Hello again. Hurr, already on the fourth chapter. Fourth? Sorry if it's too long for you. I hope you still keep reading, even though the plot's getting longer than I had originally planned. It's like…I come up with these ideas, and then I have to fit them all into the story.

Anyway, I won't bore you with my drivel. I suddenly want to draw a picture of Lavi, but I won't do that, either. I'll write, write, write, on the other story, too, so you can read, read, read. Please?

Disclaimer: I don't know how many time's you and I will be forced to suffer through this, so let's make it short and sweet. I don't own D. Gray-Man.

Chapter Summary: With the notebook, Lavi thinks he's found a valuable clue…

Allen lay flat on his back on the cold, hard floor. Why was he always getting battered and bruised and used as a weapon for someone else's personal gain? Why him?

"I really didn't want Kanda to read that," Lenalee suddenly said, from her position sprawled across Allen's shins. She sounded grouchy and nervous, and, if you knew what she'd written in that notebook, you'd know why.

Allen sighed. If it wasn't one thing it, it was the other, and besides, Lenalee was surprisingly heavy. He felt his tibias cracking, he was sure of it. He did not have the heart, however, to tell Lenalee to "move it or lose it."

Suddenly, Lenlaee realized she was crushing Allen's legs and quickly hoisted herself up, all the while apologizing.

"I'm sorry," Lenalee said again, completely flustered. "I'm really sorry."

Allen pushed himself up. "It's not your fault," he said, darkly thinking of Lavi and all the things he'd like to do to him. Just when he was deciding between the crowbar and the hammer, however, Allen felt an odd sensation on his forehead. And when he reached up, to his horror, his hand came away a bloody mess.

"L-L-Lenalee," Allen stammered, suddenly feeling a bit of panic, "I think-"

"Oh no," gasped Lenalee, confirming Allen's worst fears, "Your forehead…"

Slapping one hand over the blood-soaked band-aid, he pleaded, "Please, please, please don't tell Komui! Please!" Who knew what horrible torture Komui would inflict on him in an attempt to "fix" it?

Lenalee bit her lip and stared at the dripping blood. Oh, it'd probably be fine if she got a thicker bandage…and with that, she grabbed Allen by the hand and marched him right back down to the kitchen.

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Lavi sat in the kitchen, staring excitedly at the notebook Kanda had pilfered. He was sure it was going to be juicy, what with girls and diaries and all. Now he would find out what was going on!

"Just open the thing already," Kanda grouched. He'd risked his life for that thing; Lavi had better use it well.

Rubbing at the bruise on his right cheekbone, (Kanda had gotten a bit of revenge), Lavi stared at the book a moment more before asking, "Well, what page?"

"The last one, stupid," said Kanda, glaring.

"All right, all right, no need to get snappy," Lavi said, flipping the book open to the last page. He cleared his throat and began to read in his best high-pitched Lenalee voice.

" 'Today, I saw a really adorable bunny outside. I wonder where it lives? Maybe I should get some carrots to put out for it, since it's getting kind of cold outside.' "

Lavi stopped, slightly disappointed, but continued when he saw that there was much more writing on the page.

" 'Lavi did something stupid again today. We were outside, and he decided he'd try and stick his tongue to a pole. It was frosty last night, and I guess he wanted to see if his tongue would really stick. I told him it would, but he didn't listen, and…' "

Lavi stopped again. He looked over at Kanda, who was now listening intently. Personally, Lavi would rather not talk about that incident, or how he had been screaming for help the whole time he'd been stuck to the pole. Or how much it had hurt when Allen and Lenalee had finally helped pull his tongue off.

"Uh, I don't think any of this is important," said Lavi hastily, intending to skim the rest of the page before reading anything again.

Kanda, however, had other ideas. "Read it. Now."

So Lavi really had no choice but to read. But, since he was reading, he took the liberty of skipping certain parts. And then he stumbled across something truly promising. Well, not to-the-point promising, but promising nonetheless.

" 'I ran into Kanda today,' " Lavi read, " 'He acts like a big jerk who hates everyone, but I'm positive that, inside, he really likes everyone. Even Allen. I'm sure he's just a big softie when it comes down to it. In fact, the other day, I-' "

"That's enough," Kanda abruptly snapped, eye twitching. "This is irrelevant. Skip to the important parts."

"Singing a different tune, are we?" mumbled Lavi, skimming down the page. To his utter disappointment, he didn't see one single promising thing…wait a minute…

"Hey, here's something, I think." Lavi held the page closer to his face, since the handwriting was getting sort of cramped. " 'I wonder if maybe Allen…' "

"If maybe Allen what?" said Kanda, still glowering.

Lavi shut the book and tossed it onto the table, disappointed. "That's it. That's all it says. What kind of person doesn't even trust their own diary?"

Kanda, however, was staring at Lavi, annoyance showing. How could one guy be so stupid? Well, it was Lavi, but still…

"Hey," said Lavi, frowning. "Why are you giving me that 'how could one guy be so stupid' look?"

"Because your stupidity astounds me," said Kanda. "I can't believe you still don't-"

Just then, the kitchen door flew open and in rushed Lenalee, dragging a pale Allen behind her.

"H-hi, guys," said Allen weakly, still clutching his poor, bleeding head.

"Uh…hi, Allen," said Lavi, staring at the blood that was starting to run out from between Allen's fingers. "I…thought you took care of that?"

"Allen, stop talking and get over here," Lenalee ordered, brandishing a wet hand towel.

Leaving them to whatever it was they were up to, Lavi turned to Kanda. "What were you going to say?"

Kanda just jerked his head towards Allen and Lenalee.

"I know they're in here, but-" began Lavi, before Kanda kicked him in the shin. Hard.

So Lavi, sulking, just watched the two at the sink, mind mostly on how much of a jerk Kanda was. He did, however, begin to notice how horribly red Allen's face was as Lenalee carefully scrubbed the blood off his somewhat-gaping forehead wound.

"Ehm…has that thing gotten bigger?" said Lavi, staring at the gash.

Kanda sighed. Oh well, it wasn't his problem if the big idiot didn't get it.

And then, suddenly, something dawned on Lavi. His face took on a look of utter shock as he stared somewhat off into space. He stayed that way for a few moments, looking much like a mannequin.

Finally napping out of it, Lavi turned and looked at Kanda. "Are you saying…"

Kanda just rolled his eyes.

Scrambling up from his chair, which caused it to nearly fly across the room, Lavi grabbed Kanda's arm and yanked him out of the kitchen and into the hall.

As soon as they were safely out of the kitchen, Lavi let loose.

"Do you mean to tell me that Lenalee and Allen-"

"No." Kanda cut him off. "I mean to tell you that they're both stupid, just like you are."

Lavi scowled. "I resent that, you know."

"I know," said Kanda, brutally honest.

"So," Lavi said, ignoring Kanda's last comment, "Lenalee has a thing for Allen?"

Kanda was fed up with the conversation and with the shallow insight of some people. He decided to get one more jab in. "You're a moron."

Unfortunately, to Kanda's annoyance, Lavi wasn't even paying attention to his attempted insults. He was too busy finally putting two and two together and realizing that it made four.

"I guess that would explain why Allen's been so spaced-out," said Lavi, "But he didn't even seem to realize he was spaced-out. Unless…oh, wow, this is like some fantastic soap opera, only without the poison and the jealous rivals. Unless…" He shot a look at Kanda, who nearly bit off his head.

"Don't even go there," snarled Kanda. He was not weighed down by petty human emotions, and felt insulted that Lavi would even suggest such a thing. Wait a…Lavi didn't know about that incident with the cat, did he?

Probably not, considering the complicated and flawed equation Lavi was weaving in order to add two and two. Plus, if he knew about something like the cat, Kanda would never hear the end of it. No, he was safe for now.

"But it's totally obvious about Lenalee, right?" asked Lavi, trying to get things straight, although, to him, it had not been obvious in the least. "But neither of them…"

"No, they're too stupid." Kanda turned to go. "I'm tired of this. Leave me alone."

But he was not to get away, as Lavi's arm shot out and snagged his sleeve.

"Wait, Kanda!" said Lavi. "You and I can't allow true love to go unrealized!"

He'd kill him. He'd kill Lavi and be done with it.

Lavi continued on, unaware of Kanda's dark thoughts. "Let's go, Kanda! Fight for love!"

And with that, before he could even slit Lavi's throat, Kanda was being dragged off down the hallway to an unknown destination. All he knew was that he was going to fight for love, and he didn't like it one bit.

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"There," said Lenalee, patting down the thicker bandage. "It'll probably be fine now."

"Probably?" Allen poked at it, unsure.

Lenalee smacked his hand away. "Well, not if you keep doing that," she said. She would not have her efforts wasted by a boy who didn't know the meaning of "leave the bandage alone now, Allen."

Allen sighed and looked around, wondering where Lavi and Kanda had gotten off to. Well, he didn't really blame Kanda for running off; one, he was an antisocial jerk, and two, Lenalee was out to get him. And Lavi…well, Allen himself was out to get Lavi.

"Oh, well," said Allen, turning to Lenalee. He was about to suggest their next plan of action…that is, until he noticed Lenalee staring fixedly at him. Actually, it seemed more like she were staring through him and, to be frank, it was creeping him out.

"Lenalee?" Allen said tentatively, glancing around nervously. "Is…something the-"

"Nothing's the matter!" Lenalee's eyes suddenly snapped back to reality, and she began smoothing her skirt frantically. "Nothing's the matter at all, and I really think we should probably go…go…um, do something…the things we need to do! And we should probably go…wherever we need to be going! Right now!"

Startled, Allen stared at her. What was she talking about? Last time he checked, he really had nothing he had to be doing and nowhere he had to be going. Although he couldn't really remember…maybe there was something he was forgetting?

A sudden squeak made both perplexed Allen and uneasy Lenalee look towards the offending door just in time to see Lavi peeking through.

"Lavi, we've already seen you," said Allen flatly when Lavi tried to duck out of site.

So Lavi really had no choice but to casually walk in, as if he had planned it all along.

"Guys, guys, guys," said Lavi, "You're so tense!"

Lenalee looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Where's Kanda?"

Lavi shrugged. "He's off brooding somewhere like you know he does."

It was true, Kanda did like his brooding.

"Oh, hey, Allen's forehead," said Lavi, as if suddenly noticing something. He strolled across the room, hands behind his back.

"You were here when it happened, remember?" Lenalee was suspicious. She knew it had been Lavi's idea for Kanda to sneak into his room; Kanda seemed much more likely to actually socialize with people than to pull that kind of stunt. Just what was Lavi up to, anyway?

"No, no," said Lavi, acting concerned. He leaned forward and squinted, as if trying to see it better. "That's not it. Is it…well, just look at it."

Allen, starting to get worried, tried to look up at his own forehead, a feat which proved difficult, if not impossible.

Lenalee, too, leaned forward and squinted, still wondering what Lavi was up to. "Where? I don't see anything."

Closer and closer came Lavi, until he was standing close enough for the group to form a trio. He pointed to the bandage on Allen's forehead. "See? Right there."

Allen became nervous with two people staring so closely at his poor, banged-up forehead.

Leaning closer still, Lenalee shook her head. "I still don't-"

Suddenly, both Lenalee and Allen felt something shove them from behind. It was a good, hard shove, too, not the pansy kind that goes on in girl fights. It was hard enough, anyway, to send them crashing into each other. And that was how, to their complete and utter horror, Allen and Lenalee ended up sharing, quite by accident, a teeny, tiny, insignificant little kiss.

Or was it?

Ah, watching Psych and D. Gray-Man at the same time. It's amazing, it really is. Evil Santa…and…well, evil other things. Right. I missed the Psych Christmas special, so I'm watching it online. It makes me laugh. :D

Oh, anyway. Um…I've…forgotten what I was about to say. Sorry. Thank you for reading, and I'm looking forward to any reviews you happen to give. And thank you for all your wonderful ideas; I'll try to get them in there soon. Seems as if this story is growing and growing and growing. I hope you don't mind. XD

Hm. I seem to have used a lot of italicized words in this one.