full to the brim. I pass an ally and notice a man not wearing anything besides boxers and holding a hand of cards. He sniffles in the cold and I discover three people sitting across from him, all holding a hand of cards. They are surrounded by their winnings from the other man.

"What is going on here?!" I find myself asking.

The unclothed man speaks up, "Well, these gentlemen asked me to play a game named poker. I agreed with their request, but lost so many games that I am left with what you see here." He gestures to his boxers.

I smile at the sniffling man.

"Ok."

He looks at me, obviously confused, "Ok what?"

"Ok, I'll win your stuff back and then some."

Always one for the underdog, aren't you?

Oh shut up. This could go in our favor.

A man wearing round glasses and wavy hair whistles.

"You're a cocky young man, aren't you?"

I try to smile warily, feigning innocence.

"Let's play and find out."

I place a silver button that had fallen off of my coat on the ground in front of them.

"This should be sufficient for ante."

The men, with mouths open widen, nod vigorously. I sit down next to the near naked man. He has black hair with an odd white bang and huge eyes.

"You would do this for me?" He asks, awestruck.

"A little kindness goes a long way. I would have no problem doing this for anybody."

"You, sir, are a kind soul. Thank y—"

I cut him off. "Let's hold off on the 'thank you's' for now. I still have a game to win." I turn to the men, smiling almost evilly, "Now, who is going to deal?"

The men look at me, shocked expressions stuck permanently on their faces. They are naked save their underpants.

"H-how?" says one of the man with glasses' friends.

"I'm good at poker." I reply simply.

The man with glasses snorts, "That's an understatement if I ever heard one. May I ask your name, shounen?"

"My name is Allen Walker. Pleasure to meet you."

"Tyki Mikk. The pleasure is all mine." He stands up and bows, looking up at me expectantly.

Oh the irony.

Would you shut up? He could be different here.

Neah yawns inside my head. Doubt it.

The man with the odd hair interjects questioningly, "Oh, Mr. Walker, whatever can I do to repay you?"

"Call me Allen. And I don't need anything."

"Oh nonsense! I'm Arystar Krory. I can surely afford anything you want."

"In that case, do you happen to know somewhere I can stay for a while?"

Arystar's face brightens considerably. "That's no problem! You can stay in my mansion for a long as you like."

Jackpot.

I bow and say, "Thank you, sir. Might I be able to get a ride there? I get lost far too easily. I'm sorry for the trouble."

"Oh, of course! It's no trouble at all. Just allow me to call my chauffer. And call me Krory." He smiles at me and stalks off fully clothed, an odd device in hand. I realize it must be like a hand-held golem when he starts talking into it.

"Hey Mikk, Can you tell me what those things are called?" I sheepishly ask Tyki.

"What, have you never seen a cellphone before?" He asks incredulously.

I smile convincingly, " No, the name just slipped my mind. Thank you for helping me remember." I look at him and the rest of his friends, "You can put your clothes back on."

Tyki looks at me curiously, but soon a devilish smile forms on his lips as he hastily puts his clothes back on. When he is done, he looks at me.

"It was no problem, shounen."

I twitch at the nickname. "Please don't call me that."

He runs his eyes along my entire body and licks his lips. I feel dirty from the brief exchange.

"Would you prefer I call you sexy?"

"Not that either, how about you just call me Allen."

He raises his hands in a defensive manner.

"No can do, sexy shounen. I'll see you later," Almost purring, he finishes,"I promise." I really, really hope he won't see me later. He slinks down the alleyway, followed by his posse. Krory pops back into the alley.

"Allen, our car is nearly here."

I walk over to him and into the sun. It amazes me how much color this world has. A horseless carriage pulls into a spot in front of the bar. I look at it in confusion until I realize this must be the 'car' Krory was talking about. I pull the door open for the man and slid in after him. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Krory attempts to start a conversation, wanting to know more about the teenager he is letting live in his house.

"So Allen, how old are you?"

"Oh, I'm fifteen."

"Wow, you're fifteen?! I would have guessed twelve at most! That's amazing!"

I am tempted to shoot a glare at the man, but stop when I realize just how naïve he is. Honestly, I could tell that in my 15 years I had more street smarts than Krory.

I smile at the inexperienced man. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

"So what happened that you're here?"

I flinch at the question. "Well. . ," I scratch my ear, quickly coming up with a suitable story, "When I was younger, my father passed away. I was put into the care of my uncle, who was quickly proven to be a nutcase. He rang up a load of debts in places and left me there to pay them off. One day, I had enough. After I paid off his last spending spree, I found him and asked if he was ever going to be a real guardian. He was supposed to be helping me, not the other way around. And . . . he knocked me over the head with a hammer and vanished from the earth. And now I'm here, searching for my uncle."

"Oh, you poor boy! Don't you worry; I will take care of you. I can call for adoption forms as soon as we get to my mansion."

"You would do that for someone you just met? How about we hold off on that until a month passes, and if you don't hate me, we can sign the papers."

"I'm sure I won't hate you, but I will wait a month if that is what you wish. However, I will enroll you in school. There is a nice one near here. I believe it is called Ouran Academy."

I nod and look out the window, a large gothic mansion appears in view. Although, I feel the word 'mansion' doesn't do it justice. It looks like a 16th century castle, surrounded by a graveyard instead of a moat. Several gargoyles are placed around the top of the mansion and sneer down at us.

Home sweet home.

Haha, yeah it looks like the order.

"I had my servants choose a room for you and get it ready. Please feel free to decorate it however you like. I will arrange for you to get a cell phone so you can contact me if there is anything wrong. I hope you enjoy your stay here at the Krory mansion and that we can make this a permanent arrangement."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Krory. I'm sure I will."

"You are such a kind boy, I'm positive the staff will love you."

The car gets to the end of the extensive driveway and pulls to a stop. I open the door and get out quickly, holding it open for Krory. He smiles widely at the encounter. I hear him say, "So gentlemanly," under his breath. I visibly brighten after hearing that. He turns to me quickly.

"Unfortunately, I have work to take care of in the castle. However, I'll have the head maid, Chomesuke, show you around and get you acquainted with your room."

"That's no problem," I bow, "Thank you for doing this much for me."

"Allen, you need to learn that this is causing absolutely no problems for me."

"But Sir—"

"See, I can already tell that you are a good person. Come on, let's go inside. Are you hungry?" On cue, my stomach releases an unearthly growling sound. He looks at me with a broad smile, "I'll take that as a yes. I'll ask the staff to prepare dinner."

"I have to warn you, I eat a lot."

"I'm sure it's nothing the staff can't handle."

"I mean A LOT, like seven servings more than a full grown man."

"I'm sure you're exaggerating."

"I'm not."

Krory's mouth hangs ajar as I finish off my eighth serving of food.

"You weren't joking. How is it you still eat politely while shoveling in all of that food?"

I wipe my mouth with a cloth napkin and grin. "I've had a lot of practice."

"I would assume so. And when I thought you couldn't get even more charming."

A maid clad in a black dress and white apron approaches the table.

"Mr. Krory, shall I give Mr. Walker the tour now?"

"Ah, yes. Allen, meet Chomesuke, the head maid of the Krory mansion. Chomesuke, this is Allen Walker."

I stand up from the table and bow to the maid.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss. Chomesuke."

She repeats my actions and says, "As to you, Mr. Walker."

"Please call me Allen."

"Oh, I couldn't do that, Mr. Walker."

I beam charmingly and say, "I insist."

She smiles at me, "Okay, Allen. Let me show you around the mansion."

After a brief tour of the castle, Chomesuke showed me to my room and left me to my thoughts. The room I was given is spacious and sparsely decorated. I unload my luggage into a dresser in the front of the room. When I'm done, I flop down on the four poster bed and bring my left hand up to my forehead. I can't feel the skin because I wear gloves, but it provides the same effect and cools my burning forehead.

Today was very . . . eventful.

I snort and think, You could say that again.

What will we do tomorrow?

I guess we'll find out more on this world. They are very advanced from what I gather.

A faint knock sounds on the door. I sit up quickly and make my way over, opening it apprehensively. Chomesuke stands outside. I open the door completely and greet her.

"Hello Allen, I have a message from Krory stating you will be starting at Ouran Academy in two days. Your books will be delivered tomorrow, however you need to meet with Krory to put personal information on your file," when she notices that I looked worried, she continues with the thought, "Like your birthday and your past guardian's names."

I breathe in quickly, relieved. "Thank you Miss. Chomesuke. Is there anything else I should know?"

"Oh, no. Please let me know if you need anything."

"I will. Thank you for everything. I appreciate it."

"It's nothing. Have a good night's rest, Allen. Do you want me to wake you in the morning?"

"No need. I'm an early riser. Good night, Miss. Chomesuke."

She bids me farewell and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. I sigh and pullout bedclothes to change into. I tug off my gloves and place them on the bedside table. Sinking into the warm bed, I think about how things could be occurring in my normal world. Surely Kanda and Lavi are facing interrogation from the Vatican. I wonder how my actions must have affected the others. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Lenalee or normal Krory. However, their faces don't haunt me tonight. I drift off into a dreamless sleep for the first time in forever.

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