Main Parings: CrossxAllen, TykixAllen

Rating: M for language and upcoming smut

Warning: Massive dosage of OOC-ness, though I did try to keep most of the characters in... character. And just in case you didn't realize yet this is YAOI peeps, don't like, don't read, don't bitch. The story takes place in an Alternate Universe that strangely reminds me of California, even though I've never been there.

Additional warning: This is the author's first DGM fic and she really likes reviews, in fact, she can be quite bitchy if she doesn't get any.

Summary: When Allen decided to leave Cross for Tyki, he never knew what he was getting himself into. His loyalty, love and friendships were all going to be put to the test with his heart as a battleground. But who will he choose in the end? Cross or Tyki?

Tarot Card Meaning: The fool is the first card of the high arcana in Tarot. And stands for beginnings, a fresh, exciting new time for the querent (Allen).

THE FOOL

"So, did you tell him?"

For a moment there he actually thought she'd been joking and turned to her to call her on that. It wasn't until he saw her genuine questioning expression that he realized that she was serious.

"Tell him what? I accidently let you fuck me in my dream?"

Lenalee rolled her eyes and turned her attention back on the road, slowing down before a changing light. She sighed as they watched a teen girl cross over in front of them. "It's not like he doesn't know you like him, Al. You gave the man a blowjob."

Allen fidgeted, brushed his bangs back in frustration and then slumped down in his seat, biting on his thumbnail. "Fuck."

Lenalee followed the cute blonde girl with her eyes, appreciating the way her long, tanned legs looked under her black short shorts. She tilted her head to the side with one eye on the still red light when she didn't get any response from her roommate. This was typical. "Al…" she sighed in a reprimanding tone.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Lee?" he exploded next to her, one hand over his eyes now.

"Give into it. Or not give into it and stop panicking over one dream like a little bitch."

He glared at her.

"You like him," she said, glaring back. "Wait no, I'm pretty sure you'd venerate the ground he steps on if you could. Big Red is never around and it's not like you two established what it is you two have now. This Tyki guy is here, available and I hear smoking hot, so what's the hold up?" She looked at the light again and drove on when it jumped on green.

"It's not that easy…" Allen whispered, looking at the glittering ocean on his right. "Red and I go years back, I've known him since I was ten."

"He was twenty back then and an apprentice priest if I recall it correctly." She chuckled, "Boy, he fell from grace fast."

Allen laughed, reminiscing. "Hey, he didn't touch me before I was seventeen and not because I wanted him to. He had his rules… that is when it came down to me."

"The man began drinking like a fish and fucking anything with a pulse the moment he left priesthood…" Lenalee said with a smirk when she saw her friend smile a little. "But he was always so very protecting of you. And you told me he stopped seeing the women once you two began doing it, right?"

"When he's here with me," Allen said softly. "We never promised each other anything and he knows I've had some relationships besides the one we have…"

"He's never around, so I guess he can't really tell you what to do, huh?"

Allen fell silent after that for a moment. The thing was, that he wouldn't have minded waiting if he'd had any resemblance of a guarantee that Big Red would do the same until his return. Over the lapse of three years since they'd started getting intimate, never had there been a promise, or a sign or anything that bound him to Big Red.

This was honestly the first time he'd ever thought about ending it because for the first time, it had started to hurt.

Real bad.

"I'm in love, Lenalee. And I don't know how to tell him." He lifted his head to look at her and found her staring at him briefly with a worried expression, her silver earrings glittering through the strands of her bob-cut.

"Allen…"

"I want to break up with him because I maybe finally found someone I can build something with, with whom I don't have to dread every last week of every month because of his job requirements. I hate waiting for that one week each month in which we can be together, in which we have to cram all we feel for each other. And that is if he's in a good mood and we're not fighting all the time."

"…"

He chuckled softly. "I woke up one day and I realized I loved him and it scared the shit out of me that I had no idea if he feels the same or not."

Lenalee sighed. "So why not ask him?"

Allen grinned sadly at that. "Because I know he'd just shrug it off and leave. He'd never tell me."

"What…? But the fact that he keeps coming back—"

"We're not playing 'house' him and I," Allen interrupted her. "At best when he's here; we fuck we sleep, we eat. He mostly tells me what I need to know and I'm pretty much the same. Come to think of it, that's kind of screwed up. I have to be screwed up to love someone like that."

"Huh, I can think of worse things," Lenalee replied. "I always thought that Big Red was the Big Constance in your life."

"He is," Allen admitted, watching as they pulled up by the sushi bar where they were meeting their friends -not just because Tyki Mikk owned the place- and stepped out of the car. "I just don't see myself doing this ten years from now, you know? I think it's time I start dancing to another rhythm."

Lenalee slammed her door shut and then leaned against the roof of her car with a giggle. "Maybe a Tyki Mikk-one?"

Allen grinned back and shrugged, closed his door and buried his hand in the back pockets of his skinny jeans. "Who knows?"

ToBeContinued...

-BDP-