Chapter Six
Allen turned around and headed back down the hall towards Lenalee's room. He paused at her door, not sure if he should go through with this idea or not. Just then, a huge fart erupted from the bathroom only a few feet away from where he was standing.
"What the friggin' hell was that?" someone yelled out from all the way in the living room.
"It must be Oscar," another person replied. "I told him not to eat all those Marshmallow Burgers. I gotta go help him!"
"No, you idiot! Don't you know how dangerous that would be? Do you have any idea how the mere smell of toxic diarrhea can shut down your nervous system? You have no idea what you're up against," cautioned another person.
At that point, Allen thought he should get the hell out of there just in case someone did come to save the guy in the washroom, or worse yet, in case the guy in the washroom himself decided to come out – yikes!
Allen quickly opened the door to Lenalee's bedroom and crept in. The room was dark, except for the glow of the moon, which by now was almost completely obscured by the neighbouring buildings and trees. He wanted to take in the beauty of this situation and explore her wonderful chamber, but he knew that it would be way too risky. For Lenalee would soon be finished her shower and making her way back to the very room which Allen was in. It was hard to see in the dark, but he could vaguely make out a large wardrobe at one end of the room. He clumsily trekked over to it, tripping over a small pile of stuffed animals, and opened the door. There was just enough room for him to fit. So, he climbed into the wardrobe and hid there among Lenalee's precious clothing. He could smell her unique scent arising from a frilly blouse beside him. He was giddy with joy, and could not believe that he was there.
Suddenly, he heard a toilet flush from behind the wall of the wardrobe. 'The washroom must be directly behind this wall,' he thought. Then, he could hear the sound of two people talking, but it was too distorted for him to understand it.
"That fat bastard better not be hitting on my Lenalee," Allen muttered to himself, "or else I'll show him what diarrhea is really all about!"
Just as Allen was thinking about how stupid that comment was that he made, he could hear the sound of the doorknob to Lenalee's room turning.
"Omfg!" he whimpered to himself in a whispery way, "Lenalee's coming!"
Sure enough, the door to the room opened and someone walked in. Allen couldn't see anything from where he was, but he knew that the light in the room was now on because he could see it coming through the crack in the door of the wardrobe. Allen's excited giddiness soon turned to fright as he thought about the possibility of Lenalee opening the wardrobe door to get a change of clothes. A sudden shiver shot up his spine as he pondered this.
"What if she sees me and freaks out? What if she thinks I'm some kind of perverted creeper? What if she calls Komui and tells him to beat the shit out of me?"
The possibilities were endless as Allen thought of his fate. But all of his fears subsided when the light of the room suddenly went out and he could hear the sound of someone getting into bed. It was now of never. Allen knew that he had to make his move before Lenalee fell asleep. Slowly, he pushed open the door of the wardrobe and moved across the floor towards Lenalee's bed in the darkness of the room.