Yo- Aseru here.
And you've just clicked on my first D. Gray -Man multi-chapter piece! I'm kinda excited- Kinda thinking that no one will like it. This is a modern time, part-AU, type-thingy. There are Noah; there are Exorcists- There Is Innocence. (Dramatic Music Climaxes.)
Eh, right. But more importantly…
I want you to read this and meet me at the bottom- 'Kay! Really Short Prologue- Go!

My Loathsome Lover:
Prologue;
Wallow with Me?

He had woken up alone, again, this morning. Inside, he hated himself for it. Hated himself every time he walked away- snuck out of the room soon after the other had fallen asleep. Hated himself every time that he lied to either of them and said it would be the last time. He knew it wouldn't be- every time.

But, after six times now, Allen wouldn't even try to lie- to himself or anyone else- and say it wasn't bothering him. It always bothered him- had and will. And even if Yuu Kanda was the type of person to be angsty, or even affected, by something like this, like them- he wondered why he still allowed it, knowing Allen would be gone every morning. By the subtle angry/hurt looks he'd received the last two 'morning after's it was bothering Kanda as well. But maybe it just wasn't in Kanda's person to make a scene, once again, about them.

Then again, maybe he was just thinking about it too hard.

Kanda wanted to fuck him- or be fucked by him, which ever course the evening at hand took- and he got to, whenever the situation was yielding. Their friends, and some family, mingled into each other. But, still when in public- or when not with the full intention- they were well crafted strangers to each other.

When outside their intent, it didn't matter that Allen knew how to make Kanda moan, or that Kanda could make him want with a simple glance- when not within those moments they pretended them didn't exist. Pretended that nothing happened between just them- and Allen made sure it would stay that way, by leaving every morning before the sun could even bare witness to what really existed between them.

And he hated himself for it.

And now, as his cell phone vibrated on his bed next to his pillow, wanting him to wake up and face his failures, he looked at it- and Allen mentally prepared himself to return to pretending.

Well, he was already knee deep in self-loathing, just cake on a few more layers and get on with life- no?

O0O
(^ That's my break sign for future reference ^)

So. I bet you would like to know why Allen's so emo here, right? Luckily for you, I'm probably going to be posting this at the same time as Chapter One. (Smiles)
One thing I would like to point out, that will be expanded on in Chapter One- in this story, Allen does not have white hair, or a cursed eye, or a disfigured left hand…
That any body of consequence will know about.
Pondering it? When depicted as a child in the manga he's a brunette- in this story he will be a brunette. Why? I'm not gonna tell ya! … At least not point-blank. Read it! Review it(, and Ponder with me?)!
Later, Aseru.