Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man, although I wish I did.
AN: This is gonna be three chapter's max.
~Tyki, he is, well, was the center of my universe. That is until I found out the bastard was cheating on me with my boss. I quit that stupid journalism shit anyways.
Now I was living with my friend, Lavi, who decided after two days of me drowning my sorrows with cheap beer that it was time for me to move on. So, the jerk stuck me in a room with a crap computer, tons of paper and pencils, and locked it, tight. I banged at the door and demanded my freedom, but to no avail.
After about two, three, eighteen hours of this I finally gave up and flopped onto the floor in front of the computer (no desk) and started typing this, a journal. It may seem unmanly, but I am gay after all…~
Allen sighed and looked at what he had typed on the computer. Then he added, 'I'm just not sure what I'm going to do without Tyki.' He saved it and exited out of the document.
"Allen!" Lavi yelled through the locked door, "You had better be doing something productive on that computer!"
"Shut up, Lavi!" Allen shouted. "Maybe I'll tell you if you give me a goddamned beer!"
"Hell no! I'd rather not know!" and with that, Lavi walked away.
"Asshole," Allen growled turning back to the computer. 'What should I do with this hunk of junk?' he thought clicking on the internet browser.
The Google search engine was the home page and Allen randomly searched instruments. There were two websites then a link that said Google images for "instruments." Allen clicked on that and scrolled through pictures of tubas, flutes, trumpets, guitars, xylophones, and other's. He was just about to give up and go onto Facebook (which he had been avoiding) when he saw a picture of the instrument he happened to play. The piano. 'Hmm, I haven't played in awhile, maybe I should ask Lavi if he'll let me use his for a minute.' Allen thought.
He stood and walked over to the door, "Lavi?" he called through it.
"I'm not giving you beer, Allen!" he yelled from the living room.
"No, no, that's not what I meant." 'Although it would be nice,' he added as an after thought. "I was wondering if you'd let me play the piano for a second."
Allen could practically hear his friend's eyebrows go up. "You want to what?" he asked.
"Play the piano for a minute, this dinosaur of a computer has nothing to do and there's no way in hell I'm going to continue journalism."
Allen heard Lavi stand and walk to the door. He stepped back and the door swung open to reveal a baffled looking Lavi. "You want-to play the piano?" he said slowly.
Allen nodded, "I haven't played in awhile, maybe it'll help me take my mind off of Tyki." he said clenching and unclenching his hands.
Lavi sighed, "Okay, but no whacking me upside the head and taking off with my money so you can get drunk." he said stepping aside, letting me pass. "I'm not in the mood to be unconscious at the moment."
Allen rolled his eyes, "I'm not an alcoholic." 'Yet,' he added in his mind. He walked forward, passing Lavi and continued to the living room where the piano was located. He sat on the bench after pulling it out and lifted the key cover to reveal the porcelain white and midnight black keys. 'It's been a long time,' Allen thought smiling softly.
He set his long languid fingers on the keys and started playing the lullaby his late uncle had taught his so long ago. The melody curled and formed the base for the lyrics that Allen was just starting to sing, "Soshite bouyaha nemurini tsuite ikiz uku haino nakane hono o hitotsu, futasuto…"
'I haven't heard him sing in a long time,' Lavi thought sadly. 'Ever since he got together with Tyki in fact.' he blinked. 'Damn him!'
Allen stopped to find Lavi fuming, "What's wrong?" he asked one hand resting on the keys.
"Allen, when and why did you stop playing the piano?" Lavi asked gritting his teeth.
"Hmmm, Tyki said it was annoying…" he trailed off. "And that it sounded sickening," he added in a whisper.
"That lying bastard!" Lavi shouted slamming a fist onto the counter. "Allen you sound great, maybe you should build on it."
"I-I don't know," Allen stuttered. "I've composed a couple of songs, but they're at Tyki's still."
"I'll get 'em. In the meantime you warm up," Lavi said grabbing his coat and walking briskly out the door.
Allen looked after him, eyes wide and mouth agape. His phone went off in his pocket and he flipped it open, 'I'm going to call record company's on the way….and no booze!' it read.
'What?' he texted back. 'I'm not going to a record company! You're crazy!'
'Am not,'
Allen sighed and threw his phone against the wall. "I'm not doing this!" he shouted to no one.
Two weeks later he was in a recording studio. "How did I here?" Allen grumbled placing the earphones over his ears.
"Easy!" Lavi said through the microphone, "I drove you!"
Allen rolled his eyes and the recording lady came on pushing Lavi away from the microphone. "Start whenever your ready, the piano's on and raring to go." she said.
Allen looked to the electronic piano in front of him and thought, 'This is not a piano.' He set his fingers onto the keys and began playing a piece he had composed earlier that week. At the cue he opened his mouth and began softly singing the lyrics Lenalee helped him write.
On the other side of the plexi glass the recorder girl was gaping at Allen and Lavi was grinning. "He's great isn't he?" he said resting his cheek on his hand.
The girl nodded numbly, "Is he signal?"
Lavi laughed, "He's gay, hun." he said patting her back.
Her face fell, "Why are all the good ones gay?" she muttered testing one of the dials on her huge dash board. After awhile she sat back sighing, "There's nothing really to do, he sounds perfect. Want to set up a contract?"
"Allen!" Lavi grinned into the microphone. He stopped and looked at him. "We got a deal!"
Allen cracked a huge grin and punched the air with his fist. "That's awesome!" 'First try,' he thought.
"Where does he sign?" Lavi asked the girl.
"Hold on, I'll get the documents…" she said standing.
AN: There's the first chapter! Don't worry, fangirls, Yullen is coming soon…