Right this is my first D-grayman fic, I know the first chapter is short but its just to get the ball rolling a bit. I'm trying a new writing style so any reviews and feedback helps! I'll update as much as possible and I hope you like the story!

I do not own !

It had only been a few days since Allen had taken control of the white arc and restored it. He was supposedly a player, though he wasn't too sure what that exactly meant. He had never touched a piano before in his life, so how he could flawlessly preform such a melody was beyond him.

Throwing some water onto his face Allen got lost in thought as if it was a dense fog. Due to suspicion from central, about his abilities to control the ark, his freedom within the order had become limited. Though he understood, to some extent. They were just being cautious, with the war going the way it was and with the power of the Earl growing, it paid to be careful. War was never kind.

Though Allen couldn't help but feel slightly frustrated with his situation, wishing they would be a bit more trusting. With a sigh the boy looked at himself in the mirror and sighed as if he had just stood in a mudded puddle. Along with his own appearance, a black shadow loomed over his reflection. It had stuck with him since the ark and it creeped him out.

Every time he looked at it Allen swore his head began to throb just a little. Turning from its creepy smile Allen leaned back against the sink and held a hand to his head. He had been getting constant headaches and was having trouble concentrating on even the simplest tasks, such as reading. He even found himself forgetting words he swore he knew.

Come to think of it since the shadow had appeared Allen was struggling to remember even recent events. The piano room was clear but before that? Were they fighting Noah? What…what country had they been in? Wait…who had they been looking …

A loud knock on the door dragged him from his thought.

"ALLEN! ALLEN-KUN COME ON ITS TIME FOR FOOD!"

Any worry that was on Allen's mind quickly vanished. Any mention of food was always powerful enough to lighten his mood.

"Just a second!"

Throwing on a fresh t-shirt Allen left his bathroom and quickly opened his door. Standing there was Lavi, with his signature grin.

"Lenalee has gotten the nurses to agree to her joining us, they're going to bring her down in a wheel chair."

"Okay, sounds good."

Allen quickly feel in step with Lavi. He had been worried about Lenalee, who was still struggling with the use of her legs. She could walk for a few steps but then her legs would give out and go from under her. Though she had been making steady progress and everyone hoped that she would be back to herself within a few weeks.

As they walked through the halls Allen couldn't help but catch one or two conversations. Word had gotten around about his new found ability, so he knew that people were going to talk. They were gossiping like old ladies in a hair salon. Though he would like to believe that they weren't speculating, he wasn't that naïve though.

His attention was back onto the thoughts of food when they walked through the dining halls doors.

Joining the queue Allen couldn't help but day dream about the food he was going to get. In fact he got so lost in thought that he didn't realise that it was his turn to order until a tap came to his shoulder.

"Huh what?"

Lavi couldn't help but chuckle at his friend, "Allen it's time to order."

"Oh right."

Turning to the window a big grin adorned the boy's face as he began to list out everything that he wanted. Everyone was well used to the sheer amount that he ate so nobody was surprised when he listed off enough food to feed ten.

"Coming right up Allen~"

"Thank you…..eh…."

What was his name again? Trying to catch the thought was like trying to catch a helium balloon that had slipped from your grip and was quickly rising into the sky.

Lavi looked at Allen sceptically before offering help, "Jerry…."

"Yes, I apologise. Thank you Jerry."

The cook hadn't noticed Allens lapse of memory as he had already rushed off to prepare Allens food. They must have it precooked in anticipation for his order because about fifteen minutes later both himself and Lavi were seated next to Kanda who didn't even spare them a glare.

"You okay buddy, you seem spaced lately."

With a mouth full of dango Allen nodded. "Yea…sh…so..wi…..," he swallowed, "I'm fine Lavi, there's no need to worry."

With that Lenalee joined them, sitting at the end of the bench with her own food.

"The head nurse said I should be mobile within a few more weeks if I keep at the physiotherapy. Bookman has been lending a hand too whenever he can."

The friends chatted idealy as they ate, well apart from Kanda, though Allen was finished within thirteen minutes.

Lenalee stared "Allen that has got to be a record."

"Yeah man the speed is almost disgusting."

"Can't help it the food is just sooooooo good!"

"Hey Allen?" He looked to Lenalee, "How's Cross?"

Allen stared, the way one stares at a word they think they've misspelled.

Cross…..? Like a crucifix? Why…..why would she ask such a strange question.

Allen opened his mouth to answer but let out a sharp gasp instead. He clutched his head as a stabbing pain sent shock waves through his body, before blacking out.

His eyes fluttered open slowly as they adjust to the light. Slowly sitting up he hissed at the pain in his head. It felt like it was going to split open. Groaning he covered his face with his good hand, trying to keep out any light in a weak effort to curb the headache.

"Allen!"

Slowly opening his eyes again he looked towards the girl who spoke.

"Oh Allen thank god you're alright, you scared us!"

"Allen….," he scoffed "Do I look like that bloody mutt to you?!"