Disclaimer: I do not own D.Gray Man.

A.Apple

"Who do you like, Linaly?"asks Allen out of the blue at the dinner table,

You pause, twirling a fork. The rest of us wait in tense silence. I suddenly feel a little, a little queasy. Why do I feel this way?

"Well, he has red hair," you murmur.

"What shade?" asks Allen, leaning in. "Red as an apple?"

"Oh, no," you laugh, and my stomach tightens."More of a maroon shade."

"You mean..."

Suddenly everyone in the cafeteria is staring at me.

"RABI?!"

You chuckle very softly and nod, staring at the floor.

And at that moment, I do not need a mirror to see that I am as red as an apple.