it has been half a year now, huh? i did say that it would take a long time to upload but i really am taking it too far.

the thing is that made me return to the story is that i kind of returned to the D gray man fandom. i think i'm going to have more motivation to write this story so i have been working on the end of the story rather of the middle like i should. so you'll have to wait a long time even though i have returned.

i'm planning to make this story a tragedy, share your thoughts.

this chapter is actually from the time before the hiatus so i only added one or two lines and checked for errors. so if anything seems amiss it is because of me being too lazy.

(give me a break. i just read all the story from the start to remember what i was doing and noticed so many plot holes and mistakes so i might rewrite the first arc as well. not to mention that i am away from any internet or computers for four days a week since i am in the army and writing on a paper make me really annoyed since it is sloppier and overall worse, making me believe that i am a terrible writer [which i am, but that's off topic].)

i'm sooooo~~~ tired~~~~

i don't own d gray man nor harry potter.

enjoy.


Chapter II - Confessions and Announcements

Allen never would have thought that his fourth year would one of the most hectic years up until now.

How did Kanda do that and was still able to be with him all the time? He was awed by the elder wizard and couldn't help but flush thinking of how much he probably owes Kanda for taking his precious time for studying and homework.

"You worry too much." Kanda rolled his eyes when Allen apologized to him the other day. "You didn't know and if you were I would've ditched you anyway."

But still…

One morning, Allen couldn't get into through the entrance hall to get to the lake because of a large crowd congregating there.

"What's going on?" Allen asked a Hufflepuff student next to him.

"I think it's about the Triwizard Tournament," The student answered.

"Thank you," Allen smiled at her before looking at the ledge, considering something and then smirking. The Hufflepuff looked in awe as the white haired wizard flung himself over the railing onto the ground. She hurried to the ledge, looking over as she saw him land on his feet and rush to the foot of the marble staircase, looking at the sign – and all of this with his books in his arms.

Allen scanned the sign before groaning and sprinting to his usual place by the lake.

He sat down and opened his books and parchments and started doing his homework. But the sign hung above his head as he worked through his many assignments.

TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT. THE DELEGATIONS FROM BEAUXBATONS AND DURMSTRANG WILL BE ARRIVING AT 6 O'CLOCK ON FRIDAY THE 30TH OF OCTOBER. LESSONS WILL END HALF AN HOUR EARLY.

STUDENTS WILL RETURN THEIR BAGS AND BOOKS TO THEIR DORMITORIES AND ASSEMBLE IN FRONT OF THE CASTLE TO GREET OUR GUESTS BEFORE THE WELCOMING FEAST.

How could they even think he would come to greet them? He doesn't want any part of that stupid tournament, especially if people were killed during the previous ones, and especially if they think they can drag either him or Kanda or one of his friends into that stupid contest.

No… they wouldn't get anyone he cherishes, and hell with putting up fronts. The boy was fuming at Dumbledore for even allowing such a dangerous event to take place in his school, and he was furious of the fact that students thought that it was safe to assume that just because they were told that the risk to die is slim, they would jump with delight into the front line and probably get killed by their stupidity. He crushed a big stone in his left hand and punched the ground.

"I don't think the ground deserved to be punched."

Allen looked up to see a smirking Kanda and frowned at him. "Don't you do it daily?"

"Caught in the lie," Kanda shrugged and sat down next to him, pulling his head onto the seventh year's lap.

"Now… what happened?" Long fingers played with white locks and Allen hummed in appreciation. "And don't you dare lie to me."

"I don't like this tournament," He whispered. "I have a very bad feeling that someone would die from this stupid event. Why would Dumbledore even consider arranging this rubbish?"

"I don't like it either, Walker. But I guess the headmaster knows what is he doing, after all, he is the all mighty wizard, no?"

Allen snickered. "But he's old and a bit mad, no?"

"Don't answer a question with a question, Walker."

"Blimy, you sound like a mother, jerkanda."

"Maybe you just need one, Walker."

"And maybe you need a mother, if your lack of manners is something to go by."

"Why you…?" Kanda growled and was about to attack his offender's face when Allen jumped from his place and quickly climbed the tree.

"Get down here, Walker. Right now!" Kanda yelled at him, but the furious raven head only got a pale face sticking his tongue at him.

"Walker!"

Allen laughed, who knew Kanda was not capable of climbing trees? At least he now knew one of his best friend's weaknesses, he should use it more often. He leaned on a thick branch behind him and folded his arms behind his head as he listened to Kanda threatening him and cursing him until the elder teen quieted down and sat back at the base of the tree.

"You know…"

"Hm…?" Allen was a bit surprised by the tenderness in the usually harsh tone of the man.

"If you need help…" Kanda blushed. "You can always count on me to help you, okay? I won't leave you no matter what happens, Allen."

Allen blushed as well. Kanda called him by his first name, and… did he say what he thought he had said?"

"B-but why?" Allen hid his face in his palms, feeling insecure all the sudden.

"B-because I care about you too much, s-stupid Beansprout."

Allen nearly fell from his place, his palms covering his mouth as he chocked back tears.

Kanda cares about him… and he called him that stupid nickname as well…

"Y-you idiot," He choked as he smiled bitterly. "Y-you're not supposed to care about me that much, jerkanda."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm not worthy of that. I don't deserve you, you're too good for me."

"What are you talking about, Walker? If someone doesn't deserve someone, it's me!" Kanda shouted. This time, Allen did fall from the tree. He yelped as he was caught by the elder teen's arms and looked up to see furious glare.

"What were you thinking to yourself?"

"You surprised me, you jerk!"

"That's no excuse."

"Yes, it's!"

"Aurgh, just tell me why you think you don't deserve me!"

"Because I'm a murderer!" Allen screamed before realizing what he'd said and clasped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide with terror.

"A… murderer?" Kanda didn't quite catch what the boy had said. How could this naïve and too sensible child kill someone? He couldn't even destroy Akuma without crying for them and wishing for their redemption.

"Yes…" Allen started crying. He didn't want to see Kanda's face expression because he knew that he would be left alone once again because of his idiocy and this time, he won't be able to stand back up. Kanda placed him at the ground and sat next to him, glaring at him, "Who? And why?"

"H-huh?" he's not going to leave him?
"I asked you who it was and why did you… kill… him?" Kanda felt nervous saying that word, even though he was the same.

"I don't know who it was," Allen sniffled. "I did this because… he attacked me and slashed me on my chest…"

"The chest?" Kanda's eyes grew wide in shock and anger at himself for not being able to protect the poor boy.

Allen nodded, still hiding his face, "A-a man came to me w-when I was on the streets before meeting Mana with a kn-nife and g-grabbed me by neck, telling me t-that I was a-a monster a-and I s-should die. He t-then raised the knife a-and c-cut me on my ch-chest."

He swayed in his place as he recalled the incident. His eyes bore a bit of a hysterical gaze.

"I-I tried to escape, b-but I-I could only scream and then… then… I saw red."

"Red?" Like what happened with him?

The boy nodded once again. "When the red was gone… I… I was standing before the man with the knife in my hand… and he… he was… he was just there… there was a lot blood… his eyes looked dead… and he was cursing me… there was lot of blood there… and… and… and…"

Allen couldn't continue and the teen broke down and cried and pulled his hair off as he screamed in anguish.

"How could I have done that?! How could I have killed someone?" Allen obviously wasn't in his right mind, because when Kanda tried to touch him to sooth him, the teen sent such a cold glare at him, he couldn't move.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Allen snarled at him, his body in alarm.

"Allen, calm down," Kanda was a bit lost. This has never occurred before and now… he didn't what was going on with the boy or how to return him back to himself.

"Don't touch me!" Allen yelled at him, his body positioned like a lion ready to attack, his eyes dilated and his breathes comes in short pants

"Allen! What happened was in the past! Now you're with me and safe from anyone who wants to hurt you. Just calm down," He made a step forward only for Allen to take one back and hiss at him.

"That's not my name! I don't deserve that name!" Allen covered his ears.

"Why?"

"Because that's Mana's dog's name! I don't deserve such a good name! I'm a monster!" Allen fell on his knees, whimpering. "Just… stop it… don't come close, I'll hurt you… please… I'm a monster… I don't want to be alone again…"

Kanda decided it was a good time for him to some closer. He inched closer to the mumbling boy and sat on his knees before him, taking him into his embrace.

"Shh…" he soothed the trembling boy. "It's okay… you're not a monster… it wasn't your fault… isn't that what you told me? That it was probably an instinct you gained while being on the streets and that exploded when you were attacked like this by a stranger out of nowhere? You know something? I'm surprised he was still alive, I would've killed him instantly without leaving any of his flesh behind for landing a hand on you."

Allen cried and cried in his arms, muttering apologizes to the man, to him, to everyone.

Kanda felt worse and worse the more he heard the boy cry until he couldn't take it anymore and wanted Allen to stop crying, no matter what the cost.

"Walker…"

Allen looked up only for a pair of lips to silence him with a kiss.

The fourteen years old boy just froze there with wide eyes filled with disbelief and shock. Kanda released the stoned boy and blinked as he realized what he did.

At least he succeeded in shutting him off, no? He blushed.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that…"

Allen unfroze and furrowed his brows, "Why?"

Kanda was surprised. "Aren't you disgusted by me?"

"Aren't you disgusted by a murderer?" Allen retorted.

"You're not a murderer, you protected yourself. Like me," Kanda grabbed him by the collar.

"Than you won't leave me if I do this?" Allen pecked him on the lips innocently.

"What the hell?" Was Kanda's only reply.

"You won't?" Allen pleaded with him.

"Che, like I would, stupid brat," Kanda hugged him and Allen smiled a bright watery smile at him before hugging him back and burying his face in the elder's shoulder.

"Thank you, Kanda. Thank you so much…"

"Yu…"

"Huh?"

"Call me Yu, idiot."

Allen blushed. "Than you have to call me Allen."

"Not a chance, Walker," Kanda smirked.

"Meany," Allen pouted.

"Shut up," Kanda kissed his nose.

Allen blushed harder and hid his face in Kanda's robes.

"I hate you…"

"We both know it isn't true," Kanda rolled his eyes but smiled softly and hugged the lithe body, nuzzling his nose in the white locks. Allen hummed his usual tune and smiled warmly with closed eyes.

They sat there for a while until an amused voice startled them.

"I see you both are getting all lovey dovey here," Dean grinned at them with a knowing grin, the twins standing behind him with equal smug faces to him.

"Shut up, moron," Kanda snarled at him. Allen blushed darkly in his place and tried to hide his puffy eyes and red face in Kanda's robes.

But Eric saw his face already and shushed Dean before asking him, "Are you alright, Allen?"

"Allen is just tired," Kanda motioned to the stack of books next to them. "He had to do all of this shit in one day, of course he would be tired."

"Then why does it look like he had cried?" Eric frowned.

"We want to be able to help as well," Beatrice approached the duo and took Allen from Kanda's arms. She cupped his face and inspected it.

"You recalled something from your past, correct?" She frowned as her eyes filled with concern. Allen nodded and she sighed before hugging him as well. "It was all in the past, Allen. What was in the past should stay in the past."

"She's right," Dean's face turned from the grinning idiot to his mature gaze and he smiled warmly at him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "All of us have skeletons in our wardrobes. That doesn't change who we are today, and I'm sure as hell it won't change Kanda's feeling for you."

Allen nodded, smiling weakly at him. Eric sat as well and rested his palm on the boy's other shoulder, "Even if you'd committed terrible acts earlier in your life, I can only see the innocent boy here who would blush from a peck on the cheek. Who is kind to everyone and put them before him. Who is on top of his class in practical, but is average in theory."

"You don't have to rub it in…" Allen muttered and Eric chuckled.

The trio released Allen and they interlocked all of the five's hands together as the group looked at Allen.

"To us, you're Allen, our dear friend," Dean finished with a wide grin and the others nodded before smiling at him as well.

Allen was overwhelmed by feeling, what did he do that he was blessed by such great friends? And by Kanda none the less? He smiled at them and sniffled as he blinked away tears.

"I… I don't where I would have been today without you today… I care about you very much and I want to say officially that I like Kanda…" He whispered the last part, completely embarrassed but knew that if he wouldn't have said that, things would go worse for him later on.

Kanda turned red as well when the group turned to him.

"What have you got to say about that, Kanda?" Dean teased him.

"That… that I like him too…" Kanda punched Dean in the face, the seventeen young man was never been more embarrassed than this in his life.

Allen stifled a laugh as he watched the raven elder wizard chase the laughing sandy haired boy around them.

"You look happier than before," Beatrice commented, face relaxed in relief.

"Because some of my conflicts are kind of solved now," Allen smiled softly at the running Kanda.

"I'm glad."

"Thank you, Bea."

"No problem, Allen."

"We should head back now, no?" Eric separated the teens and after Allen gathered his things, they went back to school with Allen holding Kanda's hand.

Kanda didn't mind that, since he squeezed back and his mouth twitched in a smile.


"Why am I here again?" Allen groaned as they stood with all the other students at the entrance hall after McGonagall gave them a mouthful on their appearance.

"Because I'm your best friend and you don't want to leave me alone," Dean chirped.

"Yes, my stupid martyr-complex," Allen rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Walker, flatten your hair," Professor McGonagall snapped at him. Kanda looked at him from his place and smirked when Allen pouted and tried in vain to comb his hair, he started looking like the Allen he knew in his past life and he wondered if he should recreate that hair growing potion Komui made back then just to tease him.

Nah, it will help him more than disrupt him. Che, not a smart idea.

"Follow me, please," McGonagall's stern voice echoed through the line. "First years in front! No pushing!"


They lined up in the front of the castle, down the steps and scanned their surrounding for any sign of the other schools' arrival.

"It's nearly six," Eric checked his watch and scanned the skies. "How do you reckon they're coming? Through the sky?"

"With broomsticks? Too far away," Beatrice shook her head and yawned, head on her twin's shoulder with Eric patting her back. Allen noticed that since second year, her need for sleep grew to the point she had days she would go around half asleep or even unable to get out of bed. He worried over her, but she always managed to calm him down.

"How about a portkey? Or maybe apparating," Dean jumped in anticipation in his place.

"Dean…" Alice growled at him. "You can't apparate into the school, you moron, how many times do I need to tell you?" She punched him on the shoulder.

"Why are you so mad at me?" Dean whined and rubbed his sore place.

"Because I'm still pissed of you guys ditching me at McGonagall and going to the lake alone to have a conversation with Allen and Kanda."

"We apologized to you numerous times and you're still upset?" Dean pouted. "Look, we didn't know Allen was sad and we thought we would just hang out until you come out as well, it was an accident!"

Allen sighed and patted her back. "I'm sorry, Alice."

Alice side smiled at him. "It's not your fault, Allen. You didn't know they were coming."

Allen was about to say something, But Dumbledore called from the back row where he stood with the other teachers. "Aha! Unless I am very mistaken, the delegation from beauxbatons approaches!"

Allen couldn't help but look all over, trying to see where the school will come from and gasped when a sixth year student called, "There!" and pointed to the forest.

Something large was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!"

"Don't be stupid, it's a flying house."

"No, it's Superman," Allen rolled his eyes and Dean snickered with him.

Alice looked at him baffled. "What's a superman?"

"American muggle joke," Allen snickered.


When the shape came closer, he saw that the second guess was more accurate.

As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powderblue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.

The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed - then, with an almighty crash, the horses' hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground.

A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes.

Allen was wide jawed at the big house… carriage? and with him the rest of the students looked shocked as well.

The door of the carriage that bore a coat of arms of two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars opened wide and a boy in pale robes jumped down from the carriage.

He bent forward, fumbled a bit with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps, and then he sprang back.

Then a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerged from the inside of the carriage.

Allen almost fell back, the shoe was the size of a child's sled, that means that the woman was almost the same size of Hagrid's.

He was wrong. She was bigger. The woman was gigantic and the finally the size of the carriage and the horses was explained.

A bit of silence passed as everyone stared with shocked faces. The large woman seemed to look around as if searching for something.

Then Dumbledore started to clap. The students looked at each other before awkwardly clapping as well. Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Though Dumbledore was tall himself, he barely had to bend to kiss her hand.

"My dear Madame Maxime," He said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dort," Said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. Several students snickered at the nickname. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form, I thank you," Said Dumbledore.

"My pupils," Said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.

The student's attention turned again to the carriage as a dozen of boys and girls, all, by the look of them, in their late teens, exited the carriage and stood behind the large woman with apprehensive looks on their faces.

Madam Maxime and Dumbledore started talking to each other, which at the end of it, Hagrid took the horses away, trying to calm them down.

Allen looked at the sky, wondering how Durmstrang would get to Hogwarts. By a flying house as well?

Another call alerted him. "Look at the lake!"

Of course, silly him.

Allen and everyone else turned their heads to the lake that was overlooked from their position perfectly. They had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water - except that the surface was suddenly not smooth at all. Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center. Great bubbles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks - and then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake's floor.

What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool and then Allen saw a mast coming out of the water.

Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank. A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.

Allen saw another dozen of dark shapes going out of the ship and walking toward them.

A sleek white haired man called heartily, "Dumbledore!"

He walked up the slope and got to Dumbledore.

"How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"

"Blooming, thank you, Professor Kakaroff."

They exchanged greetings and smiles then shook hands.

He looked over Hogwarts with yellowed teeth smile until his gaze fell on Allen and Kanda.

Allen caught his eyes and he shivered when the eyes changed from shining to wary.

Who is this guy, and why does he look at them like that?

Allen didn't like him… at all…


They all sat back down in the Great Hall, the Beauxbatons sitting by the Hufflepuff table and Durmstrang by the Slytherin table.

Allen felt a twitch forming in his temple. He groaned and completely ignored what Dumbledore was going on about, or rather, the Triwizard Tournament.

"Just kill me now," He gave up and fell flat out on the table.

Professor McGonagall sent him a murderous glare but he ignored it and proceeded to ignore the speech.

Dean and Eric looked at him amusingly while Alice rolled her eyes. Beatrice was sleeping again on Dean's lap. Kanda wasn't paying attention as well, he knew he wouldn't try for this stupid competition after all the war in his past life, he just wanted a calm year.

"Kanda, my dear~" Allen whined. Kanda eyed him strangely.

"What wrong with you?"

"I'm bored~"

"I can see that, you moron," Kanda growled. "But why are you calling me my dear?"

-Because I love you- Allen mouthed and smirked darkly when he saw Kanda blush and scowl.

"You're an idiot, Walker."

"Call me Allen, Kanda."

Kanda ignored him.

"Kanda~"

"Yu?" He asked hesitantly.

"What?" Kanda grinned.

Allen shook his head. "Never mind."

The elder teen frowned at him before sighing and holding his hand. Allen's eyes grew wide and the boy looked at the raven head with shock before softening down and giving him a warm soft smile, cupping his cheek with the elder teen's hand.

"You guys are cute," Alice told them.

"Shut up and listen," Kanda retorted.

"Like you were listening," She rolled her eyes but looked at a Goblet standing above a casket.

"What is this?" Allen was a bit curious.

"If you had listened, you would have known that it's the 'Goblet of Fire', the one to select the three competitors for the tournament."

"Oh… whatever… forget I asked," Allen groaned, face annoyed.

"Don't like to have your life in the hands of a goblet? Oh yeah, it doesn't even have hands," Kanda was having a good time teasing the boy.

"Shut up, Kanda."

"I think the goblet took your brain to inspect it, because you don't have the same smartass retorts you had like in your first year."

"I'm tired and you're the one without a brain, Kanda. After all… if you had brain, you wouldn't be with me…" Suddenly the tease became sadness and the white head turned solemn.

"Allen…"

"It's okay… I'm sorry for saying this kind of things," Allen smiled bitterly at him.

Suddenly there was silence in the Great Hall before everyone got up and started piling out the room.

Allen pulled Kanda so they would lose all the others and had ended up in the familiar deserted hall they used to hang out three years ago… before he was attacked by Nagini.

"Why are we here?" Kanda recognized the hall as well and sent a glare at him.

Allen ignored him and buried his face into the raven haired teen's robes.

"Hey… what's wrong?" Kanda sat them down, Allen in his embrace.

"I… I just want to be in your arms for now, Yu… please hold me…"

Kanda sighed. Even though they both lived two lives, Allen was still a kid, and he was insecure and wanted comfort.

"I didn't tell you the whole truth about my summer, Yu…"

The elder teen's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't have a normal summer for two years already…"

"What do you mean and why do you tell me now?"

"Because I'm weak and I hate keeping secrets anymore…"

Kanda tightened his embrace, as if protecting the boy. "What did that drunken bastard do to you?"

"He left me alone… two years ago…"

"You're kidding me…" He was shocked, he looked at the now trembling pale teen.

He gripped his shoulder and yanked him away from him, eyes blazing. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry." Allen looked away from the flaming eyes, suddenly scared of him.

"Sorry?! Do you think a simple sorry would suffice? How did you even survive the summers?!"

"I gambled and worked, like I did when I was under Cross' care."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want you to look at me with pity in your eyes."

"Are you insane?!"

"Yes, I'm!"

They started screaming at each other, and slowly it led to a brawl. They hit and punched and kicked and yelled and screamed and shouted until Kanda shouted, "ENOUGH!"

They froze, panting and bruised and sweating. Allen immediately felt bad for making the situation like this.

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize, dumbass."

"Sor- I-I mean…"

"Aurgh, never mind… come here…"

Allen approached him and Kanda held at him close to him. "Were you injured in the summer because of that?"

"Yes, but when we came back to Hogwarts, I was able to heal myself with healing spells and felt better."

"Damn the magic ministry for putting stupid laws as no underage magic in the summer."

"I'm fine, Yu."

"No, you're not. This year, you're coming to my house," Kanda was determined this time. And this time, Allen won't be able to run away from his decision.

"Um… but what if your family doesn't want me to come and live there for two whole months?"

"Who cares about them?"

"And what about next year, then? You would be working or searching for work and won't have time for me nor would have a space to place me a second year.

Seriously, I'll be fine. I survived two years, I could survive two more. And besides, I'm saving up for a house for myself."

"No way, Walker. You can work from my house, and that's final."

"Can we talk about this later? I'm tired and it's late… we should go to sleep."

"Che, whatever."

"Thank you, Yu."


They went back to Gryffindor tower and before they had separated for the night, Allen gave a small peck on the elder's cheek, smiling sheepishly.

"Thank you, Yu, for worrying about me so much."

"Che, you should worry about yourself more. But… you're welcome."

Allen smiled and was about to go to his dorm when Kanda grabbed his hand and pulled him into a kiss.

Allen closed his eyes and pressed back, blushing.

"Good night, Allen," Kanda smirked and vanished into his room.

Allen held the wall for a bit, afraid he'll fall if he dared to take a step. His face was so red it resembled a tomato.

It was the second time Kanda had surprised him like this… that's not good, if he continues like this, he won't be able to recover next time.

He sighed and slowly went to his room and buried his face in his pillow, sitting on the bed.

"Did something good happen?" Dean grinned at him.

"Nothing."

"Like I would believe you, Allen. You went out with Kanda after dinner, and came back with a red face and a smile. Something must have happened, now spill it."

"H-he kissed me, okay?" He whispered in embarrassment.

"Huh?"

"He kissed me."

Allen expected Dean to laugh, but Dean only snorted and elbowed Eric, "Give me my money, I won."

"What are you talking about?" Allen was confused.

"Are you sure, Dean? If I recall correctly, if it was goodnight kiss you won."

"And you said if it was a make up kiss, I won."

"What the…? You were betting on me and Yu?"

"He even calls him Yu now! I won, I won!"

"Darn… here, take it," Eric took out a few galleons and handed them to the grinning Dean.

"I can't believe you guys took a bet on us?" Allen cried in exasperation. "How could you do it to your friend?"

"Not my fault you were asking for that," Dean stuck a tongue at him.

"Shut up, people trying to sleep here," One of the other residents of the room whined from his bed. "And congratulation, Allen." Allen turned redder and Eric and Dean snickered before quieting down and going to bed.

"I'll kill you one day, Dean. Since you had asked for it," Allen whispered evilly to the sandy head's direction. "And a deal is a deal."

Dean shivered and started praying for his safety, knowing he'll be demolished by the white haired wizard by the end of the year.

Over all, it was quite a nice and productive night, Allen smiled and calmed down and fell asleep, having for once better dreams than he always had.


so how my return from hiatus' chapter?

please leave a comment or no more chapters (jk, but seriously, i need them so badly~~~!)