R e i n c a r n a t e d T r u t h s

DiScLaImEr: i DoN't OwN D.Gray-man !

He was always tender with Allen. Soft, reassuring touches led to a pleasure higher than any other for both of them. Allen himself wanted to hold him so tight that they were merged together. He wanted them to stay like that forever - he wanted to dive into his deepest secrets, to be able to be the one who could understand what it was like. He didn't like being without him. He only wanted to swim across that long sea between them. His efforts were not enough. He knew they would forever stay two people, but he wanted to be so close it was suffocating. Suffocating from the bitterness and tenderness of him, the only one he felt he could confide in, share his worries, memories, and love.

His kisses were short and sweet; whenever Allen felt them, it was like he was trapped between heaven and hell. Those few precious moments carved into his heart and he never wanted anything more. He knew all good things came to an end, even dreams. But he never wanted to believe it until it happened.

And then it did.

He was dead - he really was dead. In the last battle, his life was seized by the curse. Allen was devasted. He didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't move. Only stared at his lifeless face, the wilted lotus flower he was clutching tightly in his hand. He was meant to be celebrating the world, ridded of all evil. Only how could he be so happy, without the sly whisper of 'Moyashi' in his ear? He prayed for the thing he wanted most - his ressurection. When it didn't happen, he could only pick up that man's sword and ask for forgiveness, and, he hoped with all his heart, sanctuary with his significant other...Mugen cut deep into his flesh, through his ribs, and deep into his heart. It didn't hurt. He was just numb all over, and cold. Oh, so cold...

"Kanda..!!" He choked because he knew he wanted it to be his last word. He gave a short smile. It was.

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I sighed. Not because I was generally unhappy or anything - it's just, you see, I was lost, and it was my first day of school...as my foster carer put it, "Not a frickin good first impression." It happened - let's see - around every time I found myself somewhere new. That pretty much includes a house. I managed to get lost in my room once.

But, I couldn't be thinking about trivial matters at such a time. Fiddling with my blazer cuff, I checked my timetable for the fiftieth time. History. History block, H7. Well, okay, I got the history part, but where is the History block? Every block looks the same. and just when I thought I found it, I realised I was holding my map upside-down. Frowning, I swivelled around and without looking up, took a large step forwards. Not a very wise idea. Scrambling up, I apologised to the person I had knocked over. My heart skipped a beat. A very handsome, tall asian guy was brushing himself off, glaring at me, his raven-dark hair swaying in a long pony-tail. I had this niggling feeling I'd met him somewhere before. Being the forgetful individual I am, I had no hope in remembering where.

"Stop staring, Moyashi," he demanded. I froze at the word 'Moyashi'. It felt so familiar, so...affectionate. Now where did I get that from?

"Uhh, yes, I'm sorry, I just- I'm Allen Walker, by the way. Not Moyashi. I'm new here," I smiled and held out my gloved hand. I hoped he wouldn't ask.

"Che, disappear already, Moyashi," The other eyed my white gloves but (luckily) didn't ask.

"Allen," I reminded him calmly. I hoped his attitude would clear. maybe he was just having a bad day, like me, since he wasn't in class either. It would be so cool if we were both new...!

"Moyashi," He smirked. I just lifted an eyebrow. But hey - what exactly did Moyashi mean anyway? I asked the man. His smirk grew wider. "Baka Moyashi," He taunted (I could tell by his tone.) To be honest, I had no clue what either of the words were in English, but hey, poor men can't be choosers, or something like that.

"What lesson do you have now? I'm kinda lost, I don't have a clue where H7 is..." I admitted. I needed help, after all. Would this guy give it to me, though? It didn't look like he would. I was about to say bye and go off to find someone more sociable but then he dropped the smirk, muttered something under his breath and grabbed my shirt sleeve. He was pulling me off somewhere. I got kinda panicky then. Where was he taking me? Was there some sort of special room for being beaten up by bad-mooded kids? I shivered. Maybe this guy and my foster carer could get on well.

...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

The two of them combined on me?

Scary thought.

I was just about to start protesting, actually, when he grumbled something that sounded like 'History, kuso, where was history again'. Maybe...Could he actually be taking me to History...? It looked like he was, because sooner or later, I started seeing doors marked 'H1', 'H2', and finally, a few doors on, 'H7'. I stared at it (the door), not quite sure what do do. And a little dumbstruck that the guy would actually help me. Heheheh...heh. Wow.

"Well, go on in then, Moyashi, History doesn't take place outside the classroom," the guy shoved me forward. I forgot that he was a bit...well, you know.

"I-I didn't catch your name?" I turned my head to see him looking down at me. Why am I so short!! Ohmygod...he was actually standing VERY, VERY close to me. I felt my cheeks tingle. Dammit, I have very light skin!

"I didn't throw it." Said guy began walking away.

"Oh come on, tell me-e!" I called after him. He stopped and turned around. I pouted. "Not like I'll try to kill you or anything!" I watched as the sides of his mouth quivered, like he was about to laugh. Now that would be a first.

"You, try to kill me? Hn, fat chance...no wonder you said you won't..." He was walking away again. I opened my mouth to shout something at him, but as I couldn't think of a witty comeback, I rotated to face the door that had been awaiting me, just as he shouted something over his shoulder. 'Kanda'. I froze for a second. Niggling feeling increased, and my pulse rate too. There was just something about that simple word that made me heat up inside. I wonder... He told me his name after all!

Good thing, he might as well have punched me or something.

Anyway, History. I pushed the door open gently, slowly. That was a bad idea, the door had obviously not had it's hinges oiled for a while. It CREAAAAAAAAAKED open so slowly and tediously that by the time I could fit through, all heads were turned towards me, including the teacher. He was a tall man with slick, brown hair brushed back over his scalp. His eyes bore into me. His arm moved thorugh the air and motioned to an empty seat. I, like I was hypnotised, moved robotically to where he was pointing, muttering that 'Sorry, I'm new, I got lost, I'm Allen Walker'. And down, into the chair I plopped. Mostly everyone's attention was still on me, but what'd you expect, I don't really look normal, what with my white hair and strange, long scar down my left eye.

"Umm, are you alright? You look a bit, weary..?" A girl that was sitting next to me with long hair parted into two bunches eyed me curiously. I shook my head to get rid of my glassy eyes zombie look. She smiled knowingly and glanced at the teacher, then went back to her work. I didn't really know what to do, but thankfully the tall man at the front told everyone to close their books and began a monologue.

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After the lesson, I saw the girl approaching me again, but she had someone else with her as well. It was a boy with red, gravity-defying hair and a sparkly green eye, grinning like he was the most lucky person in the world.

"Hey, you're name's Allen, right!" The guy grabbed my hand and shook it thoroughly before I had a chance to pull it away. "Gloves? In Summer?" He asked, puzzled, but then shook it off. "Well, I'm Lavi, it's awesome meeting you, heh!" He pointed at himself proudly. I wondered what he was thinking, while the girl next to him smiled, but not without a sweatdrop. She then shook her head sharply, as if she had remembered something that couldn't wait another second. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, did I! My name is Rinali. It's very nice meeting you," she smiled and blushed lightly. Which I must say, was very cute...Uh, pretend I didn't think that.

"Anyway, what class have you got next?" Lavi piped up. He seemed to be emmitting some sort of malicious aura that didn't match his expression. I wonder why...

"Umm, let's see..." I dug out the already-crumpled time-table from my pocket. "Ah! Mathematics!" Rinali's face dropped a bit.

"Lavi and I have Geography," She explained. Lavi blushed at the mention of his name from her. Ah, I get it! So that's why he got annoyed when she blushed at me...cutely...

DRRRRINGGGG!!! DRRRRINNNNGGG!!!

"Ah, that's the bell! we'd better go," Rinali waved at me and ran off with Lavi following close behind. I watched her back for a bit before realising I was going to be late. "Not again..." I muttered. And I took off to find M2, which as you have probably already guessed, I didn't know the location of.

Luckily, I came across the teacher of the class and he led me there. He introduced himself to me as Mr. Wenham and told us to sit down. He was a fairly nice person, not too strict and yet not too much of a pushover. I was going to like maths. Apart from one detail...

"Oi, Moyashi."

Guess who sat next to me?

"I'm Allen," I repeated for those with memory loss.

"Moyashi."

"Allen!" I folded my arms, annoyed. And pouting a bit. I can't help it, it's a reflex! And actually I do get embaressed, but I just can't seem to stop doing it. Always have, always will. I saw the raven-haired twitch.

"Uglyface Moyashi," he shuddered. I could have just cried there and then. Not.

"Back there, you two! Allen Walker and Yuu Kanda," Mr. Wenham pointed with a stick thingy, the name of which I cannot recall. "If you two are talking, it better be about Maths! Eastenders isn't what we should be discussing in class!"

"Eastenders was cancelled a year ago!" Someone from the back row protested.

"Nevermind that. Just get on," And Mr.Wenham picked up a cup of cola and while drinking it through a thin white straw, began to write up problems on the board.

(A/N: I don't own Eastenders, and it was not cancelled a year ago.)

I think I might be dyslexic, because I didn't understand what on earth the numbers on the board were doing. I must have said that outloud because Mr.Happy (aka Doom-and-Gloom-Kanda) turned to me and hissed, "They're flying around in aeroplanes, that's what," and turned back to his work. I noticed that his 'work' was actually scratching words into paper with a dried-out ink pen. I tried to look from a different angle to see what he could be writing. I'm surrounded by fucking idiots! Well there's a nice little twist to the phrase. I imagined a world with no Yuu Kanda. It was easy. First: I don't find history and end up in a skip bin instead (by accident). Second: I am being driven away while I eat unfinished chinese take away from the rubbish. Third: I'm flying through the air and land on something soft on the pile of decaying waste. Fourth: It's him!! "You can't get rid of me, Moyashi," He whispers and my breath is caught in my lungs. Damn him! Even in a world without him, he's still there! I huff a bit. Number four is considered unlucky in Japan, after all. I guess it makes sense.

"Okay, and now, the answer for number four..." Mr.Wenham's eyes landed on me. "...Walker, what is the answer?" I stare at the board blankly. Unlucky four indeed. I have no idea! I was busy imagining a world with no- forget it. I feel someone poking my arm sharply. I swivelled my eyes down to see a piece of paper with 894 written on it. "894...?" I wonder outloud.

"Correct," Mr.Wenham nods and carries on with the next questions.

"Baka Moyashi," Kanda grumbles.

"Umm, thanks..." I mumble. I pick up the piece of paper and begin fiddling with it, tearing the four off the end. I'd had enough of 4s. Kanda rolles his eyes and gets on with his paper-scratching. "Baka..." he mutters again.

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It was a trememndous relief when lunchtime finally rolled around. Not to mention that I was starving, enough to eat an elephant, or perhaps even the moon. As soon as I was out the door of the classroom, I was instantly seperated from Kanda in the stream of students shoving past each other to get to the canteen first. No-one wanted to stand at the back of the queue. It was seemingly impossible for me to get lost now, as so many students were heading down to the same place, but believe it or not, I got lost nonetheless. Fairly soon I found myself trekking through some tall weeds, in the midst of a small clearing between two empty buildings. I was ravenous by now...

It was one of those days when the sky outside is completely white, and you find yourself thinking, 'Hey, where did the sun go?'. I looked up, watching the very barely visible movements of the clouds. I didn't look at my feet, which is obviously a stupid idea. A brick shard was enough for me to trip on and go nosediving into the ground. My stomach wasn't even rumbling anymore. That was bad - I had to get to food now! I put my hands on the grass and tried to push myself up but I was too weak, especially my left arm. I saw my surroundings spin. Just before my strength drained entirely, I thought I saw a glint of black hair. Then there were some voices in the distance, it sounded like Lavi and Rinali...They were calling my name

and then

I blacked out.

"Don't worry, he only collapsed from hunger, everything's OK. We've readyed some food for when he wakes up."

I lifted my eyelids as my stomach rumbled. A good sign. But where am I? I hear footsteps... Oh, it doesn't matter, as long as there's food near me...There is! I'm going to eat it all...Yum...Yum, Yum...That was tasty. Now, all I've got to do is find out who was approaching me, and why I am here.

I lift my head up and my eyes meet Rinali's. I pinken slightly, but see Lavi standing behind her and look away.

"Allen, are you alright? We picked you up when you collapsed," Rinali said in a worried tone. I nodded, said I'm fine.

"Did you eat the food you were given?" Lavi asked, also concerned. Again, I nod. He gives me a thumbs-up sign. "You'd better eat, small Moyashis like you need food to grow!" He teased. But there goes that word again, 'Moyashi'. What does it mean? I asked Lavi and he chuckled.

"Well, Yuu-chan was calling you that at lunch, so I thought you'd know! Well, it means Beansprout." Silence.

"B...B-Beansprout?" I echo. Lavi made a confirming noise. Silence again as Rinali watches with interest. I was still Silent. But what could I say really? To be called beansprout...There's no way in hell can I think of a logical explanation for this 'nickname'.

"...My name is Allen." Lavi fell down.

"That's...all?" Lavi gurgles from his position. Rinali shoots him a disapproving look.

"Well, what could he say?" She defends me. I give a nod of gratitude as she smiles. Argh...cute...again...Speaking of cute, where's Kanda? Hold on, Hold your horses, whatever, my thoughts aren't making sense. Speaking of cute equals Kanda? Um...I'll ask...anyway...

"Did you see Kanda there, when I fell?" I recalled seeing his black locks. "I thought I saw him..." Rinali and Lavi exchanged looks.

"Actually, we did see something...It was a shadow. It just stormed past us, and we thought we'd follow, so we did, and then we saw you collapse..." Rinali frowned.

"Yeah, it was like the thing led us there," Lavi added. I wonder, could it really have been him, the anti-social bastard? Probably...not...

"Well, either way, you slept through PE, so we can go to our dorms now. But what happened just now, we are not letting you anywhere by yourself, or you might get lost, Moyashi-chan!" Lavi said cheerily. I flinched at the nickname. I guess I'll be doing a lot of that if he continues, so might as well practice...I flinched again. And once more. and a last time for luck. Oh, and one to grow up...

"...Allen?"

...and one for the old man's coconuts...

"Are you sure you're alright, you're acting kinda strange...?" Rinali enquired and I sighed.

"Forget it. Let's just go to our dorms..."

I had a dream that night...I saw him in that clearing again. He stood still, long hair swaying in the breeze. I called for him once but he didn't turn. The second time, he did. But his face wan't there...Where was it? It looked so unreal. Come on, I want to see your face! Once more, your beautiful deep eyes, the sharp nose and straight face, and those warm lips, the once that I would caress with my own so often...I miss you...Why won't you show me your face? Is it something I've done? Please, I'm sorry for what I did...Will you forgive me, tell me it's OK, just like you always used to? Because if you don't, I think I'll go crazy...

It's me, Allen...Can you hear me, Yuu...?

T o B e C o n t i n u e d . . .