Shadow: Konnichiwa minna-san. I'm here to give you a special to celebrate Christmas and Allen Walker's birthday.

Allen: thank you shadow, but you don't really have to.

Shadow: none sense Allen, it's your birthday so it should be celebrated. I'm not the only one right everyone.

Lavi: shadow-chan is right Allen, it should be celebrated.

Leenalee: shadow-san is right Allen-kun, so we will have none of that attitude.

Kanda: stupid moyashi (Allen: it's Allen!) just shut up and accept it, or else they won't stop their annoying bitching.

Shadow/Lavi/Leenalee: that's right we won't stop our annoyi-HEY!

Allen: Mi…minna. *smiles adorably*

Shadow: ALLEN SO KAWAI! *jumps on Allen and hugs*

Allen: *choking*

Lavi/Lenalee: *sweatdrop*

Kanda: while the baka author is busy with the baka moyashi, we will get on with the story.

Allen: H…hel…p…Ge…t…he…r…o…ff

Lavi/Lenalee/Kanda: *ignore Allen* shadow-chan/san/baka author does NOT own D-gray man or us.

Allen: T…trai…to…rs… *passes out*


Sorrowful snow

My first memories aren't pleasant.

Pain, rejection, and loneliness

Were what made up those memories.

I was abandoned at birth.

Why you may ask?

The answer is my left arm.

My left arm is red as blood,

And with black nails.

This was only the start

Of my sorrowful life.

I was abandoned

In the cold streets of London,

In the harsh snow.

I grew up all alone,

With no one by my side.

I was rejected and hurt

By the people around me,

Called a demon and forsaken

All due to my arm.

I later became as cold

As the snow

That I was left to die in.

To the children

It represented joy and wonder.

To me

It represents my sorrow.

People call it snow,

I call it sorrowful snow.

For seven long years

I survived with my only companion,

The sorrowful snow.

then I met Mana.

Mana, was a special yet weird clown.

I met him one cold December day.

By then I was a worker in a circus,

But I was more like a slave.

Beaten when I did something wrong,

Or just to relieve their frustrations,

The latter always being the case.

My name was Red

Named after my arm.

Mana was a traveling clown,

Going from circus to circus,

With his trusting partner,

Allen the clown dog.

Allen was my first actual friend.

He was the first living being

To not reject me.

When Allen actually

Licked my left hand,

For the first time

In my seven yearlong hell,

I was happy.

That happiness however,

Didn't last long.

Allen was beaten to death,

Leaving me alone once again.

I then met Mana

For the first time

When he was burying Allen's body.

At first I didn't like him

But I eventually warmed up to him.

On December 25,

On Christmas of all days,

I was adopted by Mana

And became Allen Walker.

The sorrowful snow

Was present as well,

But very little of it.

For a time

It was only me and Mana,

The sorrowful snow

Appeared from time to time.

We traveled

From town to town,

From circus to circus.

My time with him

Is something

That I wouldn't trade for the world.

Even though I didn't know my birthday,

We celebrated it

On December 25,

The day Mana became my world.

My world however,

Eventually shattered.

On December 25,

The day I became 10 years old,

The day that marked 3 years of happiness,

Mana walker was hit

By a runaway carriage

And died,

His last words being

For me to keep on walking

Until my last breathe.

I never cried

As hard as I did

That dreadful day.

The sorrowful snow

Was there

In huge amounts.

To this day

I believe the snow

Was as huge

As the sorrow

I felt that day.

They gave him a grave

That I always went

And grieved

For the loss

Of my father.

It was always cold

Each time I went

To his grave,

With the sorrowful snow

By my side once again.

Then HE came.

The millennium earl appeared

And said he could bring Mana back,

All I had to do

Was call his name,

And so I did.

It ended

In tragedy

once again.

I turned Mana

Into a dreadful akuma

With the order

To kill me.

Mana cursed me

And even now

I believe

He had every right to.

My left arm

Became a claw

And killed Mana once again,

But not without leaving scars

Both physically and mentally.

Mana gave me a scar

On the left side of my face

Over my left eye

With the mark of the akuma.

That eye can change color

And allows me

To see the tortured souls

That resides within

Every akuma's body.

The shock

Of seeing Mana like that

And seeing him die again

Turned my hair white,

As white as the sorrowful snow.

I then later meet

General Marian Cross.

He told me about

Akuma, innocents,

Exorcists, and the millennium earl.

My left arm

Actually had innocent in it.

It's really ironic,

That something that protects others

Can hurt the wielder so much.

I then became his apprentice

And traveled with him

To learn how to

Become an exorcist.

To be honest

I don't think

It was worth it.

Shortly after I turned 15

He declared me good enough,

Told me to go to the order

With Timcampy as my guide,

And hit me over the head

With a hammer

And left me.

It was quite obvious

He didn't want to go back.

Now here I am

On my way to the black order.

What lies ahead?

I don't know.

Can I make friends

At long last?

I don't know either.

Will my comrades

Leave or betray me?

I don't know that one either.

Either way

There are two things

I am certain of.

I will fight

And free

The tortured souls

Of the pitiful akumas,

And without a doubt

The thing that will stay

Forever be by my side

Is my dear

Sorrowful snow.

Lavi: well that was depressing

Shadow: well Christmas is such a sad day for Allen, what do you expect.

Lavi: fair point.

Kanda: where is that baka moyashi anyway.

Allen: *still unconscious* it's Allen Bakanda.

Lenalee: *sweatdrop* even when one of you is unconscious you still fight?

Kanda: *vein pop*what was that baka moyashi?!

Lenalee: and why are you responding?!

Lavi: actually I think that it's better that Allen isn't awake, he would only become depress.

Allen: *waking up*

Shadow: he is waking up, okay guys at the count of 3, you too Kanda or no soba for you.

Kanda:*grumbles*

Allen: *wakes up* what happened?

Shadow:1…2…3

Shadow/Lavi/Lenalee/Kanda: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Allen: *teary eyes**smiles* thank you guys.

Shadow: KAWAI!*hugs Allen*

Allen: ca…can…'t…bre…a…th..

Shadow: *releases Allen* I hope you like this, and I apologize for my grammar mistakes. This takes place when Allen is on his way to the black order by the way.

Everyone: SAYOUNNARA AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!