Warnings: Yaoi-Fic( Later on...in future chapters.), Foul Language (Which will forever be deemed Kanda-language because I want to), Slight Christian Discrimination(in which as a fellow Christian too, am saying that this is for the story only and not to be taken seriously), Grammatical Errors (If this new Word 2007 stinks like the previous one), Alternate Universe (because I want my characters to experience the beauty of futuristic gadgets and stuff)and slow updates if the author is busy (Please, don't sue me)

Disclaimer: D Grayman is not owned by the writer of this fic. Although the writer of this fic is very excited about the news of the movement of the plot of the manga by the manga author Hoshino Katsura-san. Hurrah.

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Chapter 1

=Roomie=

There was that stinging pain again. It was happening in his left arm and head simultaneously. It was annoying. It was irritating. It hurt like hell. The pain was killing him. He tried to ignore it for a couple of times but found it a useless vigor. Finally giving up to the need of inspecting it, he opened his eyes to a whitened world, unfazed by the shadows he had seen throughout his short-lived life.

Is he dead? Was this heaven? Did he actually pass through those pearly gates even after all those sinful tricks he had played on people whenever he played poker?

Suddenly, a major concept popped out of his brain right then and there. He was free. Free from the treacheries that his teacher did to him and made him do to others. He felt his lips curve upward. "Damn it God, You're so merciful."

"You're cursing your 'god' at the same time you're fucking praising him?"

It was a reply. No, he thought glumly. This wasn't heaven. Heaven-people didn't criticize people for the way they tried to give thanks to the Lord. Heaven-people didn't say the 'f-word' to describe the verbal phrase after; at least, in his own understanding with his level of intelligence.

No. . .

He frowned and felt his eyes welling up with a sort of stinging wetness on the surface. "Damn it, I went to hell, didn't I?!"

"Shut up Idiot. You're not Dead yet!"

"T—then . . . Where am I?" he asked the mysterious voice as he couldn't see well due to the dwelling light. Unknowingly, he trusted the voice even though it was seriously mocking him and telling him how stupid he was before answering.

"Purgatory."

"I knew it—Ouch!" he snapped, fuelling another surge of pain in his left arm after moving a little as a reflex.

"Damn it, was your brain damaged when you suffered that head injury of yours?"

"Injury? How did I get here anyway? Where is here anyway? Did I cut myself again and go to--?"

"Fuck, you seriously have a suicidal reflex in you. For the betterment of my sanity as your unfortunate 'roomie', you're entrapped in a hospital room, twit."

"I'm...in a hospital." He sighed, at least this wasn't hell. His perception of hell would have been of a thousand copies of his master doing vices in front of him and throwing all sorts of debts at his face, mocking at his impudence as an apprentice for all eternity. Damn it, he cringed. He didn't want to go to hell version 2. He was barely surviving version 1, also known as Reality.

"Why can't I move?" he asked the mysterious 'roomie'.

A snort came out of the 'roomie' before answering. "How should I know? All I saw was that you were delivered into this room after a major operation on your face and upper body. I had to deal with your loud snores while you slept for three whole fucking days."

Well, that was...comforting to know. He just had a major operation done to his face and upper body which may have lead to short-term paralysis from the operation and the fact he was having a rebound of pain that moment. And he lost three whole days of work. Shit, now he couldn't pay the rent due tomo—no wait, 2 days ago.

" God, you hate me that much, don't You?"

" First you praise your 'god' and then you insult him. Are you Christians always this easy to change sides?"

" Mr. Mysterious Roomie," he had concluded, after listening to several insults, that the guy was definitely a guy. "What religion are you from?"

"...That's none of your damn business."

He smirked a little after learning a bit more of the guy he was 'fated' to be held up with for the remainder of his confinement. The guy was a man with a deep, sultry voice that had the tendency to insult you without leaving out cruelty in it. And he was no Christian like he, maybe an atheist perhaps?

" I'd like to see the face of my companion but unfortunately, the narcotics still have some effect on me so I guess a proper introduction would be in need."

" Che, a fucking gentleman."

He smiled a little. This guy was easy to piss off. And he was quick to deduce who he was with just a simple conversation. He was liking this guy more and more as much as he was curious as to Mr. Mysterious Roomie's identity.

"My name's Allen Walker. What's yours?"

There was a string of silence.

"Kanda. Just call me Kanda."

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Author's Note: Yo everyone, this is another idea that just popped out of my head after remembering the movie ' The Bucket List' .Although I saw it about two months ago...the idea came to me just now. Anyways, it's kinda short so...aww...so disappointing. Blame it on my brain and school exams starting tomorrow of this submitted date.

Also, other news: About my previous stories...I couldn't update them because I went and downloaded the latest Word program on my laptop and deleted the stupid Word program before this and the 2007 Word Version wouldn't read any of the data of the older Version so I couldn't write and rewrite them and it was already long...So Frustrating! So I have to rewrite and remember my plot without any basis. Maybe I'll try to update one after the stinkin' prelims. Damn it. Anyways...

Review?

That would be much appreciated. Yay!

(Does ninja handsigns and throws smokebombs) SARABA! *Voooossssshhhhhhhh*