Disclaimer: Seriously! I don't own D. Gray-Man! That is the honest to god truth!
AN: Sorry I didn't answer this earlier, but yes this is indeed an Allen x Lenalee story.
Allen: *mutters* Why do you enjoy torturing me?
Me: Because…
"Great job, boys!" Marian exclaimed observing Allen and Kanda's paint job on the kitchen. "Kanda, you can go home now."
"Finally!" he groaned walking eagerly out the door and into the night air.
"See you, Marian!" Marie said following Kanda and waving to Marian.
"Don't have too much fun at collage, Marie!" Marian laughed waving back.
"Ew," Allen shuttered.
"Oh, be quiet, you baby." Marian said smacking Allen's arm when the door closed. "Go get some clothes to change into at Komui's."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Allen muttered climbing up the stairs and holding his breath as he approached his newly painted room. He grabbed a bag and shoved a plain white tank, shorts, and an outfit for tomorrow inside of it.
He pounded down the stairs again and swung the bag over his shoulder, "I'm ready." Allen grumbled.
"Good," Marian said shouldering his knapsack. "Lets go!" he marched confidently out the door and got into the car.
The drive to Komui's house was agonizingly short, and Allen half wished that a drunk, driving a semi truck would come barreling down the street and into Marian's smaller blue truck. 'Kill me now,' he thought when the pulled up to the small home.
"Marian!" Komui exclaimed striding out the door in his bathrobe.
"Komui!" Allen heard Lenalee yell from inside the house, "Get your butt back in here!"
"In a moment, Lenalee!" he called behind him. He took Marian's hand and shook it warmly, "It's been too long, friend."
"Too long indeed." Marian chuckled. Komui led him into the house with Allen trailing sulkily behind them.
"Hey Allen!" Lenalee said when he walked into the room. She unexpectedly took his bag, "Come on, I'll show you where you're sleeping."
"O-okay," Allen stuttered. Marian chuckled and Allen shot him a look.
"Here," Lenalee tossed his bag into a room that had a single queen sized mattress on the floor. "Sorry for the mess, this is my room." she stated picking up dirty laundry off the floor.
"W-w-what?"
"This house only has one room, and one bathroom, both pretty small. I usually sleep in here and Komui sleeps on the couch in the living room, but now that you're here it seems that you and I will have to share a bed."
Sirens went of in Allen's head, 'WHAAAAT? That's - no don't think like that. She would think I was some kind of sicko.' Allen swallowed, "Um, yea, sure whatever," he said feigning calm and cool.
"Great! Come on," she grabbed his hand and led him back into the living room where Komui and Marian were chatting up a storm. "Hey!" Lenalee shouted demanding attention.
"What Lenalee?" Komui asked not looking at her, and then continued to talk to Marian.
She rolled her eyes then said, "Allen and I are getting married."
"WHAT?" Allen and Komui exclaimed in unison.
Komui was up at Allen in a flash, "How dare you think you could steal my precious Lenalee." he growled brandishing a gun that had popped up out of nowhere.
"I-it's not like that," Allen said shrinking under his death gaze. "And where did you get that?" he pointed to the gun.
Lenalee and Marian were rolling on the floor and laughing hard. "Classic, Lenalee, classic," Marian wheezed.
"I know, right?" Lenalee gasped clutching her stomach.
Komui suddenly seemed to get it, "That's just cruel." he muttered.
"Where the hell did the rifle go?" Allen said looking around.
Lenalee waved him down, "Have you guys eaten? I could whip something up real quick."
"Yes, we have eaten," Marian said still chuckling. "I think it's time for you two to go to bed, though."
"But it's only-" Allen glanced at a clock, "-three in the morning…"
"Exactly, so come here Allen so we can take off your headgear."
"He can take it off?" Lenalee asked.
"Yes, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep correct?" Marian said protruding a screw driver from his bag as Allen walked over to him.
"I guess not," Lenalee shrugged.
Allen sat on the floor and allowed Marian to unscrew the two screws that kept the headgear held tightly to his head. With a grunt Marian pulled the loosened metal contraption off of Allen's head, who sighed in relief when the pressure left his mouth. He rubbed his jaw and stood up. "I'm going to go change," he said, his lisp gone now that he could close his mouth properly.
"You do that," Marian said when Allen grabbed his bag and walked into the bathroom, closing it shut.
He quickly changed into the white tank top and shorts and walked back into Lenalee's room to drop off his stuff. Lenalee was there in her pajamas reading a book.
"Left or right?" she asked not looking at him.
"What?" he said confused.
"Do you want the left or right side of the bed?"
Allen flushed, "Which ever side you don't usually sleep on," he muttered.
"Okay then, you sleep on the right side."
Allen stepped over her and plopped himself down on the right side of the bed, as instructed. He yawned and stretched before lying down with his back facing Lenalee.
"Hey, what's with your arm?" Lenalee asked jolting Allen out of his almost-but-not-quite slumber.
Allen glanced at his left arm that was covered in scars from when he tried to leave the gang willingly. "Nothing," he said quickly.
"But, it's all scarred," Lenalee snatched his arm and began examining it, "Did you used to cut?"
"No!" Allen exclaimed pulling his arm away.
***Flashback***
"You want out, eh?" an elder boy said looming over Allen. His signature blade gleaming brightly in the street light that leaked into the alleyway. "We can't have that, now can we?"
The other members of the boy gang snickered darkly and got out there own weapons.
"N-no, don't," Allen stuttered backing away from them. He held up his arms defensively when his back bumped into a dead end.
The four boys flagged out, surrounding him, "First start with the arm then slowly move until all of his body is completely torn up," the leader, Josh, said. "But I get the first cut, you got that pretty boy?" he hissed in Allen's face. He held the knife up to Allen's left eye, splitting his vision.
"Stop it," Allen whispered staring as the knife edged closer to his face.
"Shut up, worm!" he snapped bringing the weapon down and cutting open Allen's face, just barley avoiding his eyeball.
"Augh!" Allen screamed clutching his cheek.
"Get 'em boys!" Josh said and they pounced on the smaller teen tearing obediently at his left arm.
"Stop it!" barked a voice at the entryway of the ally.
The boys glanced away from there work to find the source of the order. "Who do you think you are?" Josh growled. "You ain't got no control over us!"
"That may be true, but I can't just simply ignore this."
"Everyone else who has passed has," one of the other boys said.
"Well now, I'm not 'everyone else' am I?"
"Shut up!" Josh snapped angrily.
The man advanced, "I don't think so." he laughed.
***End Flashback***
"Its obviously something!" Lenalee protested holding Allen's arm tighter.
"Fuck off!" Allen barked his darker side bursting out suddenly as he wrenched his arm away. "Its none of your goddamn business!"
"Well, I'm so sorry for being concerned!" Lenalee cried flipping over and pulling the covers over her head.
'Ugh, I did it again,' Allen thought to himself, 'oh well, its for her own good.' He tucked the covers under his chin and fell asleep.
~The next morning~
"Good morning!" Komui exclaimed bursting into the room and throwing the blinds open.
"Mmmm!" Allen groaned stuffing his head under a pillow.
"That's not a very nice way to wake up teenagers, Komui." Marian said from the doorway, still in his pajamas and clutching a pillow.
"Don't care!" Komui sang ripping the covers off of Lenalee and Allen.
"C-c-cold," Lenalee muttered hugging her pillow.
Komui gasped dramatically. "What's with that position you two?"
For the first time Lenalee noticed that her pillow was oddly warm, and, breathing…. "Huh?" she said lifting her head slightly. She saw that her pillow just so happened to have white hair and a white tank top on. "Huh?" she exclaimed bolting up and skittering away from him.
"Shut your faces," Allen moaned, not aware of the situation. He shivered, suddenly cold. "Go die in a hole Komui," he glared sitting up.
"I'm afraid there is no hole nearby," Komui shrugged, "If you want breakfast get it now!" he called walking out of the room with Marian following.
"Ruuude," Allen said getting up and glancing at Lenalee who was blushing furiously and looking away. "What's up?" he asked curiously.
"N-nothing," she stuttered and hurried away. Allen shrugged and followed her into the small kitchen.
"Pancakes!" Komui sang holding out two plates to the groggy teens.
"That is not a pancake," Allen said looking at the charred batter on the plastic Barney plate.
"Brother," Lenalee groaned pushing the plate away. "I told you not to cook; you'll just end up wasting food."
"You don't approve of my cooking," Komui pouted.
"No, we don't," Marian, Allen, and Lenalee said in unison. They glanced at each other a moment then laughed.
"No fair," Komui wined. "Nobody's on my side" "To bad," Lenalee said opening a cupboard and pulling out a huge bag of cereal that was half empty. "I hope every one likes store brand frosted flakes." she said sheepishly getting out four bowls. "Sure," Allen shrugged, 'I've had worse' he added as an after thought. "But I wanted pancakes," Marian whimpered. "Shut it," Allen growled. "What?" he asked innocently. Lenalee handed them each a bowl of cereal and laughed, "Who's the father again?" she asked jokingly. "Now what do you mean by that?" Marian said, not getting it.
Allen rolled his eyes, "Forget it." "I don't get it either," Komui pointed out. "You wouldn't" Lenalee sighed. "What the heck does that mean?" he asked. "Words," she shrugged finishing her cereal and putting the bowl in the sink.
AN: I know this chapter cut off kinda short and I'm afraid I don't want to fix that, so deal with it and wait for the next chappy!