HOLIDAY!!!

Heeloo ^^! It's me... again -_-''

My my my! Guess what happened? I'll tell you... HOLIDAY IN POLAND! (umm... officially holiday begins on 19th June, but there's no reason for me to go to school, when my grades are known. Am I right or am I right?)

And so, let's spread holiday on FanFiction! I hope I'll keep up this story as good as my both, already, on-going stories.

And I started to write BSE about 5 months ago. It's going to be hard... REALLY hard.

Though I really DO NEED your REVIEWS. Of course, I'll be writing till you die from boredom, 'cause I'm mostly writing for myself...

... but reviews are also nice? Please, have it in your mind! PLEAAAASE! Don't you see I'm begging here? Don't you! You want to die!? Or not!? Your choice!...

... but leave review at least xP Then you can die in peace ^^

Ok, I'm sounding too desperate here. So... SUMMER, PLEASE BLESS ME WITH YOUR INSPIRATION FOR THIS FIC! And I want a good weather ^^ And more Laven! And new manga chapters of DGM T-T

Formalities are known to everyone? I'm sure they are. Nevertheless, I'm kind of expected to say:

1. I DON'T OWN CHARACTERS FROM D GRAY MAN! THOSE BABIES WERE BORN FROM KATSURA HOSHINO'S FERTILE PEN (or pencil? Who knows...)

2. THIS STORY CONTAINS YAOI, WHICH MEANS BOYxBOY LOVE! OFFENDED BY THIS? THEN I DON'T CARE, BUT IF YOU START TO FLAME, THEN I'LL CARE. IN A NEGATIVE WAY. SO, WHEN YOU DON'T LIKE THIS, THEN DON'T READ AND FIND YOURSELF SOMETHING BETTER TO DO. OR READ.

Uff, I hate repeating it over and over again -_- But for me it's like an obligation. Better stick to the rules!

Enough of my talking here! It's time to begin the adventure!! ADVEEENTURE!

Enjoy ^^

BEST SUMMER EVER

~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 1: The fun begins! No way...~~~~~~~~~~

-How in the Heaven's name have I got here?- That was a rhetorical question, which I asked to myself right after I had left the bus. I look around and what do I see? It's a camp. A camp in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a suspicious, dark forest; having a lake in center of the holiday camp. There are many, many wooden houses (or barracks, I'd rather point out...). It's a horror for me. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to come... -There is no way I'm going to survive here for a month...

-Oh, don't be such a whiny!- Yeah, easier to say than to do. You know, most of people think British are the most whining nation in the world. Not to mention most sarcastic. But those are only rumors, in the reality everybody complains, some less, some more. -You know, I can't wait for a beginning! I've heard there's going to be lots of entertainment and other stuff!

-I don't care. I want to go home. Now.

-But Allen!

-Drop it, Narei.

-Eh... You're a fun-spoiler. No fun allowed.

-Why, thank you. - I smiled and waited for a bus driver to open this stupid luggage container and pull out everyone's stuff. My suitcase is probably right under a millions of bags, packs and boxes, so I'm going to wait here forever. This boys-and-girls crowd makes me suffocate, I completely have no idea, where should I stand or go. The driver is unpacking coach. Great. Now what?

-Allen Walker.- Yeah, that's me. After maybe forty names, I've finally got to hear my own. As I said, my suitcase was on the bottom. You could notice the fact just by looking at a creased surface, torn back-pocket and completely broken glass of water, that I happened to have inside...

-Wow, Allen. That doesn't look good.- Narei, my dear friend, you're very observant, aren't you? But no, I must admit it. That wasn't very wise of me to put a glass bottle inside my luggage. I wanted to use it for my watercolors later. I looked up and saw his reassuring smile. -Don't worry. Your things will dry, it's only a water.- His attitude is the same as always: cheerful, calm and clever. Narei is my best friend from India, we've met each other on the artist's website through the Internet. He compliments my watercolors and I like his photography. The first time we saw each other was on holiday, two years ago. Yeah, I've been to India. When he saw an advertisement of "International Holiday 'Black Order Camp'", he phoned me and said that we have to go there. I didn't want to, but got persuaded. And the main reason is...

-Hey! You idiot nephew, what have you done to your luggage? You two brats, get out of my sight and go to your group!- ...my foster Uncle, Marian Cross, is the vice-head organizer of the camp. I wanted to break free from this man, but, as I said, I'VE GOT PERSUADED. He's a total evil person. Drunker, womanizer, debt-gatherer, jerk, and many other similar nouns.

-Group? Do we have any groups here?- I thought we're going to stay together with others.

-Of course there are, idiot. There are age groups and you two belong to the second group for aged 14-16, do you get it?

-Yeah, I do. How many groups we have here?

-Only three. The first one is for seniors, 17-19. You're in the second, for a medium-ass-teenagers. The last are the youngest brats, 11-13. You better stay, where you are, idiot, or else you'll get into trouble.- He furrowed his brow and ran his fingers through his long, red hair. I wonder why should I be careful? -Ok! Everyone! We're meeting before the main building in 10 minutes! 10 minutes, no more, no less, or you'll get punished on the first day of your fun, do you get it!?- *Sigh* Geez, what a pain. I swear I heard most of people in the camp gulping in terror. Yeah, Uncle isn't a very nice type. It's time to take the luggage and run maybe 1 kilometer, because only eight minutes are left. And Uncle's punishments aren't very nice. Believe me, I know what I'm saying...

-Oh My God, do you see that guy over there?

-Where? Which one?

-Short one!

-This one with white hair! What kind of hairstyle is it?

-Probably over-bleached. Geez, he looks like an old man.

-Hey, there's something on his eye! Maybe a tattoo?

-And his hand. Why is it wrapped in bandages?

-What a weirdo. He must have something screwed in his head!

God, if you listen to me, then please, do something with those idiotic gossips or else I might break the Fifth of Ten Commandments. And I shall murder someone... And about my appearance: yes. I have a snow-white hair, very odd thing for a 15-year old boy. And they're not over-bleached, it's my natural color. Well, they weren't white always, one time I had a light-brown color, but after my foster Father's death my body reacted like that due to big amount of stress. Also because of this my skin became pale. I've got over it, so no need to worry, but hair and skin stayed. Sometimes I'm mistaken for an albino, but I hadn't been born like that and my immune system is good, I can stand being on the sun as long as I like. Now the second weird thing, which my soon-to-be-best-friends (oh, this sarcasm) pointed – weird thing on my left eye. It's not a tattoo, it's a scar. Yeah, scar. I wonder how people would react, if they knew the star on my forehead is also a part of the mark? They probably wouldn't believe until I'd let them to touch it. Then there'd be a wave of questions, which answers I won't tell, because the topic isn't quite pleasant. Now the last, my hand. I have a strange deformation, my hand is bloody red, nails are black and veins are clearly seen. Though it looks awful I don't feel pain or something, it's very normal to me. Well, not normal to everyone, so I keep my hand hidden under bandages, gloves and long sleeved clothing. But if someone asks about it then I can say and show everything. I don't particularly care about negative reactions. After all, it wasn't my fault I have a hand like this.

-Umm, excuse me.- Right after I had explained to myself about myself there was a girlish voice behind my back, trying to attract my attention. When I turned around I saw a long, black-haired girl with an Asian beauty. She was wearing one of those thick, long, Chinese type dresses and high-heeled, black boots (I wonder if she hasn't felt the oven-like temperature in the air yet. Or maybe it's me, who's sweating like a madman.). As I examined her thoroughly, she looked with her violet eyes at my gray ones. -I'm... I'm so sorry for interrupting you, but I'd like to introduce myself.- Her English was rather good (if you weren't from any English speaking country, then you had to know English well, otherwise this camp wasn't for you), but still I could sense the Far Eastern accent. My guess she's a Chinese. -My name is Lenalee Lee and I'm going to be in the second group, for medium aged.- She's smiling, but I can feel nervousness at the same time. -Oh, and I'm from China. I came here with my brother, who was organizing this camp.- Bingo. She's a Chinese.

-Heh, it's the same group as me. I'm Allen Walker, nice to meet you.- She seems to be normal. There's a hope I'll meet other normal people. -Great Britain.- The introduction has ended.

-Wow, you're from Europe! It's so great to meet someone from different country, or even different continent! I bet everyone are going to tell something about their culture, it may be interesting!- Well, I agree, she has a point here. When I look around I see a big variety of faces, of clothing and behaviors. Everyone seems to be excited (and scared of Uncle's coming punishment. Only two minutes left and we're only made a half of our way!) and I can see they're trying to make new friends. Examining surroundings, I saw Narei with a bunch of tall, black guys (They must be African), talking and laughing. -So how do you feel about it? In my opinion, we're going to enjoy the time here!

-I hope so.- Though I'm not sure I'm going to enjoy it as well. Being here only makes me more uncomfy... -Lenalee, I think we should hurry up, or else Uncle is going to smash us. - I'm sure the time's out...

-Uncle?- *mental smack* Great, just great, Allen. You and your long tongue.

-I mean the vice-head organizer, Marian Cross. He's my foster Uncle.

-Oh.- It was a sympathetic understanding. I can feel it in her breath. Or maybe it's me being paranoiac? I hope Uncle won't use his fearsome, yellow hammer to knock everyone out. Not to mention the pain after waking up. We have to run, no matter what! I can't let anyone to feel Cross Marian's anger. I can't let myself to be hurt again by that jerk. NOO! -Stop! Look out, Allen!- Suddenly I felt something hard on my face and entire body. There was a wall. Very black, very dirty wall on my face. My nose wasn't satisfied with a sudden impact, so it started to hurt like... It painfully hurt. -Allen! Why didn't you notice the wall?- Oh yeah, to your question I'm alright. There's only a river of blood coming out of my nose. Wall also didn't suffer any serious damage.

-Hehehe... I think I spaced out for a moment.- To be honest with myself I'm a little bit of a romantic type (um... okay, it sounds weird. In modern language it's equal to being dense...). I'm thinking too much about everything and nothing, so sometimes people are forced to bring me back to the cruel reality. -What is this place?- I looked around. A huge, Gothic-style building was placed between a meadow and the lake. An aura of this place was... creepy for me. -It's huge...- It was. The building had maybe about 10 floors or more. My hand had to cover the nose, which will probably be the main reason of my soon-to-have anemia.

-It's the main building. Our destination, remember? Fortunately we made it in time!- She giggled and handed over handkerchief for my bleeding nose. -My brother is very fascinated in the 19th century's mysteries. You know, monsters churches and exorcisms. He said it's going to be the main theme of our stay.- This is going to be interesting. Honestly! I actually do like all those fantasy made-ups. Monsters, fairies, dungeons & dragons, all of them seemed to be unreal, yet spectacular, and made our boring world more bearable. Oh, my romantic personality!

-You're lucky to be here in time, idiot nephew.- A vain popped on my forehead as I heard AGAIN this awful, deep, harsh, annoying voice right behind my back. Lenalee backed up slowly when a dark aura covered the air around my mere human being.

-I'm... lucky...?- Uncle's face didn't seem to be affected by my mood. Too bad for him. -You're forcing everyone to run for their lives here, when you are comfortably sitting in a recreation vehicle without a shame... That's so like you...

-So what, is there any problem?- He did it. HE SO DID IT...

-IS THERE ANY PROBLEM, HUH!?- Furiously, I grabbed Uncle's collar of his black-golden uniform. The black aura has changed into flames. This thing couldn't be unnoticed by Cross, his face expression changed from insensible to troubled. Oh yeah, there's no chance I'm going to let this bloody bastard do whatever he likes...

-Um, joking. Joking.- That's what I've expected from him. No way he's going to fight with me. He forced me to come here, so I'm allowed to do whatever I want. Even if it's against the rules (though I'm not a delinquent or anything!). Lenalee looked at our conversation with a sympathetic smile plastered on her face. Don't pity him! I'm the victim here!

-EVERYONE!- Our attention was attracted by a sudden annunciation. -LET THE HOLIDAY BEGIN!!- Oh yeah... And what else?

~~~~~~~~CHAPRTER ONE ENDED!~~~~~~~~~~

YEAH! You've come this far! I really appreciate it :D

I hope you liked it. For now it's just an introduction to so-called "fun" xP

This time the main hero is Allen (as far as I'm concerned, all my stories were mostly about Lavi as an important person)! And he's on the camp! Wonder how it would be :D

I'll try to use as much characters from DGM as I can! I have lots of possibilities this time :D

Review if you had enjoyed it. If you hadn't, then review anyway. BUT NO FLAMES! Just express your opinion!

Thanks after all ^^ See ya in the next chapter ^^