Yuki: *Is banging head on computer desk.*
Kenta (Yay! She's helping!) What are you doing Yuki?
Yuki: Punishing myself.
Kenta: Why?
Yuki: I found out that I haven't been letting all the people without accounts review. I've had this account for months and never noticed! Stupid stupid stupid!
Kenta: Well, you changed it right?
Yuki: Yeah…. Around when I did my fourth chapter…
Kenta: Then no worries!
Yuki: … I'm sorry anonymous reviewers! I know what it feels like, not being able to review without an account.
Disclaimer: I don't own D. Grayman and that's probably best. I do own Wei-Rin and all her antics. But, Wei-Rin's looks and things like that I actually based off a friend in VA.
Disclaimer: Me? Own D. Grayman? Oh my… I think you're mistaken.
"Thank you." Translated Chinese
"For the reviews" translated japanese
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I took a look at my work. It wasn't that bad considering that I had spilled the cover up, stepped on the bronzer, used the wrong brushes to blend the makeup in, and almost spilled the other stuff onto both of us. The good thing was that Allen's scar was now almost invisible! Woo-hooo!
Allen now had light brown hair that reached his shoulders. The wig was from the time Mom had directed 'Beauty and the Beast' for the character Beast after he was human again. There were tons of other wigs but I thought this one was fitting 'cause the character Beast was named Allen in the version.
"Miss Wei-Rin?" Allen's voice cut through my thinking. Again with that 'Miss Wei-Rin' stuff. Allen, you're too polite. I'm younger than you too; if anyone's getting Miss to their names it's you.
…
Wait… That came out all wrong; I meant 'mister', not 'miss.'
"You can just call me Wei-Rin if you want Allen. I wouldn't even mind it if you just called me Rin." Allen smiled one of his polite smiles. I mentally winced. Why is it that whenever he smiles, I always get this annoyed feeling in the pit of my stomach?
"So, what were you gonna say?" I leaned in closer to hear him. We would have to be going soon, so any questions he had would probably have to be answered now. Then again, he would probably be even more confused once we got outside. He would be asking things like 'what's that?' and 'how does this work?' or lots of other things like that.
"Wei-Rin?" Eh? I lifted my head up from thinking and it collided with Allen's. Dang it! Why is it I get hit like every single minute!?
"Sorry… Repeat that again?" I asked for the second time. I hope Allen wasn't going to think I was going deaf. I just don't pay attention to some things!
"Are these your brothers' clothes?" Why would he want to know something like that? I shook my head.
"They're mine. Why?" Allen seemed taken aback by what I had told him. So I'm no the most girly person. I could see where he could get the idea though, since I hate shopping, my parents have stopped trying to get me into new, 'spunky', 'trendy', clothes and have just given me hand-me-downs from them and my brothers. Oh, I guess technically they are my brothers' clothes.
"But…-" I cut him off.
"I know, I know; you've probably never seen a girl wear such boyish clothes, but this is just the style here."
Allen was wearing one of my newest hand-me-downs, Jin's old hooded T-shirt. He was also wearing some of my shorts. Needless to say, I don't think anyone would be recognizing him anytime soon.
At least… Until he held up his arm…
"What about my arm? Won't people stare?" I stared, and then smacked myself in the forehead. Why didn't I remember about his arm?!
"Can I see it for a second?" I asked him, he seemed reluctant, but gave it to me anyway. I handled it carefully, even though Allen didn't seem to act like it was sensitive. The arm still looked like it hurt like hell.
Inspecting the limb, I came to some conclusions: one, no amount of makeup would make the arm look normal. And two, if he wore a long sleeved glove, then it would look weird.
"Let's see." Maybe one of the props could help us. Or maybe…
"Wait here for a sec 'kay?" I left the room and continued down the corridor to my own room. Curled around the lamp's neck (that thing that supports the actual bulb thingy I think) was a silky red ribbon. It's kinda embarrassing, but I have somewhat of a fetish for things like ribbons, sashes, basically anything of that sort. I had won the ribbon off of a giant teddy bear in a fair. What my older cousin did with the bear after I gave it to her I don't know, but I kept the ribbon because it was long enough to wrap around the entire length of my arm and then some, so it should work to cover Allen's arm.
"Here, can I see your arm again?" I slowly started to cover Allen's arm with the ribbon, careful not to show any of his arm. Once I couldn't see the quite sickening blood color, I tied the knot.
"Is that okay? Not too tight? Too loose?" I asked him.
"No, it's fine. Thanks." He stood up. I showed him to the door and we started heading for the school.
Until I realized we had forgotten the props.
"Crap! Wait here for a second." I ran back into the house and hoisted the box up. After I had closed the door to my house and met back up with Allen. I felt the need to say something though.
"Yosh! Let's go short stuff." I muffled a snicker of actually calling him that. Even though he was actually average height, if Kanda called him moyashi, and since bean sprouts were small, white, and short, I would call him that.
"I'm not short!" He said fiercely. I just smiled at him.
"Yeah you are shorty." I had to bite my lip in order to keep myself from bursting out in laughter at what Allen said next.
"My name is Allen! Besides, you're shorter than me." I had already come up with a counter. I felt like I was Kanda at this point, but I didn't have the gall to call Allen 'moyashi' that would just be weird. Not to mention it would feel like I was a plagiarist.
"That's because I'm two years younger than you. I haven't even had my growth spurt yet. And besides, I'm only about a few inches shorter than you." I smirked at him. I had probably won that exchange.
Allen turned his head and grumbled. I smiled at the back of his head and nudged him with my elbow.
"Don't worry. I bet you'll be even taller than Kanda-san or even Tyki-san when you're older!" I froze. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Why?! Allen turned to looked at me, a confused expression etched on his face.
"Who?" Quick, think Rin think! Come up with something!
"Kanda… Did I say Kanda? I meant Kana! Kana is one of my good friends. She's super tall!" I lifted my hand up and demonstrated how tall 'Kana' was. I actually had a friend named Emma that fit the description I was giving to Allen, but there was no way I was going to introduce them.
"OW!" A sharp pain in my foot interrupted my thinking. While I was lifting my hand, the box tilted and fell onto my foot. (AN: Yeah, Wei-Rin's an accident magnet, she's also a danger magnet. I feel bad for her…)
I let go of the box and clutched my foot for a while, jumping around.
"I'll take that." Allen said. Taking the box off the ground with little difficulty. I guess all that training with Cross really made him strong huh? Well, Allen's the perfect example of the saying 'What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.'
As we walked, I let my thoughts travel back over to Emma. She was one I definitely had to keep Allen's presence away from. Not only because Allen would think her name was Kana, but also because Emma was a…
a…
fangirl.
One of those horrid, crazy, obsessed girls. And not only that, she was Allen's fangirl. Along with Uchiha Sasuke and Gaara from Naruto, Kratos Aurion and Decus from the 'Tales of Symphonia' Series, and Danny from Danny Phantom (yeah, I don't want to know how she got all of those) Along with those few others, Allen's face decorated her bedroom wall. Whenever I went to her house for a sleepover, I could never sleep since the many, many, pictures of boys staring back at me would always creep my out to no extent.
I threw all thoughts of Emma into the back of my head as we entered the building. It takes someone about 15 minutes to walk from my house to my old Elementary school, so I missed going to school there. I led Allen over to the auditorium and opened the doors.
"Mom! I'm here!" I yelled out, causing some of the people to look up and stare. Mom hurried over to us and took the props, handing them to someone else. I grabbed her sleeve and tugged on it.
"Mom. I need to talk to you in private." I pulled her away from the room and took Allen with us. We entered the hallway. Mom looked at us suspiciously.
"What's going on? Oh! Wei-Rin! Is he you're boy-" I stopped her before she could say it.
"No mom! This…" I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. How would mom react to this?
"This is… Allen Walker." I pulled Allen's wig off and wiped away the makeup covering his scar. Mom stared in shock.
"Mom, before you say anything-" I was cut off by mom's hand on my forehead.
"Rin? Are you feeling okay? Hmm," She moved her hand to her chin. " You're not warm. Maybe those hits to your head finally settled in?" My cheeks burned. I smacked my palm to my head, ignoring Mom's comment of 'Don't do that! You'll make yourself even more delusional!' Fed up with not being understood, I caught Allen's left hand with my own and undid the wrappings. Saying a quick 'sorry' in response to his alarmed look for showing his arm to a complete stranger to him. Something finally seemed to connect in Mom's head.
"Allen Walker?! That manga character?!" Mom yelled, she was an anime fan herself, preferring to stick to shoujo. But she knew some of my favorites.
"YES OKAY?! This is the Allen Walker from that manga! I-I-" I then proceeded to tell Mom what exactly had happened while she was gone, all in Chinese too. She stared at me and then walked back into the auditorium. That didn't seem like it was a good sign. The door creaked open and mom stepped out, one hand behind her back.
….
Is it me or is that grin really scary?
"Now, the boy can stay with us," I felt happy, but the sinking feeling in my stomach suddenly increased. "As long as he never comes within a meter of you or your room in the house." My mom pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Allen's head. He looked like he was sweating. Probably having flashbacks of Cross. Poor guy. Mom even had the same style hair that Cross had.
"Mom, put the pistol away. I hang out with Owen and Andy and you never complain." I took the pistol, which was probably empty anyway, and pointed it to the ground.
"Now please apologize to Allen, you weren't really gonna shoot him were you?" My mom smiled weakly and turned to Allen like I had told her to.
"I'm sorry Allen, but I, uh," I didn't like the sound of that tone.
"Mom, you weren't really going to shoot him right?" Mom didn't answer.
"Right?" I took a look at Mom, then at the pistol. Taking the gun up and aiming it at the open door, I shot.
BANG! The gun was louder than I thought. But sure enough, something came out. I stared some more at the gun.
"I- I thought if he was really him, he would be able to dodge it! Rin-chan!" I turned my frantic eyes on Mom.
"Mom! You could've killed him!" Mental note: Tell dad never to give mom firearms ever again.
GRRRRWWWWOOOLLLL…
I turned to look at Allen, who was holding his stomach nervously.
Crap. Say goodbye to your wallet Mom.
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I stared.
Mom stared.
I'm pretty sure even that guy in the booth in front of use was staring.
When Hoshino-sensei drew Allen's appetite, I didn't really think that anyone could eat that much.
....
I take it back now.
Allen (who was now back to his disguised form) was eating the pile of food in front of him like he was a giant that had been starved of food for a month. The growing piles of dishes next to him made me nervous. How were we going to pay for all this?! Allen ate more than Jin, Alex, and Daniel combined! It must be at, like, three-hundred dollars now! If this was going to be happening everyday, three times a day, then we were going to go bankrupt. I leaned over towards Mom.
"How exactly are we going to pay for this?" I whispered. Mom snapped out of her trance-thingy and fished around in her pocket for something, then taking out a grey credit card. Oh yeah… That. I suddenly felt stupid. I can't believe I forgot my grandparents were freakin' rich!
A couple of years ago when I was ten or something I think; my grandparents basically decided 'what the heck with it?' and entered into the lottery, buying three cards. When the winning numbers were announced, the first card: Nope. The second card: You bet'cha! They won, and the total amount of money they won was about 67 million in U.S. currency. Being the frugal people they were, they decided to put it all in a bank account, leaving it to Mom since she was basically a single mom raising four kids. Mom hasn't touched the thing since though.
Well, it had to change sometime.
And so, Allen ate his fill and Mom got to use her credit card for first time.
Wait- is that a win-win situation or a win-lose situation?
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Mom pulled into the parking lot in front of my Elementary school. She wanted to make sure that no one had done something stupid to the set. They had been working on it for a month now and Mom had strictly ordered no one touch it or else she would, and I quote, "Smack their heads together so hard that everyone else would think that they were Siamese twins."
"Let's go kids. Allen, if anyone asks you who you are, say that you're…uh." Mom paused to think of a relation. I stared at her, was it really that hard to think of one? Why not just do cousin or something. A sudden snap from Mom's fingers interrupted my thoughts.
"You're my long lost son that I had accidentally when I was drunk and forgot all about because the nurses put me under so much sedative that I thought I was there for a appendectomy!"
….
…
That…Has got to be…
…
The freakin' funniest (not to mention pathetic) thing I have ever, EVER heard!
"PFTTTT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Oh man, it hurts to breathe! Stop! Stop Rin! Your gonna die from laughter!! Hahahahahahaha!!!
"Rin! Stop it! That's the best I could think of! Stop! Stop Rin!" Of course, hearing Mom shout the same words I had just told myself just made me laugh harder. At least, until I choked on some of my spit. I doubled over, trying to clear my throat. A soothing pat on my back helped. I looked up, my coughs subsiding. Allen was smiling down at me with an amused expression on his face. I smiled back at him.
"Thanks." Mom coughed, we looked at her to see another gun in her hand, loaded and cocked at its target: Allen. Mom smiled another on of her scary smiles.
"Now now Allen, not too close." I looked at her incredulously.
"MOM!"
I felt bad for Allen, either in this world or his; he's being shot at.
Another Mental note: Find out where Mom keeps her guns. Is it even legal for her to own that many?
Yuki: And we're done! I'm trying to keep Allen in character but he's tricky~! Now this is my longest chapter, its around eight pages and stuff. Now I'm off to go and work on drawing Allen. I'm having trouble getting it 'cause I'm used to drawing girls in my own style. Oh well… By the way, Wei-Rin's mom's name is Sa-Lin, her English name is Salem though. Ja ne!
FAY (I realized that my username initials could spell that! What a coincidence!)
P.S. It's my birthday today, the 16th! Review and I will count that as my birthday present from you!
P.S.S. coincidentally, while I was reading reviews for a story, I found out that another author has the same birthday as me, so here goes: Happy Birthday espeon16. I'm sure they'll like it if someone reviewed their story on their birthday, so it'd be nice if you could also check out her story. ^^
Next Chapter: Road Trip of Doom! "We're going on a cruise? But wait, what do you mean Emma's coming?! She's going to smother Allen if she finds out!"