Disclaimer- I don't own any of D. Gray-man. This goes for all the chapters.

MA: All of the Japanese is just run through a translator, so I'm really sorry if some of it's wrong. This is something I came up with and hope you like it. I would think that if Allen was a girl, Cross would be a lot nicer to her, so that's what I did.

Chapter I: A New Life

Allen looked at the schedule in her hand. She sighed. Having been transferred into a school in Japan, she was seriously mad at her current guardian, Marian Cross. He was her only family, even though the connection was so distant it took five genealogists to find out about it. Because of a job change, they had had to move to Japan. The only reason Allen wasn't paying for all of Cross's debts was the fact that she was a girl.

The school that she was being transferred to had the strangest name. It was called the 'Black School'. She wondered if it was because the school was painted black or something stupid like that.

She wished to be back in her old school, where people were talking English, not Japanese. Though, by the amount of teasing she got, she wondered if it was better if she couldn't understand them. Allen stopped her thoughts; she needed to get moving if she was ever going to get out of bed.

She sat up, letting her blankets fall off her. She slid out of her bed and placed the schedule on her desk. Allen pulled open the doors of her wardrobe and pulled out the school uniform.

She pulled her night gown off and tossed it into a dirty clothes bin and pulled the black skirt on. Next came the white long sleeved shirt, which had a black sailor thingy with a gray ribbon. After that, Allen pulled on the white knee socks and black shoes.

Allen walked into her bathroom. (Cross had been kind enough to give her her own) To wake herself up, she splashed cold water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long snow-white hair fell almost to her waist, and her gray eyes looked back at her. She eyed her blood red arm, and opened the cabinet above her toilet. She pulled out a white glove that she pulled over her left hand, and she also grabbed a black head band on placed on her head.

Allen walked out of her bathroom and looked at the clock. 'AH! I'm late!' School started at eight, and it was five minutes till said time. She raced out her door, down the stairs, and out the door. Luckily, Allen had remembered to pick up her bag. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to get breakfast, so she knew she was going to be extremely hungry until lunch.

Allen raced down the streets. She had spent the night before wandering around the town, so she wouldn't have to get lost the next day. She had even wrote clear directions out on a piece paper the she now held in her hand.

About half way there, she stopped to catch her breath. She leaned on the wall. She wished she could read the street signs, but it was a small loss to her. "It would be nice if they had buses." Cross had said he'd get her a bike for her birthday, but that was a week away. She had to walk to school until then.

Once Allen had caught her breath, she continued on her race to school. When she reached the gate, she saw that it was slowly closing.

"What the? Why is it closing?" Allen reached the gate, which was made of solid iron. 'It must take a lot of power to move the gate.' She thought as she jumped through the barely open gate.

-THUD-

Allen laid upside down on the pavement in the courtyard. She quickly sat up and brushed her skirt down. She was sincerely glad that no one had been around to see her less than graceful entry.

She stood and looked at her schedule. 'Room 132' she read. She wondered where that was. Her uncanny habit of getting lost was very inconvenient. She found herself lost in the dark hallways of the school.

"Why are all the lights turned off?" She asked herself. Allen looked at the door numbers to her right. 123… 121… 119… "Uh… I'm going the wrong way." She figured that if she went in the opposite direction, she would find it.

The halls were very eerie. It was mostly the fact that no one was there and the lights were off. Allen was also a relatively easy person to scare, so it wasn't a real surprise that she was scared.

She looked at the wall to her left, and found a map of the entire school. It was really small, compared to some of the other schools Allen had been to.

She looked on the map, then slapped herself. Room 132 was right behind her. She twirled on her heels and knocked on the classroom door.

"Dare?" Came a high pitched voice. (It looks like dare, as in I dare you to, but here it means Who's there in Japanese)

"Huh?"

"Dare?" The voice repeated. Allen decided that now would be a good time to use the only Japanese she knew.

"Watashi wa nihongo o hanasanai. Watashi wa eigo o hanashimasu." That meant 'I don't speak Japanese. I speak English.'

"Then why didn't you say so?" came the voice again. Allen almost jumped out of her skin at hearing English. The door opened to reveal a girl about Allen's own age.

She was wearing the school uniform, and she had short emerald black hair that reached about half way down her neck. She had dark purple eyes, and her face was adorned with a sweet smile.

"So, what's your name?" She asked.

"Allen Walker." Allen told her.

"I'm Rin Lee." She introduced. "But, I have one more question."

"What?"

"Why are you here?"

"I'm the new student. This is my fist school day."

"So you're new?" Rin giggled. "That's awesome. But... It's winter break. There's no school until after Christmas."

"AW MAN! I really wish Cross had better info!" Then Allen paused and looked at Rin. "So, why are you here?"

"Club meeting. But, I'm the only one that could make it today." They both sighed at the same time, then they laughed. "Since you're here anyway, do you wanna come in?" She asked.

"Sure." Rin stepped out of the doorway, and Allen walked in. They both sat on top of desks, and made themselves comfortable.

"Since the second story, where all the club rooms are, is closed because our principle... well... he... um... ur... destroyed it." Allen was taken aback. 'What kind of principle would destroy part of the school?'

"How?"

"He made a robot... and it malfunctioned."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But he's still really nice. The repairs will be finished by tomorrow."

"That's good."

"And the rest of my club members should be here too."

"Are you the president?"

"No, but I'm vice."

"What does your club do?"

"We're the party club. We plan all the school events."

"That sounds fun."

"Do you wanna join?"

"Are you sure?" Allen asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well... It's just..." Allen hesitated. She had never really had anyone to talk to, so she had never really had any practice talking to anyone. "That people generally don't like me because... I'm different."

"How are you different? You seem normal to me. And being different isn't a real reason not to like someone."

"Yeah, I know. I used to get teased a lot because I have a boy's name. Also, because of my hair color, my scar, and my left arm."

"What's wrong with your arm?" Rin asked. Allen pulled off her glove to reveal the blood red hand that had a green glowing cross embedded in it. Rin's eyes showed, only for a second, fear and shock. Then she composed herself and said something Allen would never forget.

"Who cares." That had left an imprint on Allen. She didn't know what had caused her to feel safe with Rin, but for the first time... Allen felt she had a real friend.

MA: Please R&R! Tell me what you think, and I promise, all the unexplained things will be explained in the story, but if you have any questions, I will happily answer them!