A/N: Nope, sadly I don't own D.Gray-Man :( Story contains character death - you've been warned. Also it's my first Yullen fick ever so... constructive criticism appreciated :)
There was only one figure sitting in front of a fireplace. Flames sparkling like a snake on slivers gently lit up round-shouldered person – in orangeish glow pair of dark eyes seemed so empty and cold like two twin balls made of sapphire.
- What's wrong with him? – red-head hidden behind slightly parted door almost jumped when he heard silent whisper right next to his ear.
- You scared me Lenalee – the boy mumbled pressing his hand over his racing heart.
- Yuu's been sitting here since he left the chapel. He's not moving nor speaking…
The female exorcist furrowed her eyebrows deep in thought lightly leaning onto Lavi's shoulder.
- This death took its toll on everybody in the Order… - tears showed in the corners of her dull, violet eyes – Who thought that Kanda...
Long hair was cascading down his back and exorcist's coat clumsily thrown over his shoulders like a basaltish smudge. Neatly wrapped in bandages chest was rising and falling with each automatic breath, heart was beating in cool, calm rhythm. Many people thought that Yuu Kanda was inhuman walking block of ice, therefore he couldn't feel any pain – then when this tiny, sterile needle thrust into metaphorical stony insides came from? Images stubbornly didn't want to leave him in peace – even when he closed his eyes they seemed to be carved in the inner sides of his eyelids. Despite lively burning slivers in the fireplace he could still feel previous cold of sticking snow. Bitter smell of blood surrounded him and seemed to stick to his very own skin like a layer of filth. It was supposed to be a normal mission – Kanda didn't catch the moment when hell encircled them.
Sudden snow storm and flowing mass of opponents separated them. Then there were only short flashes of katana filled with Innocence, precise thrusts, brows furrowed with concentration – fusion of body and weapon into one.
Sudden scream which sharply ran with wind was vibrating, making him feel nauseous.
Laugh – cruel, muffled by falling snow. Voice which could belong to anyone.
One, short look was enough when he reached the fallen figure – exorcist was dying.
Crimson droplets painfully contrasted with the perfect whiteness, pearly glow of grey irises was slowly becoming dull steely shade.
- Moyashi? – dark-haired man's voice was strangely hoarse and rough.
- I feel… cold… - came silent answer.
Kanda's hands subconsciously almost mechanically lifted up the cursed boy, pressing him into taller man's chest.
Despite his strength and never-ending cheerfulness Walker surrounded by strong arms of the elder exorcist looked so small and fragile like a porcelain doll.
- Moyashi?
- My name's Allen, Ba-Kanda… when you'll remember this… - mumbled the white-haired boy.
He was getting weaker with each passing second – his eyelids started to fall down. On the shaky edge of consciousness he felt a pair of lips gently pressed to his forehead.
- Good night… Allen...
Sob mercilessly, convulsionssly shook his entire body. He was the only who heard vibrating crack capable of tearing apart one's chest.
Heart of walking block of ice called Yuu Kanda was broken.
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