This is a combined dream. Since both of our dreams were short, and full of AllenxOC and KandaxOC, we just smushed it together. It's kind of...umm, yeah. A divide in the story signifies a change in POV. Oh God, I thought I stopped writing in POVs, I find it strange now. Anyways!
A warning to future dreamers: NEVER watch D Gray man whilst eating chocolate at two in the morning. You WILL get crazy DGM dreams.
C'mon...a fanfic writer owning D Gray man?
It was surprising enough that Jerry allowed me to cook a private meal, but to clear the entire cafeteria for it? That is hysterical. I wasn't even sure why I was cooking for Allen, Kanda and Manami anyway. I think I told myself some stupid philosophy that went 'friends who eat together, stay together'. That's not right, is it? Whatever, proverbs are not my strong point.
"So, whatcha cookin'?" Manami asked as she bounced into the room.
She was joined, not long after, by an exorcist with an elephant's appetite.
"You got food? You got food? You got food?" Allen asked, acting like a hamster tripping on acid.
"Che, Moyashi, what are you on?" Kanda muttered, as he dragged himself in.
"The name's Allen. Is your attention span that short?" Allen said, calming down immediately.
Before they burst into flames from all the rage (trust me, one time is enough), I placed their plates of food on the table with a small thwack! The pair jumped at the sound, but it was only a few seconds before Allen started devouring the food. Kanda just stared at it.
"This isn't soba," he said flatly.
I crossed my arms. No way was he going to refuse.
"No, it's not."
"What the eff is it, then?"
"Watch your language, BaKanda. It's marshmallows, asparagus and ravioli."
He glared at me threateningly. "I'm not eating that crap."
My mind raced; he is going to eat it, but how do I convince him? I surreptitiously glanced at Manami, asking for a silent idea. She caught the glance, and smirked. Oh, I knew what she was thinking.
No, I'm not in effing love with Kanda! I aimed the obvious thought towards her.
She just rolled her eyes, like she had actually received the message. Manami pointed at Allen, who was licking the pot clean in record time. The light bulb went off so brightly, I swear the other could see it.
Allen looked at me with silver puppy dog eyes, and held up his plate "More?"
I nodded, then gave Kanda a vicious look, "Okay, I'm making another pot for Allen. By the time I get back, you better have tasted something."
"Or what?" he retorted.
"Or I'm coming into your room at night (Manami earned a kick under the table for sniggering), and cutting your hair off. I have ninja skills."
The exorcist narrowed his eyes. I could see his hand inching towards Mugen.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
I felt him with that, and busied myself in the kitchen. Jerry said I was using too much sugar with the marshmallows, but like I cared. Marshmallow surprise was my specialty, and I know everyone enjoys it. And soon, so will a certain stubborn Japanese exorcist.
Allen practically launched at the pot when I brought it out. Manami had just finished as well, but was having a hard time getting marshmallows. I ate my own (finally!), and savoured the taste. Yep, I'm a good cook.
Once I had finished telling Allen that if he asks for more, I will cut off his hair as well, Kanda cleared his throat with a "Che."
"Got something to say, Kanda?" I asked coolly.
"Not bad."
My fork hovered in mid air, whilst Manami's just dropped. I turned, and asked incredulously, "Huh?"
"Not as good as soba, but not bad, baka," he mumbled quickly.
I stood, really not believing it.
"No way."
Kanda stood as well, looking quite annoyed. A dangerous anger mark was appearing on his forehead.
"Do you want me to prove it?"
"That would be nice."
The movement was brief, but it happened. For 1.5 seconds, I was in Kanda's arms. It was an effing hug. No freaking way.
He pulled away as fast as he had grabbed me, and said, "It. Was. Nice. Are we done here?"
He stormed out of the cafeteria quickly, and we could hear him yell at a passing Finder, who burst into tears and ran the other way. Oh, God. Manami would not let me hear the end of this.
Speaking of which, where is Manami? And Allen for that matter?
With a strong sense of foreboding in my stomach (or it could've been the asparagus), I opened the door to the kitchen. And I was right.
"ALLEN? MANAMI? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY FOOD?"
Manami turned, her mouth stuffed with blue and white marshmallows. Allen was on the floor, picking up stray ravioli pieces, one of them dangerous close to his mouth. If I was Kanda, I so would have sliced them with Mugen. Thank God I'm not.
"That is expensive stuff! Do you know how much marshmallows and ravioli ingredients cost in a recession?" I yelled.
Manami and Allen shrugged.
That did it for me. Either they pay me back, or the order will have two less Exorcists.
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"Kanda, help me find them, dammit!"
"Che."
I crouched under the table with Allen, trying to track Bryony and Kanda's voices around the castle. The marshmallows were making me really sleepy though, so...
[One nap later]
I stirred, rubbing my sleepy eyes. Wait, why am I lower down than before? I looked up to see...Allen? His white hair was dangling forward as he gently slept. It was then that I realized that I was in his lap. Crap. The shock was so intense, I tried to get up. But it was total fail, because Allen's white head was in the way. We collided splendidly, making brilliant red marks on our foreheads. Good thing it was masked by the brilliant red of our embarrassment.
"God, you are so useless!" Bryony shouted. A crash was heard.
"Dammit, woman, don't throw an effing vase at me!"
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? Be emo?"
"This is quite entertaining to listen to," Allen mused.
I couldn't agree more. Those two are so perfect for each other that they even threaten to kill each other. If that isn't love, I don't know what is. We sat under the desk for a while, trying to rid our faces of an unpleasant redness. Well, what makes it harder is that I can see Allen's silver eyes! Do I pick now to get a photographic memory?
"Found you."
A quiet, smug voice called out behind me. My back started freezing, and I turned in slow motion. I was met with the devil known as Bryony's Anger. Jeez, add Kanda's anger and you could make a pretty big bonfire! Big enough for tons of marshmallows!
Suffice to say, Allen and I got punished by being dangled out of the Black Order's highest window, courtesy of Marie's Innocence.
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"Kanda, warn a girl if you're going to push her out a window."
"And Bryony, warn a guy if you're going to take him with you."
And the arguments didn't stop, even in the infirmary. Ouch...
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Cain: When I woke up, I swear I felt a bruise from where my arm hit a tree.
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Raising-Cain: Okay, why was I blushing when I woke up?
Umm, okay. Fair enough Cain...that end part was the part of my dream. The middle was Raising-Cain's. So, reviews would be nice, no matter how crappy or boring you thought this was. I did say that the third chapter was going to be Raising-Cain's dream, but we decided to post it after this one.