Okaaay! I'm Hanastiel Rose but please call as you wish, though I prefer Hana. This is my first FF and it's been only a couple of years since I started talking english so please don't be mad if I do some mistakes. I am willing to improve myself so your comments will be highly appreciated. Dear reader, I cannot guarantee your poor little mind's safety, sorry (MOUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!). If you want, I may write other ff. If you want a couple in particular (Yaoi, Yuri, Straight - I don't care) just tell me and I'll do what I can. Oh and I also write french stuff so if you're interested, you may ask me and I'll put it on . Oh and I DO NOT OWN D. GRAY-MAN, sadly. I've always wondered why it was SO important to say it but oh well! Just so you know I maybe will miss a week or two since I have to study for the coming exams 0_0 (I'm cutting in my study-time right now just for you, my dear!) so I say sorry now in case it happens. I will try very hard to update at least once a week though. Ok then, ENJOY! XD

"Class, quiet", the teacher said. "Today we're welcoming a new student. If you would please..." she finished, apparently talking to the one standing just outside.

As the new student stepped in, eyes widened and mouths opened wide. It was a white-haired boy who came in, looking nervous. He had such clear silver eyes it was abnormal and a tattoo was crossing the left side of his face, starting on his chin and finishing with a pentacle just up his eyebrow. Another strange fact about the boy was that he was wearing a glove, as pure white as his hair, on his left hand. It appeared that he was European.
The newcomer then smiled gently and introduced himself.

"My name is Allen Walker, pleased to meet you. Please take good care of me in the future!"

He then bowed deeply, leaving the classroom into a complete silence.

Whispers here and there came out as Allen smiled again.

"There is a vacant seat in the back. You can go sit there", the teacher indicated.

The white-haired boy crossed the room and sat silently, given weird looks by the boy sitting beside him.

It was a taller Japanese guy with long, black hair. He looked really annoyed of his presence, though kind of curious. The British boy took note of the fact his eyes were almost the same colour as his, though a bit darker.

The boy who sat beside Kanda without saying a word was rather strange for his taste but he didn't twitch - pride's work. As the strange personage turned to him with a bright - too bright - smile, he introduced himself again.

"I'm Allen. You are Kanda, I presume?"

Kanda was surprised. How did he know his name? However, he did not let it show. He was cut by his new classmate when he opened his mouth to ask how.

"I heard some girls saying how I was lucky to sit by Kanda-sama as I passed by them."

"Che", he responded while turning his eyes once again to the window.

Allen looked away. When the Japanese teen took a peek to see if he was piss, he suddenly regretted his action as he saw the lonely look on the boy's face. For some reason, his heart ached when seeing it. Was it the fact that he himself always felt a bit lonely? Whatever it was, it was clearly annoying.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the ringing bell, meaning class was over. But wait; was it not a bit strange that the Moyashi didn't wait until tomorrow to come to class? After all, he arrived only five minutes before the last class ends... What a strange boy...

When Kanda got up he noticed the boy was spacing out.

"Hey, Moyashi", he said, "Snap out of it. Class ended. We're going back to the dorms".

Seeing that he wasn't answering, Kanda snapped.

"Snap the Hell out of it, you beansprout!" he said while slapping him on the back of his head.

"Waaa!" Allen said, almost falling off his chair. "What's with you?"

When he saw the look on his classmate's face, he immediately understood.

"Ah... Did I space out again...? Sorry...".

Kanda wondered if it was happening often. If it was, he was going to hate sitting by that freak for the rest of the year.

"Will you quit following me, Moyashi?" Kanda yelled to Allen. "If you're lost go see someone else!"

"Don't call me Moyashi! And if my room is the same way as yours, it's not my fault."

It appeared that they were neighbours... Allen would be sharing a room with that Baka Usagi. For some reason, the Japanese teen was a bit worried for the smaller boy's safety. Who knows what playboy Lavi could do to cute and small Allen... Wait, what crossed Kanda's mind just now? The longhaired boy erased that last sentence of his mind fast and easy.

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Days went by with no problems and, slowly, whispers as Allen passed by stopped. Though things weren't that easy... Kanda, who was living next door to the new boy, had difficulty sleeping at night. Sometimes, he would hear someone crying in the depths of night, sometimes, he would hear screams. He would often hear someone scratching of the wall and things getting broken from Baka Usagi' and Moyashi's room. And it could only be the work of that Beansprout... Lavi wasn't of that kind - when not drunk, that is.

But then one day, when the Japanese teen came back to get the notebook he had forgotten, he heard the distinct sounds of fighting.

"Fuck them!", Kanda thought, "Is that Baka Usagi drunk already?"

He then went to the neighbour's, slamming his door when doing so. As he reached the lock, Allen's voice came out.

"Ng... Don... 't!... -et me.. Plea... h...! Stop!"

Sorry I know this chapter was really short but I'll make it up in the next chapter (hopefully) REVIEW PLEASE! :3