Hello, hello~ AllenxOC fanfic! ^^ So far i've got nothing interesting to say, so... Read on!

Oh wait, before you do that: The OC's name is Jenna. She's asian (like Lenalee), but hey, i wasnt trying to base her off anyone. The asian thing is just a coincidence. If you're going to preach to me about bad spelling/gramar/lameness/coinicidences-dont-exist, then shoo! :O Okay, now read on x]

Disclamer: i do NOT own DGM. If i did, why the hell am i stuck in the living hell called 'High School'?

Jenna sighed and watched as the scenery of houses, cars, and lawns flew by, pressing her forehead against the glass. She was always groggy in the morning. Apparently everyone else on the bus had the same idea-- the bus was mostly silent, except for the low murmering of people waking up. Getting bored of eavesdropping, Jenna stared at the miniature people in sparkling leaf green, sky blue, baby pink, and sunflower yellow danced beside the bus. Some people would call them fairies. Their giant wings would have been thought to slow them down, but the fairies managed to twirl around, spiraling with the leaves blown up by the rush of the car.

For some reason, they seemed to greatly enjoy this-- it seemed to be a pass time. Jenna, obviously, could see some things most people cant. She'd found this out when she was about five. The fairies had been enjoying their little game when she spotted them. When she'd asked her mother, who was usually very calm and acceptive, went very pale and told her daughter that she was just seeing things-- there were only leaves outside the car.

Although she still wasnt entirely sure of what she could see, Jenna was pretty sure that the only two things she could see were spirits, and--

"Good morning," a polite, quiet-yet-cheerful voice said to the bus driver. Mr. Thomas just grunted in reply. He wasnt a morning person either.

The voice that had spoken wasnt familiar to her, so Jenna tore her eyes from the little dance the fairies were performing, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Her coal back eyes met stormy gray eyes. Although the color was quite flat, the eyes still looked kind, gentle... beautiful. The boy who had entered was looking for a place to sit, turning his head from side to side, his white, gleaming hair making a halo around his head. Jenna felt her heart melt. Shaking her head, she continued to observe the new student. He wore a black hoodie sweat-shirt with a strange design on the left shoulder area; she didnt think much of it, as most clothes now a-days were looking stranger than that. A peep of his white shirt peered out from under his hoodie. Jeans, with a fair amount of wear and tear, reached to a little below his ankles, making him look shorter than he really was-- or maybe he was short. His sneakers looked more like boots, but that didn't matter much, considering the bazzaire clothing the pink-punk girl with tie-dyed hair was wearing only a yard or two away.

Then Jenna focused on the boy's face, and almost gasped in pity and horror. For such an innocent looking person, he was obviously not hanging with the right crowd. He had a red tatoo running from over his left eye to his chin. It was an upside down star that seemed to drip red ink to his chin. It gave her the creeps, for it looked like the boy was crying blood. After staring at his tatoo like an idiot for about half a minute, she looked down. It wasnt like she'd never seen someone with a tatoo, after all. Ninety percent of her high school's population had at least one. And a piercing that wasnt on the ear. And red, blood shot eyes.

She shuddered. The high school she currently attends to was mainly built for trouble makers. She'd been sent here by mistake, and the faculty of three schools were trying to switch her out. Yet, it'd been almost half a semester. They were still trying-- or so they said. Jenna scolded herself for actually allowing herself to think that there would be another decent person, another victim of bad planning. Another person in her situation.

While she had been pondering, the new boy had found himself an empty seat-- next to her. Quickly, yet calmly, he glided over to her. She briefly wondered if he was a vampire. The very thought made her gag. 1) They dont exist, and 2) Who the hell said they looked like what Stephanie Meyer thought they'd look like?!

Embarassingly, the fallen angel-- she called him that in her mind because she didnt know his name, and he looked like an angel, but the only people here were bad, bad people, excluding herself-- had reached her just as she gagged. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but didnt say anything about it. Instead, he asked politely, "May i sit here?"

His voice was so... melodious, for lack of better wording, that she could only not her head. He sat down, shifting his backpack so that it wasn't in his way.

He turned to face her.

"Hello, my name's Allen."

Feeling her cheeks burn from his closeness, for he was very good looking, she took the offered hand. She looked up, feeling like she should at least let him know her name. "Hey, Allen. My name's Jen--"

Before she could finish her own name, she felt the air rush out of her lungs. At a closer look, she felt a rush of pity and horror again. His tatoo-- or at least she'd thought it was a tatoo-- was oozing with darkness. A familiar one, at that. The darkness. The one she'd seen on so many people before. The one she'd grown used to seeing. She stiffled a cry of pure sadness.

The poor boy was cursed.

Okaii, that's it for chapter one~ Sorry it's kinda short and really lame. But still, Read and Rate pleaseee. Commenting would be nice... be gentle please, no flamers. This is my first fanfic after all. Still i'd like a bit of critique. I need some pointers from the pro's, cuz right now, i'm just spewin' out ideas without really planning... x__x; yeah. Anyway. It could get longer, depending on rating and remarks. :D Well thanks! Baibai~ x]