Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man
AN: Eh...
*Two years later*
Allen sat alone in the apartment he had bought with his profits from the album. He stared at the white wall above the t.v. On the said television was some news cast. It may have been the "Missing Star" report or something else but...well Allen just wasn't paying any attention. A bowl of ramen was in his lap, steaming in the chicken broth and Allen didn't quite remember how it got there.
But then again, his memory just wasn't the same as it used to be.
He took a bite and thought about Tyki. The day he got his memory back after smacking his head at one of his and Tyki's dates. They were at a cheap fast food place since money was getting a little low. (So said Tyki who was secretly stealing from Allen's money stores to go to the bar.) Allen had dropped his wallet, and bent down to pick only to have his head hit the ordering counter.
"Allen, are you okay?" Tyki asked with fake worry as he helped him from the floor.
Allen and groaned and clutched his head, looking to Tyki. "T-Tyki? Why the hell are you here?!"
Allen set his fork down in the bowl and shook his head slightly. Not the best way to get your memory back, but Allen was glad that it was back anyways. That day...he went to find his friends or Kanda, but only got the word that Kanda was missing and that Lavi and Lenalee were on a honeymoon. They said that a search party was looking for the missing star but Allen got the feeling that he didn't want to be found.
Allen closed his eyes. He missed Kanda, he wanted him to be found. He wanted him to come home, to make music with him again. Music was his life, but now Kanda was his life and wasn't even in it anymore. His sniffled slightly and looked down.
A hand touched his shoulder and he looked over to the other person on the couch. He blinked slightly as Kanda gave him an annoyed look. "Moyashi, listen when I talk to you. How else are we going to find song ideas for the next album?"
Oh yea...Kanda was back. Allen didn't quite remember how...
But then again, his memory just wasn't the same as it used to be.
AN: There. It's shorter, but I don't give a flying fuck. I outlined it the best I could. I need some coffee...-_-