DISCLAIMER: D. Gray Man does not belong to me. I do not own D. Gray Man. D. Gray Man belongs to the people who wrote, made, and drew it. (Mostly to Katsura Hoshino)
HERE I AM! In a library, typing. - _ -
UGHHHHH! How am I supposed to get inspiration in a place like this. I'm not even comfortable in these chairs.
Technically, I'm studying right now. :p
Anyways, I'm not sure how this chapter will play out, buuut I have some ideas.
FYI, because a guest asked, Cecelia is not a self-insert. There had to be a child, and I just used the name Cecelia.
And so people won't think I'm conceited, Cecelia is not my real name, it's my pen name. The name Cecelia is my trademark symbol when writing. All my stories, fanfiction or not, have the name Cecelia in it. (FYI, I'm not obsessed with the name. I just think that it's unique.)
Allen's point of view
I don't want to be alone.
I woke up with a jolt. Disoriented I surveyed my surrounding and realizing that I was in Cecelia's room. I unsteadily rose from the curled up sleeping position I was previously in and gently kissed my daughter on her forehead before exiting the room.
Hopefully, I quietly opened my bedroom door, only to be disappointed by finding an empty bed. Sighing, I exited the room and went to watch t.v. On the way, I stopped at the kitchen to pop some popcorn. While watching the popcorn bag spun in the microwave, my heart throbbed with pain as my thoughts wandered to a certain samurai.
Desperate for a distraction, I hastily opened a drawer and pulled out a flask of sake. I stared at the flask debating with myself. I have to be a good influence and the years with that drunk demon weren't… pleasant. I thought while wincing.
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEP I looked at the microwave and realized that the popcorn was done. As the smell of freshly popped popcorn drifted in the air, 1:27 shone on the microwave's digital clock.
Pain shot through my chest. I balled my hand up in a fist and slammed it on the kitchen counter, as if the pain could prevent the onslaught of tears and erase the frustration I feel. I stared at my trembling fist then at my other hand hold the sake. My hand tighten its hold on the flask as I debated with myself.
Only a few sips. I thought as my resolved faded into desperation; I brought the popped popcorn and sake to the coffee table in front of the couch. It is just a temporary distraction. I told myself as I settled into the couch. I brought the small shot glass to my mouth, my hand trembled as I poured the clear liquid into my mouth. Only a few sips. I thought as the alcohol started to numb the pain in my chest. Desperate for more relief, I poured another shot.
9:20
Kanda's point of view.
I slashed my sword in the air. The floor was drenched with the sweat that accumulated from my non-stop training for the last couple of hours. Yet, I still can't get that weird feeling out of my stomach. I thought as I swung my sword again, getting frustrated with myself. "What the HELL!" I screamed, feeling tense. Did that sprout put something in my food? I thought as I punched the wall, hoping that the pain could help me get rid of this weird and unpleasant feeling in my stomach.
"You know, there are other methods of relaxation that doesn't include violence or foul language, Yuu-kun." I heard. I whipped around to see Master Tiedoll staring back at me with his typical friendly smile.
"What are you doing here Master?" I asked stiffly still vaguely feeling discomfort in my stomach.
"Can't I visit my pupil?" Master said cheerfully. Then he turned around and pulled out a sketch pad and began to sketch. After a few strokes of his pencil he spoke up again. "Actually the trees behind the dojo will bloom soon. The blossoms get more beautiful every year. I wanted to capture a perfect image this year."
"Is that all." I said as I turned back around to practice, determined to erase this troublesome feeling.
"Also, Yuu-kun," Master said with more seriousness than his usual sunny disposition making me turn around and face him. When he saw that he had my full attention, he continued "Don't do anything stupid just because you're unhappy or frustrated. There are consequences for everything."
I stared at Master in shock. Does he know? Or is it just random advice. Snapping out of the shock, I turned around and gave my usual "che" before starting to train again. I heard the sound of humming and sketching noise from another part of the dojo and then chose to leave matters alone. Yet something still tells me that this advice has a double meaning to it. Kanda thought as he gave an irritated swing.
Third person's point of view
Kanda's fingers drummed on the steering wheel impatiently while he waited for the light to turn green. He felt fatigue start to set in and just wanted to get off the road. And after all that training, I still couldn't get that nagging feeling out of my stomach. Then a loud ring disrupted the peaceful silence in the car. He saw Lenalee's number flash on the screen of his phone.
"WHAT" he snapped when he flipped open his phone while dodging a swerving car and flipping his middle finger at the agitated driver. (AN: I don't approve of multitasking while driving but obviously Kanda's character type doesn't really care.)
"Hey Kanda… I was wondering if your coming over?" A voice buzzed innocently yet seductively in his ear.
Pausing for a minute, Kanda looked at the digital clock in the car. 10:24 "Sure," he said deciding that it was still to early to go home as he made a quick U-turn.
3:57 Third person's point of view.
Kanda gave out a frustrated groan as he ruffled out his slightly damp hair. Cursing himself for being foolish enough to fall asleep again. Granted, he woke up earlier than before, even though he was more exhausted.
The samurai sighed as the he unlocked the front door and entered it. Everything looked normal. The dark room, the shining television, and the white haired lump on the couch. However, the lump that was staring blankly ahead was not normal. Neither was the fact that the awake lump didn't move to greet Kanda.
Kanda cautiously put down his mugen and hanged his coat before approaching the unmoving lump. Only when Allen's hand moved to reach for a sake flask, did Kanda spotted the empty sake bottles that were overturned and scattered across the coffee table and floor. As Allen raise the flask to his lips and took several mouthfuls of alcohol, Kanda spoke.
"Oi, Allen, I thought you don't drink." The whitette slowly turned his head to look at the bluenette. Staring deep into the drunk man's eyes, Kanda did a double take; he shifted his eyes to look at Allen's face. The white haired man's eyes were glazed over and his face was completely blank of emotion and feeling.
"Huh?" Allen slurred as he tried to make sense of the figure in front of him and the words that were coming out of the figure's mouth.
"I said, I thought you didn't drink." Kanda said calmly, knowing full well that a drunk Allen was a dangerous and different one and that he had to be cautious. Yet Allen never let himself get drunk, only lightheaded, and it takes a lot just to get him lightheaded. Kanda thought as he tried to make sense of the situation before him.
"Oooooooh, look who's caring and kind now. What happen to the cold and distant Kanda that I've been living with." Allen said with eerie calmness as an amused expression colored his face. Calculative drunk. Just fucking GREAT. Kanda thought sourly.
"Che, whatever, I'm going to bed." I said as I got up while trying to avoid eye contact.
"Lookie, lookie, he's back." The drunk Allen said in his same monotone. "The cold and heartless asshole that's been cheating on me." Kanda froze in the middle of the hallway and whipped around in shock.
"What you think I don't know? I didn't, but as soon as I got drunk, everything made sense." Allen said as he rose to walk towards the shock stilled Kanda. Drunk eyes stared at the wary ones as Allen approached Kanda. "Trust in a loved one can cloud your judgement when you're sober, and there I was foolish enough to believe that you could have a caring bone in your body. As soon as I got drunk, insecurities arose and I thought about everything you did and how you acted. I realized that you showed all the signs of a cheater." As Allen spat the last word out, he stop in front of Kanda and glared up at him as Kanda stared blankly back.
"Che." Kanda said as he attempted to brush off everything the whitehead said. "You said it yourself. You're drunk. Lets get you to bed." Kanda reasoned as he reach for his husband's hand.
"Ha! Look at that. You didn't deny anything." Allen said as he snatched his hand from kanda's reach and swung it at Kanda's face. "BaKanda!" He screamed as his wrist was caught by the samurai.
"Shut it Allen." Kanda said as he slammed Allen's body against the wall. "If you forgot, we have a sleeping child right across the hall." He hissed, unaware that he accidently slammed Allen's head into the wall in his attempt to calm his drunk and angry partner.
Allen gave out a breathless laugh. "It's… Mo…ya…shi… Bakan…da." Allen said as he slid down the wall and passed out.
Kanda gave out a frustrated sigh and carried the pass-out form to their room. "Che." He said a he dropped the whitette onto the bed.
Allen was awaken by the sound of laughter and sizzling. Dazedly looking around his surroundings, he jolted into a sitting position when he realized that he was in his room. Then clutched his head when he felt an aching and pounding in his head that his sudden movement caused. How did I end up in my bed? And why does my head hurt? Allen thought cluelessly. The last thing I remembered was eating popcorn.
He stumbled out of bed and made his way to the kitchen where he smelt the distinct smell of bacon. He stood there in shock when he saw a familiar samurai standing in front of the stove. "K… Kanda." He said in a surprised tone, unaware that the samurai froze up when he heard Allen's voice. "Kanda! Hey… oh, so it was you that carried me to bed! Thanks! I was wondering how I ended up in bed."
Kanda turned around and gave Allen a cautious and confused expression. "You…? You don't remember what happened last night." Kanda ask bracing himself for the answered and was responded with a confused "huh?" from the whitette.
Kanda relaxed as he realized that his partner had no recollection of the events that unfolded a few hours ago and then turned around to look at the momentarily forgotten girl. "I'm taking Cecelia to school. Got it shortstack."
"IT'S ALLEN!" Allen said as he puffed out his cheeks in a irritated hmph. "Fine." He said as he turned around and walked back to his room with a soft smile on his face. Bakanda…
Lenalee's point of view
Nii-san called me to his office again. I sighed as I pushed open the door with the hand that wasn't holding a coffee cup. Before I entered the room, I turned to look behind my shoulder as if my subconscious felt a disturbing aura. Shrugging to myself, I entered the room. Surprised, I saw a familiar silver haired male in the room.
"LENALEE! My dear sister, how kind of you to bring your brother coffee!" I felt a blush spread across my cheeks as my brother enveloped me in a bone crushing hug.
"Yes nii-san," I sighed as I peeled my brother's arms from my body before I continued, "Now why did you call me to your office this time?"
"Oh." Brother said as he regained his composure. "Well, I assigned you and Allen on a mission that requires the unique abilities that you and Allen have." He said as I froze in temporary shock. Allen and me… on a mission… !?
*Sigh* that took foooreeeeeverrrrr.
Well at least it's over and I have a plan on what will happen in future chapters.
Sorry for the late update, I really didn't plan for it to take almost a month to update but between thinking up a plot and avoiding parents' questioning eyes, I couldn't really write as fast as I wanted. I mean at one point I even thought about slowly turning Allen into an alcoholic. I even wanted to quit the stories, but it was the reviews and the promise I made in the earlier chapter that pushed me on.
Then when the story actually was ready, I had trouble with my account! The Traffic Stats refuses to coroperate so I don't know how many viewers I'm getting. :(
Also, school's going to start on the first of september, so expect slower updates. Sorry.
Please excuse the grammar error.
Please follow and review. THANKS!
