Summary: Lavi becomes Allen's guardian angel after a fatal accident, leaving Allen scarred and wondering if life is really worth living. Even with the help of his best friend and angel, Allen cannot regain his faith in anything, not even himself. The real question is how long Lavi will be able to keep the boy alive.
Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man
Chapter 1: Death
The morning air was refreshing, especially compared to the stale air that was in my bedroom. I had been forced to keep the window closed all night because of the rain, even though I had protested that if I closed my window then it would become nearly impossible to breathe. My father never listened to me, though. I had even proved it, but he had just frowned at me for being smarter than him, asking where the time had gone.
I looked around me, taking in the familiar surroundings of my large, Victorian styled house, with the huge yard that had a small pond with koi fish taking residence there. There was a stone path leading from the door to the hidden sidewalk, and a huge hedge blocking off the house from the rest of the neighbourhood. The grass was muddy from the rain, but was short and still a vibrant green despite the autumn season. I could see someone walking by through the only visible patch of the sidewalk. They wore the same uniform I did.
I looked down at my clothes. A simple pair of black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black blazer with white stitching, the symbol of my school stitch onto the right breast pocket. It was a red dragon, wrapped around a single blood red rose, the thorns sticking through the dragon's hands. I wasn't sure why a school had such an odd symbol to represent them. We didn't even have a name that included flowers or mystical creatures. We were just 'Golden Cross Academy', and that was it. I didn't even know the origins of the name.
After making sure that there were no wrinkles in the suit, I put on a soft smile that said 'today is wonderful', and walked along the path and onto the sidewalk. The sudden openness of the world always stunned me, no matter how many times I walked through that hedge. I never failed to be baffled at how close we really were to the next house, or how thriving our neighbourhood really was. In truth, our neighbour's house was only about five feet away from our hedge, which stood at about ten feet tall and was surrounded by old, ancient trees that my family had refused to cut down for years. It only made our house look like a part of the wood, instead of an actual residence.
"Allen!" I looked back, surprised when my name was called, and found Daisya Barry running after me, his green eyes that always reminded me of a cat fixed on my position. I stopped walking, waiting for my friend to catch up. It was an unlikely friendship-the nicest boy in school with the prankster of the town-but Daisya was really my only friend. Many people were nice to me and said hi to me, and even occasionally walked with me to or from school, but only Daisya really stuck by me. Too many people felt awkward around me.
I couldn't really blame them. It didn't help that Daisya had a tendency to be a bit possessive (although I wasn't sure why), but they were already set off by my snow-white hair and scarred eye. Even I didn't know where the strange markings around my eye came from, or why the symbol of a star was the beginning of the odd markings. The whole town would probably shun me if they saw the shrivelled black arm I carried. Except for Daisya, of course, who was now skidding to a stop in front of me.
"Jeeze, you're leaving earlier every day!" He gasped, keeling over. I raised an eyebrow.
"You can't have been running for long. I just walked out of the yard." I looked behind me, and sure enough my house was still only a few feet away. "What are you doing? Smoking?"
"Why would I do that disgusting crap?" He smirked at me, straightening his position, but I could see the guilty look in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, holding out my gloved hand. He stared at it for a moment in disbelief, and then when it became clear that I wasn't going to give, he sighed and dug into his pockets. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing them in my hand reluctantly. "C'mon, Allen...You know it's the only thing that I've got."
"That's not true. I don't know how many times I have to tell you to get it through your head. I always welcome you over whenever you want a bit of relief from your house; I understand the pressure of having a large family." I replied shortly, and Daisya sighed. "Don't give me your excuses either, about how your mom would just ground you for leaving the house so much because she's the worst mother on the planet."
"Hehe, that's a good one," Daisya said, smiling slyly. He ran his hand through the spiky brown hair atop his head, and then slung his backpack off his shoulder. He opened the top, searching in it for a moment, before grabbing something that jingled cheerily. He pulled out a hat, the kind you saw court jesters wearing in the medieval times, and slipped it on, the bell on the end of the long hood jingling merrily as it was moved around.
"The teachers are just going to tell you to take it off again," I muttered under my breath, and Daisya looked at me innocently.
"What was that?" He asked, still jingling as he put his backpack onto his shoulders. "Today looks like a good day to pull out the thumbtacks. I mean, it's the most classic and old joke out there, but it's still hilarious. I feel like being classic today."
"Do you ever just take a day to let people not be humiliated?" I asked pointlessly. I already knew the answer to this. I was usually the one who had to listen to all his ideas for the day before he pulled them off, as if he were asking my opinion. I never gave him one.
"Nah, this town needs some humour. I wonder if they'll be able to prove it was me this time." I was beginning to wonder when they would catch him red-handed as well. Everyone knew it was Daisya (Lord knew how much he bragged about it when teachers weren't around), but he had never actually been caught in the act, and so far there had been no real evidence besides the fact that he always had a sly smirk right before a prank was pulled and right afterwards.
"Maybe I'll just tell them this time. Maybe if you go to detention you'll consider stopping your pranks." Another pointless statement. Daisya laughed heartily, seeming to find it truly funny that I wanted to try and stop him from his daily events.
"Nope, I'll just get encouraged by the other troublemakers. They love my work." Of course they did; they wanted to be just like him, except they didn't have the guts. "Actually, I don't think the teachers would even let me set foot inside that place just because they don't want extra encouragement. That's actually sort of a problem, because it means that I won't be able to teach anyone my tricks."
"Why would you need to do that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Because, someone younger than me needs to carry on my legacy when I graduate next year." Daisya said it in such a matter-of-fact way that I had a hard time not laughing. Usually, Daisya was a joker, and as such when he decided to be serious it was about really stupid things. Right now was a perfect example of this, his brow furrowed as he tried to show just how serious he was about this statement. "This town needs someone like me. There's no humour anywhere. I mean, look at the symbol for our school. A dragon with a rose. How…cryptic is that? And then, half the teenagers go to the school, and the other half go to the only public high school. All of the public kids keep on saying how cool it would be to have a dragon as their symbol, but I honestly think it's the most creepy and depressing thing I have ever seen. A school shouldn't be so bloody sombre, it's just not right. Isn't there some kind of law against that kind of stuff?"
"In your head, maybe." I replied casually. He did have a point about the symbol of our school, and even I wondered how they were allowed to use something so mythological as a sort of mascot. Since this was a school, the ideal mascot would be something that was real, or well known throughout history. Dragons were pure myth; probably the creation of some guy in the 1500s finding dinosaur bones and thinking it was something else entirely. Besides, the symbol was pretty depressing, and gave an outsider the impression that we were some sort of cult or something.
"Yeah, yeah. You know, if I had the power to make the rules in this world, I'd make humour the number one priority. I can see it now, on a huge billboard… 'Everyone needs to have fun'." He raised his arms out in front of him as he said this, moving them so that they drew an invisible picture of a heading.
"And everyone needs to remember reality," I pointed out. I was used to his random speeches by now. He usually had at least one a week.
"Gah, you ruin my fun!" He shouted, throwing his hands over his head in a helpless sort of way. "I give up."
"Good. Some peace and quiet." I muttered, smirking. A playful pout appeared on Daisya's face, which quickly turned into a grin as he pushed me on the shoulder.
"Hey Allen, hey Daisya." We both jumped a little, and I looked over to find a girl from my English class. I couldn't recall her name, but I knew she was extremely kind and very popular. Long black hair was tied into two individual pigtails with medium length bangs, and two inquisitive brown eyes. She was smiling kindly, walking evenly with our pace. Her uniform was laid out perfectly, with a skirt instead of pants and a pair of black boots that reached half way up her shins.
"Hiya, Lenalee." Daisya said casually, turning back to me and opening his mouth to continue his conversation. I glared at him, and his mouth shut close immediately.
"Hello, Lenalee. How are you?" I asked politely, thankful that Daisya had used her name. I had never actually talked to this girl before. It surprised me a bit that she knew my name, but I ignored it. Daisya was now glaring at me, and I wondered if it was because he noticed the change of tone I had with Lenalee, compared to with him.
"I'm good thank you." She replied, smiling wider now. "Are you two going to the game tonight? The basketball team is going against the public school in our gym."
"Really? For what, the fourth time this month? Isn't that all they ever do?" I could tell Daisya's words had offended Lenalee, because her lips puckered up into a pout and her eyes went a bit wider. I smacked Daisya on the arm, glaring at him, before turning back to Lenalee.
"I'm sorry he's so rude. He just doesn't understand how to be nice sometimes, and he gets bored way too easily." I tried explaining mostly through the apologetic look I was attempting to give her, and I was glad that her pout disappeared to be replaced by an understanding smile.
"It's alright. Besides…he is right." She shrugged, and I had the urge to slap myself. How come everyone agreed with Daisya when he was such an idiot? He always got off easy, and he wasn't even trying. All he ever did was insult people, and then people agreed with him. It annoyed me to no end.
"See? This town needs something new to bring in a spark so that we can finally have some action!" Daisya began to dance on his feet like a boxer, his silly hat jingling while he did so. He punched at the air, whooping. Lenalee laughed.
"Daisya, calm down." I muttered, rolling my eyes. There was a pause in his beat, his fist in mid air, and then he came to a stop. His arms fell to his sides and he walked evenly beside me. His face went from excited to bored in a second. I sighed, knowing that he was angry with me now. "Oh come on, Daisya, you don't have to get upset with me. You didn't even have to listen to me."
"I though you were funny," Lenalee interjected, smiling at Daisya. He sighed, his eyes lazily moving to me, and his frown deepened.
"But you didn't, did you? You like things being boring, or you just don't care, huh?" He drawled, stuffing his hands in his pockets and slumping forward a little. I sighed, rolling my eyes. I may as well try and make the guy feel a little better.
"Now, now, you know that's not true. I like excitement, you're just embarrassing. I mean, who boxes with the air?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. Daisya pouted, but I could see a hint of a smile on his face now. Lenalee was smiling at me. She seemed to notice that I had just deliberately cheered him up.
"Well, I guess you force it on yourself. You're the one who keeps on hanging out with me," Daisya smirked. "All you have to do is walk away."
"Heh, like I could, you'd probably just drag me back and give me a noogie." I rubbed my head in fake hurt, as if he really had just taken me into a headlock and rubbed his knuckles against my head.
"Yeah, you're right, I probably would," Daisya full out smiled now. For the first time, he fully addressed Lenalee, turning to face her. "So what're you up to?"
"I'm just going to school. I thought I'd walk with you two, since you looked like you were having so much fun," she said, smiling. "I've heard a lot about the two of you. They call you the Polar Pair." Polar opposites-that was one way to refer to us, sure, but to use it as a name for a duo? We weren't actually all that different from each other in truth, we only looked it. Completely different in looks, attitude, speech, and brains. Where Daisya was a genius with pranks, gym, and creative things like art and writing, I was smart in science, math, and logical thinking. However, despite those differences, we liked the same music, the same movies, the same food, the same people, and the same styles. We had our differences there, too, of course, but very often we agreed with the same things. If we didn't, then it was often the exact opposite, so that it always worked out. Like, say we were staring two twins in the face and one had red hair, the other had blonde. I would say red, but he would say blonde, and that way we never really fought over who had what. Our relationship worked perfectly. We balanced each other.
"Polar Pair, huh?" Daisya muttered. "Sounds way too much like Polar Bear. Wait…don't tell me that's the point?" He frowned, obviously disappointed, and Lenalee nodded with a grimace. He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner. "Jeeze, these people need a better imagination." He thought for a minute, mumbling under his breath, and I thought I heard things like 'opposites', 'differs', and 'stooges'. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'd use something like the three stooges, but unfortunately we don't have a third member. Heck, if we had a third we could use, like…three men in a tub, or three musketeers."
"Look who's talking about imagination." I teased, nudging Daisya on the arm. He blushed, glaring off to the side.
"Fine then, you come up with something." He caught me there, and I sighed. I never was good at creating things with my imagination. I was too focused on reality, determined to keep myself on the ground and not in the clouds, that I rarely gave my imagination a big stretch. Generally, Daisya was the one who had to force me to do it once a week. He says it's to keep me sane.
"Well…" I thought for a minute. "What about the Unusual Duo?" I asked stupidly, and Daisya rolled his eyes again. Lenalee giggled, and shook her head gently.
"I think it's better to just stick to Polar Pair. For now, at least." She added when she saw Daisya frown. He sighed exaggeratingly, and then wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"Okay then, Polar Buddy, wanna go see a movie tonight? I want to see whatever you don't want to." He joked, laughing. I laughed as well, shrugging his arm off my shoulders, and raised my hands above my head.
"I want to see the gooiest chick flick there is out there right now!" I declared, grinning still.
"Then we'll go and see the goriest horror movie!" Daisya replied. Truthfully, we both wanted to see the latest comedy, and both of us hated romance and horrors. Lenalee was now doubled over, struggling to watch, giggling like mad. Daisya and I both started to laugh with her.
"You two…are hilarious!" Lenalee giggled out, and both Daisya and I grinned proudly.
"Course we are, we know how to have fun," Daisya said. Lenalee stood up straight, tears in her eyes and a brilliant smile still on her face. "If you ever want to have some real fun, come and hang out with us." He winked, and Lenalee smiled.
"I'll be sure to remember that," she said. I smiled gently, glad that Daisya had allowed Lenalee to be a part of what was going on. He leaned towards me again, still smiling.
"So how about a comedy, huh? I heard this one just come out, and it's supposed to be one of the funniest ever." I grinned now, nodding.
"Yeah, most definitely. I've been up for one of those for a while. Lenalee, do you want to skip that basketball game?" I asked, looking over at her now. She looked a little surprised, but when Daisya also gave her an encouraging smile, she nodded.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks." She said. "Uh…what time?"
"Well…what about the seven showing? It's not too late, and it give you time to come and meet us." Daisya replied, now completely grinning. This was the first time another person had ever come to hang out with us. It surprised me that Daisya wasn't just brushing her off, trying to push her away like he usually did with others. maybe he liked her.
We reached the school a couple of minutes later, talking about our favorite comedies, and Lenalee said goodbye when she saw her group of friends up ahead. She told us she would definitely be there, and she wouldn't drag along someone else because she was nervous. I could tell that Daisya was relieved at this, and I think Lenalee could tell too.
"So, do you like her?" I asked, now sitting in my desk, waiting for English to begin. Daisya sat on my desk, staring out the window.
"As a friend, yeah. Lenalee's always been nice to me. She's one of the few people in this town I can stand besides you." He replied, now looking down at me. "Besides, it's about time we find someone new to join the group, right? We need a girl to complete this, so that we can actually be considered a group. Three people and one girl at least, that's the rules, right?"
"Why do you suddenly want a group?" I asked.
"Because, I wanted to create a cool new group name, but I can't if I'm not even part of a group, right? So, a new recruit, a girl, someone that I can stand…Lenalee fits the bill perfectly." I rolled my eyes. He always had such crazy ideas.
"All right then…" I sighed. "Poor Lenalee, she doesn't know what she got herself into."
"First…we need to get her to like us enough to hang out with us even at school, so I can't just go planning things now…" Daisya was talking to himself now, not paying attention to me, so I just took the time to daze, not paying attention to anything, not really thinking.
The rest of the day went by relatively fast, all things considered. Usually at school time went by as if one second were an hour, but because of the excitement from having plans for the night was there, things went by a lot easier. We were looking forward to something, and nothing was going to ruin our day.
I hadn't realized that Daisya had meant our very first class he would pull a prank, but as soon as the teacher sat down I knew Daisya had stuck to his classic day. The teacher had yelled at us for half the class, causing a lot of people to be happy because it didn't give him enough time to make us start the latest project, meaning we had to wait until tomorrow before we had to worry about it.
Daisya came to my house after school, only for a few minutes, but left when a circus tune rang throughout the room, coming from his back pack. He left for home, leaving me by myself and with nothing to do. I thought of the things that were available to me, like the TV or the computer, but I didn't feel like either. I'd be watching a movie soon enough anyways.
So instead, I went up to my room and pulled out one of the books I had read hundreds of times. There was still three hours before I had to be anywhere, and my father could drive me when I got home, so there was no harm in getting cozy with a book.
Time went by slowly now. Every time I looked over the top of my book to see what time it was, only five minutes had passed. I tried hard to just concentrate on the book, but it was impossible. For some reason, I was extremely excited about tonight, and I couldn't calm down. When I heard the front door open, I threw the book down and ran down the stairs.
"Allen, calm down." Mana said, smiling when he saw me. I sighed in relief; finally, some company. It was only five, so there was plenty of time to hang around with him.
"Hey, dad. Can you drive me to the theaters at around quarter to seven?" I asked. "Daisya and I wanted to see a movie with Lenalee."
"Lenalee?" Mana asked, raising two thin brown eyebrows. Shaggy, messy brown hair framed his kind face, which still looked so young. Allen loved his father, more than most kinds loved their dads. His mother had died when Allen was born, like so many others, but Mana had always looked after Allen as both a mother and a father.
"A girl from school. She's really nice, and no, it's not a date. Daisya wants to make a group name, but since there's only two of us, he needs someone else to join us so we can officially be a group…or something like that." I shrugged. "Anyways, can you?"
"Of course. Why don't we have dinner before then?" Mana asked, gesturing to the kitchen. I grinned, nodding, and ran down the last of the stairs, getting to the kitchen before him. A minute later, water was on to boil and two boxes of macaroni and cheese sat on the counter. This was what we usually had for dinner when one of us was going out during the night.
"So what'd you do at work today?" I asked. Mana was a Japanese translator and an accountant. His job was often changed around, since this town had heavy ties with Japan, even though I had no idea why.
"Translator. Japan's sending us a shipment of fruit soon, and they needed to know when we could pay them, when the best time for the food to arrive is, you know, trivial things." The man shrugged, beginning to take off his coat. Underneath was a plain black t-shirt, and he had on a pair of normal jeans. He never dressed up for work. In his books, a suit and a tie was for your wedding day only. Any other day wasn't important enough. I had promised him a long time ago that I would never wear a suit, even to a funeral, unless I was getting married.
"I wonder when they'll ask you to go to Japan to negotiate with them to stop a war or something. That'd be cool," I said off-handedly. Mana laughed a deep, throaty laugh.
"Some day, kiddo, and you'll come right along with me." He said, ruffling my hair. I huffed, pouting, and my cheeks turned red. Then I smiled.
"Can I really come with you if you go there?" I asked. I was relatively good with the language, since Mana had been trying to teach it to me since I was in grade school, and I often researched Japanese culture. It was really interesting to read about them, and how different they were from us. I liked their ways a lot better, and often wondered if that was why I was so well mannered.
"Yeah, of course. I would never leave you behind." Mana winked, and I grinned. "The water's boiling. You wanna open the packages?" I did as he asked, taking out the cheese packages and passing the boxes over. We didn't talk after that, and I turned on the radio for something to listen to. The current station was Mana and mine's favorite. We often knew all of the songs, which were all really old rock songs, and took to singing with them whenever a really good song came on.
When the noodles were finished, I watched Mana poor the milk and cheese powder in, mixing together the ingredients and adding a bit of butter. A couple of minutes later and we were both sitting on the counter, shoveling food into our mouths and staring off into space. We never talked when we ate, something Mana said was a good attribute. He said that the best way to compliment a cook was by being polite enough to only pay attention to the food, and not to the people around me.
Mana took my bowl when we finished, rinsing it for me, and then sat next to me again. "It's almost six now. What do you want to do until we leave?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"Doesn't that show come on at six? The one where they're all competing to be America's best dancer?" I asked. Mana laughed, hopping down from the counter again.
"Yeah, it's on. Want to go watch it?" He asked, and I nodded mutely, a little embarrassed. It was fun to watch, and it intrigued me because they were real people, every day people like me or Daisya, who were able to make it big because of this show. Together, we went into the living room and turned on the TV, Mana switching the channel to what we desired.
I wasn't sure how many people we watched dance, but it was apparent that this was a rerun. It was auditions only, without the competing yet, and together Mana and I applauded and groaned in the appropriate places. We often found ourselves laughing at the statements the judges would make when someone would be especially terrible.
Then the peace was over. Mana turned off the TV a half an hour before it was supposed to be finished and looked at me. "You can't actually be thinking of going to a movie in your school uniform?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. I blushed, having forgotten, and stood up. Without looking back, I rushed upstairs and into my room, grabbing a t-shirt and jeans as quickly as possible.
I could hear Mana downstairs, getting ready, and moved faster. It was difficult to take off my uniform without wrinkling it, but I wouldn't have time to iron it tonight if I did, so I had to be careful. It slowed me down by about two minutes, but I was soon running downstairs and greeting Mana, who was standing by the door waiting.
"Alright, let's go!" He said cheerily, dangling his keys. Then he opened the door, and I hastily slipped on my shoes before rushing after him, slamming my door shut behind me.
"Dad, wait!" I called out in a winy voice, trying not to trip in the sudden dark. I had forgotten that it was getting darker now that it was autumn. Mana laughed from somewhere ahead of me, and then I was on the street. My father was already getting into the car and starting the engine, so I threw the door open and slammed it shut, attempting to put my seat belt on with excited hands. Mana rolled his eyes, putting his seat belt on steadily and quickly, and then easily maneuvered around the car that was parked in front of us.
The drive was silent, without talking, and this time I didn't put on the radio. "Allen…do you remember anything about when you were a child?" Mana asked, frowning now. His question confused me.
"Not really…it was a long time ago, wasn't it? I mean, usually childhood memories are dim, until you have a child yourself, and then the things they do trigger your memory. Or at least, that's what they say." I said, looking at my old man. I smiled gently.
"That's just like you, knowing exactly how to explain things. When you were born…I remembered a lot of things that I thought I had forgotten. It's odd, because when you remember them…it's like you're suddenly remembering a completely different life, but it's really the same life. Watching you grow up, you reminded me exactly of myself and my siblings. You know, they died a while ago, my brother and sister. I told you about them once, when I was explaining to you about your mother." His voice was a little strained.
"I remember. You said that they died trying to protect you, back when you were my age now, and that your own parents…" I frowned, not liking this subject. Whenever I thought about it, I would end up getting nightmares. Mana looked just as troubled as me.
"Yes, that's exactly what happened. You grew up to be so smart, and so independent. You have no idea how proud I am of you, and how glad I am that you'll never have to go through the same experiences as me. That night, when I watched the police carry off their bodies…I vowed to myself that I would never, ever have a child, and if I did, then I would treat it as if it were night and day, the very air I breathe. I swore I would never hurt the child." Mana smiled sadly now. "And then I met your mother. I loved her so…so much. More than anything in the world. It seemed impossible to love anything else more than I loved her.
"Then she became pregnant. Something strange happened to me. I began having dreams about that night, and I began to fear what would happen when you were born. I was scared I wouldn't be able to keep my own promise." There was a long pause, and I took the chance to speak. I wasn't sure why he was talking like this, but it was beginning to scare me.
"Why are you telling me all of this now?" I asked, frowning. Mana smiled again.
"Because, Allen, I think it's time I told you about this." Then he sighed again. "I read every single parenting book I could get my hands on, and I took anger management courses, I made sure to get you the best guardians I could find in case anything happened, and I did everything I could to make sure your life was perfect. When you were born…when I saw you, I could feel such joy in my heart, that everything else vanished.
"When your mom died, part of me died as well, but I never blamed you for it. My fears seemed silly now, staring down at my own little baby, my own flesh and blood. Even if the reason the woman I loved had died was because of you, I would never hurt you. I loved you…just as much as I loved your mother. I remembered what she had said about a boy name, that she had wanted to call you Allen, and I agreed to her wishes.
"As the years passed, I could only feel more love for you. I have never once blamed you for your mother's death, ever. It couldn't possibly be your fault, and I know that if you would have had the chance you would have loved her just as much as me. Allen, promise me that when you have a child, if you ever do, that you will care for him, no matter what?" He looked at me now, and I swallowed back sudden tears. Why was he telling me this now?
"Of course. You're the best father any-dad! Watch out!" The bright lights flooded the car as we went straight for them, too late to swerve out of the way, and the collision sent us flying, the sound of metal screeching against metal echoing in my ears. Everything was so fast but so slow, and when everything was finally moving at normal speed, the only thing that processed in my mind was Mana.
Blood poured out of his mouth, a faint trace of a smile there in his still-open, surprised eyes. I was still alive. He was gone, and I was still alive.
I promised I would never wear a suit, even to a funeral.
End Chapter
A/N: So I decided to make another one.
I hope it's not too weird to have Daisya as a main character suddenly. I know he dies after like…two episodes of knowing him, but I thought he was funny, and I wanted to see what I could do with him. Anyways, tell me what you think, because I'm unsure of this one, and reviews would really help me know if I should bother continuing.
