Moyashi Chapter 2: Night of Sighs, a d.gray-man fanfic

OMG!!! I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I've had the chapter written down since Saturday. Well here it is, better late than never.

I OWN VOLUME TWO!!!

"Hello everyone," Allen said into the microphone. "Welcome to the Save the Pastries Festival, our name is Moyashi and we're here to rock!"

Same song different chorus.

She bought him a skateboard, a rail slide, his knee tore. He traded it for drums at the local pawn shop. She left him for staring at girls and not caring, when she cried because she thought Bon Jovi broke up.

Don't forget to delay... on the very last word

Seven years later he works as a waiter. She married a trucker and he's never there. The story never changes, just the names and faces. Like Tommy and Gina they're living on a prayer.

Did you just say that?
I said

It's stupid, contagious, to be broke and famous. Can someone please save us from punk rock 101? My Dickies, your sweat pants, my spiked hair, your new Vans. Let's throw up our rock hands for punk rock 101. It's stupid, contagious, to be broke and famous. Can someone please save us from punk rock 101? My Dickies, your sweat pants, my spiked hair, your new Vans. Let's throw up our rock hands for punk rock 101.

Kanda watched Allen from the crowd. The boy always looked so alive on stage. Even though Allen played for everyone, Kanda knew he was the only one who knew the singer. He had been to all of Moyashi's performance.

"Alright everyone, my name is Allen Walker, and for 15 dollars you can have a picture of me topless." A lot of girls screamed. "Just kidding, there 20 dollars." Kanda checked his wallet. Score he had 40 dollars.

"Sorry everyone," Lavi said taking away the microphone. "But all the pictures were burned because Allen's not that sexy."

Allen and Lavi laughed while Linalee bid the crowd goof night.

'Damn,' Kanda thought. 'Life sucks sometimes.'

When Kanda got home that night his foster father was waiting up for him.

"Kanda, would you like to join me for poker night tomorrow?"

"I'm busy," Kanda spat.

"Allen will be there," Tiedeul called.

"…I can reschedule."

"Good. Bring money and cool looking stuff."

"I understand the need for money, but can you explain the purpose of bringing cool looking stuff?"

"Allen likes weird stuff. The only way to get all your money back from him is to trade it in for weird stuff sometimes."

"And if you don't have anything he likes?" Kanda asked.

"Let's just say that Allen hasn't cleaned his house in three months, but it's spotless," Tiedeul said laughing.

"Is that where you go on the weekends?"

"Yes," he said hanging his head in mock shame.

"Allen," said Cross's voice from the answering machine. "I just called to tell you there will be another body at the poker table tomorrow for you to destroy. Tiedeul's foster son, some Kanda kid. Goes to your school. That's all, bye."

'Hmmm,' Allen though. 'Kanda will be there. That'll be interesting. I wonder what kind of cool stuff he has.' Allen flopped onto his bed. 'Hopefully it'll be shinny.' Then the white haired boy fell asleep, dreaming of shinny things.

"So Allen, how's the band coming?" Cross asked dealing the cards.

"Good. We've actually been approached by a record company. They want to sign us once we're out of high school."

"What do double L think?" Tiedeul asked.

"Double L?" Kanda asked.

"Lavi and Linalee," Allen said. "They're all for it. Hopefully Lavi will be able to live somewhere other than my couch. But I could always use a new one," he said laying down a perfect hand.

Cross just sighed in defeat. "Which one do you want?"

"The futon," Allen answered.

"Pick it up tomorrow."

Tiedeul handed over the 35 dollars he had bet.

"And what will you give me?" Allen asked Kanda.

'My body,' he thought. "You have all my money."

"Fine. Give me your hair elastic. That shall be your payment to me."

Kanda reluctantly gave up his hair tie.

"So Kanda, how are you?" Allen asked.

"Good," Kanda mumbled.

"Allen, what's it like?" Cross asked.

"What's what like?"

"Having a mob of groupies who want nothing to sleep with you?"

Allen fell from his chair, cards spilling from inside his sleeves. "What kind of question is that?!"

Cross took away the cards. "Bad Allen. No cheating. Now we all get 60 dollars back from you or some item we lost."

"Fine, what does everyone want?"

"I'd like my freedom back," Tiedeul said.

"You bet your freedom?" Kanda asked shocked.

"Yupp, last poker night. So it doesn't count. But I will give you Kanda's freedom back," Allen said smiling.

"YOU BET ME AND LOST! WHAT KIND OF FATHER ARE YOU?" Kanda yelled.

"…kinda."

"I want my money," Cross said.

"Me too," said Kanda.

Allen handed over the money and the documents to the right of Kanda.

"Well boys that's all the time that we have for tonight," Cross said standing. "Kanda it was nice to have you with us."

"Yeah, and to show you my appreciation for having someone who wasn't old playing, here's all your stuff back," Allen said.

"Thanks," Kanda said.

"Allen, is there something else you'd like to give back?" Tiedeul asked.

"No," Allen said.

Tiedeul went to grow mushrooms in his emo corner.

"For every mushroom you grow, that's another week you clean my house," Allen said still smiling. Tiedeul returned to the table.

"So Allen, what did we get this time?" Lavi asked when Allen returned from Cross's.

"You now get to sleep on a futon instead of a couch," Allen said.

"Woohoo!" Lavi said doing his happy dance.

"And for me?" Linalee asked.

"Here's the 160 dollars you needed for you vanity," Allen said handing over a wad of cash.

"Thank you so much Allen," she said.

"No problem."

"So how was it?" Lavi asked now that his dance was finished.

"Good, Kanda was there."

"Really? Do tell."

"Tiedeul's his foster father and dragged him along. I did own him for a while though."

Lavi nudged Linalee. "He was thinking kinky thought about Kanda again."

"Whatever. Lavi you need to get the futon from Cross tomorrow," Allen said.

"See? He didn't deny it."

"Or maybe Cross can keep the futon," Allen threatened.

"Allen is the straightest guy I know. He makes poles seemed bent," Lavi said laughing nervously.

"Good boy," Allen said wandering upstairs and falling asleep on his bed the moment he hit the mattress.

Kanda lied awake on his bed.

"Well, I know a little bit more about him now. Graduations in a week though."

Kanda closed his eyes, and fell asleep. His dreams were filled with a certain white haired boy.

"Through thick and through…" Allen was cut off by his cell phone going off. "This may seem a little inappropriate, but I really need to take this call."

"Yes." Pause. "Yes." Pause. "No, thank you." Allen returned to the mic stand. "I JUST GOT A RECORD DEAL WITH Shonen Studios!!!"

"When do you leave?" a random fan called out.

"Our flight to LA leaves tonight. Good-bye Tokyo High!"

"OMG, OMG, OMG," Linalee said on the plane. "Pinch me, I'm dreaming."

Lavi pinched her.

"I DIDN'T MEAN LITERALLY!" she yelled.

Allen sat in his chair. For some reason he could only think of Kanda. He just brushed it off though, blaming it on the other day's poker night.

"Shut up guys," he called. "I'm trying to sleep."

Lavi and Linalee didn't stop arguing, but their yells turned into whispers, and their punches turned into pokes.

Kanda sighed.

He was very happy that Allen's dream was coming true. It just made his dream of living, and dating, and sleeping with Allen very unrealistic.

He sighed again.

He had meant to say goodbye, he had meant to tell Allen he loved him. He had meant to return that library book.

He sighed for the third time that night.

"If you sigh one more time over your lost lover, I'll fix the problem of you two having butt sex," Tiedeul said through the wall.

Kanda protectively held his groin and mentally sighed, wondering where Allen was, and what he was doing.

As Allen left the plane, he couldn't help feeling as though something, or someone, was missing.

Yay!! I finished the Prologue. Yupp, this was the beginning. The real story begins in the next chapter. Please Review.

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