[D. Gray Man] 34. Champagne
Character(s): Lenalee, Road, Allen
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The news came with the clang of champagne glasses in the background. It was the New Years Eve party--the same party that Komui held every year, and Lenalee never held it against him. She'd don the finest gown her brother would allow her to wear, and she would let him (in a way) show her off.
There had never been any other meaning than that until tonight. Tonight she'd done it on purpose. And tonight is, maybe, what made it hurt the most. The news shouldn't have been anything particularly important, even she can admit she'd been slightly tipsy going into the conversation--what had she honestly expected?--but when his hand fell to her hip (not her hip mind you, but that other girls) Lenalee knew this had gone horribly wrong.
Allen wasn't like that. He couldn't be like that. Not when she finally found out about --not when they finally-- not when--it all boiled down to the 'not when'. Maybe that was the problem?
She'd gone into it tipsy and maybe that was the problem too. A problem but a blessing all the same because, to be honest, part of her had seemed happy at the time. Shocked, yes, because this was Allen and that was Road. Road Kamelot. The obsessive one. The one so many had (jokingly) labeled "stalker", and yet Allen's hand was firmly around her waist--supportive (if one could describe it as such)--and it all seemed so natural in that off-kilter way that everyone had bought into it. That it had gone perfectly without a hitch--oh they were living together? How nice. Since when? Two months ago? Oh my that's a surprise, I'm sure you two have worked it all out by now, right?
Who cooks, who cleans--
Oh you're expecting? Since when?
It was a blessing and a curse that she'd been tipsy, because Lenalee knew she wouldn't have handled it that well. Still didn't mean it didn't hurt, now, after the fact.
This was Allen--and he wasn't supposed to be like that.