Hello everyone! Can I just say that I absolutely adore you all? The reviews were amazing from the last chapter and made me smile XD

Okay so later on there is a lot of the Notebook references so if you haven't seen it… umm… read this blerb or watch the trailer, the trailer kinda explains everything.

Noah and Allie meet an amusement park. Noah tries to get her attention by threatening to fall off the Ferris Wheel if she won't go out with him. She does. They go out. They love each other. They go to a rundown mansion. Noah says he'll rebuild it. Allie tells him how she wants it to look. Allie moves. Noah writes to her every day for a year. Her mother hides the letters because she's a bitch and doesn't like Noah because he's poor. Allie gets engaged to some prick. She sees Noah in the paper. He rebuilt the house! (yey.) She goes to see him. They take the rowboat into the flock of geese. They realize that Allie's mother is a crazy bitch. They sleep together. There's drama. SPOILER ALERT! They end up together. Yada yada yada, it's a romance movie, but I thought I would have some fun with it ;P

Sigh, that was a lot of shit…

A special thanks to Halley Vanderia

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray Man or the Notebook or GreenWorks dish detergent for that matter

I rolled over groaning. There was a dull pounding in my head that I wasn't use to. Similar to what it would feel like if someone smashed my head in with a sledge hammer. I felt Alana shift next to me, "Meh… Kanda? You okay?"

"Yeah, why?" I forced out.

"You were groaning," she reasoned as she sat up and brushed my bangs to feel my forehead, "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm feeling fine."

"Are you sure?" she asked concernedly, "You do feel awful clammy."

"I'm fine," I said again as I sat up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my upper body swaying slightly with vertigo.

Alana steadied me by putting her hands on either side of my shoulders, "Maybe you shouldn't go in today?"

"And do what? Sit around all day?"

She smirked, "That is what people usually tend to do when they are sick."

"Oh, yeah? And when was the last time you did that?"

She hit me lightly on the shoulder, "You already know the answer to that."

I did. Alana never could take a day off if she wasn't feeling well, even if she was sick with something that could spread, she would still be forced to go in and work in the office and do something there. She just couldn't ever afford not to go in.

"I'm still going to go in."

She sighed, "Fine, but it won't be my fault if you puke in a meeting."

I watched her get out of bed and walk to the dresser, "What time do you have to go to work?"

"Cross wants me there for three. Come to think of it, I don't really know why he wants me there so early," she said shrugging as she shifted through a drawer.

"Do you know when you'll get back?" I asked, getting out of bed myself.

"Hmmm," she said thoughtfully, tapping her lips with her pointer finger, "Probably a bit after eleven."

I nodded and walked over to the large closet that we shared to get a suit. I was putting on my belt, when Alana skipped over and kissed my cheek affectionately.

"I'll go make some tea," she said softly and left our bedroom to go down the stairs and to the kitchen.

I fixed my collar and rubbed my temples roughly. What was this shit? I never got sick. Ever. There was a tickling sensation in the back of my throat and I coughed twice. What the fucking hell is this? The last time I had a cold I was four and Tiedoll had babied the shit out of me, even more then he usually did.

Again, that tickling in my throat. I held back the threatening cough, only to have it build up and be forced out. I covered my mouth with my elbow as I fell into the coughing fit. Fuck coughing, fuck being sick. This was humiliating. Damn every illness to the deepest and fieriest pit of hell. At that particularly low moment of my life where I actually admitted to myself that my immunity to ailments had in fact failed me, I cursed every single motherfucking fuckfaced shitty bacteria that could possibly reduce me to being hunched over and hacking my fucking vocal cords out into my elbow.

I heard Alana's hurried footsteps on the stairs and her soft hands on my shoulder, "Are you okay, Kanda? You don't sound so good."

"I'm fine."

"Come downstairs, I made some tea and that should help sooth it," she smiled and lead me down the steps, "Are you sure that you want to go in? If you catch it quick, you might be able to stop it from progressing into something worse."

"I'm sure. It was just a cough."

She looked at me critically, but then rolled her eyes smiling, "Whatever, Kanda."

We ate our breakfast together at the kitchen counter. I watched her as she put her hair up into a high ponytail so the silver locks were falling down the middle of her back.

"I'm going to leave now; Lena is expecting me by the lake."

I nodded. Alana and Lenalee usually met up fairly often to go running. It made sense because I would have to leave to go to work and she liked to stay busy during the day, "I'll walk out with you."

Together we walked out of the apartment and I locked the door behind us. We took the elevator down and we walked through the front lobby. Alana waved to an older woman, who smiled and waved back. I recognized her as Mrs. Stark; she lived in the building with her son and his family. We exited the building and walked down a few blocks before Alana had to turn left and I had to keep going straight.

"Bye, BaKanda," she smiled and kissed me goodbye before skipping away, "I love you."

I smirked and watched her swaying ponytail as she quickly bobbed in between the people on the street. I turned around and continued walking.


The day was hell. By the end of the day, my throat was like sandpaper and Lavi wouldn't stop teasing me about how 'the almighty Kanda Yu was defeated by the common cold.' What got me through the day were the thoughts of slowly peeling away Lavi's skin then forcing the strips down his throat, and finally being able to go home and sit on the couch with Alana.

I finally got to our apartment and took the elevator up to our level. I took out my keys and opened the door, "Hello?" I called, before remembering Alana wouldn't be home for at least four hours. Damn, now the cold was messing with my head too?

By this point I was so fucking frustrated I was practically slamming my head against the counter. I grabbed the tissue box from the bathroom and put it on the coffee table. I might as well get prepared for my pitiful night of solitude, or at least until the Moyashi got back, so I got a soft blanket and pillow from the closet and put them on the couch. Go big or go home. I sat on the couch and pulled the blanket up to my chin, brooding at the humiliation that was the common cold.

Originally, if I was sick I would have brushed it off and pretended otherwise like I did that day while I was at work, but I was at home so no one was watching me. I was also tired, and sick, and just wanted to be with my wife so the world to back the fuck off for all I cared at the moment.

I tried to read my book, but that lasted only about three hours so I decided to watch a movie to help defuse my boredom. I perused the selection provided by the service and my eyes rested on The Notebook. I remembered Lenalee talking about it and saying it was good, and she wasn't too bad of a human being so I rented it and made myself a cup of tea during the preshow commercials.

I began watching it and realized that I had a deep loathing towards the girl, Allie. Everything she did got me pissed, like how it took Noah nearly falling off the motherfucking Ferris Weal to get her attention.

The door to the apartment opened when Allie had finally decided to go to see Noah after seven years of her being an idiot. Now they were in a rowboat.

"Kanda?" I heard Alana call as she walked into the apartment, "What are you doing?"

I was about to answer when she asked, "Is that the Notebook?"

I grunted in response and she sat down next to me. Now there were ducks everywhere, yeah very stellar Noah, but the girl is still going to be a bitch and deny her love for you until she finally decides to leave her dink of a husband.

'It's like a dream…'

'Do you want to feed 'em?'

Stupid bitch, don't you realize you aren't supposed to feed the geese?

"So why are you watching the Notebook?" Alana asked, smirking.

"Lenalee said that it was a good movie last time we were out, so I knew if couldn't suck too badly," I reasoned, "and I got home at seven, and I was bored waiting for you to come home."

"Oh, did you miss me, Kanda?" she teased.

I grunted again in reply, focusing again on the show.

'What are they all doing here?'

'I don't know. They're supposed to migrate to Guatemala Sound…"

'They won't stay here?'

Why the fuck would they stay there? I mean seriously! Did she expect that giant flock of motherfucking geese to freeze to death when the winter came?

'No. They'll go back where they came from…'

Just like fucking Allie, because she can't swallow her pride and relies how stupid she is, and that deep down she wants nothing more than to be in Noah's bed.

"So how was your day today?" Alana asked, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I kept coughing up shit."

'You look different…'

No shit, Ally, that's what happens after your abandoned and left alone for seven years to build a motherfucking mansion in some bitch's honor.

"I told you so," she giggled, but then more seriously, "But how are you feeling?"

"It's just a cold, quit your worrying. I would kiss you but I don't want to spread the plague."

She laughed and we focused again on the T.V.

Oh, looks like Allie was bitching again. Now it was raining. Oh, poor Allie, your life must be so hard.

She tried to cover herself up with a blanket while Noah rowed on and he was laughing at her, probably because of how stupid she looked. Now she was in hysterics too. Okay, laughing hysterically in the rain. That makes sense. Doesn't make you look like an idiot at all.

'Why didn't you write to me? It wasn't over for me! I waited for you for seven years, and now it's too late…'

'I wrote you three hundred sixty five letters… I wrote you every day for a year!'

Yeah, Allie, I know, you really did fuck him up.

'You wrote to me?'


It's okay Noah, she's just struggling to comprehend mentally what's going on. Just give her a moment to get it. It might take her a bit, but I'm sure she'll understand it eventually.

'It wasn't over! It still isn't over!'

Now they kiss. Well, that was a struggle, and Allie still won't be with you because it is frowned upon by her mother and because she has a fiancé. Though I'm sure she'll lead you on, sleep with you, leave you then come back. I told you she was a bitch…

The movie continued and Alana and I finished it before going to bed. Alana curled up next to me like she usually did and I muttered, "You're going to get sick, Baka Moyashi…"

She chucked, "I don't care, BaKanda…"


Alana's POV

I woke up groggily and felt Kanda's chest beneath my face like I usually did in the morning. I blinked my eyes and sat up. I was just about to get out of bed when my eyes widened at what I saw.

"Kanda? Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" I dashed out of bed and into the bath room. Frantically, I pulled a facecloth out of one of the drawers as I turned on the sink and thrust it under the facet, drenching the material in icy water. I wrung it out and darted back to the bed to kneel next to Kanda. Kanda was sweating and his skin was hot. I pushed back his bangs and pressed the cold towel to his forehead. I heard him sigh in appreciation as his skin was cooled.

"There is no way in hell you are going into work today," I told him.

"I'm going into work, Baka Moyashi…" he muttered.

"Like hell you are! Kanda if you go into work, so help me god, I will tell Cross that it was me who was sick and you just left me at home to cough and sneeze!"

He scoffed, "And what would Cross do about that? Wouldn't he just come here?"

"No, he would go to your office, kick your ass then realize you were sick, laugh at you then send you over here, assuming that I was sick too, so you could support me, then leave so he could drink and be with some woman."

Kanda was silent for a moment before muttering something under his breath.

"Sorry, Kanda, what was that?" I asked, grinning, knowing that I had won.


"Good, now I'm going to rewet this towel and I'll be right back," I did what I said I was going to do then returned to Kanda, "You really are burning up…"

I left the towel on his forehead and got a thermometer from the cabinet along with some Ibuprofen and a glass of water from the sink. When I got back I put the thermometer in Kanda's mouth. Kanda opened his eyes to glare at me, but I only smiled back. When it beeped I pulled the thermometer out and read it. I nearly choked, "One o' seven, Kanda! One o' seven!"

"Is that bad?" He asked, as if he wasn't burning to a crisp.

"Yes it's bad! Take these," I said and gave him two pills and handed him a glass of water. He sat up slightly and swallowed the pills and a few gulps of water.

"Now stay," I said firmly, giving him a mock glare.

He rolled his eyes, but situated himself more comfortably under the sheets. I smiled and went down into the kitchen to make some soup.

I quickly chopped up some onions and put them into a pot to cook. When they were done, I then filled a pot with some chicken broth because I knew that if I relied on using real chicken to make the broth it would fail. I then added some carrots and celery into the pot and a few handfuls of alphabet pasta, just to annoy Kanda.

While the pot was simmering, I walked back up the stairs to check on my frustrated husband. Sure enough, he was sitting in bed scowling.

I sighed and walked up to him, "What's wrong?"

He gave me the look and I grinned, "I know, you're sick. Your life must be so hard!"

He was still scowling so I ran my fingers through his hair which was left down, "Common, Kanda. Lighten up! Look on the bright side, you get the day off and me to nurse you back to health," I finished the last part seductively.

Kanda groaned and covered his eyes with his arm, "That doesn't help."

I only grinned and kissed him on the forehead before snuggling up to his side. I smiled as I felt his arm wrap around my waist, "I know it stinks but you'll feel better soon."

I got no response and I smiled, "I made you some soup, it'll help," I sat up and went to go down stairs, "And I expect you to eat all of it."

I said the last bit somewhat threateningly and I skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. After peering into the pot, I dished out a bowl of the chicken-noodle soup and returned to the bedroom.

When I walked in, Kanda was lying in bed glaring at a wall. Smirking, I walked over to the bed and straddled him, holding the bowl in my left hand and the spoon in my right, "Common, Kanda open up."

Kanda just glared at me and I rolled my eyes before looking down and pouting, pretending to be hurt, "I spent my entire morning making you this soup, and you won't even try it…"

I let my lower lip tremble and that seemed to do the trick.

"Fine," Kanda muttered before opening his mouth and swallowing the soup. Why did he have to be so difficult with food? Seriously, it was like trying to feed a child.

After the bowl of soup was finally inside Kanda, I pushed him so that he was lying down. He glared at me, but I only stuck my tongue out at him.

We spent the rest of the day reading and hanging around the house. Kanda's fever left him at around noon and didn't come back, much to my relief. We went to bed early and by the end of the week, Kanda was cured of the plague that was the common cold.


Kanda's POV

It was four month's since I had gotten sick and Alana was acting strange to say the least. If it had been during one of the first months that we started living together I would have assumed that it was some weird period shit. After living with Alana though, I knew that she didn't get like this during that time of the month. According to Lavi, Lenalee craved cupcakes and was really easy to tick off. Alana was weird though; she just got really hyper and craved the strangest shit for food, like raw string beans, burnt toast and water. I mean seriously, who craves burnt toast?

Anyway, so I was folding laundry, yes I fold laundry, thank you very much, while Alana was cooking dinner. She hadn't instigated any conversation for the past two days and she had been spacy for even longer. It was downright disturbing, especially since I was so use to her bouncing around the house like the idiot that she was.

I was really confused because I knew Alana so well. I could tell that there was something on her mind, but it had to be big to make her this… unsettled.

I finished the last towel in put it on the stack. I grabbed the leaning tower of linen and walked up the stairs to put them in the closet. When I got back down Alana was staring at a pot that she was trying to clean as it overflowed with water into the sink.

"Oi, Alana!" I called. That shocked her out of her daze. She looked shocked at the spilling pot and frantically turned off the steaming water. She shook her head before putting dish soap onto the sponge and scrubbing the pot.

I rolled up my sleeves and gently pushed her away from the sink. I took the soapy sponge from her hand and began cleaning the kitchen ware.

Alana shifted uncomfortably and leaned against the counter, "I'm sorry Kanda, I-"

"Why are you apologizing, Baka Moyashi?" I interrupted, "As far as I can tell you've done nothing wrong except getting a lot of soap on your face."

She looked confused, "What are you talking about BaKanda? There's no soap on my fa- Hey!" she whined as I took a huge pile of GreenWorks suds and smeared it on her face, "What was that for, Kanda? You always do that!"

"And you never see it coming," I smirked, "Now, what's going on with you?"

She wiped her face with a hand towel before starting, "Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking and this keeps poking in my head…"

I looked sharply at her.

"I don't want you to freak out or anything, but… oh I don't know…" she trailed off.

"I doubt that whatever you have to say will make me freak out," I muttered sourly, though my mind was racing… What the hell was on her mind? Was she unhappy? Did something go wrong? Was she… Did she… I couldn't even finish that thought.

"I… I.." she tried again her eyes closed, "I want to have a baby!"

I blinked twice sharply, before turning back to the dishes. I couldn't honestly say that I hadn't thought about that… The thought of having a family had been nagging at the back of my mind and was annoying as hell, but I just pushed the thoughts away and decided to think about them later.

"Kanda?" she asked nervously, coming up behind me.

I smiled slightly and turned around before wrapping my arms around her waist and twirling her around.

"That's it? Holy shit, Alana, you had me going there…"

"So… Are you okay with it?"

"Tch, Baka Moyashi, yes I am," I scoffed and flicked her nose with the pad of my pointer finger.

She giggled and placed a kiss on my lips before burring her face in my neck, "Oh, god, Kanda. Thank you…"

I am so so so so sorry that this took forever and a day to get out! Thank you guys so much!

Kanda was sooooo sappy in this chapter. I suck, I know, but how am I supposed to keep Kanda as a hard ass when they are talking about making babies?


Oh, and I based the period stuff off of some of my best friends so THERE. (I am the ultimate supplier of chocolate and cupcakes, I know how to treat my girls)


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