Disclaimer: I definitely do not own D. Gray- Man D
"Miranda" Lenalee said, looking up from her lengthy contemplation of her boots, "you like Krory, don't you?"
"I…" Miranda stammered, looking extremely unsure. "I don't know…"
"Awww, admit it. You do like him, yes?"
"I kind of like him, but he doesn't feel the same way!"
"Nah, I'm sure he likes you too."
"No he doesn't. How could he like such a foolish person?" With a tiny, almost inaudible sob, Miranda stood up.
"Miranda –"
Lenalee watched helplessly as Miranda dashed out of the room, tears welling in her eyes.
"Krory, you aren't hungry?" Allen asked Krory curiously. He'd already finished up everything on the dozen plates he had brought with him, and Krory had hardly finished one quarter of his food. Fork hovering in mid-air, Krory stared down at the remains of his mangled dinner.
"I…I have no appetite, somehow."
"Krory" Allen said, eyeing Krory's food hungrily, "You're in love with Miranda, aren't you?"
"WHAT?!" Krory jumped, his fork clattering down onto the table. A dark hue of red diffused across his pale cheeks as he tried to rebuff the white-haired boy. "NO!"
"You do like her, don't you?" Allen asked calmly, head tilted to one side with an utterly innocent look on his face.
"She doesn't like me that way." Krory's face seemed to droop.
Without another word, he stood up and walked away, leaving Allen alone at the table.
Two young lovers stole out to meet under the full moon that night.
Lenalee rested her head on Allen's shoulder as she gazed at the luminescent glow around them. "Allen-kun, do you think we could help Krory and Miranda get together?"
"How?"
"You know, give them a push in the right direction…"
That night, two young people put their heads together to dream up a plan that would change the cards of the two other people involved in their own subtle romance game.
The next morning, Lenalee burst into Miranda's room without so much as a knock.
"Miranda!" Lenalee cried out. "Miranda! Krory's been desperately injured!"
"What? Where? How is he?" Miranda's face was deathly pale.
Over at the canteen, Allen was shrieking his head off at Krory.
"Krory! Miranda's been injured! She's in a terrible state right now!"
And he observed the growing pallor in Krory's face with something akin to joy.
Four people rushed towards the hospital wing in one accord. Finally, they all reached the corridor in question (though from different sides). Catching sight of each other, two of the four stood dumbstruck, shock still against the dark curtains like actors presenting a plateau.
'Krory!"
"Miranda!"
Simultaneously, the duo rushed towards each other, falling deep into mutual embrace. Allen and Lenalee walked away from the scene, hand-in-hand, allowing their comrades to enjoy a measure of privacy in what could be their happiest moment for a long time to come.
"And that was that." Krory ended his tale as his grandchildren bounced around his chair. "Your grandmother and I might never have admitted our feelings for each other without the help of Allen and Lenalee."
"And that is why" Miranda's softer voice piped in, "We are going to visit their graves today. Without them, sweethearts, you all would never have come into the world."
The front door locked. Patting the key to make sure it was really in his pocket, Krory turned, following his wife and grandchildren as they made their way to Allen and Lenalee's graves.
Words carved on stone may fade with time, but blood remembers those who once lived and helped.
The dead may be gone, but they are remembered forever in the beating hearts of earth's children.
A/N: ohhh my i wrote another krory/miranda fic! ohh well i'm not really such a big fan of this pairing, but this storyline seemed to fit them best, somehow. hope you enjoyed reading it! :D