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Summary: To the Vatican, their existence was only meant to kill and wipe out the Earl and the scenario he has planned for the world, destruction of mankind. Petty feelings were not needed.

Chapter Rating: T

Chapter Genres: Romance & Drama

The verb, 'yearn'.

Defined as 'to have an earnest or strong desire; longing' or 'to feel tenderness; be moved or attracted.'

Sure he got all these definitions from various dictionaries that he had chanced upon, this particular one was no exception. But of course, to yearn is like any other feeling. One has to feel it to really understand it. And in all his eighteen years of his life, he had never felt what it is to be like to yearn for something, for someone.

But he didn't care, of course. Why would anyone need such a petty feeling, such as yearning for anyone or anything in the midst of a Holy War? Ultimately something as stupid as that would just hinder their performances during fights; or worse, get themselves killed. Warriors of God need not feel anything. They were only obliged to kill, to eliminate the Akumas and wipe out the entire population of Noahs, including the Millennium Earl himself.

'But, if the Earl was defeated; if the Thousand-Year-War between the Dark Order and the Millennium Earl were to be ended. We would be free to feel, right?'

'Tch,' Kanda shaking the silly thought out of his mind, he slammed the dictionary cover closed, before stalking out of the library to his safe sanctuary for some meditation.

Cheerful, energetic and optimistic as ever, Allen Walker was like an angel sent from the Heavens. Nobody would have imagined that an Exorcist with such a cheery disposition would exist, not to mention, said Exorcist was only a mere child of fifteen, no less. Most Exorcists were only just ranging from their mid-teens to young adults with budding families back at home. It was cruel, to thrust youngsters into a Holy War, fighting on behalf of the rest of the humanity in the world. Nevertheless, they were all fighting to protect their families at home.

Since young, the only person Allen had yearned for was Mana, the only one who has showed him the meaning of care and love; the only person who had given him the warmth of having a family, even if it was just the two of them. But now, he wasn't even sure if the one Mana really loved was him, or Neah.

Having been dealt the same blow twice in a row, first being abandoned his parents, then learning about the fact that Mana may not have loved him at all, he has really started to wonder if there was anyone in the world that would yearn for him. He didn't dare yearn for anyone else. Not anymore. Not again.

Allen dropped by the cafeteria for a little snack before heading back to his own room to recuperate. He has just returned after submitting his report of his recently completed mission to Komui. Even though it was just the typical Akuma elimination and retrieving of Innocence, he was still drained. Not to mention he would be going on another mission with Kanda the next day. The shortage of Exorcists in the Black Order was not something to joke around with. They were mad busy.

To the Vatican, their existence was only meant to kill and wipe out the Earl and the scenario he has planned for the world, destruction of mankind.

Petty feelings were not needed.

It was not encouraged.

It was all but just a hindrance to the warriors of God.

But that didn't stop Lenalee or Lavi. The former had always treated everyone like family, always hoping and yearning for their safety in times of crisis. The latter, proclaimed Bookman Apprentice, has started to develop feeling for his comrades, his friends; even though it was forbidden for a Bookman, a neutral party in the midst of the War.

Kanda didn't really care much for the Vatican. He fought and fought, just to find the person he has been looking for before his life expires.

Allen didn't want to raise anymore suspicion for the Vatican. One wrong move could lead to Link reporting the events to Rouvelier.

But both of them knew that there were budding feelings in their hearts for each other, even though it was forbidden. They were in a Catholic church for crying out loud! But through so much interaction with each other, be it squabbling like a married couple, sparring like enemies on a battlefield or just brushing past each other in the hallways like strangers, it never fails to tingle their hearts, just a little. Of course they didn't know the other party's feelings. But they knew their own.

Everything was just to cover up their feelings and to get close to the other party, subconsciously of course.

That dark and gloomy evening found Allen sitting on the rooftop of the Dark Order Headquarters. He has gotten lost, again, and decided to go up to the roof to take a breather before trying to find his way back to his room later.

The sky looks as if it was going to cry, cry for all the lives that were lost in the Holy War.

'I wish the war would end soon. I don't want to see anyone else suffering anymore.'

Eventually, he fell asleep, his energy totally drained out of his entire system.

Pitter Patter Pitter Patter

The sound of raindrops hitting the stone floors of the rooftop and cold water hitting onto his face woke Allen up.

Groggily he sat up before registering that he'd fallen asleep on the rooftop and completely soaked in rainwater, he thought, 'Gosh, I must have been more tired than I thought I was.'

"Baka Moyashi, you're going to catch a cold if you continue to sleep in the rain," A familiar voice rang from the shadows.

"It's ALLEN, BaKanda! And, are you… Showing concern?"

"Che, we have a mission tomorrow and I don't want to drag along a sick Moyashi. Then again, you will be a hindrance either way."

"And for once I thought you were going to be nice. Guess I was wrong."

"Tch, you're ALWAYS wrong."

"I AM NOT!"

Just then, the rain stopped. After a heavy rain, the skies cleared and there was not a cloud in sight in the night sky. Stars could be seen everywhere, shining clearly and brightly.

Allen was completely mesmerized, forgetting about the stoic samurai, still standing in the door way. And then, he sneezed.

'Oh, great. The Baka Moyashi caught the damn cold.'

Rolling his eyes he moved over to where said Moyashi was sitting and wrapped his own coat around the shivering figure while settling down beside him.

Allen looked up in disbelief while the samurai looked away, probably embarrassed. Then the parasitic-type took this opportunity to move closer and lay his head on the older male's shoulder, while inhaling the sweet scent of soba, green tea and lotuses from the samurai's coat.

Feeling a head resting on his shoulder, Kanda tensed up and whipped his head around wanting to glare at the person who had dared to do that. But seeing the angelic face of the boy staring up into the starry night sky, he just suddenly lost the will to do anything but wrap his arm around the smaller male and resting his own head atop the silver-haired.

And then he decided, maybe having that stupid feeling wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N: And there you have it. My entry for Day One of Yullen Week! Hope you guys enjoyed it and it wasn't too crappy! There are still six more days, so please look forward to it!

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