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:I'm participating in the "Yullen Week" that's going on here. The theme for today is "doll." Collaboration between Neko-Kyoutan and myself.

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"Um..." Allen stuttered out, nodding a little bit. Kanda was really cute in the morning, with his "not quite awake" look plastered on his face. Allen wouldn't have minded staying there a little longer. Problem was, Kanda was still attached to him and Allen just discovered that he really had to pee. Allen's blushed deepened, from both his thoughts and the fact that he wouldn't have cared if Kanda stayed attached, and he moved to dissassemble himself from Kanda. "Um..."

Kanda blinked again. Man, it was too early in the morning for this. Allen wiggled against his arm, and that's when Kanda realized that he hadn't let go...it was a bit disappointing that he had to; the bean sprout was a damn good pillow. "Alright, alright." He said, letting go and rolling over to yawn and stretch. He had a head full of kinked up hair, being too lazy to comb it out last night...he hoped Allen didn't take too long in the bathroom.

Allen, as quickly as possible, dashed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom (but not before running into the laundry room and linen closet first), and took a deep breath, bracing himself on the sink. Allen took one look at his red face in the mirror and groaned, turning away and doing his business. Once done there, Allen turned on the water and splashed his face with it, drying it off with the over sized shirt, then washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom. Before going back into the bedroom, however, Allen took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, grimacing when they got caught on random tangles. He was going to have to comb this out.

Allen walked into the bedroom slowly, looking at Kanda, who was still stretched out on the bed. "Mr.-I mean, Kanda, do you have a looshiborm?" Allen asked, correcting himself on calling Kanda mister, but forgetting to translate.

Kanda sat up, raising an eyebrow. A looshiborm? What the heck? It was much too early for the interpretation of gibberish. "Possibly...what does it do?" Well, it might be a toothbrush, or a hair tie...Kanda shrugged off the guesses. He needed some sort of clue first.

Allen stared at Kanda strangely. He didn't know what a looshiborm did? With all that hair Kanda had on his head, Allen figured he would- Then he realized what he said and blushed a little, translating quickly. "It's a hairbrush. Sorry." Allen blushed agian and sat on the edge of the bed, a little reluctant to wake up and start the day, but knowing it must be done in order to get a head start on Solen and his crew. Or his mother.

Oh, well, yeah he had a hairbrush. He had multiple, for the multiple emotions that his hair was feeling. Today? It was feeling...fickle. Very, very fickle. He'd need a comb to straighten out these kinks.

"Sure I have a hair brush. I'll get it." Kanda got up and stretched, then went into the bathroom; grabbing a comb and two brushes. Allen's hair looked soft, but it might be tangled from being in the pool yesterday. "Try these." He handed Allen the brushes and walked off, attempting to comb his own hair.

Allen lifted one of the brushes off the bed and began brushing his hair. It wasn't fun, as most of his hair decided they wanted to join the giant knot in the back of his head, but eventually it got done, and Allen sighed with relief the first time he got through his hair without having to pull at a knot. Brushing through a few more times, Allen went back into the bathroom (somehow getting lost and landing in the kitchen first), and saw Kanda attempting to comb his long hair.

While Kanda was doing a...very good job, considering how long his hair was, he couldn't reach the knot in the back, no matter how hard he stretched to get it. Allen smiled and reached over, placing the brush on the sink and taking the comb from Kanda, then reaching and combing out the knot that he couldn't reach. Allen continued to brush out the length of Kanda's hair, occasionally running into a knot, but nothing that he had to be worried about. It seemed that Kanda's hair did the same as Allen's did, deciding to join a giant knot, but otherwise be okay. Once he was through, Allen placed the comb on the sink, next to the brush and smiled a bit. "Thanks for the brush Kanda." He said, walking back out of the bathroom. Then he remembered. He needed clothes. Clothes that didn't swallow him whole.

Kanda had been frustrated to no end. That one kink, just one! He had...eventually managed to get all of the others, but it seemed they were all piling into one place. Then Allen came and saved the day. The boy wasn't too bad for the amount of hair he had; there were some days that Kanda wanted to cut his, but always decided against it. It had reached the length it wouldn't grown any longer anyways...which wasn't saying all that much considering it's length when it wasn't in a ponytail. The raven let Allen do his hair without protest, which was surprising, since most people that touched his hair lost the ability to move their fingers for up to an hour...though those were usually the stupid pigs in his gym class and giggly little girls that thought he didn't hear them when they talked about braiding it. Allen was neither of the two so...he got excused.

Actually, Kanda quite enjoyed the feeling of Allen doing his hair, how the boy managed to get through his hair was beyond him. About halfway through, Kanda found his eyes closed, and they stayed that way until Allen thanked him for the comb...how strange. Kanda shrugged his reaction off. "No problem." He answered before rummaging putting everything back and going to rummage through his clothing. Once he found something to wear, he changed...and out of habit, forgot completely that Allen was there and stripped in his...well, their for the time being bedroom. It didn't take him long to change, but when he turned around, he blushed a bit, hoping that Allen hadn't been watching. Though it was just his back, it was still a bit embarrassing...

Allen turned away quickly, hoping Kanda didn't notice his blush. It was only, Allen glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the side table, 7:30 in the morning, but Allen had already had two blush attacks. If the day was going to continue like this, Allen was sure that he was going to pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Trying not to think about it, Allen turned back around once he knew that his blush was only a minor one. Allen took one look at Kanda and lost it, blushing a deep red that was reserved for only the valentine hearts and bears that people gave out. Kanda had...a really nice looking back. Allen flushed deeper and looked down, his eyes wide and embarrassed. Still, he opened his mouth to speak.

"M-Mr. Kanda?" Allen said, stuttering a bit but hoping that Kanda didn't notice. "I n-need some clothes. Yours are a little t-too big."

Kanda smacked a hand over his face to hide his deepening blush. It was even more embarrassing that Allen was embarrassed. Oh...well...great way to start off the morning. The raven sighed when he thought his face was done fluctuating how much blood decided to flush in and out, he put his hand down and answered Allen's statement. "Then we're gonna have to get you new ones, huh?" Kanda hadn't expected a trip to the mall but...hey, it could be fun. With the past day being so hectic, Kanda wasn't sure if it was a weekend or not...was it worth skipping school?

Allen exited out of the bedroom quickly, after nodding his consent to getting new clothes. Taking his clothes to the bathroom (he didn't want to make the same mistake that Kanda did), he changed quickly and walked out, fixing his shirt a bit before trying to find Kanda. That...was a bit of an adventure.

Remember how I said that Allen was directionally challenged? Yes...well, the boy couldn't find the couch, even if you painted it bright, florescent green with a giant red "x" sitting on the top of it, and gave him detailed directions. It didn't help that he didn't know his right from his left. So, you can understand when I say that Allen ran into the bathroom twice, the bedroom three times, the laundry room once and the linen closet (somehow, the door closed and he got stuck in there for a while) before finding the kitchen, and Kanda in it. By then, of course, Allen was out of breath and frazzled, his hair slightly sticking up in random area's, his eyes wide and unfocused, and his faced slightly tinged pink. Allen glared at the linen closet (he couldn't see it, but in his mind, it was mocking him) as he sat down and glared even harder at the floor. Kanda's house was evil, and it was against him. Allen just knew these things.

"You look like you were hit by a moving vehicle." Kanda snickered, wondering just what Allen was angry at his house for this time. He already didn't get along with his microwave, what was next, the horrors of the toaster? Though something serious might have happened, Allen was in a dissarray and he had been up for what, half an hour?

Allen turned his glare on Kanda, sitting down (well away from the black noise box, thank you very much) and huffing out a response before glaring down the hallway agian. "Kanda, your house is evil." He said simply, leaving it at that. Slowly, Allen glanced up at what Kanda was doing, and was rewarded with a sharp twinge in his ribs, reminding him that they weren't done healing yet. Allen hissed and sat back down, holding a hand to his ribs. Yes, they've decided that they were going to be mean today.

Kanda snorted, though if his house did have a mind of its own, Allen might just be right. But it didn't, so he wasn't. It seemed that Allen and where he came from had given Kanda an imagination. Said raven didn't like it. He flipped the pancake he was making, looking back at Allen after he hissed. He did it at just the wrong time...partially done hot pancake on your head wasn't something that even Kanda would wish on a person. "Are you-" Kanda removed as much of the gunk as he could from his head. "alright?"

Allen nodded and stared in amusement as Kanda peeled pancake batter off of his head. "Yes, Kanda, I'm fine. Question is, are you?" Allen said, trying and failing to suppress a smile. Kanda looked...rather ridiculous with pancake batter stuck to his head like that. Allen wondered how he was going to get it off. Wash it? But then...wouldn't it just spread throughout all of Kanda's hair? Allen turned away and tried to suppress another smile. Yes, Kanda had a bit of a issue on his hands.

"Never. Been. Better." Kanda grumbled, putting the pan down and looking for the nearest towel. At least he wasn't bald, then that would have hurt...but his hair was a mess now, washing it was an enormous hassle. The raven scowled, hissing as he removed the now partially cooked pancake from his hair. Small mutters and cursing could be heard after Kanda found out that his fingers nor a paper towel was going to do the job.

If he had less hair he would have stuck his head in the sink and rinsed it out that way. Maybe he should get it cut.

What? Kanda's going to cut his hair?

No. But still, it was fun to imagine you panicking for a bit. *smile*

Okay, I'll give you a hint as to what's going to happen next chapter.

Laughter+retaliation+clumsy Allen=??

You get to chew on that until tomorrow.

Kiyoko-kun

Kitty-chan (Neko-Kyoutan)