Well it's been awhile since I updated and since you have all been so good about reviewing the chapters I put up I am making this update worth TWO updates in length. That's right, the good people we are jumping right into the story this time. No long winded rants from me this time. This is also done as a thank you cause I don't think you guys want to hear me drone on all the time. I'll do that later. As Always PLEASE REVIEW and thank you to those who do.

Oh again I have to pitch this because it goes so well with the style of story I am trying to set. Check out this video at youtube because I can't post a link. Type "D Gray-Man AMV – Missing." It was posted by GreenArcherAlchemist. This video is really touching and goes well with the past chapters and the style I am trying to set, highly recommend it.

Disclaimer: I do not own D Gray-Man nor did I post that vid I just mentioned but props to whoever did.

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Allen was now on the dirt road headed into town, thankful he was able to escape that situation with Lenalee. He didn't like to lie to his friends and preferred not to. This was the best way. No lies were told no harm was done....kind of.

As Allen walked at a calm pace, Timcampy perched on his shoulder, he started to inspect the umbrella that Road had left him which he now carried.

There, stretching from the handle halfway to the top of the umbrella was an inscription. The words dug into the wood of the umbrella and Allen had failed to notice them before. Probably because he was too busy with his own thoughts and concerns. There inscribed on handle of the umbrella was the following:

It's said that rain are the tears of god. Don't be fooled, god stopped crying for us long ago. Those are the tears of those who have died. These souls cry for those who now live for they are the ones who should truly be pitied.

Allen actually stopped for a moment after reading this. Such deep ideology inscribed in to the handle of an umbrella. He wondered who it was quoting as there was no name after the quote. It was so thought provoking. So melancholy, macabre, and disparaging. As if from someone famous. Allen really wanted to know who it was from.

Allen had found his way into town. The dirt road had become more well defined with the passage of time and the many feet that had used it. The roads had many people occupying it. Each on their with their own destination and set goal. Some wearing suits similar to Allen's or better. Some in more humble attire. Stores and other merchants could be seen through the windows of their stores hocking their wares or services. Yet not to far did one have to look to see the hidden side of the city.

Just like trash these poor folk lined the gutters and dirty alleyways of the city. Allen didn't have to look to find them, far from it. Instead one had to TRY and ignore their presence as all the people seemed to be doing. How could people be so blind to the suffering of others which was occurring right before their eyes. These weren't people to them...merely garbage which littered the streets. An eyesore which was brushed aside from the conscious mind and ignored.

How can they do such things. The clothes these people wore could barely be qualified as that. Merely rags and clothe to ward off the elements and the cold of the night...but they could not ward off the pangs of loneliness in the cold nights lying in the streets.

There were so many of them and yet no one tried to help them. Allen wanted to. He approached a group in an alley and took out his pouch which held his money. It didn't matter to him that he wouldn't have money to pay for dinner for himself. It's alright. I just won't eat. It's a fair trade so they can for once.

Allen took out all he had and realized with all the people there what he had just wasn't enough. This couldn't help feed all of them. It wouldn't even help 1/5 of those present and that was ignoring those whom Allen had passed earlier. This could only feed a few. It couldn't even clothe them. How does one choose whom to give it to. Allen didn't know. He merely placed the money on the ground. "Please distribute this amongst your selves. Let those who need it the most use it."

Those words fell on deaf ears as a mad dash for the cash ensued. Some seemed to fight over it. A woman with a young baby came up to him after all had been scrounged away. "Please...we could get nothing...do you not have anything you could spare for us. My baby and I are starving."

These people had not even tried to distribute the money to those who needed it most. Instead it was every man for himself. They did not have the heart to help this poor woman and her child....or maybe they were just too concerned with helping themselves. Who could blame them when you are starving. Allen tried not to think badly of them for their selfishness. They were merely trying to save themselves. It was not done out of selfish intent but self preservation. At least Allen hoped. He couldn't be sure which. But despite which it still left this poor woman and her baby with nothing.

Allen shook his head, "I am sorry miss. I have nothing else I can give you." Allen considered giving her the clothes off his back perhaps she could sell it for food. But still the fact was he needed those himself. Even if he did that he nothing to give the dozens of other suffering people.

Allen couldn't help these people no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't even alleviate the misery and hunger of 1/5th of the homeless he had seen. And those he did help it could only be enough to feed them for a day. What about the rest of those who were suffering in the world from homelessness and hunger. In the end it doesn't really matter does it. No matter how hard I try it's all pointless. I can't save them.

Considering all this these were merely the people whose suffering was apparent on the surface. What about those who suffering was hidden....like Allen's.

As Allen turned to leave the woman grabbed his clothes with a weak grip. "Please young sir you must have something else....you..you wouldn't let a baby starve and die would you?"

With regret on his face but resolve Allen disengaged her grip. "I am sorry...but I really don't have anything else at all I can give you. I am truly sorry."

With that Allen briskly walked away before she could continue to beg him.

It was true Allen didn't have anything else to give her. Yet he also thought why bother. It would be pointless wouldn't it. It wouldn't really save her. Just delay their suffering and the inevitable. What about the others. I can't help everyone. In the end it's pointless.

The good mood Allen had developed on his casual walk from the order to town was now destroyed. The nearby woods and scenery which had lifted his spirits on his way here now had been undone. Allen moved and weaved between the busy people on the streets. Being cautious and aware of pickpockets but then remembering he had nothing of value to steal. Yet more depravity....pickpockets whose theft inflicts suffering. Some may steal to alleviate their own suffering yet in doing so make others suffer. That's merely a possibility.

Allen realized he had become more deep and philosophical recently. More so then he normally was. Before he could turn his mind off for a bit. But now it seemed these analytical thoughts were now a constant and couldn't be shut off.

Allen found himself at his destination. The place was rather large and in the better off part of town. There weren't as many unsightly individuals (as some might call them) in this area of town. Wealth, privilege, and indulgence was everywhere but more so with the restaurant Allen stood before.

An aura of romance and candlelit dinners emanated simply from the lit windows which glowed a bright yellow with the darkening sky above. A somber and peaceful atmosphere was created from the simple elegance of the scene in front of him combined with the upscale architecture and style of design of the building. As Allen opened the thick wooden front door with lavish engravings, he didn't need to step foot inside to think of how unfair this was. Here these people were living a life of indulgence while not more the a few blocks away people were starving. Upon entering the entranceway which gave view to the wide dining area beyond Allen's thoughts were only confirmed even more.

A fine red carpet lay down to welcome those from the outside. Beyond the entranceway was a stand with where an attendee stood with a list of those who had reservations. Neatly trimmed hair and a clean pressed suit. The man perfectly fit in with his surroundings. Upon seeing Allen with his white hair and grotesquely disfigured eye the man's face seem to lose that calm air of welcome that it held a moment ago.

Beyond the attendee the red carpeting merged into the dining area and gradually the color faded from a bright red to a warm brown. The entire dining area was filled with people all of upper class by their appearance alone. The tables had clean white clothes covering them with lit candles that were merely for show. Small bit of various flowers lay in the center of every table in an attempt to increase the atmosphere of magic or class, whichever was the attempt. The real lighting was done by much larger candles which lined the walls around the dining room. A chandler above was lit with candles to create the warm, welcoming, happy atmosphere. The walls were in the same wooden design as the door with similar elegant engravings, only here and there were some potted plants to prevent the place from seeming too artificial.

The roof above was what truly captured Allen's attention. As if taking a page from Michelangelo's work on the Sistine chapel but not nearly as extravagant. On the ceilings were wooden engravings depicting....well scenes that Allen couldn't make out from this distance. It was quite a sight though. Not exactly impressive but a very nice artistic touch that gave the room a flare and life all it's own.

The man's face seemed to have lost it's disapproving look and returned to it's initial welcoming countenance.

"Uh Hello...um I am not sure if there's a reservation but I'm here to meet a miss Road Kamelot. Is she here?"

The attendee's eye's widened a bit at this bit of news and the icy front that he had been directing at Allen instantly disappeared.

"Ah you are Miss Kamelot's guest. Yes she has been expecting you. She's near the kitchen." He indicated with his hand to a corner which Allen assumed would lead him closer to the kitchen.

"I would take you there myself sir but I must man the door. I am sure you understand."

Smiling sheepishly, "Heh of course. Thank you"

"Oh and please give Miss Kamelot my best sir."

Allen briskly made his way around the corner. He looked around trying to spot Road but couldn't seem to find her amidst the sea of white tables and people. Allen took note that there were no Akuma present, his eye would have spotted that. For that he was grateful.

Road was playing with the dining ware making a kind of tower or pyramid out of wine glasses and silverware. She was bored. She was carefully trying to place another piece without tipping it over when the white color of Allen's hair caught her attention. She rose from her seat quite rapidly knocking her man made dinnerware tower over yet miraculously none of it breaking.

Allen saw her as she was standing waving with one hand and calling his name "AlllllEEEEN!!!" creating quite a spectacle. You'd be hard pressed not to see or hear her.

Allen smiled a bit embarrassed as he made his way over to her. As he did so he noticed what she was wearing and was thankful he took her advice and dressed up for the occasion. She wore a similar dress to what she wore that night in the graveyard yet this one made her seem more....mature despite her antics. It was a simple blue which went well with her hair but the color bled into a dark blue then midnight black in a symmetrical style. The end of the dress, which went to her knees, was laced with red which matched the red lace which ran down her arms to hook around her thumb. Although Allen couldn't see it the only thing which might have ruined the image was she lacked the heels (sorry she still couldn't walk in those...it was Hard!)

Her hair was down in a similar manner to that night in the graveyard. All in all She looked very pretty. I think she looks nice!? *sigh There must be something wrong with me.

As he made his way over to her he couldn't help replaying Lavi's words in his head. "So are you meeting a girl Allen?" "Are you sure it's not a date Allen?"

This is not a date. This is not a date. This is not a date.

Allen tried to convince himself it wasn't but with this current situation and the surrounding evidence he found his own conviction in this belief to be dissipating.

It does seem like a date doesn't it. Why would I even be second guessing myself unless it seemed like it was! Just stop thinking. You are making to big a deal out of this and probably just imagining things.

"Hi Allen!" She stood and gave him a tight hug.

When she let go a second later Allen smiled at her, "Hello Road." I am smiling at her...and I actually mean it...now I know there is something wrong with me. It had been awhile since he had given an honest smile. It felt nice.

"Oh Allen you look great! I love that little silk bow tie it's so cute on you."

As the two sat down Allen gave another embarrassed smile, "uh thanks."

"Hold on a sec." Road then did something which made Allen's heart stop. She went under the table.

What is she doing!!!

Thankfully she brought her head back from under it not a moment later holding a familiar looking top hat. Allen breathed a sigh of relief which Road took note of.

With a puzzled look on her face she asked, "What's wrong Allen....why do you look so red?"

"Oh uh...it's nothing....don't worry about it."

realization dawned upon her as she put two and two together. That trouble making grin gracing her face now as she looked at him with an accusing smirk and evil glint in her eye. "You were thinking something dirty weren't you Allen-kun." she said in a sing song low voice. Allen felt his face grow red under her accusing gaze.

"You are such a dirty boy Allen." She giggled at this. Allen, with his face red, quickly came to his own defense.

"What are you talking about! I...It's nothing like that."

"First you dream about me in the middle of the night and now this hmm. You are a boy after all it's only to be expected hee hee."

Allen momentarily lost his cool, "I...I'm not like that!!"

Road giggled enjoying the reaction she had gotten from Allen. "I'm only playing. It' s alright."

Allen sighed. She would give him a panic attack, how did she keep doing this kind of stuff to him? Allen then asked, "So what's with the top hat."

"Oh right! Oh well I stole this from Tyki, he's got more than one you know so he probably won't miss it. I always thought he looked so handsome in it and wanted you to try it on. It's a good thing I brought it because it looks like your outfit is missing something."

"uh....Ty..Tyki's hat???.....um.....alright." Allen did as she requested. She just seemed so happy and he couldn't refuse that pleading look she was giving him.

The hat went exceedingly well with the outfit. It was actually scary how good it looked all together. As if it was meant to be.

Giving a small squeal of joy, "Oooooh Allen it looks great on you! You look so handsome."

She never failed to surprise him. "Uh thank you." He took it off and tried to hand it back to her.

"No keep it. It looks good on you and Tyki's got enough that he won't miss that one. It would be crime if you didn't wear it."

"I....really shouldn't."

"I'll make a scene if you don't."

"alright then...thank you."

as comedic as this scene was Allen found himself amused as well. "Here Road I wanted to return this to you and thank you for lending it to me. It's only fair I return it after you giving me another gift. I also wanted to know whose quote this is."

Allen pointed to the handle where the inscription was placed. Road looked at it.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because....because it was really moving I thought. It's very deep and inspirational...even in a rather dark manner. Maybe that's why it's meaningful. Such a calm and touching acceptance of such a horrible fate. I....I just really wanted to know who wrote it is all."

Road looked at him for what seemed like minutes. "You did Allen."

Confusion was an understatement of what Allen was feeling and Road seemed to know this.

"Well actually it was the 14th who wrote it but well.....you know. He's a part of you so in essence you wrote it."

The mood seemed to darken at that. Allen said nothing for awhile. Road's eyes wandered to Allen's shoulder where she spotted a resting Timcampy nesting on Allen's shoulder sleepily.

In a blur Allen noticed something was missing? What was it? Timcampy!? Looking across the table He saw Road laughing and giggling as she poked Timcampy.

Poke

"It's so cute ha hahaha!"

Poke

"Awww and so tiny too."

Poke

"And those little wings and tiny feathers awww. haahahah"

poke

"It's like a living stuffed animal."

poke

After the last soft jab of affection Road began petting him affectionately which was a good thing because Allen was worried at how she seemed to have been abusing him.

"What's his name?"

"Ah his name is Timcampy."

"Where'd you get him?" she said as she gently tossed him in the air only to catch him.

".....my master, General Cross, gave him to me....before he died."

Road caught Timcampy but didn't continue with the little game of tossing she had started which Timcampy seemed to like.

"General Cross is dead!!!" Road seemed genuinely shocked, her eyes had widened in surprise and her mouth hung open slightly.

"Yes....we don't know how."

Allen then felt that he had to ask the next question or else he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

"Road did....did any of you kill him?"

".......Allen I didn't even know he was dead. I mean we could have but I imagine I would have heard something about it from Tyki or the Earl. I mean that would be big news....like celebration news! The Earl would throw a party if any of us had killed him. But no, nothing. Would you like me to ask the earl about it. I would have to let him know Cross is dead though."

Despite her being the enemy Allen believed her. She seemed so sincere and the shock in her eyes at the news. Inwardly sighing Allen resigned himself to take her for her word no matter how foolish that may be he found that he no longer cared. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters. Even amongst enemies there should be some form of honor and this was such a circumstance. Although one can not always trust their enemies Allen felt this was one time he should. If Road was lying to him well then everything seemed even more hopeless. It was surprising to Allen to realize this. That he had come to See his contact with Road and her words to him as something positive in his life. When did that happen?

The other matter Allen had to deal with was whether or not to leak this information to the earl in order for Allen to gain some information of his own. Information was a powerful weapon and the earl could use this. If the earl was as honorable as Road seemed to be...? No he couldn't risk it...not yet.

"Road I would rather you not mention it to him yet. I just can't trust my enemy with such a vital piece of info."

Road smiled devilishly at him upon hearing this. "But you trusted me!Does that mean youtrust me with such juicy gossip?"

Without knowing it Allen had leaked this info to the enemy unwittingly. He hadn't even considered Road might just tell the Earl. He just assumed she wouldn't....that....that she wasn't a threat to him right now. That whatever happened now would be kept right here and now and not leave this room.

His eyes widening slightly in contemplation at this, "Um yes. I never even really thought you might betray my trust. I never even considered the possibility." Allen smiled at her at this point, "so I guess I do trust you. Otherwise I wouldn't have told you that and I certainly wouldn't be here."

Unknown to Allen though Road had kind of drifted off after the words 'I trust you'. Those words lit a small spark and filled her with warmth. Allen could not comprehend how happy those words had made her. This warmth filled her face only resulting in a small blush but a much more noticeable smile...not filled with malicious or mischievous intent but....with happiness. Genuine happiness. It was not something Allen had ever seen in Road. Normally her smiles in not wicked were just childish happiness but this one was....different.

She's...really cute when she smiles like that. Allen thought to himself

Road spoke, "I won't mention it to anyone else Allen. I swear. It really means a lot to me that you trust me."

Silence was again settled over the both of them momentarily and Allen seemed to fall into disparaging thoughts again remembering his dead master.

It was strange how Road seemed distraught. As if she was irked at how her attempts to cheer the cloudy mood kept failing. Maybe that's why she said what she did next but it being Road it just might have been a whim.

"You know it might be fun to rip Timcampy's wings off."

At this Timcampy seemed panic and flutter his wings with a maddening attempt to distance himself from her but she held him close to her. Unable to escape, Timcampy seemed to give Allen a pleading look filled with tears or at least it seemed that way to Allen since Timcampy had no eyes but if he did Allen was sure they would be practically screaming at him.

Allen's eyes seemed to be screaming in panic as well after hearing this and he began waving his hands frantically in a gesture to dissuade Road.

"ROAD! No!...Please!!! Don't! He...he didn't do anything! Please!-"

Road's laughter cut him off before he could finish whatever he was panic induced ramble he was attempting.

"hhahahahah...aw Allen I am only playing. I won't hurt Timcampy even if it would be fun. But I won't. Though I could because I agreed I wouldn't hurt you. You didn't mention anything about anyone else."

Allen seemed to pale a bit at this which only made Road giggle a bit more forcing her to hold her free hand to her mouth to stifle her fit of giggles.

"But I wouldn't do that. I am only playing with you Allen. It's so much fun to tease you! But you might wanna consider these kinds of things in the future because if I was someone else you might be saying buh bye to Timcampy right now."

Allen breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "That wasn't funny."

"OH yes it was Allen-kun." Letting Timcampy flutter back to Allen's shoulder as she stroked a circle with her index finger onto the table in a display of flirting far beyond her years.

Where is she picking up these things? Allen thought to himself at the action along with other less tasteful things that he mentally chided himself for and will not be mentioned.

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Road could not believe her eyes. Allen had devoured more food then...then....ah there isn't even anything to compare it to. It's not like an eating contest because he still kept his table manners. It was like watching a bomb destroy the food then clean up after itself. Without those manners she would have considered this the act of a pig. But with them she could only marvel at how impressive his appetite was and wonder how he stayed so thin.

All that food has to go somewhere. If he stays so thin and fit then that's gotta mean he burns all that energy off...That's an aweful lot of energy then....I wonder what he could do with it all....???

Road couldn't help but laugh and giggle at her dirty thoughts.

The waiter had come and Allen had explained that he didn't have any money because of the incident with the homeless. Road found this to be a sweet gesture and encouraged him to order anyway. She would pay.

Allen protested the idea but Road was quite insistent pointing out how wealthy her family was and so Allen complied.

The look on Roads face as he placed his massive order was only overshadowed by her expression as she watched Allen destroy the food in a hurricane of forks, knives, and spoons.

They now sat finished with dinner while Road poked fun at how much he could eat. She wasn't upset at all. Money wasn't a problem.

Allen couldn't help but laugh with her as she teased him. This is nice. He thought to himself.

But with dinner over and pleasantries aside they had yet to deal with the specific reason for their meeting: Allen's despair and confusion.

Allen started, "I...I've been thinking for a long time....though it was only last night that I admitted it to myself that I am not sure if I am on the right side. Everything you've said Road. It makes so much sense now. If you had told me before I learned about the 14th, about Mana. I wouldn't have even considered such thoughts...but now. Now I'm not sure. I can't help but consider them and the more I think about it the more right your ideas seem. I feel like a horrible person because of that."

"You are not Allen." She put her hand atop his in a comforting gesture. "Your not horrible for being in pain. For wanting to save people's souls from their suffering. That's a good thing. It's the same thing the order does. They only focus on Akuma and not people though. If anything Allen it makes you a better person. It's understandable to feel guilty for believing such things to be right. All of us felt that way initially when we first recovered our memories. But with time we came to see our goal as a necessary evil that is required in this world because of it's flawed design. Allen to be so caring and kind...to be so concerned when you haven't even become a Noah...when you aren't technically a Noah. You are so special and wonderful."

Allen's hair hung over his eyes as he listened to her words. Such kind words he could never have pictured coming from Road had he not met her last night. Her words, both since last night and tonight, meant a great deal to him. They lifted his spirits. Not by making it seem like all the horrible things in this world would go away but by making him feel like he is no longer alone. That there are others like himself. That she understood how he felt and when he looked into her eyes when she was like this he could swear that he saw the same sorrow, pain, and despair in her eyes.

Because of that. That feeling of unity. That there were others like himself...who agreed with these ideas of saving everyone from suffering by ending this twisted world. People like the Noah...and Road. That gave Allen encouragement, confidence, and certainty that what he was feeling wasn't wrong

Allen came here tonight not really knowing why or what would happen. But now he did. He knew now why he had said those things to an unconscious Krory.

He didn't know it until now but he no longer believed that the path he had been walking was the right one any more. He didn't feel the Black Order was the path to achieve his goal: to save everyone's soul. Both human and Akuma. No matter what, this world was warped and wrong and there would always be suffering. Because of that the only way to save souls from that is to give their souls peace. Peace that could only be granted in death. Then when all were dead their souls would finally be free and be at peace. So that would be Allen's gift. The gift of death. Not just for Akuma but for humans as well.

This world must end. That was his goal. That was the goal of the Noah. Of the Earl.

All of this Allen knew, it had only been now that he had fully realized it. These words with Road convinced him fully.

With a breaking in his voice as he struggled slightly with the words, "Road...I'm ..not"

Again she seemed as if able to read his mind, "Allen are you sure you are on the right side?" Her hand still on top of his lending him the warmth of her contact and the serenity that went with it.

The words now came easier to Allen. Less struggle to form them. "No...I'm not."

Interrupting Road as her voice spoke up, Allen finished. "But I am now."

Allen raised his head to look her right in the eyes as he calmly spoke.

"I want to help you. I want to end this world and save everyones soul from suffering in this flawed world god created. I want to join you Road...and the Earl."

The hand Road had on Allen's tightened noticeably. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! All the blood was rushing to her head at the possibilities this presented. She was struck speechless, her mind overwhelmed with so many thoughts.

Allen seemed to grasp at one of these thoughts specifically as if sharing that mental bond that enabled Road to know what he was thinking.

"What about the innocence though. If I join your side the innocence will believe I have turned my back on god and it'll consume me...just...just like Suman. But I can't get rid of the innocence. Not just because I'll be useless without it but because....I'll die...without it. That hole in my heart. Where Tyki's tease bit. I should have died from that wound. That hole is still there and the only thing keeping me alive is the innocence. It's filled the hole in my heart and without it...I'll die."

As if possible Road gripped his hand tighter. She knew what Allen was talking about. She had learned on the ark of the hole Tyki had made in his heart. She knew what happened to exorcists who sided with the Noah. What could she do? Allen couldn't live without the innocence but with it he would be killed by it.

Road knew of the exorcist Suman and what happened to him. Word had spread of the new pet Tyki had found and when he was terminated by his own innocence Tyki didn't keep it a secret.

Road moved her seat beside Allen. The next words Road spoke Allen would never forget. "You're worried about the hole in your heart...."

With one hand atop Allen's she placed her free hand gently on his chest where his heart would be.

"Allen let me fill that hole in your heart."

Allen's blush was immeasurable. Wha...what did she say!? That ...that was so.. I can't believe Road could be so....romantic.

Allen Couldn't help these thoughts because putting aside his feelings what had just occurred was truly heart-touching in more than just one way.

Looking at her now with her hand on his chest, her eyes looking up at him meeting his. She looked so innocent and sincere. She looked....so...so

...cute

Allen's mind finished for him. He couldn't help but be moved by her display.

"That was...really amazing Road. I seriously do mean that but really what am I supposed to do about this? I promised myself I would walk my own path until the day I die and that's what I want to do but it seems the path I want to walk is one I cannot. I am incapable of walking on it."

There was a pause at his words as if Road was contemplating them though her eyes never left his.

"Then let me be your road that you walk on. The path you forge is your own but I'll be there so you can walk it. I promise I will help you Allen. I'll help you walk this path of yours if it's what you truly want. No matter what I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

She took her hand off his heart and put it to her chest and spoke, "road."

She placed it back on his chest and followed with. "walker."

She smiled slightly up at him. "The two go together."

Allen was again blown away by her touching words. Road is far more romantic than I had ever believed. I had no idea.

Words failed him and all he could manage in his flustered, blushing, embarrassed state was to nod his head in agreement.

With that signal of acknowledgment, Road followed with the inquiry that seemed to double as a statement, "let's go okay?"

Again Allen nodded in agreement and with that the two disappeared I a door that had formed beneath them both.

In an instant they faded into it and any trace of them was gone without anyone having noticed the magic show that had just occurred.

They also effectively skipped out on paying the bill in doing so. Leaving a very angry staff and waiter with an unpaid bill.

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Sugar N' Sweet: Now all you do is stick it in. It's easy. I know it's your first time so here go ahead and try.

Uh are you sure? You want me to just stick it in I mean....I thought there was more to it then that.

Sugar N' Sweet: Nope not really

Plus I am not really into this kind of thing...I find it in bad taste

Lollipop: *sniffle that's so beautiful.

What? Her teaching me how to tip at a strip club. (inches from relatively reluctanly placing a tip in a pair of panties Sugar is wearing.)

(Is hit HARD by Lollipop.)

Lollipop: Not THAT! The story. *sniffle It's so sweet and romantic the kind of thing every girl dreams about....(looks at him lying on the ground rubbing his head.)....If you wrote it doesn't that make you romantic too?

What? Me?.....hold on let me check....nope I still have a penis so I must not.

(Killing Intent from her rising)

JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING Please don't hit me! I am only playing. But yeah it does. I admit it. I am a lazy guy and wouldn't write something like this if I wasn't interested in it.

Lollipop: You don't seem like the type with all the....violent and psycho talk I guess to put it simply.

ANNNYWAY! It's that time again where I have to forcibly extract Reviews from you people....hmmm. (thinks for a minute) My threats against Yaoi were effective so I think I'll hold that hostage now as well but I won't do anything now to it because I am a man of my word. What else??....oh got it. Yeah at this upcoming international "ALL GUYS MEETING." Where all the guys around the world get together to discuss things and-

Sugar N' Sweet: Wait! There's an "All Guys Meeting" like that!?

-...yes...anyway like I said before I was interrupted. At this upcoming meeting we'll be discussing whether guys should stop being jerks to girls. Normally I would support this. But seeing as how it's now leverage for me and my demographic of readers...well you see where I am goin with this right? REVIEW Or else I'll lend my support in opposing this motion and guys everywhere will continue to act like complete tools and ass#$%. Threat threat threat blah blah REVIEW DAMMIT.

Lollipop: (whispers) you are bluffing right?

(whispers) yeah but it works.

P.S. I think I might have gone a little to far with the joke above. If so please let me know and I apologize.