Hello hello again. Here I am, with another story of…well, random activities. You see, I can only write humor. It's my policy. Seriously, I hate writing dramatic stuff. It's just not…me. I mean, sometimes dramatic is okay, if it's within a mostly-humorous story. Ah, yes, it's hard being me, but I manage. Um…why does my clock say it's 1 AM? It's so clearly 2. Okay, time for me to stop reading and actually start writing. Disasters will have to wait.

Anyhow, I felt like writing something different. Not to worry, I'm still going with my Florian story. I just sort of hit a block, you know. Then I was reading -Man, which was the cause of my previous babbling, and this wonderful title popped into my head, like…like poof. It was there. And there you have it. Please, enjoy. Now.

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Allen and Lenalee's Picnic of Fantastical Fortitude

A story of mishaps and mayhem

And maybe sometimes delicious deserts

Brought to you by

THE AMAZING AUTHOR WHO WROTE IT (EXCLAMATION EXCLAMATION)

And yes, the word "fortitude" works here. I was so happy. So happy.

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Disclaimer: Hah, I don't own D. Gray-Man. If you say I do, I'll punch you. That rhymed unintentionally, the end.

Chapter Summary: Oh, it was only supposed to be a picnic…just a picnic…

It was a cloudy, blustery day, fit only for reading books or potentially battling the forces of evil. If you're into stuff like that. It certainly was not a day for a picnic. No, really, it wasn't. Unfortunately, there are some people in the world who are capable of overlooking small details such as this, and Lenalee Lee was one of them.

The wind was moderately blowing when she first asked.

"Allen, let's go on a picnic!"

Poor Allen had just stared at her in disbelief. First, he didn't know where in the world the idea for a picnic was coming from. Second…glancing out the window, he really, really didn't know where in the world the idea for a picnic was coming from.

When he didn't answer, Lenalee tugged on his arm. "Did you hear me?"

"Um…" The windows rattled with a gust of wind. "Yeah, I heard you, but…"

Somehow, Allen managed to change the topic and escape. But that was only the first time.

The second time Lenalee asked, the wind had increased to a sizeable windstorm. The windows wouldn't stop rattling, and there was talk about taping the large ones up, "just in case", a phrase which seriously worried Allen. It was when he was walking down a corridor, thinking about taping up the windows, when he was accosted.

"Allen!" cried Lenalee, suddenly appearing behind him. "Let's go on a picnic!"

Allen froze, then turned around reluctantly. "…now?"

"Well, of course now," said Lenalee, as if he should have realized that. "When else?"

Allen glanced outside. "But isn't it kind of…well…windy?"

Lenalee dismissed "windy" with a wave of her hand. "Not even. I've seen worse. So, wanna go?"

Again, Allen somehow got out of it. It was probably the guy who came running down the corridor, grabbing onto Allen's arm and dragging him away, crying something about windows. Oh, dear.

But then there was the third time. And the third time, unfortunately, Allen was unable to escape.

"Allen," said Lenalee in a huff, "You're avoiding me, aren't you?"

Looking around desperately, because he really, really didn't want to go on a picnic in the now gale-force winds, replied, "N-no, of course not. W-why would I be avoiding you?"

Lenalee sighed. "I just wanted to go on a picnic. The wind really isn't all that bad, and I have free time, and…and…and who knows when I'll have free time again? Maybe never. Ever."

Allen attempted to back away, becoming increasingly nervous with Lenalee's big-eyed stare. He had this awful feeling in the pit of his stomach…

"Please? Please? Just this once?" Lenalee's arm shot out, grabbing onto Allen's sleeve with stunning speed.

"But Lenalee…the wind…" said Allen weakly, still attempting to escape.

But no, Lenalee had him in a death-grip. "The wind's no big deal, I'm telling you. I know this really great spot where we'll be perfectly safe."

Somehow, by the way the trees were bending over backwards outside, Allen doubted this. But it was too late. He was caught.

"O-okay, fine," said Allen, nervously.

And with that, he was somehow running down the hallway with Lenalee, towards his unsuspecting doom.

"You'll see, it won't be bad at all. The wind probably won't even be a problem," said Lenalee, dragging Allen along with her to get the food.

"It's the probably that worries me," Allen moaned, really wishing he had done something…anything…to get out of this.

But his troubles were far from over. In fact, they were only starting as something ominous loomed in their pathway, sending them to a screeching halt.

"Uh…" Allen stared up at the frightening silhouette. For some odd reason, the hallway was frighteningly dark.

"Where on earth do you think you're going at a time like this?" came the growling voice of the ever-frightening Komui. "We're taping all the windows shut! All the windows shut."

"Eh…" Allen attempted to back away. "I-I was just…"

"Gasp! And with my lovely little sister, no less!" Komui wouldn't let anyone get a word in edgewise, so distraught with the situation was he. "Lenalee! Shame on you, going off without telling your only brother!"

Lenalee put on her stubborn face. "But I-"

"Thank goodness you two weren't thinking about going outside in that horrible, awful weather. Who knows what I'd have to do to the person who put my beloved sister in such a dangerous situation!" Komui stared at Allen as he ranted, eyes glinting unsettlingly. Allen gulped.

Suddenly, Lenalee's stubborn face vanished. "Of course we weren't going outside."

"We weren't?" This was news to Allen.

"No, we weren't," said Lenalee firmly, giving Allen a 'look'.

Komui looked down his nose at the two liars. "Then where were you going?"

Lenalee's lie was seamless. "To the library."

"Alone?" Komui stared them down. "Together?"

"Actually," said Allen weakly, "You can't really be alone together…"

Komui glanced at him. "Shut up, you. Can't you see Lenalee and I are having a Discussion? Really." He turned back to Lenalee. "If it were anyone but you, I'd be worried. However, I'm sure you're going to the library, as you said, to…um…broaden your horizons, like young people should. Go, then, go and frolic among the books! Amass great knowledge! And be down for supper." And with that, Komui turned and walked away, confident that he had just averted a disaster.

"Oh, brothers," said Lenalee, sighing. "Anyway, come on. I'm sure they'll be taping up the doors soon."

"Taping up? The doors?" said Allen incredulously. The doors were all huge! Or…mostly, anyway. How in the world would they get enough tape to tape them all up? And…would the wind even be able to blow them open?

"In case you were wondering, those doors have blown open before," said Lenalee, confirming Allen's worst fears. "It…wasn't pretty."

If the wind could blow those doors open…what chance would a skinny kid like him have? Allen gulped, fearing the worst.

He had good reason to.

And there you have it. Chapter…um…one. Oh, Allen. Why do I always like the nice guys? …because they're nice, I guess…this isn't making any sense. I feel like I need to talk about something, though…cake? No. Papercuts? Yes. They're horrible, but I haven't gotten one in a very long time. Watch me get one now.

Um…I have so very many things to do that I just might forget about this poor little story unless you review to let me know you're actually reading it. If you just read it and don't review…then I'll think you hate it and I'll delete it and go sit in a corner and cry, ultimately leading to my untimely demise. You wouldn't want that to happen, now would you? So please review.