Would you like to know what I'm doing right now? Well…I'm going to tell you anyway, so sit tight. I'm listening to the Okami soundtrack and reading D. Gray-Man, while attempting to watch it on Youtube, while writing this story, while writing my other story, while drawing with the tablet I just bought. It's all very…muddled up. So. Yeah. That's it. Da-dum, must keep reading so I can get farther.

Thanks for your continued reading, and let's go. ONWARD. :0

…this translation is horrible. Actually, I don't want to read D. Gray-Man right now. Gasp. I'm sorry I even said such a thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man.

Chapter Summary: Onward to the Headquarters! Huzzah!

"What happened, anyway?" asked Allen, while Lenalee pulled the already-too-tight bandage tighter around his arm.

"We had to dig you out," said Lavi cheerfully, apparently enjoying watching Allen's suffering. "You were a bloody mess. I guess that's nothing new, though."

Allen remembered those horrifying last moments when the entire roof had come crashing down on his poor little head. And then he decided he'd rather not, looking out the window instead.

The trio had managed to somehow make their way to another town, all the while being blown about by the still-severe wind. There, they'd found out that they were far, far, far off course for their intended destination. Leave it to Lavi to get them completely lost.

"Stop moving," Lenalee commanded, tugging on yet another bandage. "You're so fidgety."

"Well, can you really blame him?" Lavi surveyed the scene with interest. "It's like you're trying to squeeze the life out of him."

"Feels like it, too," said Allen, grimacing, for which he received a hard tug on the bandage. He decided he'd shut up.

Looking out the window of the train they'd managed to find, Allen sighed. He still couldn't quite figure out how he'd wound up where he was. It had gone from a picnic to running from zombies to riding on a train in the middle of nowhere. At least they were on their way home, though…

"Ouch!" cried Allen, as Lenalee pulled yet another bandage too tight. "Lenalee!"

"Calm down," said Lenalee, ripping the bandage free of its original roll. "I'm done. And maybe if you'd stop getting bloodied up all the time, then-"

A sudden commotion stopped Lenalee mid-sentence, and all three looked up towards the frosted glass of the door to their compartment.

And then they heard something that made their blood run cold.

"Aw, no," groaned Lavi, "Not another problem. What is it with today and problems?"

Allen banged his head against the window, which actually hurt a lot. "Why me? Why me?"

"H-hey, guys, cheer up," said Lenalee, smiling uncertainly. "I'm sure nothing will-"

Just then, the compartment door flew open, and there, to the grim annoyance of all three occupants, stood a man. But not just any man. No, this was a man who was loudly declaring his purpose for being on the train.

"Hey!" yelled the man, not using his inside voice. "I'm a train robber, and I want your money!"

"Are you kidding me?" cried Lavi, smacking himself on the forehead. "Seriously, really?"

The man sneezed behind the red bandana covering the lower half of his face. He narrowed his eyes, because these people seemed more irritated than annoyed. What was up with robbery victims these days? Oh well, as long as he got his money.

Problem was, they weren't handing that over, either. No, far from it. The short one with the weird white hair and all the bandages…he was busy banging his head against the train window. Meanwhile, the eye-patched one was yelling profanities and talking about zombies and whatnot. And the girl was desperately trying to calm the both of them down. It didn't seem to be working.

"Hello?" said the bandit. "I said I want your money."

"You can say all you want," snapped Lavi, "You're not getting anything, you…what are the chances?"

"Slim to none," groaned Allen, "But the very train we just happened to get on has to be overtaken by a train robber."

"Allen, quit it! You're going to smash your head open!" chided Lenalee, tugging on his arm.

Fed up, the train robber grabbed Lenalee by the arm, because she looked the least able to hurt him.

"Give me your money, or I'll take this instead!" cackled the bandit, sure he had solved the problem.

Boy, was he wrong.

Head turning ever so slightly, Lenalee fixed the robber with a ferocious glare at the same time Allen jumped up and looked at him darkly. The poor bandit only had time to panic briefly before he was suddenly pummeled into the ground by the both girl and the short kid.

"Well," said Lavi, looking at the battered body of the poor bandit, "I guess that's over with…" He looked uneasily at Allen and Lenalee, who stared down at the poor guy without remorse.

"He deserved it," said Lenalee flatly, kicking the guy once more for good measure.

"He did," agreed Allen, cracking his knuckles.

Lavi inched away from the pair.

It was going to be a long ride.

**********

Komui cackled softly as he put the finishing touches on his Revenge plan. He made sure to put lots and lots of flourished, slashing the pen here, there, everywhere. Finally, he stepped back and surveyed it.

"It's everything I dreamed it would be!" he cried, clapping. "Member A, isn't it glorious? Isn't it marvelous?"

Member A, from his position huddling in the corner, just nodded, too scared to even speak.

"When that Allen Walker gets back," Komui continued, "I will make him pay. And he'll pay in blood and tears, you mark my words, Member A."

And Member A believed him.

Poor, poor Allen Walker.

**********

Although it had required an hour-long stop, authorities had managed to come aboard and arrest the robber, who, to their confusion, was already badly beaten when they arrived.

Bored, Lavi stared at the ceiling, wondering what he could do. And then, suddenly, he remembered. Yes, he would ask about that. That would be sure to make something interesting happen.

"So," said Lavi, casually propping his feet up on the opposite seat. "That zombie shack was crazy, huh?"

Allen, who had been staring out the window, glanced over absentmindedly. "Huh."

"Although there's one thing I'm still not clear about," prodded Lavi, ready to go in for the kill.

Suddenly getting what Lavi was trying to do, Allen sat up straight. So far, Lenalee hadn't mentioned that, and he had kind of been hoping she'd forgotten all about it. He was not going to let Lavi screw things up.

"Before I came barging in, you know," Lavi was saying, before he was stopped by a hard kick in the leg.

"Sorry, slipped," said Allen innocently.

Glaring, Lavi would not be silenced.

Lenalee watched the two, confused. What was it with guys and kicking each other?

As Lavi kept trying to talk, Allen kept kicking him in the leg, and pretty soon an all-out brawl was on the horizon. They were very nearly at each other's throats, and Lenalee was getting worried about having to pay for damages.

"Guys, guys," she said, trying to break it up, "I'm sure…well, I don't really know what's going on, but-"

"Allen!" Lavi cried, struggling to keep Allen from socking him in the jaw, "I'm going to find out about that kiss sooner or later!"

Allen froze. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Completely forgetting that he had been about to punch Lavi, Allen glanced worriedly at Lenalee. Maybe she hadn't…

Lenalee's face, which was turning red and completely blank, told him that no, she hadn't completely forgotten about that tiny little incident.

Sitting back, his battle won, Lavi smirked. "I never thought you-"

"Sh-shut up, Lavi," hissed Allen, terrified of what was going to happen.

"I don't want to talk about this," said Lenalee.

Lavi tapped his fingers against the wooden armrest of the seat. "What, you want it to hang over your friendship like a huge deadly pendulum, just waiting to come crashing down and cause a bloody, gory mess?"

Allen and Lenalee both nodded quickly.

Darn, Lavi had thought for sure that simile would work. What was he supposed to do now?

"It'll grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and then one of you will kill the other one, just to get the problem out of the way," Lavi said, grasping at straws. "We'll have a murder on our hands."

Frankly, Allen could've held out not talking about it forever, but apparently Lenalee had had enough. Maybe it was Lavi's predictions of the future, but, more likely, it was that it was driving her nuts.

"Allen," said Lenalee, standing up. "I can't believe you did that."

And then she slapped poor Allen across the face.

"You're were going to eat the cookie!" cried Allen, clutching his poor cheek. "What else was I supposed to do! Didn't you ever learn not to take cookies from strangers?"

Lenalee, on a roll, got all up in Allen's face. "Why didn't you just tell me not to eat the cookies?"

"What was I supposed to say? 'Lenalee, don't eat those cookies, I'm sure they're laced with cyanide'? It's not like you were listening to me, anyway!"

Lavi watched on in interest. Really, stuff like this was so entertaining! He wondered who'd win? Lenalee, probably. Yes, in a bet, he'd place his money on Lenalee.

"Don't you know…ARGH. Don't you know that was my first kiss? You stole my first kiss!" Lenalee jabbed Allen in the chest several times for emphasis. It was apparently a big deal.

"Then don't count it!" Allen cried, throwing up his arms with frustration.

Lenalee huffed. "You can't just not count it!" Secretly, deep, deep, deep down, Lenalee had really wanted Allen to be her first kiss, but there was no way she was admitting that. Ever.

"Look-" Allen started, but he was cut off by another slap from Lenalee.

"Don't you even try to talk your way out of this one, Allen Walker!" Lenalee stepped even closer. And then she did something horrible and awful and completely unexpected. Right when Allen was about to say something in his defense, (because the slapping really wasn't pleasant and the incident really wasn't his fault), Lenalee turned up her face and kissed him. Right on the lips.

"There," said Lenalee, when she was finished, smirking at the shock on Allen's face. "We're even." And then she turned, slid open the compartment door, and flounced out.

Allen staggered backwards and landed with a thud on the seat next to Lavi. And Lavi, who had been watching the whole thing with interest, whistled, glee evident in his eye. This had been one of the most amusing fights ever.

RAHR. I'm so sorry it took so very long for me to update. I got…sidetracked and overloaded and oh my. So again, I'm very sorry. I'll try to get the next update to you much sooner. But worry not, I didn't forget about this story. Although, as you can see, it's winding to a bit of a close soon. Not after Komui carries out his plan, though.

Okay then, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing, which might might might be reviewing this? Huh? Huh? You know you want to. :3

And then, until next time!

On a side note, it's been really cold and snowing. I'm so happy. ;_;