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Disclaimer:I, unfortunately, do not own D. Gray-Man. Otherwise; this would have happened a lot earlier in the manga.
Plot:its chapter two!
The alarm rang, and the boy jumped, smiling. Finally, it was time! Holding the doll, he focused on Mr. Kanda's room, knowing when he felt the suctioning sensation, he would be there. Soon after thinking about said sensation, it happened, leaving him with the normal feeling of queasiness. But it didn't matter, because he was here! He opened his eyes and saw Mr. Kanda on his bed, tossing as if he was having an unpleasant dream.
"Wake up Mr. Kanda! Wake up, wake up!" The boy shook Kanda, and then smiled when his eyes opened. "I'm here Mr. Kanda! I'm going to follow you to that...um...what is that you do during the day again? You know, with all the people and the yelling?"
"I'm awake." Ugh, obviously. Never before had he been pulled from his nice "I just woke up" state of mind like that. And never before had someone that he dreamed up (had he ever dreamed anyone up before?) come to wake him up...didn't that mean that he was still dreaming?
"You mean school?" He sniffed, looking at the clock. 6:00 AM. A bit on the early side, but Kanda wasn't complaining. "Yeah sure, that's where I'm going." He wasn't quite awake yet, so he wasn't quite his normal sunshine and happiness self.
"You can't come unless you register there." Something told Kanda this kid had never been to a day of school in his life.
The boy just looked confused. "Register? What's register? Can't I just follow you?" The confused look on this boy's face was adorable, in its own right. "Mr. Kanda, what is it that you do at this 'school' place?"
"We learn." Where was this kid born, Mars? "And I doubt you can register unless you know your social security number by heart." The teens sighed, wondering if this boy even had a real age. If Kanda ever wondered if there was a never land, he did now. "Do you even have a name?"
"A...name? Well of course I have a name silly!" The boy tried to flip upside down on the bed, but instead fell and hit the wooden floor with a bump. Ouch, that hurt. He got up and rubbed his head, tears filling his eyes. Okay, so no flipping in this world. Lesson learned. Now, back to the name thing...
"My name is Ovimargsholenburg. But you can call me Allen." The boy smiled a bit, still rubbing his head and blinking back tears.
"Okay...Allen." Kanda almost smiled at the way the kid flipped flat onto his head... but not so much at the teary eyes. "Oh, and there are limitations here. One is gravity." Kanda snickered and got out of bed, stretching after a chaotic night. The kid probably was bleeding, so Kanda disappeared for a moment, coming back with paper towels.
"And as far as I know, you're human...so you bleed."
Bleeding. That sounds fun! If it meant he got to use this white fluffy papery stuff more, then he'd gladly do it again! Allen placed some of the white stuff to his head and rubbed it around, then flinching back at the unpleasant sensation.
If that'sbleeding, Allen decided, he didn't want to do that anymore. Okay, lessons of this world: Gravity hurt and bleeding was not as fun as it sounds. Now to make the bleeding stop...
Allen looked up at Kanda and pouted a little. "Mr. Kanda, could you make the bleeding stop? It doesn't feel too good."
The older boy sighed, not happy with being put on nurse duty, but took the paper towels from Allen anyways. "You don't rub it around, you just hold it where it's bleeding until it stops." There was no mistaking it now; Allen was not from around here in the least bit. He didn't seem to know even what pain was.
"It hurts if you move it." He explained, pressing the paper towels to Allen's head. He was sitting on his legs behind the boy, putting a touch of pressure to his hold to stop the blood flow. He then realized that he was...awfully close to this Allen character. He was warm, and smelled sort of like...you know that baby smell? Like he hadn't been contaminated by the nasty that pollutes the world? Yeah. That was sort of the effect that he had. Untouched by anyone or anything...well, save for Kanda.
"Where do you live?"
Allen thought about it for a while, frowning. There was no real translation from his language to this language, as it was with his name, but he could try his best to explain. Allen took a deep breath, drawing in the musky scent of Kanda and almost choking. He smelled...really good. Allen gave himself a mental shake and went on with his explanation.
"Well, Mr. Kanda, it's almost like what you would call an...alternate universe. Where everything you know is flipped upside down and turned around. Most people call it the "dream world" and a few call it the "mind's eye", but there's no real way to explain it. I live just like you do. On a planet, with trees and grass, and people. There's nothing different about me and you, except this unpleasant feeling and this..."gravity"." Allen said, tasting the word on his lips. Hm. Tasted kind of...fruity.
"So whenever I go to, well, to sleep, I'm in your world?" Kanda asked. "The world without all the extra gravity?" A breathy chuckle later, and the blood had stopped. So he did live in...well, a similar place. I actually believe him? That there's another galaxy out there? Who was this kid to make him believe in the unimaginable? Allen Ovimargsholenburg apparently...
Allen thought about it a minute then shrugged, absentmindedly leaning into the pressure that Kanda was giving for his head.
"Well Mr. Kanda, I suppose that you could put it that way, but not really. Sometimes, people, the one's that they call "logical" here, are too stubborn to enter and let themselves believe in the impossible, so they need a portal. That's what the doll is, a portal. It's the thing that helps me get here, and you get to my world. So...it's not always when you got to sleep, but...sometimes." Allen thought about that for a moment then nodded, turning around.
"Mr. Kanda? Can we go to school now?"
So, apparently he was the logical type. Hm, well, it didn't seem that way anymore. All logic seemed to fly out of the window thanks to this doll and this kid. So the doll really did have something to do with this? Kanda figured as much.
He didn't notice the other slowly leaning into him into Allen was halfway onto his lap. The raven would have yelled and sputtered and pitched a hissy fit but... it didn't seem worth the effort at the moment. He was stomaching the fact that his reality wasn't the only one out here.
"School?" What school?
That's when it hit Kanda that he had become incredibly distracted with comforting this kid and asking him whatever was on his mind. Great time, but now he was late for school. "Great, how am I supposed to explain this to my history teacher?" Though Bookman probably wouldn't notice because he was always busy yelling at his grandson that just happened to be in his class.
Then it clicked. "Fine, you can follow me around. But we're registering you first." He just hoped that he wouldn't need too many parental signatures. Forging wasn't hard; switch a few curls in his handwriting, easy. But how would he explain why Allen's parents weren't around?
Exchange student?
Sure. Why not.
Allen smiled and followed Kanda around after grabbing his transporter, asking as many questions as he could get away with, and probably quite a few more. Once they finally got to the school, Allen was thoroughly enraptured in everything at this world. Things didn't switch colors just because you wanted them to here! The sky stayed a nice blue color, the clouds a nice white. They even managed to look fluffy! The school building was built with what Mr. Kanda called "bricks", but Allen wasn't sure he liked those so much. They were kind of rough and not soft looking at all.
It was discovered during this time that Allen liked, and was quite good at, running. No matter where he went, he seemed to prefer running there. Allen came into this running business quite by accident, of course. While walking to the school, staring in wonder, he saw a kid drop a ball and run after it. Allen decided that he wanted to try, and did. And now...well, it was hard for Kanda to keep Allen still. He wanted to run everywhere!
Before Kanda could get a handle on him, Allen ran to a small structure in the building (a miniature building in a building!) and entered it, fascinated by all the gizmo's and devices in the small building. There was one where if Allen pulled a small knob, the small pond surrounded by the white tile disappeared, only to be replaced by fresh water!
Later, Allen found out that this water was not for drinking.
Allen darted from small structure to small structure, going from what Mr. Kanda called "bathrooms" to what Mr. Kanda called "locker rooms". Honestly, Allen didn't see the difference. They were both separated by genders (as Allen found out the hard way), and they were both used for dressing and undressing. Though why anyone would want to undress in "school" and not at home where they could be comfortable (and there weren't as many people staring), Allen would never understand.
Finally, the pair made their way to a mini building in the building that was bigger than all the other mini buildings. It was labeled the "main office", and had a crabby old lady sitting there, next to a young one who made loud popping noises with her chewing devices all the time. Kanda had called that girl an "annoying twit who couldn't tell her ass from a hole in the ground". Allen wasn't quite sure what an "annoying twit" meant, but it didn't sound nice at all.
"Hi!" Allen said, coming up to the front desk. He waved a little bit, but the girl just made those same loud popping noises again and fluttered her eyelashes at Kanda, pressing her breasts together to show her impressive cleavage. Allen just blinked at the fluttering and leaned close.
"Do you have something in your retinal structure?" He asked, leaning closer. The girl backed up and stared at him strangely. She made the noises again, so Allen reached in her mouth and grabbed the offending device. Allen stretched it a bit before sniffing it and placing it back in the girl's mouth. He wasn't sure he liked that chewing mechanism. It smelled really...sweet. No, Allen decided, he didn't like that at all.
"Kanda-kun, what are you doing here so late?" The girl purred, leaning closer. She had spit her gum out by now, and after shooting Allen a dirty look, decided that she was going to ignore him. Allen wasn't sure he liked her.
Kanda rolled his eyes, not even bothering with his normal nonchalant answer of 'drop the kun and maybe I'll answer you' or the classic 'why do you need to know?' He wasn't feeling the whole obnoxious girl thing, especially not this one.
He was too close to cracking up anyways; talk of 'retinal structures' and Allen taking the girls gum and giving it back...he would never let the albino boy live it down.
"I need a registration form." He answered, though he really wished he didn't. He never gave her an answer, and the girl usually just got the message and wrote him a pass...
Now that he had initiated conversation? He knew that he'd never get away.
"For what? Are you transferring?" She looked...hurt. In an idiotic kind of way... it made Kanda want to harm something cute and fluffy...that wasn't Allen.
"No." A simple answer. I wish, but that'd be much too easy.He thought lividly, glaring at the girl for trying to pry into others business. If only stupid people weren't born, the world would be so much easier to live in!
Allen looked back and forth between Kanda and the girl, wondering what was going on. He leaned on the big wooden structure in front of him and peeked down, seeing a form that looked like it said registration...so Allen grabbed it and handed it to Kanda.
"Mr. Kanda, this is the form, right?" A closer look showed it to be the form, but Allen wasn't sure. Things in this world seemed much too simple for it to be that easy. Allen turned around and studied the girl a bit more, noting her pout and trying to copy it. He wondered...
Allen turned to Kanda and pouted, quivering his lower lip.
"Mr. Kanda?" Allen said his voice wavering and pathetic. "I have to go to the nearest urinal station." The girl behind him scoffed, and Allen could practically feelher rolling her eyes. But Allen really did have to pee and he didn't know where it was. That couldn't be helped!
"Yeah, that's it." Kanda was surprised that Allen had found, well, anything so easily. But he didn't question, taking the form and looking it over and counting the number of times he had to forge Allen's 'parents' signatures. So far? Seven. At first Kanda waved off Allen calling him, if he lost count now he'd have to go back almost 4 pages... but when the other said he had to pee Kanda knew it couldn't wait.
"You've been there, remember the swirling bowl?" Kanda didn't look up at first but when he did he wasn't expecting the pout on Allen's face. It was almost like the disgusting thing that that girl was doing, but...it was cute on Allen.
"I'll take you, come on."
And he left it at that, not wanting to look at the face his younger foil was making any longer...because a blush on Kanda Yuu wasn't happening on this universe.
The threat didn't sound as good when he knew there were others.
The swirling...oh, the pond with the water that wasn't meant for drinking! Wait...that was used for peeing? Man people in this world were weird. Allen shook his head and followed Mr. Kanda, wondering what the slight pink to his cheeks meant. Shrugging, Allen ran (of course) up to Kanda and danced in front of him, wanting to get to the bathroom faster.
"Mr. Kanda, why do you use water to urinate in?" Allen wondered. He tipped his head to the side and danced a little more, the word urinatemaking Allen have to go more. Allen shook his behind a little and hopped from one foot to the other. He really, really had to go. Now.
"Mr. Kanda, where's the bathroom, I don't think I can hold it any longer." Allen said, shaking a little more and pouting again.
Behind them, the girl sitting at the main office desk picked up her phone and sent a mass text about the new little foreign boy with the strange accent. She hung up her phone and smiled, knowing that the little freak that tried to steal her Kanda-kun away wouldn't last an hour in this school.
Oooh. Now what's going to happen that the evil girl with the mass texting? Tune in next time...
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Update. 8/12/12