It's been a long time since I've been on here and actually writing stories. I will finish Destined Pair...just not now. xp

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray man. Katsura Hoshino does.

It's like Romeo and Juliet. We're not supposed to be together…

But what can I say?

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Allen quickly rushed through the hallway, his face filled with anxiety. His white ponytail dragged in the wind, and occasionally some of Allen's bangs would stick against his face and cover his eyes. Fiddling with the gloves on his hands, he finally arrived to his classroom.

Exactly 38 minutes and 9 seconds after the bell had rung.

Allen sighed. He really had tried to get up early this time, but his darn alarm clock kept malfunctioning and never seemed to go off. Of course, that may have been due to the fact that it was a cheap alarm clock that he had bought at a yard sale three or four years ago, but he still paid money for it! Allen fidgeted a bit and then decided that it was no use trying to hold back the inevitable any longer.

Gathering up all his courage, he opened the door slowly, attempting to subtly slide into the classroom.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up in class today. You know, this isn't exactly a great start to the first day of school."

The voice was teasing… and familiar. Allen froze and then sheepishly turned to the teacher, smiling wryly all the while.

"Ah…hey, Professor Komui. Sorry about that. I overslept."

Professor Komui smiled, his black hair bouncing on his shoulders. As always, there was a steaming cup of coffee in his hand which he then proceeded to slowly drink from.

"Fine. But don't do it again, Allen. Or else I'll send my newest creation, Komurin IV, after you." His glasses glinted as Allen shuddered, a dread seeping into his body.

Komui had been Allen's science teacher last year and from what he had learned from that, Allen knew the professor probably wasn't kidding. And if there was anything in the world he was scared of, it was Komui's inventions. They were everything bad combined into a package: dangerous, unpredictable, and overprotective. Of course, the 'overprotective' part only applied to Lenalee, Komui's younger sister, but that was still pretty bad.

Embarrassed with all the people staring at him, Allen quickly took a seat next to Lenalee, who giggled and smiled at Allen.

"So," she whispered "what's it feel like to be a tenth grader?" Allen grinned awkwardly, still a bit flustered from before.

"You tell me. I haven't even seen any of the ninth graders yet." Lenalee hit him softly on the back, scoffing.

"Oh come on, Allen. You should be excited! New teachers, new students! Think about it!"

Allen scowled in return. "I am excited. But when you've just had adrenaline pumping through your veins after running a mile because you missed your bus, you get a little tired afterwards."

Lenalee just rolled her eyes. Seeing her noticeably turn away from him, Allen couldn't help but grin. It was nice to see Lenalee again. He hadn't been able to visit any one of his friends over the summer and the loneliness had been starting to get to him. Being stuck with Cross, his guardian who made him do chores all the time, didn't count as company.

"This year," Komui started saying. "We will focus on the dreams of engineering and physics. With my plans for the Komurin V and you for my experiments, our creation this year cannot fail!"

A smile began tugging at Allen's face. It was nice to be back.

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"Hey, Jerry! Good to see you again!" Allen waved brightly at his beloved chef who, upon seeing the teenager, started to gush and scream, "Aaallleenn!! I've missed you! What would you like today?"

Still smiling, Allen replied, "Well, how about 5 turkey sandwiches to start, then some chicken soup, Caesar salad, Kellogg cereal, rice, green beans, sausages, scrambled eggs, alfredo spaghetti, pickled peppers, dumplings, cold noodles, beef ribs, fried tofu, hamburgers, chili, and mitarashi dango, apple pie, and cheesecake for dessert. All in extra large servings, please."

Jerry merely smiled and sighed wistfully. "How nice it is to see you and your big appetite again, Allen. Now wait here a bit. I'll go ready your meal."

Allen flashed a vibrant smile at Jerry and yelled at him as he disappeared into the kitchen, "Thank you, Jerry!"

"What the hell? Are you gay for Jerry or something?" a rough voice asked.

Allen froze mid-smile. He heard a scoff.

"Figures. Why else would he be fawning over you? And are you seriously eating all of that? I'm sure it weighs much more than your body does."

Allen slowly turned around. Who was this gu-?! Or was it a guy? The person had such long hair it was hard to tell.

"By the way, what's with that old-man hair? If you think it looks good or something…Trust me. It doesn't."

It was a guy. Allen couldn't believe there was any woman that would say so many insulting things within a time span of 2 minutes.

"You bastard," Allen growled. "My hair is natural. I can't help it if it's white, you arse!"

After a few moments of deliberation, he added, "And I don't eat a lot!"

The man snorted. "Who cares, baka? Now move. Your meal's ready."

Allen twitched. If only he could just wrap his hands around that idiotic pretty boy's neck! What the heck did 'baka' mean anyway? He was pretty sure it wasn't of the English language.

Muttering curses under his breath, Allen returned to his seat, dropping his trays none too delicately onto the table. Lenalee raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, Allen?" she asked hesitantly.

"Muf?" He had already started on his food, his mouth filled to the brim.

Lenalee stayed silent for a few moments, wondering what had caused him to go into such a foul mood. Allen's silver eyes seemed to be lit with flames.

"Well, you look a bit upset…Did something happe-"

"Argh! Damn it!" Allen suddenly yelled, furiously cutting away at his beef ribs. "Such a pretty-boy bastard! Who the hell does he think he is?!"

"Whoa! Boy, Allen, what's gotten you all tied up? Yo, Lenalee."

A fiery red-haired teenager wrapped his arm around Allen, who was still grumbling angrily. The red-head's left eye-the other eye was covered by an eye patch- widened in surprise at Allen's inattentiveness. Curious, he pointed a questioning look at Lenalee.

"What happened?" he mouthed silently. Lenalee merely shrugged.

The confused teenager rubbed his eye patch, perplexed at Allen's irritation.

"Oy, Allen." He poked a finger into the grumbling boy's head. At that, Allen looked up, as if just noticing the person wrapped around his shoulders.

"Oh. Hey, Lavi." His reply was short and clipped and Lavi couldn't help but feel uneasy. Whatever it was must have been very big to bug Allen this much.

"Allen, what's wrong?" Lenalee asked worriedly.

"…Nothing much. Except this long-haired man just happened to tell me I was gay for Jerry." Allen started ripping away at his hamburgers. "I ate too much." He dove into the spaghetti. "And my old-man hair looked frickin' weird!" Lavi and Lenalee cringed. Allen started glaring at the two of them. "It's not as if I wanted it to be white, you know. It's not…my…FAULT!"

Standing up suddenly, Allen pushed his way through the cafeteria and stormed out to his next class. There was a momentary silence between the two left behind.

"Strangely enough," Lavi said. "I think I know who Allen's talking about."

Lenalee looked up, surprised and curious. "Who?"

"There's this math teacher I had last year. Scary as hell. Every time I tried to get close to him, he would start spouting curses at me and pointing his sword-who knows how he has it there-, threatening to kill me."

"…That sounds pretty scary."

"Yup. That was the best math class I ever had."

Lenalee merely gave him an inquiring look, not really wanting to go in further. Lavi's logic was strange sometimes and it was best to leave it as it was.

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Allen tapped his foot at a silent rhythm, waiting for class to start. He had been so angry in the cafeteria that he had neglected to notice class didn't begin for another ten minutes. By the time he had noticed, he was already all the way across the school in room 301.

Oh well. Allen thought. Too late to go back now.

According to the schedule, Allen would be taking pre-calculus this period. Taught by a person by the name of Y. Kanda, whoever that was. He hoped they would be nice. Or at least not like Cross Marian, who had been the scariest teacher he'd ever had when he had tried to show Allen multiplication. Allen was sure getting hit by hammers was not an effective technique in learning.

"Allen?" a feminine voice asked. Allen looked up and immediately he smiled at the Asian girl standing by the door.

"Lou Fa. Are you in this class, too?" The girl blushed and walked up to him, her two braids trailing behind her.

"Yeah… Do you think math'll be hard?" she asked, attempting to make small-talk. Allen gazed away in thought.

"Probably. For me, anyways," he replied. "I was never good at math. But I know you're smart at it, Lou." She blushed again and looked away, trying to calm her flaming cheeks. A silence pervaded the two.

Suddenly, Allen's eyebrows furrowed. "What does 'baka' mean?"

"Eh?" Lou looked up, surprised. "Where had that come from?"

"What? Oh…" A light blush came over Allen's cheeks. He hadn't realized he said it out loud. Scrambling for words, Allen stuttered, "J-just curious. Heard someone saying it in the halls."

"It means idiot, baka, in Japanese." a familiar low voice said. Allen stiffened. It couldn't be… He turned around, facing the doorway.

"What the-?!" Allen said, incredulous, his eyes wide. The man Allen had encountered at lunch was leaning on the doorway, a shuffle of papers in one hand and a pair of glasses in the other. His long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he was glaring at Allen.

"What the hell are you doing here so early? That eager for class, you little beansprout?" He smirked and Allen could feel a little monster bubbling up inside him.

"Don't tell me…you're in this class?" Allen said weakly, almost lost for words. Did fate have to be so cruel?

Lou Fa rested a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

The man sighed and looked up. "Don't tell me you're bisexual now, too? And by the way, I won't be studying in this class."

Allen let loose a breath of relief. Maybe fate wasn't so cruel…

"I'm the teacher, dumbass."

Allen's mouth dropped open. He took it back. Fate was dealing him the worst cards in the century.

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