Before you read...

Dear Readers,

I apologize for not yet finishing The True Blood-stained Black Rabbit. I am currently going through a case of writer's block, so I decided to publish this little fanfic in hopes of it helping to fix it. I will try to get back to the other and finish it when I can. For now I will be working on this one. I got the idea and decided it might be a fun way to get me interested in the characters once more. Not only that, but right now D. Gray-Man is starting to become as messed up as Pandora Hearts. So what would be more entertaining and insane than to bring the two of the most popular and mind-trippy manga together. Now then, for the fun to begin!

Sincerely,

TornPageDyedRed

Now enjoy the first chapter...

A soft thud and a cool blast of light was all it took. At once the familiar streets blurred out, replaced by dull brick walls enclosing him. The boy with white hair looked around, shocked out of his mind. Ahead of him was a group of people wearing red cloaks. Before he could say anything a hand reached out of the shadows, dragging him out of view with a simple "Eek".

The boy's body grew rigid until he recognized the glasses face.

"Johnny… where are we? And what are you doing here?"

Johnny smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"I don't know. And as for why I am here, I sort of followed you when you ran after the person who took Timcampy. I didn't want you to get shocked after all, Allen," Johnny spoke quietly.

Both Allen and Johnny stiffened as steps sounded and the red cloaks went past them, disappearing up the passage. Allen released the breathe he held as they went unnoticed. Just then they heard a young sounding voice sound from the opposite direction from where the red cloaks disappeared.

"Alice is gone… Gil is back to his normal master… things are truly back to how they were meant to be…"

Allen and Johnny both looked at each other and down the passage where the voice came from.

"That sounded like a boy Allen… should we help?" Johnny asked quickly.

"Hmm… I am not sure if we should or will be able to… but I guess it is worth a look…" Allen said after a few minutes of thinking. With slow movements, Allen going first, both boys exited their hiding places. Now that Allen got a better look at it, it appeared to be some kind of prison. It took a slight push from Johnny to get him to continue moving as he wandered down the hall. Most of the cells were completely empty, as though they have never been use, but there were ominous-looking blood-stains to suggest otherwise.

As they neared the cell the people in red cloaks were standing at earlier, the sound of labored breathing reached their ears. At once all of Allen's uncertainty vanished as he sped up to the point where he was running, before stopping in front of the cell. Inside a boy with messy and dirty blonde hair laid on the floor. His hands were bound behind his back, his white dress shirt stained with blood that continued to flow from his side. On the ground around him was an odd seal, branches rising from the four corners and connecting to stones. The only visible movement from him was the weak rise and fall of his chest. His emerald eyes appearing glazed from pain or coming death, whichever one it was, they couldn't tell.

"Hey!" Allen yelled, running to the bars. Yet his movements were soon stopped by a shock from the handcuff that was stuck around his wrist. Falling over from the electricity, Allen landed on top of Johnny. Johnny groaned as Allen got off. As Allen regained his footing, he couldn't help, but sigh.

"This is getting really old. Did you seriously lose the key?"

"Y-yeah…"

With another sigh, Allen returned his attention to the boy. The boy had managed to look up at Allen through the matted locks of golden hair, but his gaze was vacant and held nothing.

"Are you okay!?" Johnny called to the boy, yet the boy merely stared back. Yet that hard and broken stare suddenly seemed to change, morphing into a calmer expression. Still, in the green depths, it appeared almost sinister.

"No. It would appear I am not. Would you mind helping me out?" the boy called back, his voice as smooth and sweet as milk and honey.

"I… don't know…"