Thank you to Ryuakilover and soursupergirl for reviewing! This chapter is on time (sorta *cough cough*) yay! I've started two other DGM stories that have most of my attention at the moment. Both are far closer to cannon and rather similar as well as… Depressing? Dark is probably the best word, very dark. Which comes more naturally to me than this happy story, if you could call it that. I'll post those soon enough. Maybe. Anyways, please review and enjoy!
Chapter 6: Confusion
The journey was ultimately doomed. First, Allen had little sense of direction and got lost ridiculously easy. Second, he did not actually intend on going to the library. He ventured halfway there before detouring to one of the few rooms he remembered the specific location of: the music room. He found it quickly but was unsure of what to do upon arrival. There's no way I can play during school without getting caught… Instead he just ducked into the room, closing the door behind him, and sitting there. He sat there the rest of lunch, back against the wall in the dark, comforting himself with the knowledge their was an instrument among the shadows that could bring him something other than despair.
The bell rang, startling Allen. He jumped up and quickly exited the room. He scrambled to find his schedule, using it to jog his memory instead of reading. Krory, Lotto, Gil, then Reever right? That was… Finding the room was harder than anticipated, but Allen managed to duck into class just as the bell was ringing. He was instantly uneasy of the teacher. As far as first impressions go, Reever came off as strict and someone who's temper you did not want to press. Upon entering the room, Allen was startled to find a small but well structured class. They were already silent and anticipating the lesson when he barged in.
"Allen right? Please have a seat over there by Lenalee. The seating chart is mandatory so get comfy. I also expect you to be slightly more prepared, than most teachers oh- and lose the hood." All of this was spoken nonchalantly but with a subtle hint of strictness. The majority of Allen's unease rose from the fact that Reever never once looked up from the paper he was grading. Allen scurried across the classroom and sat behind Lenalee as instructed. He began to pull out his notebook when a cough captured his attention. Reever was looking, glaring directly at him. All of his previous teachers and been too distracted to take notice of his disobedience of school policy. Allen fidgeted slightly, vainly attempting to delay the inevitable before reaching up and nudging the hood off his head. His snow-white hair was a stark contrast to that of everyone else in the room. Reever said nothing.
He rose and moved on to the lecture. It was briefer than 's but packed full of more information. Allen wasn't even sure he was speaking english by the end. At one point he simply ceased speaking and sat back down. The room filled with shuffling papers and thumps as the rest of the class pulled out thick textbooks and turned to seemingly random pages, jotting down numbers and letters then scribbling paragraphs below. He was completely flustered by his lose of understanding, and frustrated, pulled out his schedule. He flipped it over to the backside, then glanced over Lenalee's shoulder. He copied down one of the strange sentences and set to work on figuring it out. Meaning he spent the rest of class staring at the foreign equation. The bell rang and everyone gladly evacuated the class. Lenalee hung back, a silent reminder that Allen should talk to Reever about additional work.
Allen sighed before slinking unwillingly over to his desk. His fingers itched to pull his hood back on and make a hasty retreat.
"Do you know where your next class is?" Reever asked as he approached, once again remaining focused on his work. Allen thought to the large gym, then nodded.
"Lenalee, would you mind going ahead? I would like to have a word with Allen." Lenalee nodded, cast Allen an uneasy '"good-luck" smile, and exited. Surprisingly, Reever halted in his work to look Allen in the eye.
"Did everything make sense." Allen nodded, unable to flat out lie under the intense gaze.
"I didn't see you take a single note, did anything make sense?" At this Allen paused. Before he had time to weigh the pros and cons of lying, he shook his head no with a sigh, casting his gaze downwards. Reever sighed, running his hand through his hair as students for his next class began filing in.
"I don't want to keep you, and I'd rather have this discussion in private. I would appreciate if you meet me here after-school so we can discuss possible tutoring options." Allen nodded and swiftly left. As soon as he left he instinctively pulled on his hood then headed for the gym.
Lenalee was already there and changed, sporting black shorts and a baggy pink t-shirt. Allen probably would have been more awed by her lack of clothing if his thoughts hadn't so quickly drifted elsewhere. Crap. You're supposed to have separate clothes for this stuff… He went over to lean against the wall when someone yanked his hood off. He spun to see his offender, and was instead met with a wide-grinned face.
"What's with your hair? Weird color, mess up on the dye? I'm Lavi." Lavi wore a green t-shirt and sweatpants, his atrocious red hair was spiked, yet somehow partially obscured the eye-patch over his right eye.
"What about you?"
"Oh this?" Lavi ran his hand through his hair with a smirk.
"All natural, jealous?"
"No. What's with the eye-patch?" Lavi laughed again then through an arm over Allen's shoulder.
"You've got a smart-mouth, I like it. You and Yu are gonna be real entertaining to watch." Allen raised an eyebrow and pushed Lavi's arm away.
"Don't call me that stupid rabbit." Allen turned to see someone about Lavi's height, who was at least half a foot taller than Allen, emerge from what he assumed was the locker room. The black haired figure was closely followed by someone with a similar build but much shorter locks. A strange black line crossed over the face of the second person who said, "Come on, don't be like that. I like your name Yu!" He then proceeded to ruffle the hair of the first person, pulling a few strands from their ponytail and thoroughly pissing him off. He did nothing but tsk however and storm off. Lavi offered a hand to Yu's offender, who gladly high-fived him. The two grinned at each other before turning their attention to Allen.
"This is Alma, and that was Yu." Lavi said pointing.
"If you don't want to lose a limb though, you should probably call him Kanda" Alma offered. Allen raised an eyebrow before nodding like they were both crazy. Lavi chuckled and said
"Seriously though, Lena said you were in Link's combat class at the end of the day. Unless you're some kind of superhuman don't piss him off. Link will only make you work more if you get blood on the mats." With that the two left, leaving Allen alone with his worry, suspicion and confusion.