Hey, it's my first fanfic in all its glory… I know it's a bit short, but it's just a little pre-story chapter :X

Hope you enjoy, and comment pls! ^-^"

(Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man blah, blah, blah…but I wish I did ;-;)

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December 25th, 1890, Morning.

It was a cloudy morning. He could see his breath; the cold winter air stung harshly against his face, as he stood stiffly in wait.

After the suicide of his mother, the mother he never knew...He was meeting his little brother for the first time. The little brother he didn't know he had...until now.

But he didn't care…right?

Mana sighed, waiting silently…alone, beside his family's house. It wasn't so big, nor so small, but it was noticeably old.
His adopted family, the only family he's ever known, the family had adopted him as an infant. They already had two children, yet took him in anyways out of pity. It was a happy and carefree life; he knew very well that being adopted was a lot better than staying in that kind of nobility.

But that was a long time ago, Mana was now nineteen, and was finally starting a carrier in carpentry.

A single horse wooden carriage pulled up beside him. Mana had expected a much fancier carriage…but guessed that the nobility didn't want to attract any attention. They fear people would find out the truth and shame of what had happened.

'How cruel that bunch of social class crazy psychopaths are.' Mana thought resentfully.

A young, skinny boy carrying a small suitcase, no more than the age of five, stepped out.
The first thing Mana noticed was the abnormal, bright, snow white hair.

'So…small!' he thought in shock.

"You must be Mana Walker," The driver asked Mana rather politely.

"Yes, that's me," Mana replied.

"Good…" The driver glanced around nervously, and then he leaned closer to Mana, whispering quietly into his ear, "Make sure the child's true identity never gets out. If it does I don't know what the family is going to do with you…be carefull."

With the warning said, the driver quickly steered away, leaving Mana alone with the young child before him.

Mana stared in to those blank, silver eyes. He seemed like one of those overly mature children that the nobles bought up…rather he was one.
But as he peered deeper…he noticed a dark loneliness...as if it never existed at all.

I was told that mom had a mental disorder, Mana thought discretely, but what the hell did she do to his kid?

"Ah…um…good morning…" The boy spoke rather timidly, looking downwards.

Mana sighed,' this kid is sure depressing.' Mana disliked sadness very, very much; it's the way his brain functioned.

Mana bent down and leaned closer to the child. "I'm Mana Walker," He said, and asked gently, "What's your name?"

"I'm…" the boy paused; his eyes darted to the floor, trying to find an answer. Mana tapped the child's forehead in annoyance.

"Don't be afraid to look up when you're talking."

The surprised child stared bewilderedly at him. Mana glanced at the scar across the boy's left eye.
The cut was still red, but noticeably clean. With a star upon the child's forehead, leading to a cross upon his cheek, like the Japanese symbol of 'child'.

"Did mom do that to you?" Mana said gesturing towards the scar, suddenly remembering an old song verse, passed down through mother's family.
'The child, silver eyes sparkling beneath the star…' or something close to that…he couldn't remember that well.

The boy still stared at him, but with sadness displayed more clearly in his eyes. He somewhat nodded.

Feeling more irritated, Mana pushed the child's head down, giving up on trying to get the boy to speak.

"Forget about looking up when you're talking! You can't even reply!"

"Please…" The child murmured very softly. Mana pulled his hand back from the boy's head. The child looked up, with what looked like tenderness in his eyes, "Please call me Allen, Allen Walker."

Mana stared at Allen, and placed his head upon his hand.

"Allen isn't your real name is it?"

Allen froze, and started to blush nervously… telling Mana that he was right.

Mana sighed, and smiled warmly, "It's fine…you don't have to worry."

"Nice to meet you, Allen."

Snow began silently falling around the two.

Allen sneezed suddenly.

Mana looked at the child's well tailored, but thin clothes, "Lets get inside before you catch a cold…"

Mana took the small suitcase from the boy's freezing hands, as they made their way toward the front door.

"I'll be taking care of you most of the time 'cause mom and dad tend to travel lots, I'll introduce the family to you later." To his surprise, Mana turned his head and smiled warmly at the child.

The boy stared strangely at the smile. Without much thought, he clutched Mana's sleeve in his little hand, feeling strangely at peace.

Mana laughed silently to himself as they stepped into the warmth of the old, wooden house.

But he did care…maybe…

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I'd always imagine the 14th as a cute innocent child with short, spiky white hair and blank silver eyes…o.o

Mana: well I've got long, brown, curly hair.

Allen: We have opposite hairstyles…

Mana: *shrugs* I like my long hair.

Allen: runs into bathroom (suddenly reminded of Kanda…)