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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 NINETEEN!

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"Tch, I figured that much." Kanda eyed Allen warily, though was admittedly a bit...pissy at this point. He swore, another sip of that damn iced tea and he would throw the bottle across the room. No Kanda, Allen's not pissing you off, you are.

He tried to calm himself down, reminding himself that he felt bit better now that he wasn't running for his life. And that once they checked out a motel, they could get going as soon as he caught his breath completely. The next bus out of the city hopefully. He stood up straight, testing the waters on a deep breath; he was...he would live. As long as he wasn't heaving he could deal. Though he shouldn't start fighting again anytime soon. That could be slightly disastrous. Though if Joe was Steve's right hand man, who else did he have to send that was stronger?

Kanda didn't notice he was frowning until Allen smiled at him. He looked away, pretending to not notice that he caught himself being pissy; but was pulled into a hug almost immediately afterwards. The raven sighed, but found himself with a slight smile none-the-less; betting on someone else was never something that he had found himself doing, this could turn out terribly messy. I sure do hope so...

Allen stepped back and took another sip of his iced tea, walking away and to the counter. They had to pay for the things that they had bought, and if the frowns on the cashiers face was any indication, they wanted them out now. Though...it was probably the illusion that he had created more than them in reality. Allen shrugged, deciding to leave it to the psychologist, and walked up to the cashier. Allen placed his best 'I'm an upstanding citizen' smile and placed the bandages he had snatched from Kanda on the counter. "I'd like to pay for this please." The cashier quickly rang everything up and told them the total. Twenty five thirty seven. He turned and let Kanda pay for it, not knowing what a twenty five thirty seven was in this world. But it sounds expensive.

"Kanda, will you pay for this?" Allen asked, smiling a little. Then they would go right to the motel...it was only a block from here.

"Yeah, I got it." Kanda answered, pulling out his wallet and muttering about expensive anesthetics. He blinked at the casheir, wondering just what he had done to make the guy glare and act like he had done something to ruin his store. Whatever, Kanda rolled his eyes, handing the guy a twenty a five and a dollar. "Don't bother with the change." He muttered. There was nothing that the two could possibly get that would be worth $0.63. Well, unless Allen grew a craving for bubblegum...which thanks to their run in with the secretary's aide wouldn't be happening in this universe or any other one.

"Though I do need a bag." He pointed out before the guy dismissed him for the last guy in line. Did customer service always have to suck? Well, when Kanda was glowering in your direction yes...yes it did.

Allen grabbed the stuff out of the guys hands and walked away, not bothering with a normal thank you. He had too much to think about to be polite. And as rude as that sounded, it was true. Allen walked with Kanda to the motel, occasionally bumping shoulders with him. It wasn't until they got to the hotel did Allen realize how silent he had actually been. Hm. Thinking this deeply should be agianst the law. Or something. Allen smiled at himself and walked in the motel, going up to the desk and smiling sweetly at the older lady maintaning the desk. "I'd like a room please." Allen said, pulling out one of the credit cards. The lady nodded, gave him the guest book, where Allen signed the name on the card with a flourish, and handed him a credit receipt. She had automatically taken out one day.

"Check out is at one. If you want to stay longer, you have to pay before then." Allen nodded and took his key, thanking the lady and walking up the stairs with Kanda. The faster they got to their room, the faster they could get Kanda patched up. Allen walked into the room and immediately noticed something was wrong. He blushed when he figured it out.

There was only one bed.

"Could be worse." Kanda looked the room over; it had the basics. A bed, a bathroom, a television; though he doubted they had cable. Kanda was currently experiencing that mixed feeling you got at the start of a vacation when you stepped into the cheap hotel room that would be your home the next few days. You know, the one where you're glad to have somewhere to sleep, but it's nothing compared to your own house and you can't wait to leave? Yeah, that's the one. Kanda glanced over at Allen, wondering what he thought of the place. He was a bit flushed for some reason...the raven followed his gaze and landed on the bed...was there something wrong with it? Then it clicked, the one bed situation again, huh? Well, he managed to get Allen to let him sleep on the floor last time, this shouldn't be a problem, right?

Well, this time, Kanda wasn't the guest, and he was the one that was injured; but he still didn't want to let Allen sleep on the floor. Kanda mentally shrugged, deciding that they'd deal with ti later, and emptied his pockets into the nearest drawer. "You can put the medical stuff in the drawer."

Allen nodded and went to the bed, not listening to Kanda's advice and dumping the medical things on the bed. The black square was on, broadcasting some lady with a really fake smile and really blond hair. Allen looked at it and shrugged, motioning Kanda over. Once Kanda came over and sat on the bed, Allen motioned for him to take the shirt off. Though Allen blushed, he needed to get Kanda patched up, and...well...he couldn't do that with the shirt on, now could he? "Take off your shirt." Allen said, pulling out the cream and bandages, going to the side table and putting the rest of the stuff in the drawer. Distantly, Allen listened to the too blond lady in the background. Nothing interesting, but she seemed to be talking about stuff that was happening now. Hm...maybe she'll talk about Solen and where he is.

Allen doubted it, but it was nice to think so, even for a little while.

Kanda didn't reply at first, wanting to tend to his own wounds. He wouldn't give Allen up, but that didn't mean he wanted to give up whatever scraplings of pride he had left. Though Allen wouldn't get that, and it wasn't worth the misunderstanding to complain. So, though a bit unwilling, Kanda lifted his shirt up, not liking the cold air of this motel room with that stupid fake new house smell. The raven distracted himself by looking over at the television, not remembering turning the thing on. So far it was the norm. First the weather, a few shootings, a kidnapping, then they attempted to uplift the mood with some senior citizens getting outside for the spring time or what not. Kanda wans't interested. They didn't say a word about what happened at his apartment building; that was good. That was all he was looking for anyways; all the other stuff just garbled up in his head and was forgotten.

How much longer until they start looking for us?

Allen was rubbing cream as carefully as possible on Kanda's wound, grimacing at the darkening bruise. It was big, and it looked painful. Once done with the cream, Allen reached over and picked up the bandages, spreading it out so he could get a good wrap out of it. Once that was done, Allen looked up, smiled, and started to put on the bandages.

"Today, in the Investigation hour, it was found that in the Lotus apartments, an elevator crashed with a person inside. It was an old elevator that hadn't been safety checked in five years. A young man was taking the elevator at night, seeming to go back down into the lobby.

What started out as a simple trip ended in injury.

The young man, who's name was not released, was trapped in the elevator as it fell from the second floor to the lobby. He is listed in stable condition at NOAH hospital. The family issued a statement today saying that the young man wasn't seriously hurt, but that they will take action to make sure that this never happens to another family again." A picture flashed on the television as Allen turned around. It was of a redhead with green eyes and an eye patch over one. Allen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and went back to wrapping Kanda's chest, not looking up in fear of messing up the bandages.

"Hm. I hope he's okay." Allen muttered.

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That's right Chikys. Lavi is making a comback. He has firmly been put in the hospital. But, like I said, no deaths! Lavi is not dead, but...he's in NOAH hospital. Which, at this point, doesn't mean anything too bad...yet. *smile* Just wait and see...

Kiyoko-kun

Kitty-chan