A/N: Disclaimer, I do not own anything related or pertaining to D. Gray-Man, besides the written rantings of a rabid fangirl.

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Howard Link and Allen Walker sat together in the dining hall, and to fellow members of the Black Order, this was no surprise. Allen was always eating, and Link, well, Link was always watching. Even as he munched languidly upon his cakes, Link had the corner of his well trained eye on his subject, who, as always, was doing his best to ignore the guardian.

"Ohayo! Allen, Link!" Came the high-pitched call of Lenalee, who took her place on the opposite side of the table, where she could see her white-haired friend perfectly.

Allen smiled and waved, while Link just nodded in response.

"Oh, Link, I have something for you." Lenalee started, holding up a finger as if she had only just remembered.

Link quirked a forked eyebrow at the girl. "You do?"

"Hai!"

Leaning over her bench, she reached for a bag she had carried into the dining hall, and rummaged through it with a twisted, concentrated expression.

"No, that's not it... not that either... oh! Here they are!"

In a little plastic baggie were placed a variety of sweet teas, all of which pleased Link's tendency to be a sweet tooth. He eyed the packages before accepting them from the female Exorcist with a simple, courteous "Thank you".

"Apparently, Leverrier sent them." Lenalee explained, and Link did not miss the sour note that coincided with his superintendent's name. "They're a token of appreciation for doing 'such a good job'."

Link merely nodded, though on the inside, he was quite pleased with himself for remaining in Leverrier's good graces.

With an eager haste- that was well masked by his years of training- Link opened the baggie and took out one of the packets of tea, placing it in the hot water he had already prepared. While Lenalee and Allen began some useless discussion- although Link, of course, still kept his ears trained on their every word- he watched the tea packet begin to seep its contents into the once clear liquid, until the drink assumed a delicious color of rosy amber.

The first sip was simply delightful.

As he mused upon the taste in his mouth, Link realized that something was amiss. It wasn't long before the mug slipped from his palms and crashed on the floor, sending dangerous shards of glass everywhere. But that wasn't the last of it. Link found himself tottering off the bench, and before he knew it, he had joined the broken mug on the floor.

What in God's name was going on?!

That's when Link saw it. His hands were no longer hands at all, but paws, complete with calloused, black pads and sharp nails. The behind he had once sat upon was distorted, before out popped a curled, fluffy tail that definitely wasn't there before.

Link realized it just as Allen and Lenalee realized it. Two, blackened eyes blinked once, twice, three times, as their owner struggled to stand on four limbs.

Link was a... dog?!

"Wha- did you- how did- Link!" Allen shouted, staring at the once-human in utter disbelief. The face that stared up at him was a solid, cream color, and despite all its animal qualities, Dog-Link still had two red dots marring the fur on his forehead.

"Oh no-!" Lenalee said, before covering her mouth with a shaking hand.

Allen leaned down toward the dog, that was still blinking at him in a state of shock. "Link? Can you hear me? Are you still in there?"

After finally being spoken to directly, Link jumped and splayed his limbs out from underneath him, effectively face-planting against the tile. Then, in a way that would have seemed playful and fun to any other onlooker, Link began to twirl around, trying to reach the fluffy tail that curled over his backside. He didn't want to chase it, he just wanted to get close enough to make sure it really existed.

"What happened?!" Link barked, staring at Allen desperately. "I'm a dog! How am I a dog?! What was in that tea?!"

Unfortunately for Link, all Allen and Lenalee heard was a series of barks, whines, and growls. They both stared down at the creature, jaws hanging down and eyes looking too big for both of their faces combined.

"Do you know what he's saying?" Lenalee asked the white-haired youth.

Allen, in return, shrugged. "No idea, but I do think I have a pretty good idea of who did this... ."

With that, Allen and Lenalee shared a look, before a name sounded from both their lips;

"Komui."

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