Time for chapter…what is it…four? I think. Sorry for the title pun. I had to do it. XD

I think L would be very good at karaoke, incidentally. Hm. Maybe I'm just oddly hooked on karaoke, but it looks like people have such fun doing it. Not that I'd ever volunteer…

Now, let's get on with it. Sorry for the rambling…again. Thank you for your gracious reviews, Optimistic Pessimist, addenza, Kiarra-Chan, and Neko-sama no Kokoro. And thank you to all the readers who actually read this story; I hope you, too, enjoy it. And now to the story. I'm tired of being serious. Although I am seriously grateful.

About the songs appearing: I know they don't fit with the supposed time period of D. Gray-Man, but since I'm writing this, they can be there. It's like magic. Only…not really.

Disclaimer: I do this every time. I wish I didn't have to…but…I think I'd have to keep it up, even if I didn't have to, if that makes any sense…I don't own D. Gray-Man. Or any of the songs that may show up, for that matter.

Chapter Summary: Our heroes (?) find shelter at a lonely inn! What disasters lie in wait?

Komui stormed through the halls, yelling for Lenalee. People jumped out of his path of destruction and hid in unused rooms, just in case.

"I always knew that Allen would lead my darling Lenalee astray!" Komui shouted and sobbed at the same time, resulting in some odd, hiccupping screech. "Lenaleeeeeeee…"

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Lenalee felt awful, and not just because she had fallen off a ridiculously high cliff and smacked right into a tree. No, she felt incredibly guilty for having nearly killed poor Allen, who still hadn't woken up. Why couldn't she just have waited to have a picnic another day?

"You know," said Lavi suddenly, "Staring at him with that scary look on your face isn't going to help. If anything, it'll probably give him nightmares."

Lenalee sighed, glumly resting her chin in her hands.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and both Lenalee and Lavi looked over.

"Excuse me," said a woman's voice, "I'm here with the food you requested…"

Lavi jumped up. "Ah, yes, food." He opened the door, and there, in all its glorious edible finery, was a cart full of the most dazzling food ever. Well, maybe. This opinion may have been slightly skewed by the fact that Lavi hadn't eaten since that fortune cookie and Lenalee hadn't even gotten to eat the picnic food she'd packed.

A groan from behind them made Lavi and Lenalee turn in surprise. And, lo, there was Allen, sitting up wearily, stomach growling.

"My head's killing me and I'm starving," said Allen, wincing as his head throbbed and his stomach rumbled. Pain and hunger are not a happy combination.

Lenalee nearly cried tears of joy that her friend wasn't in a permanent coma. "Oh, Allen, I'm so glad you're not dead," she said, as the poor maid stood and watched on in confusion.

"Um…should I call the doctor?" said the maid worriedly, wondering what in the world had happened and why these weird people had ordered so much food.

"No, no, we're fine," Lavi reassured her. "I'm pretty sure he didn't suffer any severe brain trauma, and his face looks okay."

The maid shifted uncomfortable. "Um…o…kay? I'll just…leave this here…" And with that, she hurried out of the room and down the stairs at the end of the hallway.

Allen, taking the apple Lenalee offered him, looked at Lavi curiously.

"Don't ask, Allen, don't ask," said Lenalee, sighing.

"Oh, but there's one thing I really want to ask." Lavi, who had sunk nonchalantly into a chair, stared fixedly at Allen. "Namely, what were you doing at the bottom of a cliff, and why do you look like you got hit by a train?"

"What?" Allen stared back at Lavi. "I look like I got hit by a train?"

"Well," said Lavi, thinking, "I guess you're slightly less bloody than someone who's been hit by a train, but yeah, you look pretty bad off. Especially that blood trickling down the right side of your face."

"W-what?" Allen, panicked, touched the right side of his face. It came away bloody.

"See?" said Lavi, blinking.

"You're right!" cried Allen, properly freaking out.

Lenalee's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God, Allen, what did you do?"

"Nothing!" Allen blinked as the blood began to seep into his poor eye. "Augh, it's in my eye! It's in my eye!"

"Bandages, bandages!" Lenalee cried, searching frantically for some sort of bandage. "I don't think we have any!"

Lavi sat back and snorted. They were so amusing.

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"Allen, sit still," chided Lenalee, trying to wrap yet another layer of bandage around Allen's wounded head. She still felt horrible about the falling-off-the-cliff incident, and was apparently trying to make up for it by taking too much care of Allen's head.

Lavi, still in his chair, watched with a bemused expression as he ate a muffin. "I didn't think it was possible to care for someone too much, but I guess you really can love someone to death."

"Lenalee," groaned Allen, "Be careful. You're going to poke out my eye."

Twitching slightly, Lenalee whopped Allen in the head and chucked a cup at Lavi's at the same time.

Lavi sulked and went back to gnawing on his muffin.

"There," said Lenalee when she was finally done, giving Allen's head a little pat. "All better."

"Um, yeah," said Allen, not sure his minor cut deserved such…er…"loving" care. "Say, Lenalee, where are we?"

Lenalee shrugged. "I don't know. Some village somewhere. Lavi had to carry you all the way here."

Allen looked sullenly at Lavi, who smirked, and Lenalee suddenly flushed, remembering how absolutely adorable poor little Allen had looked.

"So, you see," said Lavi, picking up the story, "My fortune cookie was right all along. Sorry about tripping over you."

Allen's expression darkened. "What?"

"Yeah, you were just lying there on the ground, and I didn't see you," said Lavi, grinning nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I didn't break anything."

"No, that part's my fault," sniffed Lenalee. "If I hadn't wanted to go on a picnic…"

"N-no, Lenalee," Allen said quickly, trying to shake off his doom-and-gloom aura. "It's not your fault at all."

Lavi stared at them intently. Allen and Lenalee turned to look at him, "picnic?" almost visibly hanging in the air above his head. Eyes twitching, they stared back at him silently, daring him to ask.

And he did.

"Picnic? Eh? Picnic?" asked Lavi, poke-poke-poking them with each of his words.

Lenalee stood up so fast her chair fell over. "I'm going downstairs," she said stiffly, and marched out the door, leaving poor Allen helplessly in Lavi's clutches.

Lavi slid his chair closer. "So what's this I hear about a picnic, A-llen?"

"N-nothing," said Allen, eyes narrowed stubbornly.

"N-n-n-n-nothing?" Lavi poked.

Allen looked around desperately, and, head still pounding slightly, decided to make a run for it. He could still make it. Probably.

As Lavi inched his chair closer and closer and closer, Allen hopped out of bed, wobbling a little as he attempted to get his bearings.

"A-llen," sang Lavi, "What's this I hear about a picnic?"

And with that, Allen took to his heels and made for the door.

"Oi!" Lavi jumped out of his own chair, sending it skittering across the wooden floor. "Where do you think you're going?"

Allen, hearing Lavi's running footsteps behind him, ran faster. Almost to the stairs, almost to the stairs, almost to the stairs…

And yes, Allen was almost to the stairs. Unfortunately, he was a bit closer than he'd thought and, unable to stop in time, tripped, a mistake which sent him falling, headfirst, down the entire flight of stairs.

Eh heh heh heh. Falling down stairs. It seems oh so painful. Oh well. Poor Allen will just have to endure. Uh…what else…please review? I really love reviews. They make me so happy. I want to know if you liked it. If you really don't want to review, though, please keep reading. I'll try my best to make it a good one. And don't forget, I'm always open to ideas. (Kiarra-Chan, thanks for the idea. I'll be sure to stick it in there soon-ish.)

Oh, sorry, I just realized I didn't get to the karaoke. Oops.