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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: Chapter seven, where things start to get really interesting...

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"You can force me to change, but not to sleep." Kanda muttered, leaning over himself and burying his head in his arms. She couldn't drug him without him suing the school; so he should be safe from this one. He couldn't sleep. What if that Steve guy or some other alien monster demon showed up? What happened then? He was sure the little nurse could handle herself, but Allen was all but dead wight in this state.

The nurse shook her head but left Kanda to it, knowing that eventually the warmth from the blanket and heater would get him to sleep. She checked on Allen, swiping some hair from the boy's face and checking on his wound, then went in the back and got an orange. She held it out to Kanda, smiling a bit. If he wouldn't sleep, maybe he would eat. Being a mother installed these protective instincts in her.

"Dear, are you hungry at all?"

Kanda would usually shrug the offer off; but he had skipped breakfast, and he hadn't a clue what time it was anymore. "Sure, thank you," He stared at the orange in his hands, wondering if he would eventually get the gall to peel it...

He would. Eventually.

The woman just smiled and took the orange back, starting the peeling process then handing it back to Kanda. As she did, Allen stirred, groaning and pressing a head to his head. The nurse smiled as she headed over, having gone back to her desk and grabbing some asprin, she pressed them into his hand. She hunkered down and made sure that he was looking at her before doing all the checks for a concussion. As she said the first time, there was no concussion, but he would have a hell of a headache for a while.

"Hello deary. Just take those, because I know that you have a really bad headache right now. Your friend is here."

"Mr. Kanda?" Allen said, his voice whisper soft and raspy. "Mr. Kanda is here?" The nurse smiled and nodded, then left the room, leaving the two alone for a moment.

"Well I wasn't gonna leave you on the roof." Kanda spoke up, not moving; the heater and the blanket doing a fine job of making the older boy drowsy. It took a bit, but he forced himself awake, getting up and sitting on the side of the bed. He had a million questions to ask Allen. Who was Steve, what was Steve, why he wanted Allen so badly, what the heck was an Ovi, and those were only the tip of the ice burg. But the one that came out was, "Are you gonna be alright?"

Allen smiled a bit and tipped his head back toward the heater while he did a mental check on himself. His head was pounding, it hurt when he breathed, but it was safe to say that he was going to live, and the healing aspect that people from his world had would kick in any second now to heal him right up. So...besides some normal pains, yeah, he was going to be fine. Allen smiled and nodded a bit, then took a look at Kanda. He didn't look too bad...but you could never be sure.

"Mr. Kanda, what about you? Are you going to be okay?"

"Don't nod with a headache." Kanda said it sternly, but was only kidding. It was a big relief that Allen had finally woken up; probably bigger than it should have been. "I'll live." He had bruises on his stomach, arms and a possible bruise forming on his face; but he wasn't about to compain about it. It would take less than a week for him to heal, and all it would be in the morning would be a minor discomfort.

Allen nodded then took a good look at Kanda. He probably had a million questions that he wanted to ask right about now. Taking a deep breath, Allen knew that he was ready to answer them. He would do his best to answer Mr. Kanda's questions, and if Mr. Kanda decided to stay with him after that...well, that was up to Mr. Kanda.

"Mr. Kanda, I know that you have a lot of questions to ask. You can ask them; I'll answer." Allen smiled and waited for Kanda to start his questioning.

"Fine, but only a couple are...important." Kanda wasn't sure if Allen was in the condition to be answering a surplus of questions, but he needed a bit of information in order to ever rest again...ever. "What is that Steve guy? Why is he after you?" Those were the big ones, if he knew what the guy really was, maybe he could like...google his species for weaknesses or something.

What? Who says the Nessie believers, or the Montauk monster fans, or the big foot chasers or those people that put their heart and souls into the paranormal were wierd anymore?

...well, Kanda still did, but that wasn't the point.

Allen took a deep breath and thought about the answers before he said anything. This...was what Allen was afriad of. But he knew that he had to tell Kanda something, otherwise the boy would just...leave him, when he needed him most. Allen placed a hand to his heart and frowned. Why...why did the prospect of Kanda leaving hurt so much?

"Okay, well, to answer your question about Solen, sorry, Steve, we have to go back to my world." Allen took another deep breath. "Steve really isn't...Steve anymore. He's been possessed, I supposed that's the word you would use, by a man named Solenchalvern. And the reason he's after me is because he's been banned from my world, to this one."

"What do you have to so with this Solen guy?" Kanda glanced over, curious, yet somewhat mortified how easily this was coming at him...and how easily he believed it. "Would he be after you if you never came here?" The second question didn't really have an origin, but if Allen should go back to his world, wouldn't that be less trouble for the both of them?

If so, why did it sting to think about letting the little half albino go?

Allen looked down, contemplating his words before he said them. "Well, my father, Oviconshole, is the...well, the equivalent of the president here. That's what he is in my world. Solen...didn't like it. He was the other candidate, but everyone found out how crazy he really was when he and my father did their loshing or...um...debate." Allen struggled to translate the rest of his explanation. "Solen...Solen snapped when my father won. He attempted to kill him seven times. At the time, I was a mere babe, so I don't remember. But my mother always told me that she was afraid to let me outside, because she knew that he would do anything to get back at my father for taking away his one chance at power." Allen took another deep breath before continuing.

"Every time he attempted to kill my father, he somehow managed to slip away and not be caught. Many suspected that it was foul play on the security's part, and my father believed the same. He let them all go, and replaced them with new people. Then, Solen was caught trying to escape the house after a seventh attempt. He was banished to this world for the rest of his life. Solen swore revenge, swore that he would take all that was precious from my father. He never got the chance, because three years later my dad died."

Allen took a final deep breath and forced the last bit out of his throat, passed the lump that seemed to have formed there. "Anyway, because of the way our oovoolorg works, I became the new...um...leader. I passed it on to someone I trust to do a better job than me, but I suspect that Solen doesn't know, and is still trying to kill me to compensate for failing to kill my father."

Well, Kanda always knew that politics were silly, but that was something flavored all its own when it came in terms of drama. There wasn't a thing that Allen could do about it either; because at this point, Steve the Solen wasn't listening to reasoning. So even though Allen wasn't president or what not, Steve wouldn't believe it.

Even though Allen didn't look like he could rule his own shoe strings.

"That makes...sense." Kanda eventually answered. He got much more than he bargained for when it came to getting his questions answered. He looked over at Allen; the boy looked terrible. Worried; though Kanda didn't blame him. What a way to live, running from your father's crazy murderer.

"In that case, we need to get you back home..." But didn't Allen say something about a transporter when that doll broke? "He's banished to this universe for a reason, right?"

Allen nodded, opening his mouth to explain just why Solen was banished. "Yes, he was banished because that's...the most extreme punishment there is in my world, to banish you from home." Then Allen winced when he heard Kanda say something about getting home.

"Mr. Kanda, that's the problem. Solen knew that the transporter was in the doll. And when he tore the head off of it, he broke the sholengofe that goes with it. There's no other way for me to get home." Allen looked down and bit his lip. If he was Mr. Kanda right about now, he would run as fast as he could in the opposite direction of Allen. He wouldn't blame Mr. Kanda if he just got up and walked out right now.

Kanda didn't know what a sholengofe was, but he knew the thing was important. It had to have been, because he hadn't seen such a forlorn look on Allen's face yet. If he wanted to get home that badly then, then Kanda would help; somehow. Even if Allen wasn't sure how to help himself. "Well, you have to get home Allen." He stood up, crossing his arms without turning around. He had a pretty nervous look on his face, wondering just how Allen would ask his next question. He didn't want to make it seem like he didn't care that Allen was stuck here, but the kid was stuck! "So you'll have to fix your shole... your thing" Kanda almost growled at his incapability of pronouncing all of these strange words from Allen's universe. Really, why was sholengofe easier to think than to actually say?

"And you can't do it alone, not with that Steve guy alive..." He glanced at Allen, trying to get a hint at the other's reaction. It wasn't like he had asked someone to live with him before; even if it was a temporary thing. "So you should probably stay with me, right?"

Because Kanda was turned around, he didn't see Allen's pained look, and the hand that reached up and grasped his chest. Why did it hurt so much when Kanda suggested he had to go home? Allen sniffed and plastered a mask on, just nodding when Kanda said that he had to fix his sholengofe. He had to go home. Allen knew that Kanda didn't want him around. His obvious reluctance to ask him to stay in his home made that clear. Did it make Allen a terrible person for wanting to stay with him anyway? To spend his last days on this world with someone who Allen liked? Allen smiled at himself. Maybe he liked pain, because he nodded when Kanda asked if he should stay with him.

Then Kanda turned around, and Allen knew; he definitely liked pain.

Kanda turned around, a breath he didn't know he was holding coming out in his relief. "Good, because you can't live on your own in this condition anyways." The comment was in his normal, stoic tone, but was different; subtly lighter than it was before. Kanda looked down at the boy on the bed/cot, almost smiling through long black hair. "We can search after you've healed completely; I'll take you home after I change."

Allen nodded then waited until Kanda left to take a deep breath and fight against the tears that were threatening. He knew that Mr. Kanda wouldn't want him around. After all, Allen had caused nothing but confusion and disarray to Mr. Kanda's nice, orderly world. It was only natural to want disorder out. And Allen was disorder. The only reason Mr. Kanda had offered him a place to stay was that he was too nice to just...leave Allen in the cold. Though if Allen was Mr. Kanda, that's exactly what he would have done. Allen winced and moved a little as his broken ribs started to mend. And it wouldn't take long for Allen to heal completely.

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*twitch* Okay, so don't hate me, but I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that any "feelings" that may have been felt have been put off. For now, at least. Forwarning? Maybe.

Anyway, what is this? What have Kitty and I done? Hurting hearts? Confused and unspoken feelings? Danger? Probable death in the future? More importantly, ALLEN IS THE FORMER KING OF A DIFFERENT WORLD!? Yum. Sound's like a good story to me. *smile* The only promise I have to give you is that it's going to get better.

Just one more update before I let you go. On my profile, it states how this story is about 32 pages and counting. I'm telling you that this story has grown a mind of its own, and it's brainwashing Kitty and I. Because, you see, this thing is already (and Kitty and I went on haiatus for three days before writing agian yesterday) 35 pages and counting. And...well, that's good news for you, but bad news for my poor, poor fingers. But, all in the interest of the reader. So...enjoy. Well, I have to let you go now, but you know what to do.

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