Disclaimer: ... I still don't own D. Gray-Man... u.u"

I present the second chappie of teh story, and so far so good-ish, I suppose. I'm a wee bit critical of meself, but I could be right at the same time, y'know? o.o"

Chapter 2: Confession (White and Gold)

A few days later, after work, Allen decided to visit Rabi and Tyki, to ask them for advice.

Rabi laughs and asks, "He had hives again?"

"It's been a couple months since the last time he did. He could be crushing on someone else, now," Tyki said.

"You think so?" Allen asked, folding his arms and resting his chin on them on the table. His cheeks were pink.

Rabi grinned. "Does our dear Allen-chan have feelings for someone?"

"I like Bak-san, okay?"

Somewhere else in town, Bak was in the middle of work, delivering Chinese food, and he sneezed. (Not on the food or the customers, though, thank goodness.)

Tyki and Rabi were speechless for a couple minutes, but then they leaned across the table yelled, "THAT EXPLAINS A LOT!" which surprised Allen, making him fall out of his chair.

"I--We wondered why Lenalee married Kanda and not you!" Rabi continued to shout.

"Calm down, you guys! Lenalee and I think of each other as brother and sister, and that's how it's always been!"

"So, how long have you liked Bak, anyway?"

Allen turned a bright shade of pink. "Um, well, since I first met him, but I haven't told him because he always seemed to like Lenalee."

"But he hasn't broken out in hives in a couple months, and you say this happened when you came into his room? He might like YOU, Allen."

Rabigasped, then squealed with glee. "Oh my god, you two would make the CUTEST couple!" heart "Gold and white are pretty together..." (A/N: Rabi has ADD...)

"I said 'MIGHT.' We should try to see if he does or not. Why don't we all hang out on Sunday, under the context of just hanging out as friends?" Tyki proposed.

"Hey, why don't we go to that one club?" Rabi suggested.

"No, Usagi-chan, not that place. I doubt Bak would feel comfortable THERE."

"Um, I know I'm going to regret asking this, but what place are you talking about?" Allen asked.

"You would regret it if we told you, but we aren't going to," Tyki replied with a mischievous grin.

"Maybe I'm better off NOT knowing, then," Allen thought.

"I know a great place. It's a new restaurant called The Magickal Lair. It's beautiful and the food is great."

"You're making this sound more and more like a double-date rather than just friends hanging out... And I don't know much about Bak-san's work hours on Sundays, either."

They all kept discussing it, and resolved to just have Allen ask Bak about his schedule himself, and Allen went back home.

"See you at work tomorrow, Tyki-san. Bye, Rabi."

"Bye, Allen-chan," (heart) they both said as they waved goodbye to him.

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MEANWHILE, Bak is returning to his workplace from making deliveries, having a sneezing fit.

"Jeez, am I catching a cold?" he muttered to himself.

(A/N: The conversation is supposed to be in Chinese, but since I don't know anything other than how to count to ten, how to say hello, etc., I'm just putting the translation here... u.u")

"You better not be catching a cold! You need to make deliveries! That is what the delivery boy does!" his boss yelled at him.

"I'm a man, not a boy."

"You'll work for five dollars or you'll work for no dollars! You're a delivery boy!"

"But--"

"Four dollars!"

"Okay, I'll work for four dollars, sir," Bak responded in a whimper of a tone.

"Good delivery boy. Now get the hell out and come back to work in the morning!"

"Yes sir," he said, sighing.

Bak rode his bicycle (which was rusted, had broken brakes and was partially held together by duct tape because Fou was too cheap to get him a new one) back home. He hated that the other delivery boy who was supposed to work the night shift quit. He would definitely pray to the gods that they would send another delivery boy to replace him! He wasn't even getting paid extra to cover this shift!

He entered apartment 203, where Fou was sitting on the couch, watching TV as usual.

"God, my ass hurts..." Bak muttered to himself as he walked towards the hallway to get to his room.

"That's what Allen said when he stopped by earlier."

"WA--WHAT?!" Bak yelled, spinning around, getting flustered and breaking out in hives.

"So, you guys have already hooked up and moved that far since just a couple days ago? Jeez, you're already trying some kinky stuff..."

Bak's entire face turned redder than a ruby, and you could practically see the perverted mental images playing out across his eyes, and then... GUSH! THUMP!

Fou fell off the couch laughing.

A few minutes later...

"I guess I should help him out," Fou said as she picked up Bak by the arms and dragged him into his room and sort of threw him on the bed. She was NOT going to carry him bridal-style. She may be a champion boxer (in the MALE division), but carrying him like that would cramp her style. Then, once she put some ice on his head and tucked him in, she went into the living room to clean up the bloodstain on the floor.

"Okay, maybe I should tone it down on the pervy jokes until he's actually WITH Allen. It'll be more fun and I won't need to worry about these kinds of messes, probably. It's a good thing the carpet's already pink or I'd really have to worry about it getting stained."

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The next morning, at 6 AM, Fou came into Bak's room wearing a jogging suit, having just returned from her morning jog and started poking the lump under the covers named Bak.

"Baka-Bak, BAWK-BAWK-BAWK! Get up, you big chicken, and get ready to face your shitty life again today!"

Bak peeks out from under the covers, at the foot of the bed, glaring at Fou as coldly as he could for having just woken up: not at all.

"Dammit, I hate my job. Someday I'm going to get out of that place. I hate my boss..."

"Well, we could always try that internet thing..."

"NO! AND I WON'T BE A MAN OF THE EVENING, EITHER! I WASN'T IN MY RIGHT MIND WHEN I WAS CONSIDERING THAT!"

"You can't get an STD from a computer screen."

flashback

"I'm hardly making any money. I could make more money if I was a prostitute... Hm..." Bak is actually contemplating being a hooker?

"BAKA-BAK!!"

Fou beat him half to death to knock some sense into him... He was in the hospital for nearly a month, covered in bandages. She said he got beaten up by a gang, and Bak never told on her because even though she REALLY hurt him, he knew he deserved it for being so stupid... but she still really didn't need to nearly kill him!

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"Enough reminiscing about the past, time to get off your whiny little ass!" Fou yells, pulling off the blankets along with Bak, making him fall onto the floor on his face, his butt sticking up in the air and his legs still on the bed. He sighed and gave up.

"By the way, Allen really did stop by yesterday. He was wondering if you had work on Sunday because he, Tyki and Rabi were going to invite you to hang out with them. He said something about going to a restaurant or something."

He just got up and already he was getting all pink in the face and full of those lovey-dovey feelings... those warm feelings... and then he realized he would need to get up from where he was lying or he'd be injured, and not by Fou. He ran like hell to the bathroom, forcing Fou against the wall so she wouldn't be turned into a Fou pancake.

"Gah, there's no way I could get time off from work..." Bak was muttering to himself as he rode his bicycle to work. "Goddammit, since Fou made me black out, I couldn't actually take the time to pray for the gods to bring us a delivery boy to work the night shift!"

Nearby, a girl asks her mom, "Mommy, who is that man talking to?"

"SHH! Don't look at him, honey. Let's go," she replied, hurriedly dragging her daughter away.

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Allen and Tyki are at work, getting dressed in the locker room.

"Allen-chan, would you consider wearing this while waiting on tables? I bet we'd get even more customers than we already do with your looks alone," Tyki said, holding up a goth-loli style dress that looked like the skirt was too short in the front, but more than long enough in the back, and looked to be 90 composed of frilly-ness. (A/N: I guess you could say it looked like Freya's dress from Chobits.)

". . . . ." Allen "said" with a blank stare.

"Pwease, Allen-chan?" Tyki begged, doing his best to give Allen the puppy dog eyes, but since Allen already had that down pat, it didn't phase him AT ALL.

"I am NOT wearing that."

"Hey, it's not a request from me, it's from the Earl because he's tired of getting late payments from me, okay?!"

"Still NO."

"But Skin will protect you from the ones that try to pull up your skirt and--"

"NOOOOOOOO!! LALALALALALAAAAA!!" Allen screamed as he put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes tightly.

In the end, Allen wound up wearing the dress. He'd be fired if he didn't, probably.

Unfortunately, 75 of the guys in the place wound up getting dumped out on their asses by Skin for slapping Allen's butt, pulling on his skirt, or trying to pull him into their laps. Allen has NEVER felt more violated, even when he worked for Cross! At least Cross never made him wear a dress... or worse.

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Bak finally got done with a delivery and returned to pick up another one, but his boss didn't have another delivery for him.

"Am I fired?" he asked with sorrow, yet with a slight sprinkling of hope... though it was not detected at all, since his boss doesn't give a rat's ass about anything.

"No, good news, delivery boy! We have a delivery boy to work the night shift now! You'll get paid five dollars again! Now get the hell out and don't come back 'til tomorrow!" he yelled.

"Yes sir, thank you sir!"

Bak rode away on his bicycle, and stopped about five blocks away. He got off his bike, leaned it against a pole, stood at attention (but looking down at the ground), then suddenly jumps into the air yelling, "YAHOOOOOOOOO!!" In mid-jump, a pebble smacks him in the back of the head.

"I don't pay you to celebrate! You work for five dollars or you work for no dollars! Now go the hell home and don't come back 'til tomorrow!"

"Yes sir," Bak said sadly as he got back on his bike and pedaled home.

He returned home yet again, to Fou sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"You're home early. Did you get fired or did you quit or did someone blow up the restaurant?" she asked without looking away from the TV. An action show with lots of violence and explosions was on. Fou was always a sucker for those.

"No, they found a delivery boy for the night shift!"

"You sure sound happy about it."

"Well, the boss never paid me overtime, and this means that I'll get to hang out with Allen and the others on Sunday... Oh, Jesus, I'm so nervous..."

"Bak, I'm Fou, remember? Although I am flattered that you called me Jesus. Call me that from now on."

"Fou, now isn't the time to be making jokes! I need help here! You said that Allen said something about going to a restaurant, right?"

"Jeez, calm down, Baka-Bak. I'll help you, and I'll bring over some friends to help."

"You mean you're going to ask your boxing buddies?"

"No, Baka-Bak!" she yelled as she smacked him over the head... but not enough to knock him out. "I meant some of our mutual friends!"

"Oh... Well, that's a relief," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Tomorrow night, Lenalee, Arystar, Kanda, and Miranda are coming over to help us out, so don't be coming home complaining about your ass again, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, but that bike's seat really does hurt. I wish you'd get me a new bicycle already."

"Not unless the bike is damaged beyond repair, and I'll KNOW if you destroyed it on purpose."

Bak groaned.

"You really are a brat," Fou said.

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Holy hell. How am I doing this? O.o" Maybe it's because I'm hanging around Mi-chan a lot and her fanfic writing ability's rubbing off on me now. I even have the trait of putting my favorite characters through the most crap... o.o"

In case you don't already know, Usagi means Bunny in Japanese... and in case you're wondering, the Noahs that show up in this story are all in their dark forms... because they look better in their dark forms. .

Allen and Bak really need to quit their jobs... the poor guys! ,( And Bak should get out of the apartment or he'll keep getting abused by Fou.

Okay, I'll admit that the reason for Bak's job is because Mi-chan remembered the song "Little Asian Man." XD But he's part Chinese and part German... but we dunno how much German. My guess is that his dad is Chinese (hence his name) and his mom may have been German (or maybe there was some German ancestry on one side or the other) and the German genes were more dominant, so he got blonde hair. O.o" We just don't know. I wish I knew Japanese and knew how to contact Hoshino-sensei, then maybe I could get some answers! Of course, I'd probably get made fun of for being an American otaku... gloomies attack u.u"

Stay tuned and I might update! o.o" Chapter 3: The Date (WTF is this place?!) will come up sometime in the future if I keep working at this!

Heyyyyy, you noticed how Bak completely overlooked Fou mentioning Lenalee? o.O" I found that awesome... in the next chapter it's like a test to see if he's really over her. Kanda's not really going to be helping Bak out, he's just gonna be there for Lenalee-- Aw shizz, I'm giving away spoilers!

Oh noez, I almost forgot! I must give some credit to Minosuke Ichigo for helping me with some of the ideas in my story! I LURVES YOU MI-CHAN! IN A PLATONIC WAY!