[Edited 2/15/12: Note from the Author: Hey there! Thanks for picking my story to read! This is my very first fanfic ever. In fact, this is sort of my first story to ever upload online for the public eye. I hope that you enjoy it. Please leave me a review if you would like. It would mean the world to me.

I am going through all my chapters and fixing all my errors, so if you are rereading this, you may see some differences, but nothing major.

I do not own D. Gray-Man in any way, shape or form. This fic is completely fanmade and I am not making any sort of profit off it.

Happy Readings!

~animeobsessed001]

Chapter One

Allen Walker flopped on his bed and began to concentrate on catching his breath. It was not an easy task, especially because he had just sprinted an entire mile home without stopping until he had to unlock his door. When he entered his house he hardly grunted a hello to his guardian Marion Cross and then ran up the stairs into his room and slammed the door and jumped from his doorway to his a bed—a length of about five feet, a new record—and now he was struggling for breath. He began to wonder if this is what it felt like to those who had asthma.

Allen's entire body ached and he could finally see the bruises beginning to form on his body where he had taken blows. On top of that, his chest was super tight and felt as if it was going to burst open. This was caused by more then just his frantic sprint home and getting the crap beaten out of him earlier. The only emotion that he could even begin to describe his feeling to was heartache. Unfortunately, this was not the first time that he had felt this terrible ache in his chest. Nor will it be the last, he sighed to himself. He could feel the tears that he had been suppressing the entire day. I don't care anymore, let the damn tears come. I can't hold them back any longer.

Allen was in a predicament. He was about ninety eight percent sure that he was in love with his best friend Lavi Bookman. Lavi had been his best friend for two years. They felt an instant friendship as soon as their eyes connected for the first time. Allen could feel that Lavi was someone that he would be able to get along with, he wasn't sure how, but he just knew. For the next year the newly connected duo were always together in some way or another. Whether they were hanging out and causing trouble in person or sharing their life stories about one another via text messages and social network chats.

About a year and a half after they became friends, Lavi got a new boyfriend. His name was Tyki Mikk. Tyki was someone who Allen disliked. Okay, maybe disliked was a tad of an understatement. Allen hated Tyki with the fiery burning passion of a thousand flaming suns. Yeah, that much. As for Tyki's views towards Allen, the feelings were mutual.

When Lavi had announced that he had a boyfriend, Allen was taken aback. He had not realized that Lavi was gay and when he pointed that out Lavi just shook his head. "I'm not all gay, just half gay. I'm bi." Lavi laughed out loud when he saw the confused expression that had crossed his best friend's face. "Bi, ya'know, bisexual. Meaning that I like both men and the ladies," he said with a grin.

At that time, Allen hadn't realized that he too was bisexual (except for the secret thoughts that he had and would refuse to admit to anyone, including himself) so he was very surprised. But Lavi was his best friend and he would back his friend up in anything one hundred percent. That's when Tyki walked over.

At first, Allen had thought that the random appearance of his nemesis was just that: random. When Lavi ran to Tyki while yelling, "My Portuguese prince~!" Allen could feel his jaw drop. That's how it began. Lavi was so happy, Tyki was Tyki, and Allen was admittedly a little creeped out.

About half a year had passed when Allen was in his freshman year and Lavi and Tyki in their senior year. Allen had noticed some differences between his best friend and his boyfriend. Lavi wasn't the same happy, hyper self that he always was. In fact, he was never happy anymore. He always spent his time looking depressed. Tyki looked about the same as he always did, except he had developed an outrageous sense of over-protectiveness for Lavi. Once, Allen had playfully punched Lavi and Tyki jumped on Allen's back, causing him to have to go to the doctor a few days later. His back still hadn't fully healed. Lavi had apologized for days, but Allen knew that it wasn't his fault that his boyfriend was completely crazy. On top of hurting Allen, he would also literally ban Lavi from seeing Allen. It would really upset him, but he tried not to complain too much.

Allen couldn't quite pinpoint the exact time he developed his feelings for Lavi. Maybe it was after he realized he was bisexual. Maybe it was after the two shared a simple kiss in a game of truth or dare. Or maybe, just maybe, it had been what people call 'love at first sight,' but Allen was too stubborn to admit his own sexuality to himself. All he really knew was that he had liked Lavi for a very long time, and he cursed himself for letting Tyki beat him to the red-head.

Recently, Allen's feelings for Lavi were spiraling out of control. Even the slightest touch from Lavi would get Allen's heart racing. It didn't help that they had most classes together. Even though Lavi was a senior and Allen was a freshman, they shared all but one class. This was possible because Lavi had terrible grades (mostly because he didn't plan on graduating), where as Allen was a straight A student and was in all the advanced classes. The only class that the duo didn't share was history. That was the only class that Lavi even gave a damn about and took seriously. His other classes he didn't care about and would spend the entire period always screwing around with Allen.

Allen didn't mind, that is, until Lavi would become clingy. Then Allen was always afraid that he was always blushing or something of the sort. Other than when Lavi would become attached, he loved messing around with Lavi. Whether they were passing notes, having wrestling matches on top of the tables, or just being loud, the pair was always causing trouble that would have Allen apologizing to the teachers later. It was paradise. Except for two things.

One: Tyki. Not just Tyki in general, but Tyki's over-possessiveness was beginning to get out of hand. Allen could swear that Tyki could feel some sort of disturbance in the force whenever Allen and Lavi were having fun and would always materialize out of absolute nothingness and steal Lavi away. It had happened on numerous occasions.

Two: the achy feeling that always made Allen feel as if he was going to be sick. He felt this very often whenever Lavi was around, especially when he got into one of his clingy moods towards him. The feeling was in the pit of his stomach and it would eat at him, making him want to run to the bathroom to vomit (although he hadn't had to do that just yet). It was driving Allen mad. Why did he feel this way? He enjoyed being around Lavi, so why does he have the urge to puke his guts out whenever he was close to him. It made no absolute sense.

Earlier that day, Allen could tell that Lavi was in one of his depressed moods. It was easy to see, since he was wearing the hood of his Black Order High hoodie. He never wore hoods. He hated when they messed up his 'sex-a-licious' hair. Allen walked over to greet his friend in a happy fashion, but Tyki had come between Allen and Lavi instantly. "What do you want?" Tyki growled.

"I'm here to say hello to my friend. Is that not allowed?" Allen asked in a pissed off voice.

"No, it's not. Bunny has had a rough night and he and I are working on talking it out. Do you understand?"

Allen groaned. "Really? I can't talk to him because the two of you are in the middle of an argument. That is ridiculous. Let me go say hi Tyki, look at him, he looks like he just found out Mr. Bookman died or something!"

Tyki glanced at Lavi, and then looked back at Allen. "Don't talk to Lavi until he and I finish our fight." Tyki said and walked away.

Five minutes later, the bell rang. Ten minutes later Allen and Lavi were in their first period calculus class. Fifteen minutes later, Allen got Lavi to smile again. By the end of the day, they had managed to skip two classes, cause an unknown chemical reaction in science, and made the English teacher bash her head on the wall because of Lavi answering back, "Yes Professor Umbridge," to everything that she had said as well as correcting her multiple times on her grammar. All in all, it was a fun and normal day.

After the duo parted to attend their separate history classes, Allen bumped into someone and fell on the floor and landed on his face. Before Allen could get up, he felt a foot on his head as it stomped his face into the hard floor of the commons.

"I thought I told you to not to talk to my Lavi?" Tyki growled.

Allen could hear that Tyki was furious. He refused to cry out in pain as Tyki continually stomped his face into the ground. Allen knew that his nose was bleeding and that he was going to have a few bruises by the time this was over.

Finally, Tyki stopped. "That's what you get you stupid beansprout," He spat.

Allen gritted his teeth at the cursed nickname. He hated being called beansprout.

"Is that all you got, butterfly princess?" Allen asked in a smug voice.

Tyki growled and kicked Allen in the stomach followed by the neck, then the chest, then the stomach again.

After another blow to the head, Allen had lost count of all the times that Tyki had hit him. Suddenly, he stopped. Allen cautiously looked up to see a round, gray man with a top hat grinning down at him while laying a hand on Tyki's shoulder.

"Tsk, tsk, didn't I make it clear that you were to leave Mr. Walker alone Tyki?" the man asked, his grin still painted on his face.

"Yes. . . ." Tyki mumbled.

"Good boy. Now off to class with you, you hear?" the man said.

Tyki nodded and walked past Allen, giving him a final kick in the gut before he went to his class.

As Allen struggled to sit up, the figure before him smiled.

"Now, Mr. Walker, whatever did you do to make my Tyki so upset with you?" he asked.

Allen gritted his teeth. This was Tyki's father, Earl Millennium. He was the school's principle. He was an unfair man who never let his children take the blame for anything. The only reason he was even allowed to be the principle was because he offered a small portion of his wealth to the school board if they hired him. Of course, they did without a second thought. Now, Allen was stuck dealing with him and was probably going to end up taking Tyki's punishment.

"N-nothing Principle Millennium." Allen mumbled. When he finally stood up and was beginning to limp away, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Walker, you do realize that classes are half over, right? That means that I have caught you skipping class. You will be serving a lunch detention on Monday, do I make myself clear?" Principal Millennium asked.

Allen nodded and limped away into the nearest bathroom and began working on trying to hide his injuries and clean up the blood off him the best that he could. He had blood all over his favorite white shirt. He finally gave up trying to get the blood out with just a wet paper towel and moved on to his face. He wiped all the blood off, but he wasn't able to do anything about the lumps that were beginning to show on his neck. He decided to skip the rest of class. He didn't want anyone to see him the way he was right now. Besides, class was over in five minutes.

Five long, agonizing minutes of silence later, the final bell rang. Allen bolted out of the bathroom as fast as he could. He ignored the throbbing in his right leg and sprinted to his locker, did his combination as fast as his fingers would allow him, threw in his books, slammed the locker, and took off for the door. He started thinking of ways that he could have his injuries go unnoticed by his friends.

If I make it out of here fast enough no one will see me. Then I can stay out of school for a couple days while the bruises go away, then I can just say I was sick or somth—His thoughts were cut off when he ran into someone and fell to the floor. "Sorry, sorry" Allen apologized quickly, standing up ready to bolt again, but he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Woah, woah, woah. Calm down there Allen, what's the big rush?" Lavi asked.

Of course, the one person he really didn't want to see was the person in front of him. He looked at the ground and tried his best to cover his face with his white hair so Lavi couldn't see.

"Um, ah, nothing, really. I was just, uh, getting home before Master gets mad about something. So, I have to go. Bye!" Allen tried again to book it, but Lavi held him back.

"Okay, something's up with you. Whenever you get nervous about something you start speaking in your British accent. How about you quit running away and tell me what's going—" Lavi cut off when he saw Allen's shirt. "Is that blood?" Lavi asked.

Allen shook his head furiously and still refused to look Lavi in the eye.

Lavi growled and grabbed Allen's chin. "Look at me when I'm talking to you dammit!" Lavi said angrily as he pulled Allen's face up so he could see. He froze instantly. Allen watched as his friend's expression turned from annoyed to murderous. "What happened, Allen?" he asked in a low, frightening voice.

Allen gulped. "N-nothing. . . ." he stammered.

"Don't give me that bull shit!" Lavi screamed.

Allen flinched at his friend's outburst. Lavi wasn't the type to yell, but when he did, it was scary.

"I . . . I fell down the stairs," Allen whimpered. It sounded fake, even to Allen. He mentally kicked himself for still speaking in his British accent. "I didn't want to tell you because you would surely laugh at me."

Lavi looked at Allen. They both knew that Lavi wasn't buying Allen's pitiful act. Finally, Lavi sighed and pulled Allen into a hug.

"I'm not stupid Allen. I know that you are lying to me. Someone did this to you and that bastard deserves to get the shit beaten out of him. Now, tell me, who did this to you?"

Allen was frozen. He didn't want to lie to Lavi; he just didn't want to give Tyki and him another topic to fight over. Lavi was the stubborn type who refused to break up with the people who he went out with; he made it so they had to break up with him. Allen had seen this back when Lavi was dating a chick that was a complete bitch and slept with two other guys while with him, and was completely open about it. Whenever he and Tyki were fighting, it was as if Lavi was dead. He wouldn't smile, he wouldn't talk, and he'd hardly ever look at anyone. He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell Lavi that it was his precious 'Portuguese prince' who had done this to Allen.

"I . . . I can take care of it myself Lavi. Thanks though. I really have to go. Bye." This time, Allen was able to escape from Lavi's grasp and take off. He sprinted, despite how much his body objected, all the way to his house. To his relief, Lavi wasn't following him.

Allen was panting and aching badly by the time he had reached his front door. He unlocked his door, grunted to his master, and ran into his room.

Allen's body was hurting worse then it had when he was running. On top of that, his pillowcase was soaked from all the tears he allowed to escape from his eyes. He felt exhausted, not only from his frantic sprint and the beating he received from Tyki. The pain in his chest that he was feeling before was driving him insane. It felt as if someone was putting pressure on his chest. It was getting harder and harder to breathe it seemed. His chest was hurting more and more. . . . Allen was beginning to close his eyes. I'll just sleep for the rest of the day, He thought to himself.

Just then, Allen's phone vibrated in his pocket. He grumbled as he pulled it out. Of course, the text message was from Lavi.

4:26 pm: r u ok? ur rlly starting to freak me out ya kno. :(

Allen ignored the message and tossed his phone to the other side of the room. "Leave me alone already," he grumbled as he laid back down on his bed. The phone vibrated a few more times, but Allen couldn't care any less. In a few moments, he finally fell asleep.

"Brat! I'm sending that fag friend of yours up to your room!" Cross bellowed, awaking Allen right away.

Before Allen could force himself to ignore the pain in his body and sit up, Lavi threw open his door and stomped in. "Okay, first thing, I hate that man. Second, why the hell are you ignoring me? And third—" the third thought was never expressed because he saw Allen in the pitiful state he was in. "Allen . . . Are you alright?"

Allen forced himself to smile. "Yeah, I'm just fine. Never been better. Although, you interrupted my nap. Why are you here Lavi?"

"Why do you think beansprout?" Lavi asked while shutting the door behind him. He walked across the room to Allen's desk chair and rolled it to Allen's bed and sat down. "I was worried about you, little buddy."

Allen groaned. "Okay, well you didn't have to come to my house."

"Yes I did. You weren't answering my text messages." There was silence then.

Allen noticed that Lavi was staring at his face and started to feel embarrassed. "What are you staring at?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering, you were holding your stomach when I saw you earlier. Is it okay?"

"Ye-yeah. It's fine. Don't worry about i—" Allen's comment was cut off as Lavi lifted up the younger teen's shirt without any warning and began to stare at the bruises that were beginning to form. Allen's face was getting warm as he watched Lavi carefully examine his torso. He barely managed to suppress a gasp when he felt Lavi's cool fingers gently trail along the bruises. Lavi gritted his teeth as his fingers delicately outlined the blotches.

Finally, Lavi put Allen's shirt down and stood up. "I can't believe you won't let me help you," he mumbled as he walked out of Allen's room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

Allen knew that Lavi was hurt because he didn't think that he was trusted, but he just couldn't tell him. No matter how badly he really wanted to.

After watching Lavi's old pickup pull slowly out of his driveway, he laid on his bed and allowed himself to cry once more until he fell asleep.

[Edited 2/15/12: Note from the Author: Hey there! Thanks for reading! It means a lot to me. I'm sorry if this was hard to follow at all. As I said before, this is my first fanfic so my grammar wasn't the best when I started this. Hehe, it still isn't, but at least I've improved (at least I like to think so ^^;). I fixed it the best I could without rewriting the entire thing (I'm too lazy to do that xD). I'll be rewriting my other chapters too if I have some spare time.

Thanks again for reading! Please review! It'd make my day =D I hope you'll continue reading!

Until Next Time!

~animeobsessed001]