~Matchmaker~
A/N: My first-ever Yullen fic, so maybe go a bit easy on the comments? Constructive critisism is welcomed. I might need a beta, so if anyone wants to...feel free, I guess? This will probably mostly consist of fluff and crack...and other stuff. Maybe a lemon if I...really tried. Anyway, on with the summary: Lavi sees that there just may be a chance that Allen and Kanda may be together, and decides to help in the process, because he's nice like that. Or is it because that he just had nothing else better to do?
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN D-GRAY MAN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing this.
Chapter One:
It was a typical day for the white-haired Exorcist, otherwise known as Allen Walker or "bean sprout", though he'd rather if you didn't call him that. Sure, he was vertically challenged, just a bit, but did that mean that everyone (apparently the word "everyone" only consisted of two people in Allen's vocabulary) had to call him bean sprout? This was exactly what Allen thought as he sat in his seat at the cafeteria, pausing in mid-bite, a certain Japanese and "I-only-eat-soba" someone standing behind him, leering.
Sure enough, there stood Kanda Yuu, holding a small tray of-you guessed it-soba. "I see your manners aren't any better than your height, bean sprout." Bean sprout, bean sprout, bean sprout, bean sprout…What the fuck? Didn't it occur to that stupid long-haired, girly man that his name was Allen? How hard was it to pronounce a two-syllable name?
"What do you mean?" asked Allen through a mouth full of food(which ended up sounding more like "wot do youf meaph?"), scowling. Or at least as close as you could get to a scowl with your mouth stuffed with chicken, mashed potatoes, cake, and noodles all at the same time.
Kanda didn't even bother to hide a look of utter disdain as he saw the contents of Allen's mouth when he spoke. "Don't talk when your mouth is full, bean sprout. Who'd you learn your manners from?"
Before Allen could reply with a sharp retort, another voice interrupted him, soft, kind, and with a hint of amusement in it. "Ignore Kanda, Allen." Lenalee smiled, though it did nothing to relieve Allen's anger. He wanted to vent it out on something, but couldn't, so Allen just continuously stuffed his face with food in a ill-tempered manner. "And Kanda, what's the point of purposely provoking Allen, anyway?"
Because that his back was turned towards Lenalee and Kanda, Allen didn't see the scowl plastered on Kanda's face. Biting back laughter, Lenalee watched Kanda walk over at the end of the table, sitting by himself. "Hey, Allen," Lenalee said, taking her seat right next to the white-haired Exorcist.
There was a short silence. "Look, Allen, Kanda just got back from a mission, so he's just in a sour mood."
Allen swallowed before speaking clearly (perhaps some of Kanda's words of wisdom have actually gotten through to him--Ugh. Just thinking of that Exorcist made Allen's blood boil.), "I don't care about what BaKanda says."
Without waiting for the Chinese Exorcist's reply, Allen dug into the next part of his meal: chicken noodle soup (Jerry's special recipe, too!), so he didn't catch a rather humorous look pass on Lenalee's soft Asian features. "If you say so, Allen…" The two ate silently for a while before Lenalee stood up and said that she was done eating. Allen, on the other hand, was far from done.
Maybe eating was something that calmed him down, though whatever the reason was, the white-haired teen felt much more content as he leaned back in his chair, albeit too lazy to carry the dirty dishes back just yet. There were less people in the cafeteria now; it was getting late. Dark grey clouds silhouetted against the pale moon, indicating the late hour. Allen checked the pocket watch that he carried around. The longer golden hand pointed at the number nine, whereas the shorter one was directed towards the number six. "Nine thirty-five…" Allen yawned hugely. It hadn't been too long since his last mission, and his wounds were still healing now, draining most of his energy.
After carrying back the dishes to Jerry ("Thank you, dear~"), Allen started on his way back to his room, a bit irked at Kanda's words again, now that he wasn't in the presence of food. He didn't understand why Kanda's words had pierced him so badly, but Allen merely dismissed this little concern. He felt a bit disoriented, and decided that he'd go to sleep as soon as he entered his room. Thinking about Kanda too much was definitely not a good thing.
Too bad that comfort wouldn't come in a little while. Allen, completely preoccupied with random thoughts, bumped into the small figure of Johnny. His round glasses were a bit lopsided as the stack of papers he was holding moments before fell all around. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Johnny!" Allen apologized, helping the scientist up onto his feet.
Dusting himself off and putting his glasses back into place, Johnny shook his head, "It's okay, Allen. Though could you help me gather the documents?"
"Sure."
Allen scrambled around to pick up the things he had caused Johnny to drop. Luckily there weren't many people lurking in the corridors at this hour, so they weren't blocking anyone's way. In the midst of the pile of documents, Allen's attention was caught by a black envelope, looking quite suspicious. Hand reaching for the oddly colored envelope, Allen picked it up and opened it. Inside were strange looking files titled "Experiments". Curiosity spiked. Allen took out one sheet of the many documents in the envelope and read it silently.
"December 25th, 1985," said the date on the paper. Allen continued reading, eyes pausing on a image. It was a picture of a rather hectic scene in…the cafeteria, it seemed, with party streamers and brightly colored decorations all about with members of the Science Department, Finders, and Exorcists, looking like they were having a good time. Allen could identify Komui and Jerry standing together, arms around each other's shoulders, doing what looked like singing. Drunk singing. Yes, Allen could tell that everyone in this picture appeared to be drunk. Extremely drunk.
"I decided to test out the level of alcohol tolerance of Kanda Yuu, a fellow Exorcist of nineteen," Allen read out loud in his mind, and his curiosity increased by ten-fold. "Below is the picture (that had been saved from Kanda's rampage the following day) of him when--"
"Oh, Allen, you wouldn't want to read that," Johnny grabbed the envelope and paper out of Allen's hands, a nervous look on his face. It took a few seconds for Allen to realize that his hands were empty. "Well, I think that's all of it, thanks for your help!"
In a desperate attempt to lay his hands on the document once again, Allen called out, "Hey, Johnny, why don't I help you carry them? That seems like a heavy load you're carrying there."
With much hesitancy and reluctance, Johnny allowed Allen to hold one stack of the documents, though making sure that the black envelope was in his own stack.
Allen frowned slightly as he walked down the hallway, nearing the library. He really, really wanted to know what exactly Kanda did on that day. Maybe he could steal it…? Nah, that wouldn't work… "Say, why are we going to the library? I thought the Science Department was the other way."
Johnny grimaced, as if remembering something he'd rather not recall. "Uhh…it's a long story, but what ended up happening was that the Science Department level was completely…flooded," Johnny smiled awkwardly, "so as a temporary location, we're taking refuge in the library. Besides, no one ever goes in there anyway. Well, besides Bookman and Lavi."
Allen nodded nonchalantly, mind still on the document. He definitely, absolutely, positively HAD to see the rest of it.
A/N: So, how was it? Good? Bad? Horrible beyond words? PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PUT DOWN YOUR THOUGHTS IN THE REVIEWS! I'm not too good at humor, so bear with me here. There isn't anything going on at the moment...sorry, haha. The action shall begin in the next chapter! I only decided to put one chapter down because I don't know if people will actually read the crap I write. R&R plz.