sinful_lynx

Title: To Solve a Pesky Problem
Fandom: D.Gray-Man/FMA
Characters/Pairings: Allen, Komui, Lenalee; Ruby
Rating: PG
Warnings: RubyKitty!
Author Note: I used Ruby's kitten attributes as an excuse to insert him into the Black Order... that way I can do more drabbles if I think of them. xD;
Summary: If there's a Komui problem, go to Lenalee.
Disclaimer: Daddy made my icon and Ruby is hers. I don't own DGM or any of the characters.

"You shouldn't sit out here in the rain," says a calm, quiet voice that lulls him from his dreams. The face is shadowed out, but he sees white amidst all the darkness and the dreariness, a color of purity among the tainted. It seems like an angel has descended, come to take him off to the next world where he may experience peace. He's scared, frightened of this shadowy angel, but he smiles softly in a fever induced daze and reaches out to the hand that's extended to him. He doesn't want to be alone anymore. He doesn't want to be cold or wet or feel this terrible ache within. He just wants some peaceful rest.

The next thing he remembers is waking up to the sound of clattering chairs, creaking beds and frantic shouts.

"Hold still now, Allen-kun~!"

It sounds familiar, that voice, but it's no longer kind and warm, but menacing... well, he'd even venture to say evil.

"No! Wait! Don't--!"

A body leaps over his bed, onto the next and into an older woman with a tight face and harsh stare, and she looks ready to kill. For a minute, he's too afraid to move, not sure if that voice that sounded so soothing before and turned into a demon is any worse than the wicked woman whose eyes blaze and promise doom.

"Awake? It's about time." The voice he remembers of the one who plucked him off the streets is back, a cheerful smile on his foreign face, a pale complexion and complicated dark eyes that he can't see past. "Do you have a name, little kitty?"

He tenses a little bit and moves to cover his ears, hopes and prays that there's no one else paying attention to their conversation, though it's a stretch to think that he hasn't been noticed. "Uh..."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

He tilts his head downwards, hears the muffled footsteps of those around and can feel their eyes on him. He's embarrassed, to say the least, and he does what he knows to be the only solution--end the questioning as quick as possible so he may hide beneath the pillows and blankets to avoid all of the scrutinizing stares. "My name... it's Alexander Rubens."

The man smiles brightly and adjusts his glasses. "Hello, Alex-kun. I am Komui Lee, Supervisor of the Black Order. Good morning."

He frowns deeply, hands falling from his head. He's heard of the Black Order. A strange man with red hair and a dishonest gleam in his eyes spoke of it and told him that he should come, that a man named Komui would take care of him. When he thought back on it, he'd thought the man and name were suspicious enough, like a cult for sorcery or something outrageous, but totally acceptable at the time. The man sitting beside him with a kind look in his eyes is, indeed, a frightening person. He seems as if he'll launch into a rampage at any moment and he wonders if it's all right to trust him.

"Anyway, you've been sleeping for a few days. Unfortunately, we have some preliminary things to do before you can become an Exorcist."

His suspicions seem confirmed and he sits up straight. He only looks different, he's not some clergyman. He can't possibly Exorcise evil spirits! "But... I don't... I can't do it. I'm not who you think I am."

"I can promise you, Alex-kun, that my eye for detail is unparalleled. I know an Exorcist when I see him."

"Uh... riiight... so you knew I was one and still let Kanda attack me?"

Komui adjusts his glasses quickly, the light catching them just right to cast a terrifying glow on them. "I almost forgot you were there, Allen-kun. Now let me see that arm."

~*~

He's just a little bit afraid of Komui. Allen's screams down the hall as he did whatever patchwork was necessary on his arm were still resounding in his head. He can't possibly imagine what he did, or what it was that had Allen so very terrified, but he does know that he doesn't want to find out. His appearance may have been akin to a cat, but even cats knew when curiosity was better left to the ancestors who died for it.

"Alex-kuuun!" Arms of white sweep him up to a chest broad, the badge of the Order digging into his cheek. "Lenalee never let me dress her up in such cute things. How are you doing today, little kitten?"

Komui's just a bit too clingy and a little bit more than creepy, but because it's his boss, he doesn't make a sound of protest, bottling it up inside with a small cringe. "I-I'm okay..."

"I've never known Innocence to change a person so much!" He continues on, as if completely unaware that he's uncomfortable, perhaps even a bit scared to be so close to the mad scientist. He's heard many rumors and he's not sure that he wants to be a witness to any of them, either. "SO cute... and yours ears! So soft! I simply have to know!"

Cold fingers gently rub the cartilage gently and while he's frightened of this insane man, he can't help the sudden urge to purr, close his eyes and enjoy the soft ministrations. Hi mind is mush, his resolve to get away broken. He's nothing but a helpless kitten in the hands of the man dressed in purity but with a mind of a total psycho.

"Brother!"

Komui freezes and he's free from the spell, though still unable to break away because this is his boss and he shouldn't be walking away from the man who decides his fate. "L-lenalee!"

He remembers her, a kind young woman who has helped him a few times, her eyes brighter than her brother's, but also much quicker to anger than he is. He's not sure which is worse, an obsessive Komui or an angry Lenalee.

"What are you doing to poor Alex? Don't scare him off before he's even had his first assignment!"

"I'm not scaring him, Lenalee!" Komui seems to remember he's there and scoops him up in a big hug. "He's just so cute! How can you resist these ears! You would look simply adorable with them, don't you think?"

"Not a chance! Now put him down!"

"But--"

"Brother..."

"But... you know how I adore kitties, Lenalee!"

"Down."

"Ah--"

"Now!"

He barely has time to get out of the way, a black mass moving almost too quick for even his eyes to catch, colliding with the Supervisor.

There's something oddly satisfying about it, something that gives him a bit of security as he dashes down the hall to his room to hide away, away from, not Allen's or Lenalee's screams, but Komui's, that helps him rest when he settles in. If there's a Komui problem, go to Lenalee.