Disclaimer: Yeah, still don't own.

Warning: boy x boy, no likey, no read.

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Part 1:

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Allen Walker stared jadedly at the clock, hoping the bell would soon ring; he couldn't take much more of this.

The teacher had caught Lavi passing notes to him a week ago. Furious that his worst student interrupted his lecture on Vectors and Gravitational Forces (physics was his secret fetish), he sent Lavi and Allen to opposite sides of the classroom, but not before scolding both thoroughly; that got a few giggles going.

Allen was fine with the new seating arrangement. The new arrangement was suppose to allow him some peace away from Lavi, giving him a chance to learn; unbeknown to Lavi, Allen loved learning.

It wasn't the learning itself that appealed to the boy but rather, the idea of knowing he was better than everyone else. –Except "everyone else" translates only to "Yu Kanda".

Kanda was (like 99 percent of other school-based fan fictions) the smartest student in the school. He was the perfect boy, athletic with a brain to match, and the bud of every girl's affections. And "every girl" translates to the school's female population plus Allen Walker.

…Not that Allen liked him or anything like that. He simply admired him… a lot.

…Enough to stare at him everyday… to stare at him so much that his grades had taken a dramatic dive.

"No, no, no," Allen muttered to himself as he shook his head furious. This caught curious looks of his classmates. "I can't like him."

There was no way Allen Walker was allowed to like Yu Kanda.

Why? Well, there were plenty of reasons as to why he couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to like him but rather, it was because he couldn't like him.

For one thing, what would everyone think of him when they find out that he was gay? Lavi wouldn't be friends with him anymore (most guys are homophobic) or, if he was nice enough to stay friends with the ostracized gay boy, Lavi would probably be too scared to ever hug or touch him again.

And what about Yu Kanda? The guy born without a heart? Not only would Kanda find Allen disgusting, like the rest of the school's population, but there was no chance that the ass would return Allen's feelings.

Nope, none. No chance at all.

That's how much of an ass Kanda really was. In fact, Allen wouldn't be surprised if Kanda simply laughed at Allen's confession.

Kanda would laugh at his confession, ripe out his heart, and jump on it, chuckling manically. This brought a stray tear from Allen's right eye.

So what could he do in such a hopeless situation? Easy –he had to do all that he could to attract Kanda's attention, whether it was making a fool of himself or beating him on a test.

Being Lavi's friend had prevented him from doing the latter of the two –though being his friend helped Allen establish a reputation as the class clown- but now that they were separated, he could finally accomplish that task. Even though Allen may not be the smartest person around, he believed in himself and knew that as long as he did so, he can surpass any obstacle placed before him. –Just keep moving forward and never look back!(1)

But it was because of Kanda that his newfound hopes of finally being intelligent (and not having to be referred to as "Lavi's equally dumb friend") were crushed. His new seat was in the back of the room, meaning he had a good view of the majority of his classmates –including Yu Kanda, who sat but two seats in front of him. Now, instead of fooling around with Lavi every day and privately try to obtain Kanda's attention, he now spent his time staring at the boy, hoping his intense rays would magically make him turn around. Then the long-haired boy would confess his eternal love for Allen and they would live happily ever after. (--This is why, kiddies, you should all stay in school and study hard; don't end up like Allen)

Allen frustratingly crushed his hands against both sides of his head released a long sigh. He flashed a pleading look towards the clock before, releasing that it was hopeless, turning his rearing his attention to the back of Kanda's head. There goes all optimism on the topic of Allen learning.

He glanced once more towards Kanda before burying his head into his arms. The more he stared at Kanda, the more his heart, against the wisdom of his brain, thought it possible for the two of them to have a relationship. And when Allen started getting these delusional thoughts, he knew the only thing he could do was sleep it off.

Maybe Lavi would wake him up after class ended, he though groggily. This was only the first period of the day and he shared five out of the remaining seven periods with Kanda.

This was going to be a long day.

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"Hey Allen." "Wake up you lazy ass."

… "Allen! Wake up you lazy ass!" "What's with this kid?"

"Wake up, dammit!" "Geez Allen, you do this like, everyday….

"…But you sure look cute, so kissable, when you're asleep."

"WHAT??"

The remains of the class snickered when Allen Walker, the British class clown, suddenly jumped out of his seat and fell to the floor.

"What an idiot."
"Total loser."
"Cute dummy."

"Huh, who said that?" Allen grumbled loudly, sprawled on the floor. He looked up to see Lavi hovering over him. "Lavi, who said that?"

"Who said what? No one said anything. Everyone laughed at you, if that's what you mean." "Allen's so weird sometimes."

"Don't lie to me. Someone called me a loser! I heard it!" Allen got up and fixed his uniform, "and don't think I didn't hear that!"

"Hear what?" "What are you talking about?"

"I heard you! I heard you calling me 'weird'. Don't think I didn't hear that!"

Lavi looked taken aback, causing Allen to beam proudly; looks like he had caught his friend's bad lie.

"What-what are you talking about, Allen? I didn't say that." "Or did I? Did I say that out loud? I'm pretty sure I didn't…"

"What do you mean? Of course you said it out-" Allen paused mid-sentenced. Now that he was standing, he was able to look at the person he was conversing with, instead of having to talk towards the ground. And now that he was able to look at Lavi, he realized that there were two sets of voices coming from him.

Two. Sets. Of. Voices…

And the movements of Lavi's lips only matched one of the two sets…

"Erm, Allen," Lavi said apprehensively, "are you ok?"

When Allen broke from his state of confusion, he realized why Lavi was so unnerved.

Allen's eyes were mere millimeters away from Lavi's lips. He was probably unconsciously moving towards them, figuring that the closer he was to the problems, the easier he could find a result.

"Allen… aren't you a little close-" Before Lavi was given a chance to finish, Allen fell backwards, flat on his bottom.

"Ah! I'm so sorry. I totally didn't notice," Allen exclaimed as his blush reached the tip of his ears.

"It's ok." "Too bad you didn't stay in that position longer."

"EH??"

"…What? Did I say something wrong?"

Allen continued staring with his mouth hanging in a gaping position. There it was again –the two voice thing.

"N-no, you didn't say anything wrong…" Allen's voice trailed off, unsure of how to reply. If he said he heard another voice coming from Lavi, he'd probably be treated as if he was insane.

Maybe that was it… Allen had lost his mind.

Yes, of course! That was it! Allen, obviously, was going crazy. He must be so depressed over his unrequited love with Kanda that he was imagining voices.

…Which… is… why he's hearing Lavi flirt with him! It's because his depression overwhelmed his sense and led him to seek compliments everywhere, even from his best friend.

And Allen had to admit that the idea of Lavi being in love with him boosted his lack of depression… maybe even enough for him to consider Kanda being…

"No, no, no," Allen muttered, earning him an odd look from the other boy, "I'm going crazy."

"Erm, well Allen, I don't know what's wrong with you but we kinda' should get to class now-"

"Oh yeah! Class! Yeah, I have to go to class!" Allen said, edging towards the door, "Yeah, I have to go! I'll talk to you later."

Allen rushed out right after he finished his last sentence, leaving Lavi confused and slightly-worried.

Guess I'll have to ask him about it later.

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"What am I going to do? I failed another test!"
"He better call me tonight or I'll be so pissed."
"I can't wait till fifth period. My teacher is so hot."
"I don't want to go to class."

Allen clutched his head, repeatedly reassuring himself that all the noises were in his head. What else could it be?

"I wish she'd notice me."
"D. Gray-man is an awesome anime."
"Shit, I forgot where my locker is."
"I'm hungry."

Allen looked and sure enough, the lip movements didn't match was he was hearing. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe… he was hearing people's thoughts…?

"Could that even be possible?" he muttered softly. "Doesn't that only happen in movies, books, and fanfictions?"

Allen sighed, frustrated with a hint of sadness. This was too much –there's no way he could read minds! He's definitely losing it.

…But then again… it could be possible. What else can the voices be?

…And even if he could read minds, there was no way he could prove it to himself.

…Can he?

The late bell rang, stirring Allen from his thoughts. When he was finally pulled back into reality, he realized the halls were briskly empty. This drew another sigh from the boy; he should have noticed the halls were empty when he stopped hearing people's thoughts.

-Not that he can hear thoughts or anything. –He wasn't ready to admit that himself just yet.

Dragging his feet through the halls, he finally arrived at his second period, fourteen minutes and thirty-eight seconds late. Normally, Allen would be terrified, afraid to face his English teacher's wrath; however, his thoughts were too distracting for him to realize anything anymore.

There must be some way I can prove that I am reading thoughts, he though, absent-mindedly opening the classroom door. He didn't notice how his entrance disrupted the studious feel of the room. Instead, without uttering a word to the teacher, he proceeded to walk towards his seat.

But before he could reach his seat, a figure blocked his path. Allen looked up at the face of the man, still too entranced in his dilemma to be aware of his surroundings.

"Mister Walker, why are you so late?" "Porn."

"Oh, I'm sor- what??" That definitely pulled Allen back to reality.

"What 'what'?" "…"

"Oh, yeah… it's nothing."

"Mister Walker, are you trying to irritate me even more?" "…Porn."

"…No sir…-"

"Well, aren't you going to at least attempt to make an excuse as to why you're late?" "…Porn."

"…Ok sir… Erm, I was late-" "Porn…"

"…because-" "Porn, porn, porn."

"I was busy-" "Hot naked girls!"

"OK, SHUT UP, YOU HORNY PERVERT!"

The class gasped in unisons at Allen's seemingly random insult. They gasped not because no one felt the same about English teacher Marian Cross but rather, it's because they all knew better than to call him out on his private issues.

After a few smacks on the face, Allen found himself in the principal's office, under Cross's threat of suspension. He looked out the find and stared on his fleeting, down-casted reflection.

At least some good did come from this. He knew now, for sure, that he could read minds –everyone (which includes Allen) knew what Cross Marian thought about on a daily basis.

Allen thought a little more about his ability before turning his thoughts of his impending punishment. Normally, he would be in quite a bit of trouble for mouthing-off to a teacher (Asian strict-schooling policies) but since it was Cross, he'd probably just get off with some kind of weekend detention…maybe…

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"Oh my gosh, I think I see Kanda!"
"No way! Where, where?"
"Kanda??"
"Yu Kanda?"
"I think he's over there!"
"Oh my gosh, I see him, I see him!"

Allen was finally allowed out of the principal's office just before fifth period, which was his lunch hour. He had gotten off with a sympathetic pat on the head (Cross's perversion was well known) and was told that he had to be detained for a few period only for show, so that the rest won't run wild with the knowledge of knowing how lenient the school system is.

Allen had been cursing his luck (he missed two periods of Kanda!) when destiny intervened and brought Kanda, along with his screaming fan girls, to his doorstep.

"These girls are so annoying."

-And Allen had almost punched himself in the face when he realized how useful his new gift could be.

"Kanda! Wait up, Kanda!" "He's so hot."
"Kandaaa, please accept these gifts." "Great piece of eye-candy."
"Kanda, please talk to us!" "I bet he has a great personality."

"Get lost." Kanda replied, much to Allen's joy, before stalking off. "I'm not interested in dumb people like you.

"I would only be fall for someone sophisticated, like a person who understood poetry."

Allen had been discreetly following Kanda when he heard that brief train of thought and right after, he felt his jaw drop a few centimeters. Yu Kanda likes poetry??

And while Allen pondered over this new development, Kanda disappeared into the cafeteria.

"Wait," he said automatically (in quite a loud voice too), "come back!" He hurriedly followed the man, hoping that even more insights would be revealed to him; he wasn't very good at poetry so he hoped there was another way to win his man's heart.

However, when he opened the doors to the cafeteria, an immense wave of thoughts flew out towards him.

"-and I was like-"
"-I hate his stuff-"
"-tastes good-"
"-Can you believe-"
"-I don't know-"
"-what weird-"
"-and she thinks-"
"-can't think straight-"
"-blah-"
"-blah blah-"
"-blah blah blah-"
"-I'm too lazy to make up more-"

The number of thought rang into Allen's ears, causing him a pain so unbearable that it brought him down to his knees. He closed the doors in a hurry and ran down the halls.

There was no way he could go in there. Instead, he'd have to wait here until the period ended if he wanted to talk to Kanda. He sighed, glancing forlornly back at the lunchroom doors.

Well, he was stuck outside, he should at least use the time allotted to him wisely. I guess I'll brush up on some poetry.

Glancing around the corridors, he walked into the student library with as determined face. But before pulling open the doors, a thought occurred to him.

Just because the students in the library are silent doesn't mean they won't be thinking. And if Allen entered the room now, he would be bombarded with intellectual phrases.

Maybe it'd be best if I run in, borrow a book, and read it outside…

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"Hey… Kanda?"

Kanda had just walked out the cafeteria and was already stopped by another (possible) fan. These people were really getting on his nerves.

"What?" Kanda spun around, distaste oozing from his eyes as he glared down at Allen, "oh, it's just you, you stupid bean-sprout."

"Don't call me that," Allen replied habitually. When he realized Kanda's droning eyes were still pinned towards him, he continued on. "Did I ever tell you that you have really pretty hair?"

…Wait, I don't think that's poetry.

"What?" "What is he up to?"

"Wait, no, I mean, how it shines. You must take really good care of it."

...That didn't sound right either…

"What are you-"

"The way it glistens under florescent lighting reminds me of shallowed waves, swaying under the autumn breeze."

"…Wha-"

"And your rare smile –it brings about a constant image of children's laughter as they play in the gardens, at their most carefree of ages."

"Look Allen, I don't unders-"

"And the way you walk! Oh, the way you walk. Every step you take is like the singing of melodic-"

Before Allen could finish, Kanda stormed off, with disgust evident in every corner of his expression

Allen watched the retreating figure of the love of his life as his face broke down into a deep frown.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

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(1) Yeah, I know, I'm creative :p

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Ok, Ok. I was going to make this a one-shot but it was getting too long.
I'll think I'll just break it up into two pieces.

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