Warnings: Yaoi, possible OOC, probable cursing, possible violence
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man.
Kanda, Allen, and Timothy fell into a sort of routine in the weeks that followed. Allen would wake up, get ready for work, and make breakfast for the three. They would eat together, and afterward Kanda would take Allen and Timothy to the Black Order Café. After finishing his shift at night, Allen would wait with Timothy until Kanda came to get them and take them home. Allen liked the feeling of having a family for the first time in his life. If he was really honest with himself, he didn't want anything to change, and it didn't seem as if anything would. The police hadn't found out anything about Timothy's parents or his past—about this subject Allen had mixed feelings.
Of course their happiness couldn't last forever. Unfortunately their reprieve from the Noah family would have to end sometime. It started slowly. Little things used to remind Allen that they were still watching him: little notes in their mailbox, the pentacle symbolizing the Noah showing up in strange place. It soon escalated. Soon members of the Noah family were showing up at the Black Order Café, sitting there for sometimes hours on end. Lavi had called the police on them multiple times, but by the time they reached the café, the Noah member would be gone. Allen hadn't told Kanda about any of the things happening so as not to worry the raven haired man. He made Lavi promise not to tell either, and he hadn't mentioned anything to Timothy about what was happening (he would rather the child remain blissfully unaware). Allen was quickly becoming frustrated.
Allen walked over to the table the Noah member occupied and stood before him. "What do you want from me?" he asked, trying to understand.
The Noah member looked up at the white haired boy. "Can't figure it out?" he replied with a smirk. "We just want someone to torment. Since we already started on you years ago, we may as well finish it off."
"That's the only reason you're even doing this?" asked Allen disbelievingly.
"Quite simply: yes. And we've found a way to hurt you even more," he said, still smirking. At Allen's questioning look, he pulled out his phone and showed the white haired boy a picture of Kanda, scowling at the camera, and Timothy, looking downright terrified. The two were sitting, tied up, in a plain, slightly dirty room. Timothy had gone with Kanda to work for the first time today; that was probably the reason they had waited so long before striking.
"What do you want?" asked Allen with fear in his eyes.
"Come with me after work—we don't want anyone becoming suspicious. If you try to get help for these two," he held up the phone with the pictures on it again, "they won't live to see you again. I'll be waiting." With that he got up and exited the building.
Allen headed back to the kitchen to make sure Lavi hadn't heard anything. There was only one thing the white haired boy could do, and Lavi would make everything difficult.
He went through the rest of the day a little absentmindedly. Lavi seemed to notice something, but he didn't say anything to anyone.
When the time came for Allen to leave, Lavi asked, "Is something wrong, Allen?"
"What? Oh, no. Everything's fine," Allen reassured him with a small smile.
"Yeah," Lavi said, not agreeing at all. "See you tomorrow, Allen."
Allen seemed a little choked up at that, but maybe it was just his imagination. "Goodbye, Lavi."
When Allen left the café, he headed to the car parked outside and the Noah member leaning against it.
"Get in." Allen did as the man said with one last look back at the café, knowing he would never see it again. The Noah member started driving, and Allen looked out the window the entire time, not really seeing anything. He was too busy thinking about how to get Kanda and Timothy away from the Noah and to safety.
"We're here," the Noah said gruffly, opening his door and getting out. Allen, jolted from his thought process, saw that they were outside a large mansion with pillars of white stone. The Noah took his arm and led him inside the front doors, down a hall to the left, and into a large room with what looked to be a throne at one end. Sitting in the throne was the leader of the Noah clan: Adam, more commonly known as the Millennium Earl.
"Why, hello, Allen," the Millennium Earl cried. "What brings you here on this fine night?"
"You already know the answer to that," Allen replied angrily.
"Now, now. There is no need to become angry," the Millennium Earl said with a smile.
"Let Kanda and Timothy go. They have never done anything to hurt you. You have no reason to harm them."
"Getting straight to the point, then. Well, we can't just let them go to tell the police that we kidnapped them and then tortured and killed you, can we?" Allen's eyes widened slightly.
"They won't tell anyone. I'll make them promise not to tell anyone," he pleaded.
"That just won't do," said the Earl. "Sooner or later they will reveal what happened, and we just can't have that."
Allen looked up at the Earl with pleading eyes. "Please, do not hurt them. Do what you want to me, but, please, leave them alone."
"You love them, don't you? But, alas, I do not care. They will tell, so I will kill them, and you will watch."
"Please," Allen begged with tears in his eyes. "Don't kill them."
"Enough!" the Earl shouted. "They will die, and that it final!"
Allen let out a sob as the Noah behind him dragged him from the room and down a staircase to the basement.
"We don't want to get blood on the nice floors upstairs, so we'll do everything down here," sneered the Noah dragging him along. He was thrown onto the dirty floor in a room with a heavy metal door. "The Earl will be here soon," he smiled wickedly as he left and shut and locked the door with a loud clang.
"Allen?" he heard from across the room. He spun around to see Kanda and Timothy. Apparently they had untied each other somehow.
"I'm so sorry I got you both involved in all this," he cried. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault, Allen," said Timothy. "Besides, I was already involved in this."
"What are you talking about?" asked Allen, shocked.
"When I woke up after being kidnapped and saw those people, I remembered everything," he told them both. "These are the people who killed my parents and took me in the first place."
"Wha—?" started Allen.
"Not that this isn't important," started Kanda, "but I really think we should be working on some kind of escape plan. That is, unless you both want to die here."
"I don't think there's any way we could get out of here without being caught," Allen told him hopelessly.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I would rather go down fighting anyway," Kanda told Allen.
Allen looked at him for a second before nodding. "So, what's the plan?"
Thank you to my brother for furthering my thought process as to how the story should progress. I think there will be one or two more chapters after this, but I could be wrong.