Hey guys, Yuki here with a new story!! Warning: AU and OOC. It's gonna have three maybe four parts to it, so expect more :D Lemme give you some b/g information: The Black Order is a university. Lavi and Kanda are in their second year, Lenalee and Allen are in their first. Lenalee knows the university well though because she stayed there with her brother (Komui) who is a teacher. Cross (Allen's guardian) lectures there occasionally which is why Allen is attending it.
Now, please enjoy!!
Oh yeah, disclaimer: do not own DGM or any characters, all belongs to Yoshino-sensei ;-;

Library

His name is Allen Walker. He's here because his guardian, Marian Cross, is a teacher and lectures here occasionally. He's here on a scholarship, but works in the library after hours to get some money. His real father, Mana Walker, died a few years back, and no-one's quite sure how Cross-sensei became his guardian. He's generally a nice quiet kid who's known for eating a lot and being quite naive. He is generally liked by everyone, except for Kanda, who apparently had an argument with him as soon as he arrived. Lee-sensei is especially interested in him, though most people think that's because of his closeness with Lenalee-san. He is rumoured to have a thing for her, which is mutual, but nobody expects that to go anywhere because of Komui. In other words he is unattached. I still couldn't tell you what attracted me to him but something did. From the first day I saw him in the library I wanted to know him [/knew I wanted him].
At first, just sitting in the library studying or reading, just being near him was okay, but soon I wanted more. I wanted to know him. I wanted to talk to him and be with him and-but let's not go there [A/N: heh heh]. But I couldn't do it. I mean, how do you go up to someone who's never talked to you and become...someone who means something? I don't know. So I just sit there, day after day, watching him. And the one day, he comes over and talks to me. Nothing more, just talking. And, to my great surprise, it wasn't awkward. It was...easy. Easy to talk and easy to forget what Bookman had said and become close to the kid. So close that...

I kid. We're not that close. But it is good enough for me. We talk, regularly, about school and stuff, and, on occasion, he'll tell me about his past with Mana. He hasn't asked me about my past and I'm glad, because I can't tell him. I think that when we come here we lose our pasts and become new people, tied to this place for some reason and I am...almost proud of him for having memories that strong when I...
Everything I learn makes me want him more, and sometimes I wonder if he can see that. If he does, he doesn't let anything on. I don't mind though, because I know this is more than I could have expected and I'm happy with it. I'm happy with friendship. Or so I tell myself.
I didn't think for a second it could possibly mean any more to him than friendship, so when, as we got ready to leave, he shyly asked if I would come back to his room with him, I was slightly stumped. When I hesitated, just for a second as I questioned what was going on, he looked crushed. The disappointment was so visible on his face I agreed before I could think of the consequences. The pain, so visible on his face, makes me feel as if I am hurting because he is. "Yes, of course!" I say quickly, and he smiles shyly, and for a second I feel as if I could grab him and-stop there, brain [A/N: heh heh heh]. So instead I reach for a door handle, but before I can open it there is the sound of footsteps. Allen looks through the window quickly, then grabs my wrist [/hand] and drags me behind a bookcase. I try not to think about how his touch is affecting me, and instead wonder why we are hiding, and why he looks so scared. The door opens; a voice calls "Allen?" then waits a few seconds. When there is no reply the door shuts again, and Allen peeps out from behind the bookshelf. I notice he still hasn't let go of my wrist [/hand]. I start to ask a question but he puts a finger to his lips and quietly walks to the door and checks the window. He beckons to me, and when we're outside the library and the door locked I ask him why we were hiding. He is silent for a few seconds then says "Let's just say that was one experience I'd rather miss." He looks around for a few seconds, then, satisfied I presume that no-one was around mutters "come on, let's go".