Okay, this chapter took me around two months or longer to cough up. Again, I'm sure I have not replied reviews, being that I'm either being lazy or busy. But rest assure that I read every single one, and I totally love all of them!

It may take a while again to get another chapter up, and this was done with much...encouragement...from Nia. Ehem. Lol! Enjoy!

Thanks to: Niamh, for being guilt, and being my beta. ;)

DISCLAIMER: DGM does not belong to me! And it's coming back next month! BANZAI! XD

WARNINGS: Non. Spoiler free. Shounen-ai? Exorcists turn Noah?

He was tired, and that was all he could comprehend apart from the fact that his body was aching. Kanda’s breath on his face was a nice distraction, Allen decided, as he stayed as still as a board. The Japanese man did not say anything, he just remained in his position, towering over Allen. Allen made to move, but with one of Kanda’s large hand on his shoulder, and another pressing against the headboard, he couldn’t really move without disturbing Kanda.

“Kanda…?” Allen whispered hoarsely, his tired eyes looking up towards the older man’s shadowed ones. “Is something…wrong?”

“Che.”

Allen chuckled despite the situation, unconsciously leaning his head onto Kanda’s broad shoulder, which was right in front of him.

“Did something happen with Lavi?” The British boy made a guess, and judging by the way Kanda stiffened slightly - not enough to make Allen think he hit the mark, but enough to know it was part of the reason why Kanda was acting weirdly. “And…what did you mean by the words you just said?”

All was silent for the moment, until Kanda heaved a heavy sigh and leaned his head on Allen’s shoulder, pushing the boy back slightly so that Allen was supporting Kanda instead. Kanda had placed his weight fully on the mattress which they sat on, and Allen hesitantly wrapped his arms around the man. Kanda’s arm had fallen from its place, and was now on the bed, right beside Allen.

“The fucking problem is I can’t stop thinking about you.” Kanda muttered into the soft material of Allen’s shirt. “And shit, that sounded wrong.”

Allen laughed slightly, his arms tightening around the older man’s frame. “I don’t get it, you can’t stop thinking about me?” He shook his head, maybe he really was too tired, he couldn’t process the meaning of Kanda’s words. “Maybe it’s cause you haven’t been out for a while, and you’ve been cooped up too long with me-”

“Shut up. I know what I said and I know what I’m saying.” Kanda retorted, sitting up to glare at Allen. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Spell what out?” Allen asked, tilting his head to the side. The gears in his brain weren’t working as well as he hoped they would, he still couldn’t understand what Kanda was trying to say. Wasn’t it normal to think about him if Kanda spend almost every single day together with the boy?

Instead of answering him, Kanda leaned forward, pressing his lips against Allen’s cold, dry mouth.

--

“Linali!”

The Chinese turned her head towards the direction that she heard her name, and smiled when she saw the familiar Australian man coming towards her.

“Reever, what is it?” She asked when he stopped in front of her.

He gave her a smile and pointed towards where the new main office was located, towards the end of the hallway. “Supervisor has been asking for you.” Reever said. “I think it might be about your Innocence, and he’s worried about it.”

“Oh, I was supposed to see him!” Linali exclaimed. She had totally forgotten about the matter of her Innocence. Linali was to report back to Komui everyday on the condition of her legs in case anything out of the ordinary happened. “Has everyone settled in then?”

Reever nodded. “Everything’s fine, and most of the people are in the cafeteria now, as they spent most of the day moving everything from the old place.”

“I see, that’s good.” She replied with a strained smile. The teenage girl was still very much attached to the old building that was once the Order, but some things could not be changed, no matter what she did. Reever seem to not notice the forced expression on her face, for he smiled back and patted her head like he always did.

“Link is in Komui’s office, by the way.” Reever added as Linali walked pass him. “Inspector Leverrier had you on supervision like…Allen, right?”

The all too familiar name was hard to choke out, and Linali noted that. Everyone in the Order was still having a hard time remembering that Allen Walker was no longer with them, and instead on the other side, which they fought against. Kanda Yu, and even Lavi had gone, and by now with no news from Bookman or Lavi, they strongly suspected that the two had gone over to the opposing side too. They were stagnant, like the wind, and they never returned to the place they had been to. They came and went whenever the felt like it, it was how the Bookman clan lived.

The redhead’s face flashed in her mind as she thought about him, and she felt an ache in her chest. Frowning, she realized she missed Lavi most of all, because his chatter and bright grin never failed to cheer her up. You never know how much something or someone means to you until it’s gone.

With that thought in her head, she went down the hall, praying that things would take a turn for the better, soon.

--

Lavi soon realized that the thought of Linali didn’t really come as often as it did when he was back in the Order. He had thought that absence made the heart grow fonder, but it seemed as though it didn’t. He vaguely wondered if what he felt for the girl had just been an infatuation, or a crush, or curiosity, just because she was the girl no one could have, not while Komui was around. Not only that, but the memory of her cheery voice had become a dull echo in his mind, despite his photographic memory.

Leaning forward to press his forehead against the cool glass, his eye drifted to his ‘babysitter’, who seemed to have dozed off on his usual place. Lately, Tyki had been spending more time in his room together with Lavi, even though they knew Lavi no longer tried to escape from the mansion. He even stayed there until he fell asleep, claiming Lavi needed company after what happened with Kanda earlier that day.

“Wonder how Yu-chan’s holding up…” Lavi muttered, suddenly remembering his best friend. Raising one of his hands to rub his neck, he shivered slightly when he remembered Kanda’s chocking hold, the anger in his deep blue eyes, and his frustrated expression after that episode. He couldn’t understand why Kanda had gotten so mad, but he did know that he had only spoken facts about Allen.

“He is merely confused.” A deep velvet voice answered his thoughts, and Lavi turned his head towards the only other occupant in the room. “You were wondering why Kanda was mad, weren’t you?” Tyki continued, flashing him a smile.

The redhead nodded once, looking back out the window. “Yuu-chan’s never lost it before, so I was just wondering why he did.” Shrugging to himself, he gave a sigh. “He…seems to care for Allen a lot…”

“Does that sadden you?” Tyki asked.

Lavi chuckled. “Of course not, it’s about time something happened between those two…” He trailed off, brows furrowing into a frown, his eyes holding something akin to longing. “What do they call it? Love? Protectiveness? Or is it just plain pity because we’re on the same side, and we need someone beside us?” He said quietly, his eye never looking at the other Noah in the room.

Tyki sighed, raking a hand through his hair, frowning when his hands caught in the tangles and curls of his ebony dark hair. “You say the most heartbreaking things, Lavi.”

The redhead bit his bottom lip, clenching and unclenching his fist. “Yeah.” He said after a while, his eye still looking out the window. “Yeah, I guess I do.” He chuckled without humor, and Tyki narrowed his eyes at the forced action. “That’s how Bookman are raised after all.” He turned, his green emerald eye finally settling on Tyki’s golden ones. “We have no need of emotions, after all, it’s just history in ink and paper, and emotions get in the way of recording things accurately.”

“Even so, have you never thought about it more logically, that you are currently involved in the history you are recording? As the Exorcist, Lavi?”

Lavi smiled bitterly. “Of course, but ‘Lavi’ is merely an alias, one I will discard after the war…or rather, the history we record ends.” He shook his head, looking weary. “It doesn’t matter if ‘Lavi’ does anything rash, as long as ‘Bookman Junior’ does his part of the job, all my actions are overlooked.”

Observing the younger man silently, Tyki shook his head. “You say ‘Lavi’ is an alias, but do you realize that you’re now so deep into that alias, you can’t say that ‘Lavi’ and ‘Bookman Junior’ are two different people?”

“…They are…two different personalities…” Lavi said, though he hesitated. “It’s different…I’m not…I can’t…grow attached to one alias…it makes discarding so much harder.”

“How many have you discarded already?” The Noah of Pleasure asked quietly.

“Fourty eight.” Lavi replied without hesitation, the information wasn‘t really classified anyway. “I never got so deep into any alias before, so it’s just…frustrating.” He went on, remembering all the times that ‘Lavi’ had been so involved with his emotions that Bookman had to remind him where he stood. “It’s hard, realizing that in my whole life as Bookman junior, I never once had a…a family like this one.” He smiled. “I…the first thing I ever discarded…was my real name and family.”

“Your real name?”

“I don’t remember it now, it was a long time ago, back when my memory wasn’t as good as what it is now.” The ex-exorcist shrugged, as though he wasn’t bothered by it. “My family wasn’t really a loving one, and that’s one thing I don’t regret discarding…but my name…I remember it was important, because it was the only thing to remember my…mother by.”

He had a hard time saying the word ‘mother’, and it sounded foreign on his lips. Frowning, he realized he had never said that word since he started training as Bookman all those years ago. He only ever wrote it, and writing was so much easier than speaking it.

“I see…” Tyki replied, unsure of what more to say at this point.

“It’s fine.” Lavi waved him off, saving him the trouble. “I just needed to talk about it, ya don’t have to say anything.”

“It has been a hard life, hasn’t it?” Tyki finally settled on saying.

--

“It is here.” A figure donning a long, mud brown cloak said, pushing aside the branches and leaves that were obscuring their view of the mansion.

“I don’t understand.” Another taller figure said. “If you knew where to find it, how come you’ve never done so before?”

“It is by coincidence, that we know how to locate each other.” Bookman replied, stepping forward into the rain, ignoring the fact that his cloak was quickly becoming soaked.

Miranda stumbled out after him, clutching her cloak tightly for fear it would blow away. the harsh wind blew her brown curled locks into her eyes, irritating the German woman for a moment. Brushing them away, she hurried to catch up with Bookman, who was already walking towards the mansion, his poise and step made him look as though he did not care if any Akuma appeared suddenly, or he was confident there were no enemies around.

“Did Komui-san say that there was a possibility that Lavi has become a Noah?” Miranda asked, matching Bookman’s pace with ease once she caught up to him. “Isn’t it…dangerous?”

Her question made the elderly man halt in his steps, considering their options. She paused too, awaiting his decision. Finally, he gave a long sigh and spoke. “If it is dangerous, it will still be safer than going back to the Black Order, where the secretary Leverrier will be no doubt waiting to have a little talk with exorcists that are close to Allen Walker.” He glanced towards the German woman. “And that includes you, Miranda Lotto.”

Miranda bit her lip, trying not to remember how piercing the man’s glare was when he first set eyes on her. Although she was certain it was their first meeting, Leverrier had somehow held an amount of hatred when he looked at her. She later noticed it was not only her, but to all exorcists, especially Allen Walker. Though his words were not harsh, his smile had never really been a smile, it was more of a smirk, and it never reached his eyes, not once. Miranda nodded after a few minutes of silence, bringing up her hand to rub at her growing headache.

“Come. We are almost there.” Bookman said suddenly, turning away from her and towards the mansion again.

Not wanting to delay their trip with her useless apologies and stuttering, Miranda started walking again.

--

The fog in his mind wouldn’t clear, and he could hear the melody of a new awakening Noah in the distant. When he felt warm lips on his cold dried ones however, all thoughts of hearing tunes or the pain in his head fled, and his eyes widened. Allen couldn’t see Kanda’s expression for the Japanese youth held his head in place with his calloused hand. Too shocked to respond, Allen merely sat as he was, the gears in his brain furiously trying to work.

Kanda though, felt that this was the beginning of a rejection, as the lack of response told him. Sighing inwardly, he nipped Allen’s bottom lip before pulling away, forcing a glare to his face and looking towards the British boy. Allen’s eyes were still wide when Kanda pulled away, though there was disappointment in his gaze as well. Kanda raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to understand Allen’s expression.

“Moyashi?” Kanda asked, leaning back a little so Allen had space. “Oi, moyashi!”

“It’s Allen!” The younger boy said out of instinct. “A-and you…y-you k-k-k-kiss…”

“Kissed you.” Kanda finished, resisting the urge to smirk at Allen’s stuttering. It would have made him laugh, had the situation not been so tensed for him. “Now do you get it?” He added, albeit a little sarcastically.

“You kissed me!” Allen repeated, turning his eyes towards the older man.

Kanda rolled his eyes at Allen’s comment. “Che. I think I know what I just did, moyashi.”

“It’s Allen!” Allen corrected again, turning to look away as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. “Why did you do that?”

“…”

“Kanda!” Allen exclaimed, when the Japanese youth did not answer. He moved forward to grab Kanda’s sleeves, timidly. “I-I need to know…this isn’t just-”

“A dream?” Kanda asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Or pity because I’m always by your side?”

Allen nodded slowly, and he looked down, suddenly finding the sheets very interesting. Kanda watched as Allen bit his lip, and how cold sweat started forming on his forehead. He lifted one hand to brush back Allen’s bangs, which had grown out. He wondered how Allen could stand it when it kept going into his eyes, but he refused to cut it. The scars of a Noah that were supposed to line his forehead was also absent, but Kanda noted that the cursed scar Allen’s foster father gave him had become more visible, a more vibrant, if not bloody red.

“Che. It’s not.” Kanda replied. “If it was, I would have told you I hated you for turning me into a Noah.”

He felt rather than saw Allen stiffened when he said that, and inwardly he cursed himself for forgetting that the younger boy was sensitive on that topic. “But I don’t.” He added, hoping it would ease Allen’s guilt.

“Then you…really…” Allen couldn’t find the words to say, frowning when the words wouldn’t come to his mind.

Kanda smirked, slightly relieved that Allen actually looked at him when he started frowning. “Che. As long as you don’t keep sleeping. You might turn into a pig rather than a bean sprout.”

“Allen.” The British boy said, glaring through sleepy eyes at the Japanese youth. Suppressing a yawn, Allen leaned back against the pillows, fully intending to go back to sleep when Kanda shook the boy by his shoulders, and Allen opened his eyes to see Kanda raising an eyebrow.

“What?” Allen asked, trying not to fall asleep.

Kanda rolled his eyes, shifting to sit beside him. “Where’s your sappy reply?”

“Sappy?” And it was Allen’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Why must my reply be sappy?”

“Because that seems to suit your image.”

Allen chuckled, mock glaring. “I do not do sappy.” He leaned against Kanda, snuggling into the warmth that the older man provided as he yawned. “But I do words?” He tried, grinning at his own excuse. “I love you, I did even before you followed me.”

Kanda smirked. “Che. Don’t make me sound like some pet that followed you here.”

“You might be.” Allen joked.

--

Silence settled over the pair after Tyki uttered those words, and it was only broken after a while. “Yeah, but who hasn’t had it hard?” Lavi replied, smiling at the Noah of Pleasure.

Tyki nodded, agreeing silently with the redhead. The sound of someone running alerted the pair, before it stopped right in front of Lavi’s room door. Before Tyki could get up, the door swung open to reveal Road, who was grinning widely.

“We have guests!”

Beta’s Note: Allen doesn’t do sappy? Ha. Haha. HA! Allen doesn’t do SAPPY like Kanda doesn’t do CUTE. Which he IS, Dark. I SWEAR. Boobface.

Yes, I am aware of that fact. hehe. But it was a funny arguement! 8D Anyways, there was yullen!! LOL.

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