Chapter 12, Ryumaru

Blue-grey eyes opened slowely, then narrowed due to the brightness of the light. A grunt of pain issued from the teen-aged boy's mouth. He looked at his surroundings. He was in a tent, lying on a cot, having his wound patched up by a Japanese man with spikey hair. Spikey looked at Allen. "So, finaly awake?" the man asked Allen.

Allen grunted once more then said, "Where am I?"

"Somewhere in the country side of western Germany."

"What happened to my stomach?" Another grunt. "And my leg?"

"A really nasty fight with an akuma." Spikey turnned around to grab more disinfectant and bandages. "It's a good thing you knocked that girl away from the akuma's claw. Otherwize, she'd have lost that baby."

"Kit!" Allen exclaimed, sitting up despite the wound on his stomach. Allen made a face and fell onto his side, curling up and clutching his stomach.

"Hey, hey, hey! Settle down! You'll reopen your wound!" Spikey moved Allen onto his back to take a look at the stomach wound. Sure enough, it was reopened. "Great, look at what you did! I've got more work aheada me." Spikey pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Allen chuckled to himself at how this man reminded him of Lavi. Then he realized that he didn't know Spikey's name. "What's your name?" Allen asked, turnning his head tward the man. The man unpouted.

"Ryumaru. And your's?"

"Allen Walker." The teen looked at the celing for a while. He turnned his attention back to Ryumaru. "Where's Kit? I want to see her."

"Dont' worry, you'll see her soon enough. First I need to fix your wounds." Ryumaru started cleaning the wound, wiping it with a wet cloth.

"How long have I been out?" Allen asked. ((A/N: FINALLY!))

Ruymaru glanced at Allen for just a second before grabbing some bandages. "Three days."

"HOLY-!!! THREE DAYS?!" Allen exclaimed, blood spurting from his stomach wound.

"Great, now I've gotta clean it again!" Ryumaru grabbed the disinfectant.

"Sorry!" Allen sweatdropped. "Did any thing happen while I was out?"

Ryumaru continued his working with Allen's wound. "Yeah. Kit came by at least twice a day and she was here just before you came to." The Japanese man chuckled to himself. "You're lucky to have a girl like her!"

"Heh, thanks."

"Well, I'm done patching you up, so, how about I go fetch Kit?"

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Sure! And just between the two of us, congrats on the kid!"

"How did you-?"

"Kit told me. And so did your dreams." Allen blushed at the last part. Ryumaru laughed. "By the way, you might want to at least put on some pants."

Allen looked at his lower half and sweat dropped. All he had on was his boxers. So, this is all I was wearing when Kit visited me? Allen thought, quickly pulling his pants on. They had a hole in the left thigh, where the akuma had clamped onto his leg.

"Allen, is it safe to come in?" Ryumaru's voice called from outside, starling Allen.

"Yes."

The Japanese man entered, carrying the American girl bridal-style. He placed her in a chair near Allen's cot. Seeing Kit like this worried Allen. "W-what happened? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Allen asked in rapid succetion.

Kit looked at Ryumaru and said, "Can we speak in private, please?"

"OH! Right!" Ryumaru left.

"So, why can't you walk?"

"The akuma on the train broke my arm and leg." As if sensing what Allen's next question would be, she answered it before he could even make a noise. "Don't worry, the baby's fine thanks to you!" Kit smiled. "If I had been hit by that akuma, both of us would be gone." Kit's smile brightened. "Thank you for saving us!"

Allen scratched the back of his head. "You're welcome!"

"Allen, could you please lean closer?" The silver haired boy complied. He suddenly felt a sharp stinging in his left cheek. Kit had slapped him with her good hand.

"What was that for?!"

"That was for cheeting on me!" She slapped him again. "And that was for making me worry about you!" Tears started rolling down the red head's cheeks. "You were out cold for three days straight!" Her sobbing grew louder. "I tought that you had died when the akuma got you! I don't know what I would have done if you had died!" She stopped ranting and continued crying.

Great. She's crying. What should I do? Allen thought franticaly. Then he got an idea. The silver haired one placed his lips over Kit's. The idea was a success. Kit stopped crying and just stared at Allen when they broke away.

"You know I love it when you do that," Kit breathed.

"Yeah, I do." Allen pressed his lips to Kit's once more. Kit allowed Allen to anter her mouth, the couple's toungs dancing together in a playfull waltz. They broke away.

"I'm just glad you're alive," Kit said, embracing Allen. "Please don't ever do that again!"

"But, I thought you loved it when I kissed you..."

"Not that! Don't ever worry me again, okay?"

"Oh...I'll do my best!"

"Thank you."

The couple pecked eachother on the lips. "Let's go out side, lunch is waiting for us.

"Great! I'm starving!"

"Any one would after being unconsious for three whole days!

Allen stood up and started limping out of the tent. Kit watched him a little expectantly. "Umm...Sweety? Aren't you forgetting something?" Allen turnned around to see that Kit was still sitting there, unable to get up because of her broken leg.

"Sorry!" He limped back to Kit and lifted her bridal style out of the chair. He carried her to the fire that lunch was cooking over. It was stew. Again.

-end chapter 12-

So, that is chapter twelve. I'm going to need to go soon because it is 7:18 A.M. and I need to make my lunch, and have breakfast before I go out to school. So yeah. Ja ne!