Chapter 1: The prologues of many stories brings tears, before the actual stories begin (not true).

Peru: Here we go~! My first D. Gray-Man fanfic! Well since it's a fanfic; I don't own any of it… if I did then - what the heck, who am I kidding? I don't want to own it or whatever like it, I want to be in it! For goddamn sake! I want to live throughout the story as well!

Kanda: Well, is that your disclaimer? If it is then let the readers read the story.

Peru: \(A")/

Allen: *smiles* I agree with Kanda, Peru. You can't make the readers' wait.

Peru: Fine. Since you asked so nicely *glares at Kanda* Allen, I shall get on with the story.

\(~A~)/-

I looked around and found myself in a graveyard. I shivered as chills went up and down my spine. 'What am I doing here?' I made my way through the stone garden of gray. A light snow had fallen over some like a blanket.

I trudged along and stopped. A few feet away, there was a kid who was leaning against a gray stone. He was bawling his eyes out. I went over to him and knelt down in front if him. "Why are you crying?"

He looked up. His eyes were red from all the tears, and he sniffed. "My dad passed away." Then he broke into another set of tears. I noticed that his left hand was bound inside a strange glove.

"What's wrong with your left hand?" Curiosity won me over. The boy stiffened at my question, but he didn't answer. We stayed silent for a while before I asked him another one. "What is your name?" This time he answered.

"Allen Walker." He sniffed. "What's yours?"

I smiled at him. "Shawna Clover." I took his left hand. "Want to be my friend?"

Allen stared at me and wiped his eyes. He looked at me and nodded his head. That was when a fat man landed on the gravestone that Allen was mourning over a few minutes ago. His grin was out if the law of physics. It seemed Allen saw him too, because he turned his head around and looked the intruder over.

"Good evening." His voice sent chills and I got goose bumps on my skin. "What is your name?" He asked Allen, bending over just enough to see the gravestone. Inspecting details, and straightened once he finished.

Allen looked at him warily. He seemed hesitant before he answered. "Allen Walker." I seemed to notice that I was still holding his left hand. So I squeezed it a bit.

"Do you want me to bring your father back to life?" His grin seemed to look eerie when he offered his irresistible offer.

I looked over at Allen. There was a glimmer of hope, but he was hesitant all the same. But the cautious chains seemed to have loosened. He nodded, and I felt dread growing inside me, Thunder seemed to come out of nowhere, I sweat dropped. 'What a show off, having sound effects that scare the living out of you.'

But I didn't have time to ponder. Because in front of us was a skeleton that was supported by a frame. It was creepy. "Allen, I don't think this is such a good idea." I tried warning him but my words were drowned out by lightning. Soon after it ceased the fat man spoke again. 'Man he's irritating!'

"This here is a vessel that can hold a soul and bring them back to the living. But for your dear father to return, you have to say his name." The dread in the pit of my stomach seemed to tear and endless trench formed. And I felt sick.

Allen on the other hand seemed to be in a trance with the fat man's words. He mustered his strength and cried out his deceased father's name. "MANA!"

Then there were more thunderclaps and upside down star appeared on the skeleton's forehead, under it the name 'Mana' was etched. It started to move and broke from it's frame, and - it spoke? "A-Al-Allen."

Allen's face was happy the first second, but his happiness was quickly replaced with confusion. "Why? Why? Why did you turn me into an Akuma?" It screamed and raised it's scythe like arm. "I CURSE YOU ALLEN WALKER!" He sliced Allen's left eye, I dropped his arm and screamed. The 'Akuma' weighed in pain from my voice, but I never knew why. Allen's left arm seemed to break it's confinement and took over, as if it had a mind of it's own. I was brought out of my trance when I heard Allen scream.

"Run Mana! Run!" He tried to stop his arm that aimed at the broken skeleton. And it spoke in response to his son's call. Tears streamed down from my eyes.

"Allen… I love you…" And the claw-like arm broke it's enemy mercilessly. I zoned out, but abruptly came back to my senses when Allen screamed again. I looked for him and saw him on the ground unconscious. His hair changed from the reddish-brown to stark white. I ran over to him and exposed his face to the sky. I gasped, the slash mark, left his face and there was a scar with an upside down star at the top. 'Just like the Akuma.'

The trench disappeared from the pit of my stomach. I sat there with Allen in my arms. Under the full moon of the cold and dark, dank night.

Peru: Well that was it for the prologue.

Allen: It was short.

Kanda: Agreed.

Peru: What is wrong with you two? You guys never agree on the same terms!

Lenalee: Peru is right you two never agree on the same terms.

Peru: Oh your here Lenalee! Okay let's go! Oh and one more thing: *turns to readers* Why don't you guys review on this story? Tell me how it is so far and such, and if your gonna put a flame don't make it all crappy. Deal? Deal. See y'all in the next chapter!