Claimer:I own all OC's. Not that they're any in this story...

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own D. Gray-Man. Otherwise, this would have happened a lot earlier in the manga.

Plot: So...this one's chapter eight...

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Kanda ran his fingers through his hair, scowling at the way that some decided to clump together after being wet. Oh joy, that would be fun to brush out...maybe Allen would do it for him. That is, if Allen knew what a comb was. It would take at least a week for his ribs to heal if he healed at the rate of a normal person; and even then, he'd still be a bit sore. Kanda glanced at himself in the mirror; first noticing the cutesy little smile on his face, then the slowly forming bruise. Both were going to have to go. Kanda rolled his eyes, changing into his normal clothing before throwing the scrub near the bathroom trashcan. Stupid itchy cloth deserved a fiery death. He tied his hair in a messy knot, but it did it's job, keeping it out of his face. Once he was back out with Allen, Kanda realized that he needed to change too. "Sit up." It was just the kid's shirt, he shouldn't mind if he stuck it on him so they could leave. The normally monotonous atmosphere of the school grounds wasn't the same after meeting a Stevie Solen.

Allen sat up, the sheet that was covering his naked body sliding to his waist. A hiss of pain was immediately extracted from Allen's mouth, and his hand went to cover the bandaged ribs. Evil, evil gravity! Or at least...that's how Allen thought he got the broken ribs. Eh, might have something to do with Solen. Allen took a semi-deep breath and held it for a while, willing the pain to go away with clenched eyes and sheer will power. It seemed to work after a while, the pain dulling to a deep throb instead of the stabbing pain it was before.

Kanda frowned at the hiss coming from Allen, but he couldn't change him while the bean sprout was lying down. Sitting on his knees much like he did earlier that morning, the raven pulled the shirt over Allen's head. Kanda did his best to avoid hitting Allen's ribs, not knowing which ones were broken. Instead of telling the younger to lift his arms, Kanda stuck his arms through the holes himself; having little difficulty. A few moments later, Allen had his shirt on again. "There." Kanda said, satisfied at his work. Maybe there was hope for him yet when it came to children.

Allen smiled and fixed his shirt properly, taking the time to button all the buttons, then looking at Kanda expectingly. Mr. Kanda wasn't expecting him to go home with him without his pants on...was he? A blush heated his face at the implications of that, then ducked his head.

"Mr. Kanda...I need my pants." Allen said, still blushing.

Kanda's face flushed; when did the nurse decide to strip him of his pants too? Well, this would be rather awkward; with Allen's ribs bruising already, Kanda wasn't sure if he could re-pants himself without further breaking something...where was that damned nurse when she was needed? He got up, fetching the pants balled up by the heater...he must have forgotten to hang them up. Lovely. Kanda couldn't bare to look Allen in the face, slipping his pant up as quickly as he could without harming the boy.

Kanda, who hated human existence in general was putting pants on a kid he had known less than 23 hours? What was the world coming to? "Happy?" He looked up, blinking at the flushed look on Allen's face giving him a dusty pink on his own.

Allen nodded quickly, removing Kanda's hands and buttoning up the button himself. He looked at Kanda but quickly looked away, the blush on his face just growing that much darker. At that time, the nurse decided to make a reappearance, looking slightly breathless, as if she was running, but otherwise okay. She smiled at the two, then frowned when she realized that they had their clothes on.

"Dears, I don't think that's it's safe to be moving so soon." The nurse looked at the blushes on both their faces, but disregarded them to try to convince the two to stay. "Besides, where are you going? Is there someone there to take care of you? Please, just stay for a little while longer."

Kanda's face was now a nice cherry color, his eyes a bit wider than they should have been. He almost jumped when the nurse entered the room; she looked like she had been up to something troublesome. Way to show up late...Kanda snorted at the woman, wondering why she wanted them to stay so badly. "I'm perfectly fine and he's safe with me." Kanda answered simply. Ugh, if she started to pry now he'd never forgive her. He was going to tell her he lived by himself, but held his tongue. She didn't need to know that; he wasn't even sure if the school would accept that as an answer.

The nurse bit her lip, but recognized the stubbornness that Kanda was showing. So she just nodded and scurried over to the medicine cabinet, pulling out some bandages and handing them to Kanda. She glanced at his bruise, then went back and got some numbing cream. She handed that to Kanda as well, looking between the two of them and biting her lip again. She was obviously worried as a mother would be.

"You need to wrap his ribs twice a day for two weeks. Put that numbing cream on that nice looking bruise your getting at least an hour before you go to bed, then when you wake up, wash it off with cold water. Do that for about three days. For his ribs, apply it carefully and only before you wrap his ribs, then carefully wash it off with cold water before you re-wrap them. And...be careful." The nurse said, looking at Kanda and Allen. "I don't want to see you in here again." She said playfully, smiling at both.

Kanda nodded at the instructions, taking the cream and bandages and sticking them in his pockets. She really was different; he should have expected it by now but..."Don't worry, we'll be fine." He said with a smirk to her smile. He knew who to go to if he ever needed a kick ass nurse. "Thanks." Kanda didn't give thanks yous often, but today? He could make a small exception. Glancing back at Allen, Kanda wasn't sure how he was getting the younger home. They could take a bus, but how were they getting to the bus stop? Looking around the room, the raven could cheer at the wheelchair in the corner of the room. "Could I...borrow that?"

The smaller woman looked at the wheelchair and nodded, pushing it over to Allen and gently sitting him in it. When she handed the handlebars to Kanda, she looked at him fiercely, then nodded and gave him a small hug. She liked Kanda, but she was worried about him and his friend. She didn't feel like he was telling the truth when he said that his friend hit his head on the side of the pool. You didn't get that many injuries from simply hitting your head on the side of a pool. She circled over to Allen's side and smiled down at him.

"Now you, I expect you to be really careful, but keep a lookout for your friend. He seems the kind of person to push himself to hard. Do me a favor? Make sure he gets at least five hours a sleep at night?" Allen nodded, and the nurse smiled, then went back to her desk and grabbed a plastic bag, putting plenty of oranges and crackers in there, then handing it to Kanda. "Just in case you get hungry." She said.

Kanda blinked at the oranges, taking the bag with a snort. "I'll come here for you to peel them." He joked. With a final nod goodbye, Kanda was wheeling Allen out of the nurse's office. No one was in the hallway...good. Kanda walked a bit faster than normal, wishing he had glanced at the clock so that he could know if a class was ending. The last thing he needed were rumors of a fight...though Joe and friends might have already started something up again.

Allen tried hard not to grimace whenever the wheelchair bounced over an uneven surface. He tried, but he failed. not that he'd let Mr. Kanda see. Whenever they would stop, Allen would take as deep a breath as he could manage, then hold it until they stopped again. He knew that Mr. Kanda was just in a rush to get home, so that no one would see him with Allen, but still. Oh, now Allen's heart was doing that funny twisting pain again. Allen gasped and grabbed at it, willing it to stop. Of course, nothing ever works out the way Allen wants it to, now does it?

Oh shoot, was that a grimace? Kanda slowed down, deciding that a sea of highschoolers would be better than Allen being in pain. He wasn't thinking again, wanting to get Allen home and away from these children that were either demons in disguise or just plain mean. "Sorry." He said, albeit a bit quietly. All he wanted to do was take care of the younger boy, but he kept messing up and missing things. Not something that Kanda Yuu was used to in the least. "Allen?" Kanda braked the wheelchair and stood beside it. "Is something wrong?" He was grasping his chest like he was in pain. Kanda could take care of scratches and broken ribs, but heart problems? Allen would have to see a doctor.

Allen took one look at Kanda and his heart did that pain thing. Allen squeezed tighter, but shook his head. No, there wasn't anything wrong. Finally, Allen dropped his hands to his lap and looked away. He was never good at lying when looking at someone. "No, it's just my bones. It's okay, I guess I just shifted wrong or something." Allen looked up and smiled, but it was a pale comparison to what it normally looked like. "Mr. Kanda, can we go home?" Allen whispered, flinching as his ribs stitched themselves together piece by piece.

"Right." Kanda sighed, hating being lied to. But he wouldn't call Allen out on it; not yet. "That's where we're headed." He answered, tussling a bit of Allen's hair before getting back behind the wheelchair and pushing Allen again. Something was hurting Allen, but Kanda couldn't figure it out for the life of him. The bean sprout hadn't been hit in the chest from what he saw so...what could it be? "I'll feed you there." Speaking of food..." What do you like to eat Allen?"

Allen thought. He had never had Earth food before. He wondered what kind of things they ate. Allen shrugged, then thought a little more. Of course they wouldn't have his home favorite, horgloshmia, a kind of mixture between noodles and cheese. Allen smiled. His mother made the best horgloshmia ever. Maybe he should ask if Mr. Kanda would make it...

"What kind of things do you eat Mr. Kanda?" Allen asked instead. He was already a burden on Mr. Kanda, he didn't want to place more of a burden on the older one and have him kick Allen out...

"Uhm, food stuff I guess. I don't think you'd like soba very much." Kanda's favorite food was a bit of an...acquired taste. "We can raid my fridge and pantry when we get home. I'll make whatever you like if I have it." He tried to have a variety of foods, soba was a great lunch, but not something that he could eat morning noon and night.

Soba. Allen blinked. He had never heard of soba before. "Mr. Kanda, what's soba?" Allen asked. The two of them pulled up in the grass next to a pole that had a picture on it. What was that? Allen opened his mouth to ask, but thought better of it. He didn't want Mr. Kanda to get too annoyed with him. But he had so many questions. What was a fridge? A pantry? Allen sighed and sat back in his chair, knowing if he asked too many questions, Mr. Kanda would get upset with him.

"Noodles either served cold or in soup." He answered, having the feeling that Allen wouldn't know what it was. That's alright, he'd get a tour of his little home in a bit. "I like it best served cold, with a side of wasabi...or you know, hot sauce." Kanda explained, giving his little opinion. Yet still, Allen sighed. This wasn't right, why was he opening up and Allen curling into a corner of his mind? "What foods do you know about you know, on earth?" The man at the bus stop looked at him weird after he said that, but Kanda could have cared less.

Allen frowned. He really didn't know about any types of food here on earth. Once they were one the giant tin rectangle with spinney things at the bottom, Allen looked at Kanda and shook his head. "Mr. Kanda, I don't know anything about the foods here." Allen hesitated, but asked his question anyway. "Mr. Kanda, what's...soup?" A couple people on the bus looked there way with a strange look directed towards Allen, and he blushed and hid under his white hair. As if that made him anymore unnoticeable.

Kanda blinked, glancing to the side as he thought. "Well, um, flavored water I guess? Salt flavored water with other stuff, like noodles, added in with it." There was no intelligent way to explain what soup was...at least, not one that Kanda Yuu could make up at the top of his head. "You can drop the Mister you know." Only old hags and little girls called him Mr; it was sort of...cute on Allen so he hadn't mentioned it before. He thought it was something that his universe did, giving everyone some sort of title. He shook his head at Allen's embarrassment, "Don't worry, people on busses tend to be nosy." It probably didn't help, but Kanda thought he would try anyways.

Allen blinked and stared at Kanda. He...answered his question anyway. Allen smiled a small smile, and glanced down shyly. He wondered if Mr. Kanda (no, just Kanda, he reminded himself), would answer a few more questions. Without glancing around at the people on the bus, Allen continued to ask Kanda questions. He knew he would loose his nerve if he looked around at any point. "Mr. - I mean, Kanda, what's a...fridge?"

Kanda let out a mental sigh of relief. That was the Allen he knew, curious and completely new to, well, this universe. "It's where we store food to keep it cold so it doesn't go bad." The stares were turning into slowly muffled chuckles, some followed by awes and others just plain confused. He hoped Allen had more questions so he wouldn't have to yell at the passengers. "It usually comes with a freezer so frozen food and meat doesn't go bad. Same things, different temperatures."

Allen blinked then smiled. Ah, so it kept things cold and from going bad. That's clever. In Allen's world, they didn't need things like that because whatever they ate, it normally came fresh. Allen nodded slowly. He got it. Okay, so a "fridge" was a thing to keep things cold. Was a "pantry" something that kept food hot? Allen looked up at Kanda and smiled again. "Mr. Kanda, is a pantry something that keeps food hot?"

"Nah, we only warm food up before we eat it. A pantry holds food that won't spoil for a while. Cans and boxed foods and stuff." Kanda snirked, hiding a laugh. "Nice guess though." So in his universe, did the food just pop out of thin air? It didn't seem like they stored it anywhere. No fridge, no freezer. Granted, when he was there, he didn't notice a temperature at all. "Do you guys store your food at all?"

Allen thought, then shook his head. "No, because when we eat food, we only eat what we catch. So there's no need to store the food, because there's normally no food left. And if there is, we give it to the loshi's,or the animals." Allen smiled a bit. How did they get their food into boxes and cans? Did they do what the loshi's did and chew it to form it before they put it in a can? Allen became a little green at the thought. Oh, he hoped not.

Kanda crinkled his nose. What was a loshi if it wasn't an animal? Did he really want to know? At the green color on Allen's face, he figured the answer to that question was a no. So they catch their food. Probably grew whatever vegetables they ate too. "Canned food is alright for fruit and things, but usually it's pretty vile because of all the preservatives."

A bit after that the bus made it's first stop. About halfway through town from the school was Kanda's apartment. "This is our stop."

Allen looked around, wondering how they were going to tell the man using the big round thing with holes in it to stop. He watched as Kanda pressed a yellow strip and a noise sounded somewhere. Allen all but jumped out of his skin and looked around, wondering where the noise came from. But the man using the big round thing stopped at another sign, so Allen guessed that the noise is what told him to stop. Allen waved at a few people who nodded at him, and they smiled and waved back. Once off the bus, Allen looked at Kanda. "Mr.-sorry, Kanda, how are we going to get to where you live?" Allen asked. He simply meant how where they going to get to Kanda's second floor apartment with these spinney thingies. Did they hover in the air?

"Um, we walk?" Kanda raised an eyebrow, not getting the strange question. He had followed him down the stairs earlier, what didn't he understand, that it went both ways? Then it clicked. "Oh, duh. we can take the elevator; they save the thing for the handicapped, but neither of us is in the shape to take the stairs." He didn't explain what an elevator was because he could just show him in a couple minutes. Kanda could see his apartment's building already.

Allen wondered what an elevator was, but he let Kanda push him into the building and into another square thing. This one was closer than the other square was, and there weren't any people on it. Allen looked around and watched as the button Kanda pushed lit up. His eyes widened and Allen pushed the number after the other one, watching that one light up as well. Allen pressed another number, and another number, and another, until they were all lit up. "Look Mr. Kanda, they lit up!" Allen said, smiling widely and pointing.

Kanda sighed, shaking his head. "Those tell you what floor to go on..." The elevator stopped on the second floor, but the doors didn't open. Instead the elevator whirred, the lights flickering before continuing it's descent upwards. "Stupid glitched machine." It wasn't used often because it was old and serving the last of its days at this complex. Kanda frowned, leaning on the railing of the elevator and looking upwards. "Hope you like heights Allen, apparently we're going to the top."

Allen frowned. Why were they going to the top when they only needed to get to Mr. Kanda's level? That didn't make any sense. Then Allen got a tickling on his scar that always meant bad news. Allen looked up and pressed a button at random, hoping it would stop at that level. He didn't want to be on this ride any longer. Luckily, the elevator stopped on level four, and the doors opened, letting the two off. Allen looked around, his face paler than normal. "Mr. Kanda, we have to get home. Now." He didn't know why, but there was something out there....

Kanda would have just shrugged it off, but Allen seemed seriously freaked out. "Well if you don't mind leaving behind the wheelchair we can take the stairs from here." The stairway was actually much less creepy than the elevator. It was on the side of the building and had windows and paintings as you went up. Kanda picked Allen up, ignoring the dull ache in his stomach. Stupid Steve-monster.

Allen gasped and held on to Kanda, obviously not expecting Kanda to pick him up. Allen blushed when he saw that Kanda was carrying him. "Mr. Kanda, I can walk." Allen whispered, his face heating up again. Allen ducked his head to try and hide the blush, but to no avail. The white of his hair just amplified the blush. "I don't want to cause you any pain." Allen whispered again, even as Kanda walked down the stairs, and Allen was entranced with the paintings. They were so colorful.

"You can tough it out tomorrow, for now? I'm carrying you." Kanda kept walking, reaching the third floor with little effort. It was after that when Kanda started to slow down a bit, his stomach and where the freshman had yanked his arms back starting to ache. Allen was so cute, distracted by everything so easily. If he liked paintings, then he should talk to Teidoll. The old man was always making something and giving it to him or some other treasured student.

"Here, stand for a second? I forgot to get my key." He didn't want to set Allen down just yet, but they had to get inside. Shuffling though his pockets, the raven eventually found the card key buried underneath bandages and a bottle of cream. Swiping the key and unlocking the door, Kanda pushed the door open and helped Allen inside.

Allen looked around. He never really got to properly look at Kanda's apartment, because...well, he was so entranced with everything else. He looked at Kanda and smiled, taking the elders hands and leading him into what he thought was a kitchen. There weren't any swirly ponds or the strange bouncy thing that Allen had first appeared in, so he figured that he was pretty close. There was a small square box in the corner, a small cylindrical object next to it, two empty rectangles with a nose looking thing, and lots of wooden boxes above all of that. Allen curled his fingers into Kanda's and smiled. "Kanda, is this the kitchen?" Allen asked with wonder.

"Yep, this is where I make my meals." Kanda pulled out a chair on his way to the refrigerater. "Here, you can sit here and I'll show you what I have" Kanda stretched a bit before opening the fridge, taking out cheese, lettuce and milk. "This stuff stays cold." Hmm, maybe he could make something with this. A salad would me nice, and there was nothing more homely than macaroni and cheese.

Allen sat still for a while, waiting for Kanda to finish doing whatever he was doing. He glanced this way and that, memorizing everything that he could from his spot in the wooden chair. Finally Allen got up and made his way to the small black box that sat in the corner. Allen distantly wondered what this did and hit one of the buttons. The number showed up in green, and it made a sound, making Allen jump back and all but scream in terror. Cautiously he approached it and hit the button again, jumping when it made that sound. Allen turned to Kanda and pointed at the box. "It's making noises." He said.

Kanda didn't quite stifle his laughter this time. "That's the microwave, it warms stuff up like an oven does but faster." He turned off the microwave and pulled some pasta out of the pantry. There, basic ingredients check, now he had to boil the water.

Allen stared at the so called "microwave" with an intensity that would have sent a normal being cowering. But not this "microwave". No...this "microwave" seemed to be immune to all Allen's looks, no matter how hard he tried. He looked over at Kanda and scooted closer, wanting to be as far away from the microwave as possible. He watched Kanda put pasta in boiling water, then add cheese...hey!

"Hey, Mr. Kanda, Mr. Kanda! You're making horglorshmia! ! I didn't know that you ate that!

"It sounds terrifying." Kanda blinked at the word, but didn't question it. The boy's own name was a bit rediculous sounding also...did someone just make this stuff up in his universe? "But yeah, it's called mac and cheese here. Finally, something both of us have had before." Kanda looked over from his boiling water; he always stared at it until it boiled...it didn't matter if it was watched or not. "Do you like this dish?"

Allen nodded frantically, waiting impatiently as Kanda stirred the noodles and added the cheese. Allen hadn't had horglorshmia since he was just a kid! Wiggling to show his impatience, Allen decided that today was the best day ever, and not even the scary black box could ruin the horglorshmia. "Thank you Kanda, thank you!" Allen said, smiling widely and stepping wrong, twinging his ribs. Allen frowned and grabbed them, exhaling a breath. "Ouch."

Kanda smirked, still staring at the still not boiling pot. Though, it wasn't to challenge the water to boil because his mind was on something else. Well, the kid beside him. Was it really possible to get to worked up off of mac and cheese? It wasn't one of Kanda's favorite dishes, but who didn't have the cheesy pasta every once in a while? "You can thank me by taking a seat. It'll be done soon I promise." Having the feeling that Allen would rather be nearer to the stove than the dining room table(the table was nearest the mocrowave) he dragged a chair over next to him. "You can stay in the kitchen if you want, just try not to move too much."

Allen smiled largely and plopped down to Kanda, still trying to see the pasta and the water. It wasn't working, and Allen briefly cursed his short stature. Allen looked up at Mr. Kanda and smiled, then went back to trying to see the water. "Mr. Kanda, is it boiling yet?" Allen asked, stretching himself as far as his ribs would let him, trying to see the pot. A crack was heard, and Allen grasped his ribs and breathed in sharply. Ouch, that hurt. Stupid mending.

"Almost." Kanda blinked at the slowly bubbling bowl. Maybe if he turned the heat up a bit...Kanda had his hand on the handle when he heard a crack and Allen's gasp. What was he doing? Didn't he understand the meaning of don't move? "Allen, sit still." His voice was sharp, but if Allen kept squirming around then it would take much more than two weeks for his robs to heal. He frowned, spoon in the hand on his hip. Allen probably wanted to see the dish cook...

Kanda sighed, leaving the kitchen completely, going into his room. He might as well fix the problem on both sides. Allen was short, so he would need something heavy to stack onto the seat. Simple enough. The raven then laid eyes on his bookshelf.... He didn't like those encyclopedias anyways.

Allen just nodded. When Kanda left the kitchen, Allen briefly thought about following him, but disregarded it for sitting in the chair in severe pain. This mending that his body was trying to do was not fun. Then again, Allen had never broken a bone before, only gotten a couple of bruises. Allen took a deep breath and realized that his mouth was really, really dry. Allen tried to swallow, but it didn't work, so he got up and went to the two empty rectangles with the nose. Fiddling briefly with it, Allen managed to turn the water on, and stick his head under. Once his mouth was no longer dry, Allen turned off the water and sat in the chair, pretending he didn't move. It would have worked, had it not been for his dripping hair.

"Here, stand up for a second so that...what did you do?" Kanda quirked an eyebrow, surprised at Allen's suddenly sopping wet features. He was gone for two minutes, and he was already getting into something? Kanda shook his head, quietly laughing. "Nevermind, don't want to know."

Allen blushed at Kanda's quiet laugh, and ducked his head, hiding his blush under white hair. He stood anyway, refusing to look at Kanda. He was just glad that- a tingling sensation on Allen's scar had the boy's head coming straight up and him looking around. What? Was someone here? Allen walked away, distantly hearing Kanda say something, but right now Allen had more important things to worry about. As Allen came closer to the window in Kanda's bedroom, the tingling sensation in his scar increased and dropped off suddenly. Nothing? Allen looked out the window for anything that wasn't supposed to be there, but found nothing. Allen sighed and turned away, shaking his head at himself. He was getting paranoid.

Behind him, aciding green eyes flashed open and yellow, sharp teeth became visible when a thin, cracked mouth stretched over already taunt skin.

"Allen?" Kanda was about to hold said boy back, but he seemed to be completely zoned out. The raven didn't move, following Allen's path with his eyes. He was headed toward the window. What could he possibly be seeing in a second story window that bothered him so badly? Then he turned around. but Kanda felt goosebumps spread for a moment; they were being watched weren't they? Either something just arrived, or the false sense of his home being completely safe hid the feeling. Kanda sighed, muttering a few angry curses before storming out of the kitchen again. This time, he came back with Mugen on the belt strapped around his waist. Let whatever was out there come, Kanda Yuu was armed now.

"Mr. Kanda?" Allen said, watching Kanda come into the kitchen with a...sword? At his waist. What was Mr. Kanda going to do with a sword? Allen just shook his head and bounced over to the stove, smiling at the now boiling water. Allen picked up the spoon and stirred, singing softly in his native tongue. Allen turned the heat off after a while, sitting on the chair and waiting for Mr. Kanda to finish the dish. He couldn't wait! Allen tipped back and forth, smiling. "Mr. Kanda? Thank you." Allen said.

"It's fine, you have to eat right?" Kanda was back to cooking again, and had just added the pasta. He looked over at Allen, wishing that the boy would just sit somewhere and stop risking his health by wiggling everywhere; but he was almost too cute to get after. Almost. "Sit down, unless you're a midget you can watch the pot from there." He had stacked six rather fat world encyclopedias on the chair; that would add almost a foot and a half in sitting stature...though he might have a problem hopping up there. Kanda didn't think about it, lifting Allen up and sitting him in his make shift stool before turning around and churning the pasta so it wouldn't stick.

Allen blushed (where was he getting all this blood from?) and sat on the encyclopedias, watching Mr. Kanda cook. Once his blush had calmed, Allen smiled. Of course Kanda would think that Allen was thanking him for food. But in reality, Allen was thanking Kanda for dealing with him. Allen's smile melted into a frown. He wasn't sure how long this was going to last, but Allen knew that he didn't have much time left in this world before he had to leave Mr. Kanda. At least Mr. Kanda would be happy with that. Allen's mouth tried to smile at the idea of Mr. Kanda being happy, but something about Mr. Kanda being happy without him made Allen's frown just grow. Of course, what did Allen know? He wasn't from this world after all.

Kanda added a bit of salt and pepper, frowning at the bland taste of the noodles. He hated how tasteless it was before adding the sauce; but it was the only way to see if the noodles were done. And lucky him, they were. Kanda stuck on the strainer top, picking up the pot and dragging the steaming pasta over to the sink. He looked over at Allen before flipping the pot over, and was surprised to see the frown in place of the blush. What did he do now? Sure he wasn't a people person, but he usually knew when he went and messed up someone's mood; heck half of the time he did it on purpose. "Alright, what's bothering you?"

Allen's head shot up, surprised that he had been caught sulking. Plastering a smile on, Allen shook his head. "Just thinking." Allen said, moving to get up from his seat. But of course, it was too high. Allen frowned at the ground, a little peeved that things just wouldn't go his way, and sat still, waiting for Kanda to help him down. A sharp crack was heard agian, and Allen cursed loudly in both his native tounge and in english. Holding a hand to his ribs, Allen glowered. One rib was fixed. One to go.

Well that certainly wasn't what he wanted out of Allen. He wanted an answer not an excuse. Kanda frowned, giving the pot a final shake before sticking it back on the stove and putting the heat on low. Last thing they needed was burned pasta. He had just turned around again when he heard another sickening crack. "Alright, you're laying down a bit. It'll only take me a couple of minutes to finish from here." Kanda picked Allen up and sat him on the couch. He could see the couch from the kitchen; besides, the window was in the kitchen, so to get to Allen any little lurking thing would have to come through here first.

Allen shook off Kanda and stood, shaking his head. "I'm fine. It's just my rib fixing itself." Allen muttered something unintelligible and stood in the kitchen, a slight frown still plastered to his face. This time it was from the pain that said rib was causing him, and not any depressing thoughts that he might be having. Allen sat at the dining room table, ignoring the big black box that seemed to be taunting him and placing his head in his hands. A sigh later, and Allen started thinking about Solen. It seems that he gave up just a tad bit too easily. Allen frowned again and thought about the tickling on his scar. His eyes grew wide.

What if the elevator wasn't a fluke, but one of Solen's cronies. He didn't tell Kanda this, but when it was found just who was working with Solen, those people were banished along with him, though on different corners of the earth. It was thought that they couldn't possibly find each other, especially not after so many years on earth. Eventually they would start to lose some of the unique characteristics that were native to those on Allen's world. One of them being the ability to find any and all people who are from the same world as you. The other being the unique smell that reveled a person being from the world. Allen thought. What if they had, somehow, located each other once more? That would mean that about ten people other than Solen were close. It would only take one to be able to reach the records, and from what Allen had seen, Solen's cronies, Joe and the other two, seemed all too willing to do what Solen commanded. At the time, Allen had just brushed it off as the leader of a pact...but now...

What if?

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Hm yes. What if indeed. Okay, so I have a complaint. I didn't get any reviews last chapter, and I normally get at least one. That made me sad, and quite frankly, a sad authoress (or at least, a sad Kiyoko) makes for evil writing and heart break.

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To MitarashiiDango:

Kitty sez: I almost had them fall off the roof, break many bones, then trudge home that way. So yes, thank God they did fall in a pool.

Kiyoko sez: I'd never let that happen Dango-san. And they do sound German, I can admit that. Sorry though, they're just words I make up on the spot. The more upset they sound, the more upset I am at the moment. Eventually, they will sound...evil.

Hm...has the plot thickened? Well...we shall find out in the next installment. Enjoy this chapter while it lasts, my pretties! It's a pretty long one too! Well, you know what to do my pretties.

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Kiyoko-kun.

Kitty-chan.