And here is chapter 2! Things are happening! I hope those who have read it are liking it. I noticed that people in the D. Gray man fandom don't really say much when reading these stories.

Anyways. Hope you enjoy it~

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I think that I regretted my decision to stay the moment Johnny started measuring me out to make clothes. The wrapping of the tape measure around my upper thigh made me rather uncomfortable. I hoped he didn't move any higher, because if he did, I had some idea of how to kick someone in the face. Komui watched nearby as I was violated with the tape measure, seeming to notice my discomfort with it.

"Are you almost done?" Komui sounded a bit bored.

"Yes, this is the last one actually. Would you prefer baggy or tight clothing?" Johnny directed his question at me and I was quite unsure how to answer.

"I suppose both? Baggy shirt and tight pants maybe? Or the other way around." I shrugged as I spoke. Johnny nodded then hopped around the room, gathering random things, before making his way back to me. He handed me a bag and began to shove me towards a room. Once I was in, I realized what he wanted me to do. I found myself staring at the shower in confusion, really unsure of how to turn it on. I sifted through the bag and found the two soap bottle for my hair and a bar of spicy smelling soap.

I stripped off my clothing a moment later and examined my body. I had no doubt that I was male at that point, I just happened to be very manly in other manners too. I obviously had enough to eat and enough time to work, so I was very muscular. I also seemed to lack a good bit of body hair. I ran my fingers over my chest then scolded myself for being weird and stepped into the shower. After a good bit of knob turning and small shrieks from frozen rain and magma, I found a temperature that I could handle and began to wash up. The water that streamed from my mess of hair I found was actually mud that soon became clear. When I scrubbed the soap into it, more mud seemed to come out of my hair.

After my success of cleaning my hair, I stepped out of the shower to find the clothes I took off gone and a set of pants neatly folded on the table. I briefly wonder if it was Johnny or Komui who came in while I was showering before snatching up the pants and slipped them on. They were tight, but not like a cheaply built castle. I looked around for a shirt a moment later and found none so I searched the bag, but came up with a hairbrush instead. I successfully broke the hairbrush and stared hatefully at the handle clenched in my fist. I stalked outside, probably either looking like a terrifying individual or a pouty child.

Johnny found my anger amusing as he sat behind a sewing machine, sewing the shirt I was to wear. "Sit!" He ordered as he shoved a chair in my direction. When I did, I felt his small hands carefully pull my hair from the knots.

It had to have been at least a half an hour before he finally got the broken brush free and used it to finish brushing my hair. When I stood, Johnny hummed an odd note so I turned to look at him, shoving my glasses up my nose. "You have a scale tattoo on your lower back."

I knew what a tattoo was, but I found myself feeling my back for scales when he said this. He just laughed and guided me to a full length mirror and used a smaller mirror to show me my back. There wasn't just a scale design that trailed down into my pants, there were also a number of strange scars on my back.

The most notable one was the one that was obviously someone carving into my skin. Johnny had me turn around so he could read it. "It says: Beware this red man, he is not your friend." Johnny looked confused, as did I.

"What did I do to be dubbed as an unfriendly person? Where did all these scars come from? And the tattoo?" I was near shouting, a bit worried about the message. Johnny just shrugged and walked back to the sewing machine. I followed him and placed his mirror on the desk. Something small and soft hit the side of my face when I set it down, followed by my ears catching Johnny's giggles. I scooped up the object and found it was some kind of hair tie covered with small designs. After sliding it onto my wrist, I bundled my hair up and tied it up. It was much more comfortable this way.

It took Johnny at least 10 more minutes for him to finish the shirt, which fit rather snug, especially around my arms. I liked it otherwise. Johnny seemed to glow when I told him that I liked it. He seemed to pride himself on his work. It was a nice quality. Komui had left when I went to take a shower, so Johnny gave me instructions to go find him easily. I followed the set path, quickly finding that the building I was in was a labyrinth of a building.

I mulled over what Johnny said, wondering what he meant by "Follow the hallway up to the stairs and follow the sound of destruction." I gave the wall a lopsided grimace when I heard a particularly loud smashing of something glass through it. I had a fleeting thought that I really shouldn't have been standing there, so I stepped to the side just in time to dodge a body flying through the wall where I was standing. The body was that of a man with red hair and an eyepatch.

"Oi, pirate? You ok there?" I called over to him and watched as one brilliant green eye flung open. His jaw dropped and hung there as another body broke through the wall and landed against the protective fencing. This one was a small boy with white hair. He didn't look that old, despite having white hair, and that concerned me greatly. I twisted around to look through the holes in the wall and found myself gazing in disbelief at a monstrosity of a robot.

Perched atop this robot happened to be the very man I was looking for. Komui shrieked and the robot tossed yet another person who had blue hair that flew in every which direction. I dodged yet again another body then stepped through the hole in the wall, watching the man shriek about marriage.

"Komui!" I called, feeling my own voice vibrate in my throat. I easily caught his attention and he lowered the bot down with joy. Hopping over the rubble of his destroyer robot, I made my way over to him. "Why did you throw those kids through the wall?"

Komui suddenly seemed to not be as talkative when I stepped onto the robot, following it with my question. He stuttered as I grabbed him and pulled him off the robot into the rubble then shrieked as someone began to destroy the robot. Someone to my left cheered, followed by a few more to my right. Komui, however, continued to struggle in my arms.

I looked around the room in confusion as to who was wrecking Komui's precious robot, then I saw her, the one responsible. Her hair was a very dark emerald and her eyes glittered in an off shade of amethyst. "Who is the gemstone woman?" I blurted, slightly enthralled with her beautiful eyes. It made me think of a siren.

Komui began to squirm in my arms again. "That's my sister, Lenalee!" He practically shrieked, though this information made my face heat up. I growled and dropped him as the three individuals that were thrown through the wall earlier approached.

The pirate spoke first, "Nice job getting him off of the bot!" He beamed at me, showing off his pearly whites. The blue haired one didn't bother speaking to me and the white one seemed distracted by Lenalee.

"Who's the new guy?" The white haired boy questioned rather loudly, making me flinch.

Komui shot to his feet to answer "This is Shy, he is our new cleaning faculty!" He spun around to look at me. "Keep your hands off of Lenalee!"

I gave him my best what the fuck look before responding to his idiotic yelling. "First off, I have a feeling that I am a lot older than Lenalee and I am not a pedophile. Plus, she might be pretty, but I don't… Want anything from her?" I felt myself questioning myself rather than stating that I didn't want her.

My male mind seemed fine with thinking about doing things to her, but I was repulsed by the thought of screwing a child. Komui seemed more confused by my statement. "But-but everyone wants my sister. You can't be any different because you're a man!"

I solidly face-palmed then groaned in pain. This man obviously thought his sister was the world and that I was probably an idiot. This girl could and would kick my ass first. "First off, your sister kicked through metal, if I made a move on her, she would make sure I'd never reproduce. Secondly, you might think the world of her, but I don't because I don't know her."

Komui looked as if he was about to blow his top, while everyone else looked shocked. "My sister is more important that anything you will ever know!" Komui yanked something resembling a gun out of his coat and charged towards me. I noticed a good deal of electricity coming off of the gun.

"Komui…" I grumbled then flung a hand out and grabbed his face before kicking his arm to make him drop the gun.

Said doctor wailed and began to babble about his sister, then I noticed Lenalee floating less than 4 feet from me. I blanched at the mental image of getting kicked by her then she spoke. "Thank you."

I slowly blinked and stared at her. "What?"

"Thank you. Nobody is brave enough to tell him that. I feel like you and I will get along."

"Really? Just because I told him you would kill me?"

She laughed at me, her voice ringing like chimes. "No, because you told him that I'm not the most important thing in the world! He has never seemed to realize that."

I slowly blinked again. "Most women get bent when someone informs them the world doesn't revolve around them. " I found myself smiling slightly when she giggled again "How old are you anyways?"

"17. What about you?"

My mouth hung open for a moment then I bit my tongue. I didn't know the answer to that, so I ended up just letting a random number fly out. "28. Hey almost a decade older than you." I chuckled nervously

"You're 28? Does that mean-" Komui had piped up his talking and I slammed my hand over his mouth before pulling him towards his office again.

"That's enough sugar for you today!" I yelped, commencing my frantic scurry. I slammed the office door shut then yelled at him. "No, I still don't remember!"

"But I thought…" Komui raised his hand from his prone form on the floor.

"I just said a random number!" I was still yelling but I wasn't sure why.

"You better remember that number then!" The madman rose to his feet and gave me a solid glare. "You don't remember anything at all, yet you take some pretty big liberties."

"I actually don't know the boundaries." I figured I broke a few rules, but wasn't sure.

"In that case, first off, my sister is off limits!"

"I know and I already said I wasn't a pedophile."

"Secondly, stay away from the Vatican." Komui stopped yelling and stared at me with a serious expression. "They are bad news for someone like you with no memories. While I believe you and am placing trust in you, they are much more wary of people from the outside."

I paused not expecting this moment of seriousness. "What is the Vatican?"

"The Vatican is a government unto itself. It appoints its own ambassadors and receives ambassadors from other countries. We, The Black Order, are a religious organization that is overseen by Central, a branch of the Vatican. However, the Vatican only has a minor amount of control since all the branch heads answer to me." Komui explained to me in a way that I suppose was meant to be simple. It made my head hurt a bit.

I felt myself frowning, fainting recalling that there were a lot of rules in religions that I wasn't particularly fond of. My face flushed at the particular thought of sex. Sex with a man at that. "How strict are things around here?" My voice broke while I was speaking and I felt like a robot about to overheat.

"As in?" I was certainly red at that point, considering the lude thoughts that decided to creep up on me. I was noticing how attractive Komui was and that was going to get me killed.

"Like… Relationships… I have this feeling about how people react to closeness isn't very good." Komui just raised an eyebrow.

"We've gone a long way from that, Shy. It is accepted that we sin and that we love our sins. We may try to avoid them, but sometimes it is very possible for a man to love a man the way a man was meant to love a woman." Komui gestured from side to side. I suppose that I understood that and I felt a weight lifted off of me. The next step was to not freak out Komui.

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Hah. The end of the chapter. Woo