Warnings: Yaoi, possible OOC, probable cursing, possible violence
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man.
Allen awoke from his place on the couch and headed for his room—which the small boy from the night before was occupying. He sneaked quietly in and snagged some clothing from his closet before leaving the room and shutting the door noiselessly behind him. He started toward the bathroom down the hall and began his morning routine. When he was finished, he went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Kanda, the still-nameless boy, and himself. It was still mostly dark outside, but Allen opened the curtains so he could look outside while he was cooking.
Just as Allen was finishing up breakfast, he heard the quiet sound of footsteps outside the kitchen door. He turned expecting to see Kanda, but instead saw the blue haired boy.
"Oh, good morning," he greeted kindly.
"Good morning," the boy responded quietly.
"So, what would you like Kanda and me to call you while you're staying here?" Allen asked him.
The boy frowned slightly before tilting his head to the side. "Timothy seems familiar somehow."
"Well then, Timothy it is," Allen said with a kind smile. The newly named Timothy couldn't help but smile back.
When Kanda finally walked into the kitchen that morning, it was to find Allen and Timothy having a friendly chat about nothing in particular.
"Good morning, Kanda," Allen said when he saw the black haired man.
"Good morning."
"I made you breakfast, but I need to leave," the white haired boy started as he looked at the clock, "right now. Timothy, would you like to come with me to work? I wouldn't feel right about just leaving you here all alone."
"Sure," said Timothy as he got down from his chair.
"Alright. Go get your shoes on while I get my things," Allen told him.
When Timothy left the room, Kanda turned to Allen and said, "Just wait a few minutes, and I'll drive you two."
"Well, if you insist," stated Allen with a smile.
Allen walked into the Black Order Café wearing a blinding smile. The sun that peaked out from behind him wasn't even as dazzling.
"Someone's happy. Did something good happen?" called Lavi in a singsong voice.
"You could say that," said an oblivious Allen as he came closer. Timothy stepped out from behind the white haired boy and looked at Lavi.
"Who're you?" Lavi asked not unkindly.
"This is Tim. We found him and are taking care of him until he regains his memory," explained Allen with a kind smile toward the aforementioned boy.
"When you said 'we,' were you including Kanda?" asked Lavi incredulously. "Are you sure he said he would help you?"
"Yes." Allen was confused. "Why wouldn't he help?"
"Oh, I don't know," began Lavi sarcastically. "Maybe it's because he's not the type of person who would volunteer their time to help someone."
"He seemed nice enough to me," cut in Timothy politely.
Lavi's eyes bugged out of his head. "What?" he asked unbelievingly.
"He's changed a bit now that we've settled our problems," Allen told him.
"It seems more like he's become a different person," said Lavi. "What did you do to him? Did you let aliens abduct him? Hand him over to some crazy, experimental doctor? I always knew you were evil behind that cute, innocent exterior!"
"What are you going on about?" Allen laughed. "He doesn't have a completely different personality; he's just changed his attitude a little."
"A little?" Lavi spluttered in disbelief.
"Yes. Now I have to go check in, so could you watch Timothy for a couple minutes?" Allen asked him.
"Bu—ah. What? Yeah, sure," Lavi said dazedly.
"Thank you!" Allen called as he walked away.
Lavi watched his retreating back for a few seconds before turning to Timothy. After about a minute he said, "So…"
"'So' what?" Timothy asked confused.
"This is going to be a long day…" sighed Lavi as he started getting the café ready for the morning.
When Allen's shift was over, he and Timothy said goodbye to everyone and headed outside. Kanda was waiting for them in the car, ready to take them home.
"How was work?" asked Allen.
"Quiet," he replied almost happily. "My brothers and father didn't talk much today, so it was peaceful."
"That's good, I guess," Allen said.
Kanda, sensing Allen's uncertainty, said, "It was different."
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, but it wasn't an awkward one. Once they arrived at home, Allen turned to find Timothy asleep in the back seat. Not wanting to wake the young boy, Allen got out of the car and opened Timothy's door quietly. He picked up the sleeping boy and carried him up the dark path to the house with Kanda right behind him. Once inside Allen carried the boy to his room, placed him on the bed, and covered him with the comforter. Kanda, standing in the doorway, had the sudden thought that Allen would be a terrific parent. Allen then turned and joined Kanda by the doorway.
"I hope we can find out who he is and who his family is," he said quietly. "It must be so hard to know nothing about yourself or where you came from."
"I'm sure we'll find out eventually," Kanda told him reassuringly.
"I hope he has a good family awaiting his return," Allen said thoughtfully with a far-off look in his eyes. "I hope he has someone that misses him."
Kanda looked at Allen softly before taking his arm and leading him out of the room. "I'm sure he'll be fine," he told his husband. "And if he doesn't have anyone, we'll just continue to take care of him."
Allen looked at him quickly. "You mean it?" he asked happily. "You would do that?"
"Sure. If we can't find his family, or if his family isn't a good one, we'll just continue to care for him. You're doing a good job of it already."
Allen got a delighted gleam in his eyes. "Thank you so much, Yu!" he exclaimed as he hugged Kanda, not even realizing that he had said the man's first name for the first time.
"Ah…It's no problem," he said, clearly surprised that Allen had both called him by his first name and hugged him. It wasn't an unwelcome surprise, though, and he hugged Allen back.
Allen was shocked at his actions and at Kanda's. He never thought he would hug the man, no matter how much he wanted to. His body had just reacted on reflex. He would have never guessed that Kanda would hug him back either. Not that he minded; he was just surprised. At last he let go of Kanda and looked up at the raven haired man.
"Would you like for me to make something to eat?" he asked.
"If it's no trouble, then sure."
Allen smiled as he made his way to the kitchen. "It's no trouble at all."