I wrote this in honour of the recent Bon Odori Festival in Shah Alam

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Disclaimer : I do not own D.Gray-Man

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Lavi strode down the aisle with a speed that could’ve made Bookman proud. I know that he had been trying to avoid Tyki lately, but . . . Oh, talk about the devil . . .

Allen pretended that he didn’t see that.

Sigh..

Anyways, it was matsuri. The annual Bon Odori Festival was around the corner and Allen, being Allen was dragged smoothly by Linalee to every yukata store that she could have find without any resistance by him. Being an honourable gentleman, it was unlike Allen to turn down a lady’s request. Even if he hated shopping all his life, Ms. Lee would have never listened to his pleadings.

Sheer joy.

He sighed again as he was forced to listen all kinds of comments from her about the good-old yukatas or the too-modern yukatas. What the fuck is wrong with them?? They pretty much look alike!!

“Allen, Allen! THAT COLOUR!!” screamed Linalee.

If he had counted correctly, this would be the 23rd store where both of them came in. One look at the front sign, Allen knew that this place was different. It felt different.

“SWT,” muttered moyashi all by himself.

Considering the adrenaline impulse he had been getting at that precise moment, he willed himself to go inside. Linalee was already lost in her own world. The shopaholic aura emitted from her was worst than ever as this ‘Yayoi Yukata Store’ held more than a million design pieces in their collection.
And all of them were on sale too.

All Allen could do was stared and looked around quietly. The storeowner, Mr. Kuma was looking at him weirdly. He didn’t like the look of it on the old man’s face. It reminded him too much of that freaky stalker he stumbled on during their last mission. At least during that period of time, Kanda was around. Well, obviously he was not with him right now.

Vivid images kept on reappearing before his eyes and Allen squinted at the worse, possible scene that could have happened at the store.

“Ano…. Linalee??” asked Allen nervously. It was said by Komui to never interrupt a girl’s shopping chivalry.

Linalee turned around. “Allen!! I’m so sorry. I forgot that you were here!! HahAHahAHAhaHAahAHAHA,” Allen sweatdropped.

It would do him good if he can escape himself safely from there.

“Ahh.. let’s see,” Linalee waved her fingers on the various silk she discovered along the wood rack. “Ohhh. Ojii-san. Please show me that design over there,” asked Linalee sweetly to the store owner. It was evident that Mr. Kuma fell for her so-called charms. Hmm. This will save them around a hundred pounds at least…Reever would thank him for this.

Meanwhile...

Mr. Kuma took his ladder and climbed up to reach the spot where Linalee pointed her finger at. The white-haired lad didn’t like the looks of the vibrant colours splayed along the big cabinets from where they were standing.

As he looked over on the long offending thing spread across the table…

Allen’s face was horrorstruck as the fabric was a bloody kuma. A fucking Suzuki-san, Junjou Romantica, yukata. IT WAS THE SAME VERSION OF LINALEE’S BL LOVE OBSESSION UKE-DESIGN!!

Fuck.

“Gomen Linalee… I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT WEARING THAT, EVER!!” and he stormed off to escape from her wrath via the nearest window stand but it was not long before she activated her innocence combat boots and kicked the daylights off Mr. Allen Walker.

The store man’s daughter, Yukari.. (who’s a fan of shounen-ai) saw Allen and the played images of him with that pale blue satin yukata, being an uke sparked alive as if it was in a movie. Linalee, who noticed the sudden change in her eyes held up her hands and made a wicked smile.

It was time to make Allen into a beautiful Romeo princess.

“Wait till Kanda sees this,” chuckled Linalee darkly.

His sore butt would never survive on the next morning.