Impossibility #1: Allen's Disappearance

Kanda was irritated. That much was something that even an idiot could tell. It was evident in every step that he took, heavy and purposeful, it dripped from him slowly and thickly, a viscous magma boiling just below his skin.

There were several causes for his irritation. The first was his natural pre-disposition towards the feeling; the second was his coffee machine breaking in the morning; and the third was the news of Allen Walker's disappearance. One of these was more serious than the others and affected most workers at the Black Order Supernatural Investigative Agency (just shortened to the Black Order, because that was all anyone was bothered to say).

After the disaster with his coffee machine (which now lay in a hole in his back garden after a fit of frustration), Kanda had been less than pleased to receive a frantic phone call from the agency headquarters, demanding that he come in and help find Allen, this was partially due to the fact that he hated Allen, slightly due to the fact that he was convinced it was a joke and mostly due to the fact that he had been planning on buying a new coffee machine instead.

Allen was a keen worker of the agency, one who most of his co-workers loved. A pleasant smile always plastered itself to his face and people felt comforted in his presence, as though they were in the audience of a gentle god. He could calm anyone down with a simple glance in their direction: that was what most would say if asked what they liked most about Allen Walker. Kanda disagreed with all of it and found their hyperbole tiresome.

As far as anyone could tell, he had gone missing at some point between Friday evening and Monday morning. He had left work at five pm on Friday only to never arrive back on Monday. His absence was noticed immediately as Allen loved his job and had yet to miss a day (Kanda felt that Allen loved his job a bit too much and made sure that Allen knew it). Lenalee had been the one to go over to his house after becoming concerned when he failed to answer the phone the sixteen times they had tried to get in contact with him. There had been no one there.

Nothing was suspicious in the house. There were no great signs that gave any clues of why Allen left. It was clean; clothes carefully hanging from hangers in his wardrobe, only one casual outfit where the rest were work uniforms; books lined the shelves neatly; a freshly stocked kitchen so packed with food that no one would think that Allen lived alone. The only signs that something was amiss were an open window on the first floor, and a wall smashed inwards on the ground. The front door had been locked when Lenalee had arrived as had the back door when she checked that, the only way Lenalee had gotten in was through her strong kick, which had caved in the door like it was Styrofoam.

Half an hour later, these facts were known to the entire Black Order, which led to Kanda's current predicament wherein he was standing in front of Allen's house ready to investigate for clues. He blinked tiredly at the sight of the mess in front of him. The front door that Lenalee had kicked half was lying broken in the doorway, split cleanly in half, making the house stand out compared to the rest of the orderly neighbourhood.

Stepping over the broken halves of the door carefully, Kanda inspected the house carefully.

In the living room there was a newspaper from Saturday open on the coffee table, a half full mug of - now rather rancid looking – tea sat on a coaster next to it, and a plate that only held crumbs perched precariously atop a book.

Filing away the information, Kanda checked the rest of the house. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else that he could see that would be useful, definitely no convenient note explaining everything, which would have made Kanda's life a while lot easier. He did note, however, the lack of photos anywhere in the house, although he wasn't sure what it meant. It was strange, Kanda thought, that Allen went on about that Mana guy a lot, but he didn't seem to have photos of him either, especially for a person as sentimental as Allen. He decided not to dwell on it too much because Allen's softness pissed him off even when he was just remembering it.

He searched the house for an hour before deciding that it would be futile to try to find any more clues there. As much as he hated to admit it, Allen wasn't the type to be careless enough to leave a trail when he clearly didn't want to be found, besides, Kanda was not a detective, and he was definitely not getting paid enough to do this so he didn't want to linger. With this in mind, Kanda brushed past two Black Order members who were standing next to the broken door, looking rather confused at the whole situation (in all fairness, they looked confused in a lot of situations so it wasn't much of a change).

Leaving the house, he noticed Lenalee and Lavi standing in the front garden talking to each other, worry clear on their faces despite Lavi's hollow smile. Spotting him, they rushed over, crowding him with a suffocating concern.

"Did you see anything?" Lenalee asked, clasping her hands together as though in prayer.

"Nothing," Kanda grunted shortly, trying to move past them only for them to block him.

"You couldn't see anything at all?" Lavi asked, confused.

Kanda stopped, sighed at the stupidity of the question, before growling, "No. Nothing."

"So we're no better off than we were before," Lavi mused, "Dammit Allen! Why do you have to be so good at worrying us?" He cried in exasperation, tugging at his flaming hair (metaphorically, although Kanda was tempted to make it literal if Lavi didn't let him past in the next five minutes).

"He left on Saturday." Kanda scowled, "He left in a hurry, he wasn't expecting to go either. He should still be in the country. I don't think he'll leave. At least, not for a while." He added, "I didn't need to see anything to be able to tell you that."

"How did you know that?" Lenalee asked, a puzzled expression pulling at her dainty features.

"It was obvious. He was clearly attacked, judging by the fucking dent in his wall, and, if so, then they're probably still after him which means he can't use his passport or cards to leave the country or he would be leaving a trail. He could still leave the country, but he would need fake papers and those take a while to get, meaning he's stuck here for the time being. There's a newspaper on his table in the living room from Saturday." Kanda explained in an irritated rush, glaring at his friends disdainfully, "It's stuff even you could have figured out, if you hadn't been too busy moping out here to go check the Beansprout's house yourself." He directed this to Lavi, who looked away, his face blank.

"If you didn't know that, then you should fire the fucking idiots who were supposed to be in charge of this investigation in the first place." He scowled again, furrowing his eyebrows to the point where it looked uncomfortable.

Lenalee swallowed, a troubled look crossing her face briefly before returning to that persistent worry, "Who do you think was chasing him?" She asked following a moment of silence.

"How the hell should I know," Kanda said flatly, his face betraying no emotion as he pushed past the two firmly, not allowing them to block his path again (luckily for Lavi, as Kanda may have punched him if he had done so again).

Lavi and Lenalee stared after him in silence, the house a looming presence behind them. They stayed like that until they could no longer see Kanda anymore, watching him climb into his car and drive back to headquarters.

"Kanda's pretty upset." Lavi murmured thoughtfully once he was sure that Kanda was completely gone. A smile ghosted his face, "See? I told you him and Allen were actually friends."

"Do-" Lenalee gasped out, her eyes bright with unshed tears which she had admirably managed to hold back until this point, "Do you think he's alright?"

"Yeah. He's going to be fine." Lavi said, grabbing Lenalee's hand and squeezing it comfortingly.

Lenalee nodded, looking relieved, as though Lavi's words were infallible. "I'm glad." She choked out. Her eyes filled with tears that she could no longer hold back and they dripped down her face in thick streams, her face flushed with sadness, "I'm so glad." She repeated, collapsing to the ground on her knees, clutching her hands to her chest like she was in pain.

"Hey," Lavi fretted, clutching her shoulders gently, "Are you alright, Lenalee? Everything's going to be fine." He continued to reassure her, trying to wipe away her tears.

Both of the Black Order members who had been standing by the entrance of Allen's house the whole time, caught sight of Lenalee's crying and rushed over looking comically uncertain about how to react. Lavi shrugged them off, pulling Lenalee up himself, "Go back to the house and check it over again, you might have missed something," he said not looking at either of the men, "I'm going to take Lenalee to Komui." He walked over to his own car with Lenalee to follow after Kanda back to headquarters.

The two men nodded returning to their work with doubt in their eyes.


It had really seemed to be an impossibility that Allen would disappear, he loved his job, he loved his friends, he loved- well, everything. His job could be dangerous, that was true, but he would have fought back if it had been anything supernatural, and he hadn't, he'd run.

Allen knew that his friends would be thinking this - trying to solve a puzzle they didn't have all the pieces to - and he regretted not being able to at least say a goodbye to them, to explain himself or apologise.

Ultimately, it was for the better, he pondered, huddling closer to the brick wall the random building he was sitting against. He must have looked homeless to the people who passed by, with his filthy clothes, torn where they had caught on bushes, and twigs in his hair. He supposed he was now. After all, he couldn't go home, that would be a stupid move, he would just have to keep walking forward, he decided, as though there was any chance he would have chosen otherwise.

Picking himself up, Allen stumbled to the closest shady pub he could find so he could win some money for breakfast. In the back of his mind, he almost wished that his friends would find him, but then he remembered why he had to leave in the first place and began to hope that they didn't.

He stopped worrying about it when his head started to throb.


Ok. This is slightly edited, you probably won't even notice it.

Obligatory Disclaimer: If I owned D Gray Man you would know, but I am not Japanese, and I have no artistic skills, so that would be the real impossibility here. However, we do have similar update schedules, and by that I mean: radio silence for several years just to pop out with content when you least expect it.