…A stupid little thing I wrote…because I'm stupid. Colette is an OC. She's the only person I own. If only I owned Kanda…or Cross…or Lavi…or Alto from Macross Frontier…and I'm rambling.

Disclaimer: D. Gray Man belongs to Katsura Hoshino, not me. If I owned it, the story would have no overall plot, because I would make it consist of only Yullen. So, please support the official release.

Colette smiled. It was late. But, Colette never really liked to sleep. Sleep was overrated. So, instead of being in her warm bed like a normal person, she was in the kitchen of the Black Order preparing hot coco for herself.

'It's quiet,' she thought as she mixed her coco with a spoon.

Colette liked the quiet. It was a good night. And then the door swung open. It was Allen Walker, a fairly new exorcist that Kanda and herself found great pleasure in tormenting. Allen ignored her gaze, and made a beeline for the fridge.

"Eating your feelings again, Allen?" Colette asked.

"WHY?" cried Allen through a mouthful of various foods.

"Why what, Bean Sprout?"

"WHY DOES KANDA CALL ME A BEAN SPROUT?" screamed Allen.

Colette sighed.

"I think it's a cute pet name," she said.

Allen twitched.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS!"

"Allen, you're spraying food everywhere," Colette said, disgusted.

Allen slumped in a chair.

"I hate that name!" he wined. "It's mean. Colette, Kanda will listen to you, make him stop!"

Colette chuckled.

"HA! He wouldn't listen to me, and even if he would, I wouldn't make him stop,"

Allen pouted.

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?" he moaned.

"Well, because to be honest, I find your reaction to that name quite funny."

Allen moved in a depressed-state to the fridge. He took out a carton of milk. He chugged it. And then took out another one. And chugged it. And again. And again. Finally, at about the sixth or seventh carton, Colette made him stop.

"You're gonna make yourself sick!" cried Colette. "Why are you drinking so much milk anyway? If you want to get drunk, I'm pretty sure alcohol is the best choice…"

"Milk makes you grow. If I drink milk, I'll get tall!" Allen proclaimed. "If I get tall, Kanda can't make fun of me!"

Colette stared at him.

"Allen, if by some incredible occurrence, you got taller than Kanda, we'd probably just call you Bean Stalk instead. And then, instead of midget jokes, you'll get jokes about young men named Jack…er… 'climbing' you…" Colette trailed off.

Allen's eye twitched. He backed away from the milk.

"…Yeah…don't set Kanda up for that joke…the result will be horrendous. Plus, Lenalee's already got a theory about you and Lavi, and you don't want to start more gay rumors, right?"

Colette watched as Allen Walker's face turned an amusing shade of maroon. It was a good evening.

The End

Stupid? I thought so. But my friend and I were talking about what Kanda would say if Allen suddenly got tall, and this seemed funny at the time. Oh well, whatever, no one's asking you people to read my stuff if you don't like it.

Thanks for reading, anyways!