Warnings: Yaoi, possible OOC, probable cursing, possible violence
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man.
Once Allen was well enough to go back to work the next week, he greeted Lavi and Komui with a large smile on his face. Unlike his usual fake smile, however, this one was all real. The only things marring his cute, innocent face were the few bruises left over from their encounter with the Noah family.
"So…What did you and Yu do while you were off work?" asked Lavi with a grin on his face while serving their customers.
"Hmm? Oh, not much." he replied with a far off look in his eyes.
Lavi stared at Allen for a minute. "When you say not much…"
"We just talked a lot…He's finally opened up to me," Allen told him happily.
"That's great!" Lavi said, knowing how much Allen had wanted this. "So what did you talk about?"
"We told each other about our childhoods. I also told him about when I was taken in by Cross," he said with a shiver. Lavi, having already heard this story from Allen, understood the boy's gesture.
"How did he take that?" asked Lavi curiously.
"He seemed to get pretty mad," Allen told him innocently.
Lavi laughed. "Of course he did."
Allen looked at him strangely. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, confused.
"Well, not that he would ever admit it, Yu is very protective over you," Lavi told him, "so when you told him about Cross, he probably wanted to find the man and castrate him…slowly…with a dull blade."
Allen tilted his head to the side. "Really?" he asked.
"Ooh yeah," Lavi replied quickly. Allen soon got back to work with a small smile on his face.
When Allen was done working that night, Kanda picked him up from the café. He wasn't going to take any chances that Allen might get hurt again. He still felt terrible that the white haired boy had gotten hurt in the first place; he should have been picking Allen up from work all along. He was going to make up for his horrible attitude also, no matter what Allen said.
"How was work?" Allen asked him sweetly.
"Che. My brothers only screwed around and disturbed me the entire day; I have no clue as to why they haven't been fired yet," Kanda replied.
Allen gave a small giggle. "They only do it because they love you and want you to have some fun," he replied in a thoughtful tone of voice.
Kanda immediately felt bad for complaining about his brothers to Allen; the younger boy had never had any siblings, and Kanda should be more thankful for the ones he did have. "I know," he finally replied. "They just annoy me sometimes, but I'm glad I have them."
As Kanda pulled into their driveway, Allen smiled and looked out the window. He let out a gasp as he saw what was awaiting them on their lawn. Kanda immediately stopped the vehicle and looked to see what was wrong. Allen hastily opened the door and jumped out of the car, running over to kneel next to the prone figure on the grass.
"Hello?" he called. "Are you okay?"
Allen turned the body over and saw that it was a boy that looked to be about ten years old. He was slightly beat up and unconscious.
"Kanda, call the police!" Allen called. Kanda instantly pulled out his phone and dialed the number for the dispatcher.
Allen looked the boy over to make sure he didn't have any serious injuries before bending over to pick him up and bring him into the house. The boy was very light, so he didn't need Kanda's help in doing so. As Kanda told the police what happened over the phone, he opened the door for Allen and the boy. As they walked into the light of the house, they could see that the young boy had long blue hair, an adorable face, and a small body. Because it was so chilly outside, the blue-haired youth was shivering slightly; therefore, Allen carefully set him on the couch and ran to get him a blanket. Once the boy was covered, Allen joined Kanda in waiting for the police to arrive.
When the police arrived, they went straight in to the living room where Allen and Kanda told them what had happened. The police called an ambulance to take the boy to the hospital just to make sure nothing was seriously wrong with him. Allen and Kanda went along; they wanted to make sure the boy was okay, seeing as he was found by them on their lawn.
As it turned out, the boy was only beat up a bit, but otherwise he was fine. The police couldn't find out where the boy had come from as there was no one reported missing that fit his description. They didn't know where to send the boy either; they didn't want to make him stay at the precinct, and he couldn't stay at the hospital because he only had a few scrapes and bruises.
"He can stay with us," Allen spoke up looking at Kanda.
Kanda shrugged. "Sure."
The two policemen looked at each other and then back at Allen and Kanda. "We would at least have to do a background check on both of you first."
"Alright," Allen and Kanda agreed in unison.
"Well, why don't the two of you wait here while we call it in," one of the officers said, already having gotten their names.
"Okay," said Allen, going back to sit in the chair by the bed of the unconscious boy.
The nurses had informed them that he would be waking up sometime soon, and, sure enough, he started to stir, and he opened his reddish brown eyes. When he looked around the room and saw where he was, he sat up quickly.
"Are you alright?" Allen asked him, concerned.
The boy just looked at Allen confusedly before looking around again.
"Where am I?" he asked. "Who are you?"
"Ah…We found you in our yard, so we called the police, and you were brought to the hospital," Allen explained gently. "We were kind of hoping that you could tell us how you got there."
"…I don't know…I…Who am I?" the poor blue haired boy asked, confused.
Allen looked sadly at Kanda and said, "We'll get the police in here to talk to you."
"Okay," the boy agreed.
As the police stepped into the room, Kanda and Allen stepped out into the hallway.
"I wonder what happened to him," said Allen.
"I don't know, but it can't have been anything good," Kanda told him quietly.
"I just hope he'll be okay," Allen said softly.
"I'm sure he'll be fine with time," Kanda tried to reassure the white haired boy.
"I really hope so."
The police came out soon after and explained that the young boy couldn't remember anything for some reason. The doctors would run some more tests to see what was wrong, but it would take time.
"The boy can stay with you two for the time being; your background checks turned out perfectly fine," the officers informed them.
"Thank you, officers," Allen told them sweetly before heading back into the boy's room to explain what was going on.
"If he remembers anything at all, please let us know," one officer told Kanda, writing down his number on a piece of paper and handing it to the raven haired man.
"I will be sure to," Kanda replied as they walked away. He then turned to join his husband in the hospital room.