Disclaimer: I do not own D-gray-man, and I probably never will.
Author's Note: I AM ALIVE and I apologize for the late, late, late short chapter (sorry, but there's just no time, and its one o clock in the morning, because life can be such a bastard at many points in time). I know that I haven't updated in a while, and that all readers who read this do deserve more chapters. So, I hope to update in a month or so, considering the fact that in my country, this time of the year is what I call the "death weeks"-finals galore on subjects I haven't started studying yet. I'd like to thank all your supportive readers who encouraged me to update! You all deserve cookies: silverXshadow, Jadoku Tsubasa, akira-chan95, Tango Dancer, lokiwolf14, afallenheart, kimmy14, maaike13, Astaline Nihtingale, mito14, Midnight Ember, blood-stained-rag-doll, and CrimsonKitsune333!-You all are so kind! You flatter me! Love you all!
To akira-chan: Est-ce que tu es francophone? Je suis très impressionée! Est-ce que tu comprends bien le anglais? Je suis désole de mon français! C'est assez maintenant, je ne parle pas le français couramment! Merci beaucoup pour lire cette "fiction", mon amie!
Reviews are greatly appreciated! - IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT END OF CHAPTER
Chapter 1: XXConfrontationXX PART 1
Allen Walker paced down the long, narrow halls of his new school, Black Order Academy. The lights above flickered sporadically, small intervals of static clatter filling up the emptiness that Allen felt lingered behind him. Allen glanced unpathetically around him, occasionally looking wearily over his shoulder. Tentatively, Allen wandered forwards, wincing at the amplified volume of his steps against the newly polished floor.
"What are you, a wimp?" Allen whipped his head dangerously, arms clutching his textbooks tightly, slightly unnerved by the sudden, uncalled presence. His eyes narrowed the slightest, tensing for danger, clenched muscles hidden under the loose black jacket he had worn from earlier in the day .The stranger smirked slightly, raising a silky black sleeve to cover the upturned lips that could've almost been deemed a smile. Almost.
Allen remained rooted, transfixed to the ground, eyeing his new "aquaintance" menacingly. However, his face remained a mask of indifference, contrary to the anger seething from within him evoked by the casually thrown taunt. "Well, what are you? A transgenetic female?" he querried softly, voice blank of emotion.
The smirk was instantly lifted from the stranger's face, replaced by pure, uncontrolled anger. Allen looked up, quite amused by the situation, yet all the same fatigued. He sighed purposefully, tired eyes glancing behind the stranger, intent on travelling to his destination, cleanly labelled in bolded bubble letters "THE OFFICE", right behind his obstruction, the stranger. Allen slowly relaxed his muscles, reaching a gloved hand upwards to rub his temples. This it seemed, would take some time.
"What did you say?" venom dripped out of the stranger's mouth, daring Allen to continue the forlorn argument. Allen's ears perked up at the low pitch of the student's voice; it had a slight low ring to it, although it certainly did not match the individual's appearance.
Ebony black hair flowed, reached past squared shoulders, scattering effortlessly around the stranger's figure. Strands of ebony sparkled under the dimmed lights, catching light, creating long patches of silver across the stranger's head. The sight was entrancing, luring almost, accompanied by the scabbard of a shealthed sword, secured tightly with string at the student's hip. Suddenly, Allen was struck by the temptation to touch the silky strands of hair, but he disregarded it with a firm grimace.
Averting his eyes, he thoughtfully tapped a finger to his chin, all the while staring vacantly at the nearby white wall. Silence and tension filled the room quickly,the empty halls only helping to build somewhat of an invisible wall from any passing outsiders. Slowly, he eyed the stranger impassively, sighing.
"I told you once didn't I?" Allen dully questioned, clearly unfazed by the silence of the stranger. He sighed softly, eyes raised to the angry student, "I asked if you were a transgenetic female."
Upon furthur silence of the room, Allen stepped forwards, but was stopped by the murmured voice of the unmoving figure.
"I am not transgenetic," the older teen hissed hostilely through clenched teeth, "I'm male. But of course, you obviously lack the knowledge of what a male is."
"Oh, no," Allen assured icily, "the fault is not mine. Your appearance is the one that needs reconsidering. After all, I've never known a male who cross-dresses everyday. Then again, maybe its your thinking at fault."
He stepped fowards, approaching the male with slow, steady steps.
" When you were a little kid, you probably thought you were a girl, and wanted to be a princess. At least, that would explain your hair..."
Allen trailed off, walking past, threading his fingertips slowly through the other's hair. The other male stiffened, and Allen continued along his way entering, and disappearing behind the office door.
All that lingered behind was a stunned male student, as well as the fading touch of his hair still prickling Allen's fingertips.
YullenxxxYullenxxYullenxx
Author's Note: I apologize that Cross wasn't in this chapter. I know that I said that he would be incorporated, but he didn't fit in. IMPORTANT: This is part 1 of Chapter 1. I didn't want you all to suffer with another month of painful waiting! Hopefully, by next month, I will update 2 chapters (chapter 1 part 2, and chapter 2, wish me luck...reviews are great motivators)! As seen in the chapter, the poll results turned to be more Yullen than Laven. But should Lavi be paired with someone else, or should we just have a love triangle occur? (SEE POLL ON MY PROFILE) And also, what other pairings would you like to see in this story. Crack-pairings can be suggested as well!
Please Review! Suggestions of plotline are welcome as well (PM me!)
