A/N I do not own D GRAY MAN or NARUTO
"What? Like...for good? What do you mean?" "I've been out here since 8:00 this morning so, how many hours is that? Like nine?!" I looked around, at nothing in particular trying to figure out what the problem actually was. "What did you do? Uncle doesn't get mad over stupid stuff." He shook his wild red hair. "I don't know. I apologized but he said he wouldn't accept them if I don't even know what I was apologizing for." Lavi let out a long sigh before lying back on the grass, hands behind head. "I've tried everything but Allen won't let me in. You can try but there's no guarantee he's gonna open the door." I wonder what he did but anyway I'm going to carry out what I came here for. I slowly strode myself to the door, hearing the sound of furniture being moved. "Hey Unc, its Kuubi." To my surprise the door was immediately answered and the very frustrated Uncle of mine practically pulled me inside with all of his strength pushed me in a chair. Apparently he was cleaning but my question was why he continuously cleared his throat & ran his fingers through his hair every 14 seconds. The room was silent for a real long time until I finally gathered the courage to speak. "What's wrong?" Allen let out the breath he seemed to be holding in and collapsed in the seat across from me. "I've finally figured it out." My head cocked to the side kind of on its own as my curiosity and concern peaked my interest. "What are you talking about?" "It was…at first a theory…but now Im 100% sure I'm right." Again I thought, 'what is he talking about?' but something told me to just be quiet and listen. "Ok, Kuubi, I'll be blunt with you. Okay?" I nodded my head and waited intently, staring into my Uncle's baby blues eyes that would put the sky to shame. He took another deep breath and leaned forward, grasping my hands with his own. "When are you going to stop acting like Kyuri?" At those words I literally felt my heart skip a beat. "But...I……I" Was all I could utter out. "Now, I've been trying really hard…to the best of my abilities to respect your wishes. I remember you pointed a knife at me & begged, and screamed for me not to tell anyone. It may have taken me a while but now that I know why you are protecting that…that…sick man, as an adult, I have to take a stand." So…he figured it out huh? I sat there in silence, hands trembling between subtle fingers. In a split second I snapped & stood up furious. "NO! I PROMISED HIM!" Good thing Allen was a very patient man or I wouldn't have popped off at the mouth like I did. "Listen, I'm sure your brother would understand. It's for your own safety. You once told me that a part of you is telling yourself to get help and the other is not. I believe if you act more like yourself you could be able to y'know…mentally handle the situation. The Kuubi who was 6 years old always smiled & was happy about the smallest things. But Kyuri was the complete opposite of you. Ok, this is just a theory but you as in your real self know you need help but the non caring Kyuri side of you believes there's not a problem. I believe you've noticed something the first couple of times you were touched that your brother was jealous of you. I came to the conclusion that somewhere in between that time, he asked you to play his role in case something happened. So one day he caught Riku…and because it was not him, he went to tell & was murdered. Now that you saw a glimpse of that jealousy, you acted as him & let your promise overwhelm your thoughts. As of now, today…I believe that your beloved brother wanted you to suffer for his own jealousy. And he knew…he knew you were foolish & weak enough to do it. As much as I hate to say this Kuubi……you were set up. Your twin set you up & messed up your mind…" I couldn't think nor speak, not even breathe. What he said were lies…all lies. "YOU'RE A LIAR! DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK BAD ABOUT KYURI AGAIN!" He closed his eyes momentarily as I marched over to him & subconsciously & god knows I didn't mean to do it…I smacked my Uncle across the face, leaving a red mark on his unblemished cheek. It was the second time my heart skipped that day…when I realized what I had done. He calmly stood up, using the chair's arm for support. "Perhaps I won't." And with that, he grabbed his keys. "Just to let you know, I'm not giving up on you. Yet." Storming out of the house, he angrily walked to his car. "Lavi, you're forgiven, go back inside!" Lavi turned his head. "Really? Wait...what's going on?" "I'll deal with you when I get back, just go before I change my mind." "Huh?" "Lavi Bookman Jr, if you don't get in that house I swear." The red head shot up and ran to the steps like his life depended on it. "Okay, me inside house, now, gotcha, yes sir!" I started to get that sick feeling as Uncle Allen drove away in the pink Lamborghini. That's when something in me finally clicked. He was right. Right about everything, but part of me was refusing to believe which was a hint that Allen spoke the truth. In order to get help…I need to help myself.