Disclaimer: Nous ne possédons pas de D. Gray Man. Merci. (We do not own D. Gray Man. Thank you. And don't worry, the rest of this fanfic will be in English.)
Aimee's rant : I am personally a Kanda/Allen fan. 100%, to be exact. However, in those rare moments when I want Kanda to be an uke, I instantly become a Cross/Kanda fan. However, to my displeasure, I've come to only find disturbing S&M fics that make me want to erase my brain. Or ridiculous one-shots that aren't really full of love at all. That is why I came up with this story, so that I could show you the adorableness of Cross/Kanda slash! If any of you do not want to read this story, just don't read. Simple. But for those of you who do feel the pain inside thy breast, like a dirk in your heart, please enjoy.
Cross sat glumly on the soft armchair, mumbling about his new young charge. The boy – Kanda – was only six years old, thus he was a lot to handle. In annoyance, he grumbled about the fact that he was now practically his babysitter. He wondered what could have been going through that old man Tiedoll's head to make someone as amazing as Cross watch this snot-nosed brat. He took a sip of his Chardonnay; quite a tasty bribe, he mused.
He looked at the boy sitting across from him and giggled to himself.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked cheekily.
"I'm laughing at the face that, even though you're a boy, you wear your hair like a girl's," he chortled, staring at the child with the dark hair. His eyes, a deep lapis-lazuli, and his face always seemed to have a permanent scowl, though he was still so young.
"Well, your hair is just as long," the child said, his scowl deepening.
He scoffed. "I'm a man, there's a difference." He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his chin up, shaking his long locks of red hair. "Now, go take your bath, little boy."
"Tchh…" He left, not wanting to fight back in fear of the emotional outbreak that would result from his general/father.
After a few minutes of gazing listlessly at the wall, thinking of who-knows-what, he heard a crash come from the bathroom. Oh great, he thought. What was that little brat doing now? Reluctantly, he left his wine to go check on his small charge.
He abrasively knocked on the wooden door. "What was that!"
No response.
"Oi, punk! What's going on in there?"
Once again, silence was his answer.
Debating whether or not to just leave and continue drinking his lovely alcohol, he thought of Tiedoll. Not wanting to deal with the old geezer, he just barged right in there.
There, by the tub, was a dripping wet Kanda, probably having fallen out of the tub. Toiletries were strewn across the floor. The child stared back at him with frightened, yet enraged, eyes.
"What the fuck happ—"
And then that's when he noticed.
"…."
"…"
A tremendous amount of time passed before Cross shouted: "…. You're a girl?"
To be continued…
Jen: Hello world! This is Jen, the girl who wrote this fanfiction. (Please note that I am not a D. Gray Man fan… I'm just a writer. ^^; )
Aimee: Hi! I AM a D. Gray Man fan! My name is Aimee, the girl who thought up this story! Please review about how you feel about this story.
Jen: And any errors you wish to point out! :3
Aimee: And in the next author's note, you get to meet my evil twin, Lucus!