H'lo! This is Cross up for a new story!

When I decided I;d do this story with D, Gray-Man I was all ready to publish it -- until I got to the summary part. All of a sudden I came up with this idea to do a Yullen one instead of an OCxAllen one! I got so confused! So, I mailed Haru even though she hates the series and asked her to help me. She said I should do both. So, I am. I hope I didn't make any mistakes and I hope you enjoy this story.

Inspiration: 'Coin Operated Boy'

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man – you should cry out in joy.

Claimer: I do own my OC's and the plot/story – it's just that it was inspired by 'Coin Operated Boy'

Please regard me kindly.

This is Cross.

Signing off.

Prologue: Debt to Toys

I'd always been fascinated with toys. Fluffy stuffed animals, fast trains, tiny cars, fun board games, blunt bows and arrows, flimsy samurai swords, winding toys that made me laugh in glee, all of that 'kid' stuff. My room was littered with them, and it still is, no matter how hard I try to keep it clean. It's 'messy but organized'. That's what I like to say. But my absolute favorite was little figurines. Yes, those tiny people whom I would talk to, act out with, clutch in a feeble attempt to stay awake. Yeah, I loved them. They were always my favorite. I always had a favorite for every week. Heck, I had a favorite for every day. And sometimes it would spontaneously change within the second in the middle of playing, so I would get up and calmly walk to my toy bin and say 'good-night' to my dear little friend before placing them back in and fishing around for the next to peek my interests.

I was even more of a toy freak than those weird old collectors that went around trying to find the best quality figurines at the cheapest cheating price or at the most ridiculously expensive one which were eventually bought and placed on a dusty shelf to only be looked at and forgotten. I'd always felt bad for them. They looked so lonely.

So, I grew up. Yes, I had to sometime. I had gone through too many tragedies, so many that people pitied me the moment they spotted me. But I always held a special place in my heart for toys. The only thing that kept me happy. I felt indebted to toys, and I felt I had to help them out whenever I could to even out the kindness they had showed me.

So, I guess that's what prompted me to help out one particular toy. One particularly lonely toy. But, oh, how I had no idea what my kindness would get me into. No, I had no idea what was about to happen when I stole that toy. None, whatsoever…