D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ 'Till Halloween ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimers: I don't own D.Gray-man. I'm using the characters as my puppets!

 

Till Halloween by Yaoi Girl

 

Lavi couldn't believe it was Monday. And Monday meant a day full of boring lectures and homework. And he was oh-so comfortable and pleasantly warm this morning, too comfy to even think of getting up when his alarm started blaring at 11 a.m.

 

And all he could do was smile after he sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

 

A certain someone had found their way to his bed again for warmth.

 

He shook his head as he hesitantly ran a hand through the silver locks that were peaking out from beneath the covers. So soft and smooth…

 

Glancing to the clock again, he decided that it was time for his morning routine. And so he gently climbed out from his covers and off his bed and headed to the bathroom with his school clothes in hand.

 

When he had finished, he came back into his room to grab his book bag, noting that Allen was still asleep and the kitten had come to join him.

 

“Allen,” he said as he gently shook the teen by his shoulder a minute later. “Allen.”

 

The boy groaned and tried to roll over, but just so happened to crack his eyes enough to see Lavi's face close to him, startling him somewhat before he regained himself.

 

“Lavi!” he breathed as he sat up, startling the poor kitten in the process. “I'm sorry!”

 

“You're fine. If I didn't want you here, I'd have pushed you off the bed already.”

 

“You don't think it's weird for me to be climbing into bed with you like that?”

 

“Well, yeah, it's a little odd, but I don't really mind.”

 

Allen simply blushed, somewhat ashamed that he had ended up here yet again.

 

“I'm heading off to class now, so keep a good eye on her,” he said as he ran a finger over the little kitten's head, who arched her neck to get a better rub while she nestled deeper into Allen.

 

He nodded as he lay back down, sleep catching up to him once again.

 

“I should be home no later than five tonight. So pull out some stuff that you want for dinner.”

 

Again Allen nodded as his eyes drifted closer and closer to sleep.

 

And with a smile, the red head ruffled the other's hair and stood, heading for the door.

 

Some hours later, Allen woke in an unfamiliar room with a kitten curled up on his chest, and at a rather comfortable temperature at that.

 

`Where am I?' he mused as he drowsily blinked. And slowly but surely, it dawned on him, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

 

He sat there in a daze for a few minutes while the kitten mewed up at him and clawed him to gain his attention.

 

“I suppose you're hungry,” he said as he scooped her up in his arms and clambered out of the bed, heading towards the kitchen.

 

It was so nice to be able to walk around in normal seasonal clothes and not have to be frozen to death.

 

Allen opened a small can of food and set it down for her before he sat himself at the kitchen table, watching her with his cheek in the palm of one hand. All the while he watched her eat, he pondered on what they could have for dinner, mentally rummaging the cabinets that were just stocked the night before.

 

Even after the kitten had finished the can and wandered off somewhere into the apartment, Allen still sat and thought. But he couldn't think of a single thing that sounded appeasing to the senses.

 

And the smell that just so happened to waft past his nostrils didn't help in the slightest as he leapt up from the table, nearly toppling the chair over, as he raced around the rooms to find the present that the little one had just left for him.

 

He sighed yet again moments later as he balanced on his hands and knees with yellow dish gloves up to his elbows and cleaning materials on either side of him, the kitten rubbing against his legs lovingly all the while without the slightest hint of fear or acknowledgement of anger directed towards her.

 

But she was just a kitten after all.

 

Once he had successfully cleaned up the present and put away the cleaning supplies, he and the kitten curled up on the couch for some television time.

 

And it wasn't long after that that he seen Lavi cross the window before him.

 

`What time is it?' he mentally yelped as he looked around frantically for a clock as he heard keys jingling in the door. But to no avail. He found no clock near him, save for the VCR/DVD player that blared a blinking 12:00.

 

Nearly throwing the kitten from his lap, he dashed to the kitchen and opened the fridge just as he heard the door creak open.

 

Lavi couldn't help but smile as the other peeked around the door of the fridge, some type of vegetable in his hand as he closed the door.

 

“You're home early,” Allen managed, seeing as he found the microwave clock to be rather useful with the correct time, give or take a few minutes.

 

“Yeah, the teacher was sick, so everyone decided to ditch class since he or a sub didn't show,” he replied as he sat his bag down in the misplaced chair from Allen's earlier mad dash to find the smelly object. “Decided on dinner yet?”

 

“Not yet. I haven't been too hungry today, so nothing really sounds good,” he shrugged as he decided to put the vegetable back into the fridge.

 

“How'd she do today?”

 

“Only one mess that I know of, at least as far as big messes go. I found a couple small spots from last night around the house though.”

 

“That's good then that she's not being too messy.”

 

Allen only nodded as he watched Lavi pull out another chair from beneath the table and sit down, his arms dangling over the back of it with his head back as well. “I hate school.”

 

“Tell me about it,” the silver haired teen agreed as he then began to randomly open and close cabinets in hopes of finding something to eat for dinner. “Oh, I decided on her name.”

 

“And what's that?”

 

“Miya,” he said simply as he closed the last of the cabinets, coming up empty handed.

 

Lavi let the name run through his head a few times before moving his head in what Allen assumed to be a nod, given Lavi's current relaxing position with the chair.

 

“I can't think of anything, so if you have anything in mind, go for it. I'm gonna run down the road to a pet store or something to see about getting her a bed, food dish, and maybe some toys.”

 

“Sounds like a plan,” Lavi grunted, still not moving.

 

And with that, Allen scooped up his olive green bag that he had sat in the recliner earlier that morning when he first came over. It seemed that bag went everywhere with him. And out the door he went.

 

Lazily, the red-head let his head fall to the side, his eyes landing on the kitten who was sitting in his kitchen doorway, licking one paw and wiping it across the top of her head before opening her eyes and looking up to Lavi while she licked her paw again.

 

“What are you looking at?” Someone obviously hadn't had enough sleep the night before. If Miya could talk, she'd have one word: Grouch.

 

With a heavy and annoyed sigh, Lavi pushed himself up, startling the kitten as she suddenly jumped on all fours and took off somewhere down the hall towards his room.

 

This morning, Lavi had in fact felt like cooking, but now that he was home after an exhausting day in college, he didn't fell like doing anything other than passing out in his bed. So he decided to cheat with dinner tonight.

 

Pizza it was!

 

After preheating the oven, he tossed the pre-packaged goodness onto a pizza pan and then tossed that in the oven before turning to his bookbag that was on the table. How he wasn't even looking forward to doing algebra homework. He hated math with a passion. His literature homework, which consisted of reading something about the Greek mythology, could wait until he was lying in bed. But that didn't have to be read until Wednesday anyway.

 

He pulled out his algebra book and a notebook and mechanical pencil before tossing the bag under the table, all the while sitting in the chair.

 

As he opened his book to the chapter his class was on, the blight blue pencil had already found its way to his mouth. And there he chewed on it as he tried to read how to do this particular section. Why couldn't math be like the old days. You know, 2 + 2 = fish. (A/N: if you watch Fairly Odd Parents, you should get that XD)

 

“I don't understand this at all!” he whined to himself as he let the pencil fall to the book, Allen taking that moment to return. He then glanced to the clock, then back to Allen with a quizzical look. “Did you run there and back?”

 

At this, Allen stared at him blankly, almost to the point of being annoyed before raising a dripping wet arm and pointing the window.

 

It took Lavi a second, who looked from Allen, to the window, back to Allen's wet hair and clothes, back to the window where water was falling from the sky, back to Allen's forming puddle of water on the tiled entryway floor, back to the lightening that flashed through the sky with the water falling from it, and finally back to Allen before his overloaded mind finally comprehended that it was in fact storming outside and the teen had gotten caught in the downpour from his ten minutes of being gone.

 

“You know,” the red-head began as he stood from his chair and ventured farther back into his kitchen to which there was a small door leading to his tiny laundry room in which he pulled out a couple fluffy towels. “If you would've just told me it was storming rather than pointing and staring at me like I knew what was going on, I would've understood a little bit faster.”

 

Lavi then tossed one of the towels over Allen's head and proceeded to gently rub it while Allen fought to remove the plastered, too small for him two shaded blue T-shirt from his thin form, and failed miserably, the material too small and too wet for him to pull it higher than his shoulder blades without dislocating a shoulder to removed it.

 

Stopping in his ministrations, Lavi removed the towel from the teens head and tossed it over his shoulder before grabbing the bunched up material at the boy's lower shoulder blades and tugging it over Allen's head, his fingers brushing against Allen's sides as he did so.

 

Once the article in question was removed and tossed aside, he noted that Allen looked rather flushed, but whether it was in fact from the weather already getting to him or from gently, unintentionally touching him, Lavi didn't know.

 

“You're cold,” Lavi did mumble as he draped the dry towel over the other's shoulders.

 

“Well, the rain is cold and you just left me standing here to catch pneumonia while your tiny little brain tried to process the weather,” Allen then teased as he took hold of the towel around him.

 

“And you could've just as easily opened your own door and gotten a towel and some dry clothes,” Lavi pointed out.

 

And again he received that blank look.

 

“What?”

 

“What about Mana the polar bear and cold rain do you not comprehend,” he smirked. If it were that easy, he would've gone home first. But considering the fact that it was likely in the lower 40s in his place, he would've frozen into a Allen statue of ice before he even reached his room.

 

Lavi thought about offering to run over to his room and get him some dry, warm clothes, but the wind was blowing the rain in towards his door and window, and the rain was none too light. “Let me see what I have that might fit you.”

 

He then disappeared down the hall to his room while Allen remained where he was and continued to dry off and keep some body heat in. But it didn't take Lavi long to return with a bundle of clothes in his arms and a small little creature named Miya on his heels.

 

“They'll be a little big, but you'll be fine. Go change in the bathroom.”

 

Allen nodded as he took the clothes and headed down the hall.

 

Lavi then returned to the oven and checked on their dinner, which wasn't quite done yet, which sadly meant that he had more time to do his algebra…

 

Again he sat in front of his book, sighing all the while Miya was below the table rubbing against his legs and purring lovingly.

 

“You're not getting any food yet, pig. You can wait until we eat.”

 

“That's not very nice,” Allen mocked him as he stood at the end of the table with his hands, or where his hands should've been if he wasn't wearing such a big hoodie, on his hips, smiling. “Are you actually this big or do you get clothes that are just baggy on you?”

 

Luckily, the pair of PJ bottoms that Lavi had given him had a drawstring on them so he could keep them on his hips at least while he had to roll up the bottom of them so he didn't walk on the seams and trip is already clumsy self.

 

“Oh, so you want to indiscreetly call me fat. Okay,” Lavi nodded with a smirk of his own as he looked over the teen, the end of his pencil between his lips and resting on his lower teeth.

 

“If the shoe fits,” Allen shrugged as he plopped down at the table across from Lavi. Of course, they both knew that Allen was only joking.

 

“I don't understand how someone can look so cute sleeping in my bed and prancing around in my clothes also looking childishly adorable can have such a vulgar mouth. See if you get anymore of that pie tonight.”

 

At this, the silver haired teen's grayish blue eyes looked pathetically sad and a pout formed on his lips in retaliation. “But Lavi~”

 

And it didn't take long for both of them to break into smile as Lavi stood and headed for the oven yet again, retrieving their dinner from within the depths of the oven's belly and setting it on the burners to cool for a minute.

 

“I thought you said pizza was cheating.”

 

“I felt like cheating since you didn't pick anything out,” came the response as the older boy began to cut the pizza into slices.

 

“Okay, so you win that round,” he dramatically sighed as he reached across the table and turned Lavi's book towards him. “You're taking algebra? Shouldn't you be in something a little more advanced?”

 

“Math is not my thing,” he said as he sat a plate with a couple slices of pizza in front of Allen.

 

“You want some help?”

 

“Could you?” Lavi asked hopefully as he sat down to eat his own food.

 

“Hmmm…” Allen then started to look around the room, pretending to be thinking deeply about something. “Only if you give some more of that pie.”

 

Lavi smiled around his bite of food. Swallowing, he replied, “You drive a hard bargain, but I'll accept your demand.”

 

Once they had finished eating and had fed Miya, they sat at the table for a few hours, side by side as Allen walked Lavi through each step for each problem until he could do simple ones on his own. How this boy managed to pass his math tests, Allen will never know.

 

With only a few math problems left, and his eyes growing increasingly tired with each number and pencil stroke, he finally closed his book, noting the extra weight on his shoulder and the silence that surrounded him.

 

“Allen!” he whined pathetically. He was too tired to even think about carrying the boy anywhere, but if he moved and did nothing, Allen would surely fall to the floor. He then glanced at the clock which read 11:32. “You should be at home in bed! It's late.”

 

“I don wanna go home,” he mumbled as he sat up. “Don wanna move.”

 

“Well, I don't think your dad will approve of you staying the night, let alone being over here this late.”

 

“He don care. He knows I'm safe with you,” he continued to mumble, fighting off sleep.

 

It was still raining outside, but the lightening had since stopped. So with a sigh, he scooped Allen up in his arms, who curled up tightly against him and wrapped his arms around Lavi's neck. He managed to turn off the kitchen light and find his way to his room in the darkened apartment without bumping himself or Allen into anything.

 

`He's going to end up here anyway,” Lavi mused as he laid the boy down on the bed before stripping down to his boxers and curling up himself. Making sure his alarm was set, he closed his eyes, opening them as something snaked slowly, lazily across his stomach.

 

Allen was lying on his side, facing Lavi with his arm draped over his stomach, sound asleep and lightly snoring.

 

Lavi didn't care nor mind it. He missed having any kind of human interaction, so he welcomed it. It's not like he forced Allen to do anything against his will.

 

Finally comfortable and warm, Lavi simply kept staring at Allen's peaceful face as his eyes drifted closer and closer to sleep.