A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first ever d gray man fanfic. A few things before reading:

First, thanks for viewing this story. This is my first ever fanfic so I probably am not that good of a writer.

Second, this is an AU in modern times. Kanda is a surgeon/doctor thingy and he's 24. Lavi will be the same age. Allen and Lenalee come in later.

Third, this is a KandaXLavi fanfic. I don't know why, but I love this pairing because with all the name calling and fake death threats, they're pretty close. If you don't like this pairing or dislike yaoi, then you probably should click the back button.

Warnings: Mentions of rape. Vulgar language, courtesy of Kanda, of course. Yaoi, boyXboy. I think that's about it, but ratings may change.

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: Imbroglio

Today was not Kanda's day.

Actually, there really was no day that was Kanda's day. He was either pissed or murderous or both each day.

But anyway, there should be. Maybe like Universal Soba Day. Or maybe Universal Kill-Whoever-You-Want Day. Uh, probably not the previous one.

Still, today was not Kanda's day, and just more so than usual days.

Why? The alarm clock had been set an hour too early, and the fucking thing almost blasted his ear drums off at 5:00 A.M. He woke up at six every day, doesn't the damn clock already know its shit by now?

Obviously not, it was an alarm clock, for Christ's sake. Actually not for Christ's sake. His stupid foster father Tiedoll was the Catholic one. For the alarm clock's sake. And whoever was walking outside in the morning at five. Because Kanda had just chucked the fucking clock outside from his apartment on the third floor. And the loud yelp and crash of metal told him that someone definitely got hit.

Whatever. It was the guy's fault for walking around so damn early and the clock's fault for waking him up from his important hours of resting his brain and body. Sleep deprivation and deficiency affected both mental and physical health; it was the main cause for many accidents. He would know that of all people, he was a doctor.

Ha. Doctor and Kanda just don't go together. Really, it was hard to put him and saving people together. But being a doctor didn't require being kind. It was just prescribing shit and cutting people up. Cutting people up was okay. And though college plus medical school took around eight years, with an additional three or so years of residency and crap, here he was, a professional surgeon at age 24, finishing the whole course in seven years instead of the usual eleven. Who stayed and took orders from stupid people for eleven years?

And now, thanks to that damn alarm clock, he was missing out on sleep, needed to buy a new alarm clock, had to get out of bed, and he was pissed. It was almost impossible for him to fall asleep after waking up. So what could he do right now at five o'clock huh? He stumbled out of his bed and headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Hot water was for the weak and unmanly. Along with several benefits for taking cold water showers, like freshening him up in the morning. In Ancient Rome, people took cold water showers since hot water was rarely available, and in Finland, people dunk themselves in ice water all the time.

(But that's not the point, Lenalee and Allen had said. Warm water was available so just use it, in which Kanda instantly replied, no wonder why they mistake the Moyashi for a girl, taking warm water showers like unmanly people. Lenalee should have dated a real man, he said. She had promptly smashed his head with a clipboard and made him apologize.) Shampooing and conditioning his hair, Kanda dried his long, silky locks with a immaculate, clean white towel after he got out.

Everything in his apartment was immaculate and in perfect order. Kanda lived his life in routine, and thanks to that damn alarm clock, his routine got messed up. Slipping on black tank top and a pair of black jogging pants, he walked to the kitchen where he drank a cup of warm tea. He'd eat later, after a quick jog. There wasn't anything better to do anyway.

Kanda pulled on a black hoodie- can you guess his favorite color? Yeah, it's black- and headed out. Outside, the air was crisp and cool with its usual morning dewiness. The sun hadn't even come out completely yet, so the sky was still slightly bluish gray, dotted with tiny specks of stars. He could see only one or two pedestrians strolling around; they were probably up for exercise like he was. Like he wasn't. He was woken up by the stupid clock (he could still see its jagged metal and plastic remains on the sidewalk. He smirked cruelly to himself. Yes. The clock deserved that.)

Taking a deep breath, Kanda began a steady jog. His long ponytail swished side-by-side as he ran down the silent side walk. Turning to the left, he made his way to the park. It really wasn't a park, more like a few acre of land with deciduous trees, dirt paths, and wild flowers.

Since there wasn't really anything there, no one went to the woody area. There were no play structures, no benches, hell there weren't even any real paths. It was just dirt. The woods stood alone and were left alone. The blandness and emptiness of it kept it that way. But if you delved a little deeper into that forest, it was beautiful and mysterious.

Kanda liked it that way. It was his sanctuary. He'd bring hell upon whoever entered that forest without his permission, because by now, probably everyone learned two things: the woods were Kanda's territory, and you should not ever, never mess with Kanda. He might just take you as something used for training with Mugen and slice you up in a heart beat. At least you wouldn't feel pain though. Or he might be extra pissed and skin you alive with his scalpel. Ah, how his empty threats and glares kept the people away.

And because no one was there, it was silent and peaceful, no annoying people, no annoying children, no annoying babies, and no annoying people. Did he say that twice? He meant it. Kanda while running, continued ranting in his mind about how the day fucking sucked and how the alarm clock was damn stupid,

until. . .

"SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK! FREAKIN' SON OF A BITCH!" Thousands of profanities tumbled out of Kanda's mouth. Some shit object had almost tripped him!

Almost tripped him. Kanda didn't do tripping. He was much too collected for that. Whipping his head around angrily, Kanda prepared to obliterate, destroy, eradicate, stab, mutilate whatever had tripped him.

Instead, he found himself facing a body.

Oh God.

Just. What. The. Fuck. Was. Going. On Today.

Kanda's doctoring instincts immediately kicked in and he bent down quickly to check the pulse and temperature of whoever it was on the ground. The body was covered by a large, white, silk sheet, with only the arms and legs exposed. It was as if the person had literally yanked a bedspread off of a bed and was walking around in it. At any rate, the pulse was slow and weak, and the hands were freezing. If discovered any later, the body would have shut down and whoever underneath would have died.

Once discovering that the person was still alive, Kanda was quite curious to know who was under it. How bad could taking a peek be? First of all, Kanda did have the right to see since he had saved whoever it was's poor soul. Second, he was a doctor. There weren't many signs of blood, and it seemed alright to take a peek. The man would never know. Plus, he had seen enough blood and gore with his profession. If it was bad, he certainly wouldn't mind. With a quick swish and pull, Kanda yanked the silk sheet off.

He stared, for a full ten seconds.

The view before him astonished Kanda, because Kanda had never seen anything that heavenly and mystical.

In the soft morning light, the person lying down gave off a mysterious glow in the field of scarlet spider lilies. It matched perfectly with his bright, free, crimson hair, which shone brightly among the large red blossoms. He lay on his side and his legs were slightly curled up with his arms held close to his chest. The person had his eyes closed, but a trail of blood from his right eye slid down his pale face. He was wearing a white long-sleeved silk dress shirt that was so large it went to his upper thighs, but it gave off an angelic effect.

Of course, Kanda would never admit that to himself, but for that moment, he was completely entranced.

Kanda squatted down to examine the man's features. He seemed no older than Kanda, with slightly boyish but handsome features. The blood running down from his eye seemed to have dried, but Kanda could notice the grayish purple circles under the man's eyes. Deep black and blue bruises circled the think wrists of the young man, chaffed and raw as if they were rubbed harshly against ropes. One of the wrists even seemed to be snapped. Kanda lifted the shirt up to search for any other injuries. More bruises, including slightly bleeding bite marks, covered the pale skin of his well-sculpted chest and abdominal area. There were marks in the size of finger prints across his long, slim thighs. He didn't seem to be wearing any pants or shorts as well.

Kanda came to one conclusion. According to where the bruises were placed and his logical deductions, this red-haired man had obviously been raped. And Kanda had been made to do surgeries and operations for incidents like this before. He was used to it with his profession as a doctor. So why did this twisted scene of a pale, bruised, bloodied body placed before him look so wrong?

Maybe it was because the way the young man was laid out. How it looked like a picture. How he did not look like he was on the verge of tipping over into the welcoming hands of death. How he looked so peaceful and at ease, like nothing had happened.

But it would change when he woke up. Everything would change when he woke up.

Whoever it was could have lived a normal life and become successful and happy. But whatever had happened that night would take away his world. He would now have to live with the tribulation of the incident forever, scarring him forever. Death would be better, wouldn't it?

It looked like a twisted, cruel tragedy of a short, incomplete life laid before him. So morose and so bittersweet.

It looked like he had been left there to die.

And wouldn't that have been better?

Kanda covered the red head, whose breathing was dimming gradually, up again with the silk bed sheet. He began to turn away. 'If he woke up, he wouldn't want to live anyway. Better than to go through the trouble of saving him. Tch, didn't seem like it was the only time he was raped either,' Kanda told himself.

And he walked away, leaving the man lying in the field of scarlet spider lilies.

Seventeen steps later, he stopped. Took a look behind him. The body was still there. What did he think? The body would run away? Continued walking.

Five steps later, he stopped again. Turned to take a look behind him. Body still there. Why did he stop? The body would get up and plead for a chance in survival? Continued walking.

He took two steps forward. Stopped and turned around completely. And sprinted the twenty-four steps back. . .

Where he found himself staring at the boy's face again. Then he wrapped the boy up tightly, slipped his arms under the bundle, and carried him away, back along his retraced steps.

Just. What. The. Fuck. Was. Going. On Today.

Kanda Yuu had involuntarily saved a person. Without asking for pay. Without someone asking him to do it. Hell, he probably wouldn't even do it if someone asked. Why was that? Why was that body able to move him so emotionally? Maybe it was that he would live with a guilty conscience knowing that he was able to have saved the boy but allowed him to die? Maybe was it that he wanted to take a chance at saving the person and help?

As he headed out the woods back to his apartment building, Kanda continued asking himself what had made him pick up the body. Kanda didn't know what the fuck it was. It was 5:45 in the morning. He tripped on a body in the middle of the road. He was sleepy and completely pissed off. He didn't want to be in trouble with the police if something happened. He wasn't thinking straight. He was carrying a body down the road in the morning.

And because it was so early in the morning, there was nothing else to do but to blame it on the time.

He didn't think it would be anything else.

A/N: Thank you for reading the first chapter! And yes, it is possible to become a complete, recognized doctor at 24. I know a friend whose friend got a college degree at 18 since he had already finished all the courses in highschoool, and became a doctor in 5 years since he was really smart. So lucky to be so smart...but it seemed possible for Kanda 'cuz he's that kind of hardworking determined impatient people.

Sorry if I cuss a lot in the story, but Kanda just seems to be overfilling with curses.

Thx for reading, and please drop a review, follow, or anything!