Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-man

The first time they'd met, it had been purely by coincidence.

As the Black Order Industries' leading businessman, it was only right for the company to send him, Yu Kanda, on a trip overseas to seal a deal with another business tycoon, the Noah Corps. Both corporations were highly recognized for the quality and effectiveness of their merchandise, but where as the Order specialized in the field of clothing and fashion, the Noah had hotel branches present in almost every city around the world.

The Order had been trying to strike a deal with the Noah for over a year now, and since the corporations CEO finally decided to listen to their proposal, the Order did not waste any time and sent the young twenty-four year old businessman on a private plane straight to the city housing Noah Corps' main branch.

Yu Kanda had only been in the business for a little over two years, having graduated earlier for being a top student. But during this short span of time, he had shown promise in the skills necessary for his field of expertise.

With such qualities, he was the only one sent to the unfamiliar city to finish off the deal, and as he reached the front doorsteps of Noah's Ark Grand Hotel to get settled for the evening before his official start of business the next day, this is where the story begins.

MORE THAN ONE OCCATION

a Yullen Fanfiction

The sliding glass door of the Noah's Ark Grand Hotel was spotless. It slid smoothly to the side the moment his shoes hit the floor a foot away from the entrance, and the bellboy to the side didn't waste time and greeted him a good evening. Kanda merely walked in, acknowledging the greeting with a small grunt before proceeding to the reception hall of the lobby, glancing around discreetly and familiarizing himself with his surroundings. His lips twitched upright.

Noah's Ark was definitely worth its title.

Marble floors that where polished to perfection, color schemes that brought the whole place to life. A crystal chandelier that hung right on the middle of the oval shaped lobby and the clear glass ceiling giving a perfect view of the moon. It was truly a remarkable sight and the relaxing ambience was only doing Kanda some good, as it took away a bit of the irritation he felt for being sent here on such short notice. It made him feel like he was going on vacation rather than to work, though he didn't allow the idea to get the better of him, letting the thought pass the moment he reached the information desk.

"I'd like to check on my reservation please." Kanda said in his deep and smooth voice, startling the woman behind the desk who quickly looked up at him and blushed. He ended up mentally rolled his eyes knowing that the blush was because of something more than just plane embarrassment.

Kanda wasn't the type of person who liked to praise himself, but a lot of his colleagues - mostly women - had more than subtly hinted that he was quite the eye catcher. His long ebony locks which he wore in a low ponytail, his deep sapphire eyes, the well-toned build he had hidden beneath his crisp black business suit and the uniqueness that came with his Japanese heritage caused quite a lot of similar reactions. Not even his calm and cold exterior seemed to dissuade people from being attracted to him, and he found it rather irritating. He still did now.

"W-Welcome to Noah's Ark sir! M-May I take your ID to validate your reservation please." The woman said, the crimson of her cheeks darkening as she looked down at her desk but kept steeling glances.

Tch. Typical, Kanda thought, though other than the few small twitches of his right eye, no other expression passed by his face as he fluidly took out his wallet and extracted his ID. He could visibly see the receptionist's hands shaking as she took the card and started to punch numbers into the keyboard and scanned the screen.

A moment later, the woman's face brightened as she returned his ID. "Once again, welcome to Noah's Ark Mr. Kanda. The suite Sir Earl has reserved for you has already been prepared. Your luggage will be sent to your room in a minute and if you ever need any form of assistance, you are welcome to call us by the phone. Enjoy your stay!" The receptionist said handing him a key and directed him to the waiting man who was going to lead him to his room. Kanda muttered his thanks and followed.

The trip up to his assigned suite was calm and quiet. There was no unnecessary noise from anywhere and Kanda found himself closing his eyes while they waited for the elevator to reach the 8th floor. For once he was glad that the supervisor of the Order took the Earls offer to take care of his accommodations while he was staying in the city. He was supposed to be staying on another five star hotel a few blocks away from the Black Orders building, but the Earl had insisted upon him staying in the Ark Hotel, saying something along the lines of his business being here anyway. Now he knew how much of a good choice it was.

Kanda opened his eyes as soon as he heard a small ding, indicating they'd already reached their intended floor. He just silently followed the man before him until they finally stopped in front of his suite that was indicated by the numbers 809 printed above the finely polished maroon door carved in an intricate design with golden linings.

The small bow the bellboy gave him made him turn, and the man gave him a big welcoming smile and gave a happy "Please enjoy your stay!" before giving him the keys and leaving.

With that, Kanda turned to his door and slid the key inside, opening it to reveal a beautifully furnished room complete with its own living room, kitchen, dining room, bed room, and it's in built Jacuzzi. Kanda just sighed and took of his coat, hanging it by a chair he passed by when he made his way over to the curtained glass window. Lifting a hand, he pushed aside the draping and glanced out at the sparkling lights the city gave. He paused to enjoy the scenery the peaceful atmosphere gave him.

The trip he had taken earlier that day had really taken its tall. Everything about it had been rushed, and most of his suits that had been sent for washing had to be delivered here straight from the laundry shop. He may have kept his cool all the way here, but he was actually quite irritated. Kanda was going to make sure the supervisor would get an earful once he was back, but for now, he was just going to silently brood on it until he was calm enough to meditate without any distractions.

Turning away from the peaceful scene, he plopped down on the nearest couch and let out a heavy sigh, massaging his temples and loosening the tie around his collar.

Kanda had heard a lot of rumors about the Earl before, and judging by the way those rumors went; he just knew his job wasn't going to be accomplished so easy. It was probably going to take a while. A month at least, before he'd be able to successfully seal this deal.

Tch. Expect Komui to give me all the dirty work, he thought, and lazily looked around the room. It was only then that he realized that his luggage was already neatly piled by the corner behind another arm chair.

That was fast. He sat up and sauntered over to make sure that everything was there and raised a brow when he saw all his things and more. There was another pile neatly placed on the arm chair in the form of clean plastic bags with black and yellow Ajax signs printed in the front. Taking the first bag, Kanda was just about to open the seal when he heard his doorbell ring. The hand that was grasping onto the bag twitched and he paused for a few seconds to see if the doorbell was going to ring again.

It did, this time more insistently and Kanda sighed in irritation, bag still in hand as he checked his wrist for the time.

It was already 10:49 pm. He cursed, muttering something about what type of person disturbed others this late in the evening and opened the door with more force that necessary.

What he saw outside the door made him do a double take.

At first Kanda had thought the person panting in front of him was an old man, seeing that he had stark white hair. Whoever he was, was currently supporting himself on his knees with his head facing the ground. The orange jumpsuit the man was wearing made him scrunch his eyes in distaste and he was just about to snap out a rather rude remark when the supposed old man looked up and met him straight in the eye.

Sparkling gray eyes, chubby cheeks, pale complexion, a weird scar on the left side of his face…Kanda looked down. Short and scrawny…the person with old man hair standing before him was definitely not an old man. Far from it actually. He was more of a kid. A kid that looked more like a…a…

"Moyashi…" He said, though Kanda hadn't been aware he had voiced it out loud. The kid in turn, just blinked confusedly up at him.

"Er…Come again?" He said.

What ever Kanda was thinking up to that point was quickly set aside and instead of giving an answer, he instead gave the kid a cold glare and asked him his own question.

"What the hell do you want?" He said.

Taken aback by the cold response, the shorter boy took a step back and had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Um, I-I just came to ask…sir. That bag…" The kid trailed of as he pointed a finger at the plastic bag Kanda was clutching with a hand. Kanda spared it a look, and when the boy did not continue his question, he sighed, irritated, and asked with a bit more venom in his voice.

"What about it?" He said. The boy shifted and a slight ting of pink dusted his cheeks.

"Do you…happen to have four others with it?" He asked and Kanda crossed his arm getting even more impatient.

"If this is a stupid game of twenty questions, get out before I snap and call the cops." Kanda said and moved to close the door. A look of alarm crossed the kids face who quickly stuck a foot to prevent the door from closing.

"N-no wait!" The kid cried in distress before finally getting on with his purpose. "I'm from the dry cleaning agency that delivered those bags sir. There has been a slight disruption in the service and they sent me here to retrieve the wrongly delivery…articles of…clothing…" The kid finished rather uneasily. Kanda merely rolled his eyes and released the door, allowing it to swing wider.

"How would you know it was the wrong delivery?" Kanda said causing the light ting of pink on the boys cheek to darken substantially. When again no immediate answer came, Kanda sighed and grabbed the plastic bag with both hands.

"Tch, fine. Don't talk. I'll just have to see it for myself." At that, the kids head snapped upwards with an audible squeak and after pausing for a second, the look of embarrassment left his face, quickly replaced by a look of horror before the kid suddenly lunged forward and tackled Kanda to the ground.

The action had been so unexpected that Kanda didn't have time at all to react, stumbling before landing on the ground with a loud thud. He snapped.

"Get the hell off of me you fucking Moyashi!" He shouted, shoving the teen on top of him who was reaching for the bag in his hand that was way out of the others reach.

"I'll do that as soon as I get the bag, now please hand it over!" The brat retorted.

For a few minutes Kanda continued shoving and the kid continued to reach for the bag. It was not until the kids hand took a firm grip on the bag the same time Kanda did a particularly nasty shove that both froze in mid action as the sound of ripping reached both their ears.

The contents of the plastic bag spilled between them, revealing a clean and nicely ironed black suit…or at least it was clean until it hit the ground. The kid palmed his face with an audible smack. Kanda on the other hand, saw red.

"You…" He hissed, standing up and cracking his knuckles. The kid immediately scrambled away and glued himself to the wall beside the door, waving his hands frantically in front of him.

"I-I…"The kid gulped. "I can explain-"

"How do I know you're not just some punk trying to steel away some customers' things?" Kanda smirked and took a step closer to the boy who just spluttered in reply.

"T-that's impossible sir! This is the Noah's Ark Grand Hotel! Their security here is top notch, and besides," The kid said and hurriedly took out something from his pocked, then flashed it in front of Kanda's face. "They gave me this!" He said, shaking in fright.

The raven haired businessman grabbed the object from the others hand making him flinch, though Kanda simply ignored him as he brought what looked like a card in front of his face.

It was just a number that read 809. Flipping it over, he felt his eyes twitch again in irritation and he threw the card back to the boys waiting hands who just blinked at him in confusion.

"Look at the back you idiot." He snarled. The kid complied hastily and turned the object around. After a few seconds, he flipped it back over with a disbelieving look, then turned completely red as he tried to hide his face by looking down and slowly, ever so slowly turned the card upside down.

"Good. Now tell me, what. Do. You. Read?" Kanda pressed through gritted teeth, though he was still smirking.

"S…six o eight…sir…" the kid muttered, his face changing a shade darker if that was even possible.

"There you have it…idiot." Kanda said and stormed back inside.

When he reached for the door and slammed it close, only to find it bouncing back, he turned on his heel and was just about ready to bash some sense into the kid, when the only thing he saw was a red face and white hair.

"Your suit. I got it dirty, so as an apology, I'd like to take it back to the cleaner, free of charge. Someone else will be delivering it back here at around ten…Also…" The kid said and reached down to his back pocket, flashing another card at Kanda's face. "If you want any other dry cleaning services, you can just contact us at the shop and we'll do the rest." He finished with a very twitchy smile before disappearing altogether.

Kanda just stood there, rooted to his doorway, dumbstruck. His eye was still twitching ever so often and he was still very visibly itching to strangle something.

In the end the only thing he did was slam his door as hard as he could and slump over to the floor with a tired sigh. Combing his hand through his face, he remembered the card still in his hand and gave it a lazy glance.

What he saw was a bunch of titles and numbers along with their same black and yellow Ajax sign. And at the very bottom of the card the words "Hi, Allen Walker at your service!" was written in plane black ink.

Rolling his eyes, he got up and threw the card at a random direction and walked straight to the bedroom. After everything that happened, he was itching for the warm bath.

He allowed the stress of the events to rinse away along with the water that ran down the drain. It wasn't like he was going to see the stupid little idiot any...

Or so he thought.

TBC

Authors Note: Okay, let me start here. This story was supposed to be a one-shot, but as I was working on the second scene, I notice how long it's already become (1,000 words per scene is already a lot for me) when I have only reached half of what I intend to write.

Now I post the first part of the story and will allow the readers to choose. I'll be making a poll for this since I don't think reviews are meant for voting and stuff. The choices will be:

One: Whether I continue posting the fic in separate chapters, though the format of the story will still be as if the whole thing was just a one-shot;

Or

Two: Finish the fic as a whole and post it as the one shot it was supposed to be.

If one has more votes by the end of the week, the second scene will be out by then, but if two has more votes, it will be a while before I'll be able to finish the entire fic. It's really just up to the readers to decide, so go to my profile and vote if you find the story interesting enough.

Oh, and by the way, how was it?