Everyone turned to stare at them as they walked down the hall, not even bothering to hide their lips behind their hands. Even if they did put up a hand for so called "secrecy", it would take a blind man not to know that their lips were quivering with the speed at which they moved, gossiping to one another about the unusual couple. You would think that after three months, everyone would have gotten used to the sight of the raven haired male and his silverette partner walking hand in hand to their lockers in the morning, but yet they continued to stare as if they were aliens invading from another planet.

The taller of the two, the one known for his sharp tongue and heated temper, let out a low growl as one particular comment reached his ears.

"I have no idea why Kanda would go out with someone like that ….thing" The vile voice whispered snidely, "If I were him, I would have killed his ugly ass within minutes."

Of course it was Sydney – it was always Sydney. Sydney who could make that one comment that got under his skin, who could be heard loud and clear over the other comments floating in the air like a lingering note at the end of a symphony. It was her that could make him murderous in a split second, her that could get his blood boiling and anger flowing faster than the Usagi. Only she could ruin his perfect- or as close to it has he could get – mood as he strode down the hallway with the man he loved.

The short, silver headed boy next to him heard the offending sound and squeezed his hand tightly, trying to convey in that second that everything was fine, that it didn't bother him at all. He was also trying to tell him to calm his tits, but that was a little harder to get across in as simple a gesture as that.

The silent message was received, and the older male tried his hardest to let it going, closing his eyes and taking deep, consoling breaths to calm his racing pulse. He hated it when people talked badly of his lover, looking down on him like he was a piece of chewed gum that was stuck on the bottom of their shoe. When they couldn't scrape him off, they decided to ridicule him until he would break down and cry. But he never did cry, the elder boy thought with a smile. He never once let their words get to him, and for that, he was glad. If he had seen so much as a shadow of hurt cross his mates face for just a moment, he would have gone on a rampage.

You don't mess with his Moyashi.

He didn't care what people thought of him; is hair, his mood swings, the way he was always cold, harsh, and rude unless around that certain someone. All he cared about was him. Say what you want about him, but if you mess with the Moyashi, you better run like hell.

The pair strode purposefully through the crowd, watching with silent amusement as they all parted like Moses had descended from the hills and split the sea. When they reached his locker, Kanda stepped behind him as he turned the dial on his lock, swinging it open and extracting the necessary books. Kanda wound his strong arms around his waist, pulling him flush against his stomach and attacking his neck with hungry kisses.

The boy wrapped up in his arms let out a moan as Kanda bit his neck in just the right spot to make him shiver where he stood, then continued to torture him as he violently licked the same spot, causing another moan to escape his lips. Turning around slowly, he came eye to eye with his lovers cobalt blue eyes. He smiled widely, knowing that he would only get a smirk or a slight upraise of the left corner of his mouth in return, but not caring all the same.

Slowly, the short teenager went up on tiptoes so as to his arms around Kanda's neck, pulling the male down closer to his height. Slowly, he leaned in, closing his eyes as he inched closer and closer, knowing he was drawing out the moment; and that soon Kanda would grow impatient and forced their lips to meet. He drew out the meeting of lips until Kanda let out a loud growl and shoved his lips onto the smaller male.

Instantly, fireworks danced in both their visions, and sparks were making their lips tingle. It was like this every time they kissed; they felt like they were finally complete, like they had found the missing part of themselves. When they kissed, everything felt so right, even when in reality things were so, so wrong. Just as Kanda ran his tongue across the boys bottom lip, begging for entrance, a certain annoying as hell voice came crashing into their quickly escalating moment.

"Yuuuuuuu!" said the owner of said annoying as hell voice, "Don't you two know that it's too early in the morning for such PDA? Think of the children! Think of ME! My poor, innocent eyes. The light, it burns." Lavi squealed, covering his eyes and falling dramatically to the ground as the pair ripped themselves out of their heated embrace to stare at the balling idiot that had sprawled himself out on the floor.

"Good morning Lenalee," the silverette said, turning to the beautiful Chinese girl that had accompanied the now cowering redhead on the floor. Kanda was standing over him, brandishing his sword with expert like precision. Lavi quickly scooted backwards before popping up quickly, turning and sprinting in the opposite direction of his first class in order to escape the sword welding samurai chasing after him.

"Yuuuu!" Lavi cackled, still trying to egg Kanda on even as he was facing imminent doom. "Does this mean you didn't get to stick your dick in Allen's-"

"Lavi!" Kanda bellowed; his face heating quickly as a rare blush stole across his face.

Lavi laughed maniacally before sprinting for his life out the front doors of the school, Kanda right behind him, intent on inflicting severe pain.

"Good morning Allen," the Chinese teen responded thoughtfully, "It's a nice day, isn't it?"

"Yeah.." Allen responded, trailing off at the end as he realized that for once, it was a good day. In fact, everyday for the past three months had been a good day. All thanks to Kanda. Just the thought of his violent boyfriend made him smile and blush, thinking of all the time they had spent talking and um…not talking.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

It wasn't until Allen opened his Math textbook that he saw the note crammed inside.

On the page, written in a horrifyingly familiar script, was a message that made Allen's stomach churn with nausea:

I told you you couldn't hide from me forever. Come out come out wherever you are Allen. It's time to play hide and seek, and I've already found you. Watch out.