Author's Note:

So... This is technically more implied than full out Yullen but it's pretty close and, well, I'm a Yullen fangirl. So, this is a warning for those who are anti-Yullen (Kanda-Allen) that this'll be pushing it but feel free to read at your own risk. My disclaimer is on my profile as well as more info on my stories; the italics at the beginning are a little bit of poetry, and, on with the drabble.

Hold me close
Catch my tears
Clutch me tighter
Before I dissapear

Allen's hands clenched at Kanda's chest, shoulders, hair, wrists. His body convulsed wildly as he tried to crush his body against Kanda's torso, curling up in the fetal position. Kanda continued to sit, unmoving, as if he was still meditating. Allen shuddered in Kanda's lap, crying out, tears running down his face unrestrained. He clutched at Kanda, his lifeline, his link to reality. He would not give in to the Fourteenth; he would not become a Noah. The world was spinning out of control. Nothing existed but Allen clutching to Kanda, the darkness trying to drag him away, and that light tied to the samurai, just beyond.

This struggle would drive Allen insane, this struggle would kill him. He thanked the fact that the room was empty, that only Kanda would see him like this. Allen was supposed to be strong and he would maintain that facade around others, but when Kanda was the only one around he would have the strength for both of them and Allen could clutch and cry and scream. Kanda wouldn't taunt him for this, he would maintain silence. He would not shove Allen away, but neither would he hold him or reach out to touch.

Kanda was simply a stiff, silent, immobile rock right beyond the border between the sea of darkness clutching at Allen's legs, and the tangible, real, land of the world. Kanda was the one who Allen could cling to as the Noah in his head tried to drag him out. Kanda wasn't like the laughing, fleeting, friends at the shore, with their own pasts haunting them and pulling them away. When Allen laughed, smiled, forgot, always one hand was resting on Kanda in case the shallows let loose a tsunami to sweep Allen away.

Kanda's past would not make him leave. And when his past pounded and ground at him, threatening to make him crumble, Allen's clutching arms kept him together, kept him from cracking, shattering, dissolving into the wind. When memories of Alma, the experiments that created them, and the fleeting bits of a past life clawed savagely at the grounded Kanda, trying to drag him up into savage oblivion, Allen's grasp held him down.

Together the two sat where the ocean met the land, and the land met the sky. Together they could not be moved nor fall apart. Together they could watch, unattached as those on the beach struggled and recovered. Together they would remain perpetually stuck between darkness, despair, death, and life with everyone else. Together they could, they would survive.