Yuki: Okay people!

I've actually had this chapter finished since the second month of summer break, I just can't remember why, sorry. Please review, I love it when people review, it makes me all happy and giddy, which doesn't last for long but still, it's nice. Uh, I don't own D. Gray man and probably never will.

Something else! Uh… if any of you guys have some kind of scene that you want to see, then tell me. I might be able to incorporate it into the story somehow.

YOSH! On with the story! Oh yeah, I'll give you a cookie to guess Rin's English name, I wanna see what people can come up with.

"Won on!" Chinese

"Oh boy." Japanese

Just to clear up some things, since this is from Wei-Rin's POV. All the foreign words are already translated by her so it's rare that you'll find un-translated words. I hope that makes sense.

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"What's you're favorite food?"

"Mitarashi Dango. How old are you?" Well, that was expected. I didn't want him to get suspicious if I accidentally slip up and reveal that stuff. So I'll ask questions I already know the answers to.

"Thirteen. I'll be fourteen October 14th. What about you?"

"Fifteen. Do you have parents?"

"Yeah, a mom and dad and three older brothers. Birth Month and day?"

"December, I don't know when I was born so December 25th has been my birthday ever since Mana, my foster father found me. Why is it that none of them are here?"

"Brothers are in a boarding college. Dad's in the army of this world and Mom's at work. Tell me about your 'master' please."

"That's not a question." Who the heck cares Allen?!

"Does it matter?"

"You said in twenty questions you can only ask for answers." Okay, Allen seriously, it's close enough isn't it? The boy was so serious sometimes. I sighed, then again if he wasn't like this then it would be harder to fool him. Well, I get a lot of dumb luck, it's convenient sometimes though.

"Fine. What's you're master, Cross, like?" Oh shit, whoops. First actual conversation and I mess it up in the first few exchanges. Luckily, he didn't notice I already knew Cross' name.

"Master is…" Crap. I think I broke him.

"A-Allen? Oi! Allen! Snap out of it! Please!" I grabbed his arm and dug into it with my sharp nail. (The only one that I don't bite for some reason or another)

"OW! You didn't have to pinch me so hard." He whined. You would go through so much worse and you say my simple pinch hurts?! Geez Allen!

"Go on about Mr. Cross."

"He's… a womanizing, drinking, perverted, abusive demon that loves to make me miserable and always throws his debts on me! He's a true devil!" Allen's voice got louder and louder and eventually he was standing on my coffee table with a depressing and frightening aura around him. If I was an anime person, I would have sweat dropped.

"Uh… I was actually talking what he looks like." Well, now I don't have to ask him about Cross' personality later.

"Oh. Master has long red hair to about his upper back and has this cross mask covering his right eye."

"That's all?" That wouldn't have helped me at all if I didn't know who he was talking about. Allen nodded.

"Can you draw me a picture later?" I wonder if Allen can even draw. I mean, the picture he made of Miranda was crappy. Maybe he can make one of someone he's been around for a really long time.

"…Okay. So, what's your family like?" I could see the longing in Allen's eyes as he said that. That's right, Allen doesn't have a family. He's all alone…

"My brothers are typical older siblings. They act all mean and stuff, but they're nice. Plus they said if they ever find out I have a boyfriend they would use a chainsaw to kill him. But I don't think they were serious.

Mom is nice; she has a really soft spot for kids. But she's really scary sometimes. Dad is in the army, he can fight really well, but once he gets home…" I trailed off. Shivers went down my spine. Dad had always reminded me of Komui, he was determined to make up for the years he wasn't there for me and smothered me whenever he came home.

"Anyway, the point is Dad is like a mom and Mom is like a dad." Allen listened to every word contently. He really wanted a family, didn't he? A mom and dad, maybe even a few siblings. Geez, now I feel all guilty.

I racked my brain with more information I could slip up in later. Uh, what about Timcampi?

"Hey Allen, did Mr. Cross leave anything to show the Black Order thingy that you were really his apprentice?" Allen stared at me for a sec, and then apparently something clicked.

"Tim! Where did he go?!" Looking around for the small golem. I feigned naivety.

"Timca- Tim? Who's that?" I asked, Allen looked at me, a little suspicious. I can't blame him though, I almost said Timcampi. The white haired boy made a circle with his hands, and then tried to make a tail.

"Tim is a golem; he's golden with a cross on his body and he looks like this with two wings and a tail."

"Okay…" That didn't help! But, oh well. I'll have to make Allen work on that sometime if he doesn't go back soon.

"I found you in that box," I pointed to the giant wooden crate, which now had a large hole in it. "Maybe he followed you here." Allen walked up to the broken wooden planks and started searching for the golden golem. To tell the truth, I actually thought that Timcampi was a baseball when I first saw him. Well, I mean, it was round, and that cross on his body kinda reminded me of the stitches. So in the end, when my friend showed me a Timcampi figure that he got from an anime convention, I tried to use it as a baseball and, consequently, he (my friend) tried to hit me with the bat. (It didn't work though since thankfully I'm stronger than him! Hahahahaha!)

"HAHAHAHAHAHA-OOF!" Ow! What the heck was that?! I looked up from my position on the ground (for the frickin' second time today!) to see one golden ball thing floating in front of my face. No way! USO! (Hey, just because I'm Chinese doesn't mean I can't speak Japanese too. My aunt is Japanese and her wedding with my uncle was in Osaka. It was a fun week!)

Timcampi fluttered around my head and landed on the pinnacle. I tilted my head up and tried to stare at it. Allen came over to me and took Timcapi off my head. Then he showed him to me.

"This is Timcampi. He's Master's golem." I nodded. Timcampi was smaller than I thought he would be. He was about the size of a golf ball, way smaller than the figure my friend got from Anime Con.

"Uh, Hello Timcampi." I petted the top of his, er, I think it was his head? Allen smiled and let Timcampi flutter out of his hand and on to the coffee table.

The phone started to ring its high pitched digital sound and Allen jumped. I guess he wasn't used to the type of phones we had. I mean, there were phones in the –Man world but they looked really old. I mean, they used that dial thing instead of number pads

I picked up the phone and put the receiver up to my ear, not bothering to check the caller ID

"Hello?" A familiar voice answered my question.

"Hello Wei-Rin!" I froze. Mom?! What was she calling for? She doesn't usually call during work. Of course, no one was supposed to use cell phones when mom was teaching.

"Hi Mom. What's up?" I pressed the phone closer to my ear, shoving a finger in front of my mouth to show Allen to be quiet. I started to walk around the coffee table, something I do when I get either nervous or when I was listening to someone on the phone.

"Well, Hun. I left some props for the newest play at home. They should be in the closet in a box that says '42' on it. Can you bring it to the school?" The statement caught me off guard and I tripped over Allen's leg, who was sitting on the couch. The phone sprawled across the floor. I quickly got up and took it.

"Rin?!" My mom started to blabber in Chinese. I took the phone and tried to calm her down.

"Mom! Mom! Calm down. I'm okay. I just uh, tripped. I'll bring your props but," I looked at Allen's confused face, likely because I had suddenly started talking another language in front of him. "Is it okay if I bring a friend? I have to show you something and my friend has something to do with it." What the hell am I thinking?! I'm telling my mom about an anime character that has to live with us!

Then again, it's better than the alternative.

"Sure Hun. The play's rehearsal starts in two hours, come as soon as you can." The call ended there. I sighed and put the phone back into the receiver.

"Okay, that was my mom Allen. We need to do a favor for her so I'm going to dress you for the occasion." I took a look at what Allen was wearing. I would need a total makeover to make him look more normal. Mom's drama makeup upstairs could help me with his scar, but he would need clothes, and something else to cover up his arm.

"I might need to put some makeup on you and give you different clothes so you can fit into my uh, 'world.' Are you okay with that?" Allen nodded. I smiled at him and pulled him off the couch.

"Well, let's get started Mr. Walker." I smiled at him even more as I got my hands on my mom's makeup artist kit. Even though I hated shopping and putting up makeup, I loved to make someone look like something else. I guess it was because my mom was a drama teacher, but oh well…

This was going to be fun...

"Now just sit back and relax!" Allen started to sweat.

"Stop looking at me like that! T-Timpcampi Heelp!!"

End Chapter 4!

Yuki: Yosh! I am on a roll! This is my fourth chapter! Next one will depend on how many reviews I get. When I get at least… 4 or so reviews then I'll start writing the chapter so please review!

Also, Please don't forget to thank my beta reader!

Next chapter: Mom, meet Allen Walker!