A/N: My first D. Gray-man fic. Also, my first one-shot. Which reminds me- this is M-rated. AKA- sex, fondling, foreplay, and very severe language. AKAx2- the story of my life. I wouldn't recommend anyone under 16 reading this, but then again, I'm writing this and I'm 14. So that's the age limit. 14 or older. Just don't get me sued, because I have no money. J Okay so welcome to my KandaxOC fic. I started out writing this on my phone and someone read it without my permission- PARIS!- and told me to post it. So here goes….oh and by the way, I don't own D. Gray-Man, just Inés. Again, here goes...

She Tapped The Ice Heart Till It Shattered

Chapter One- He Hates That He Hates Her Not

He hated it. The fact that she could get under his skin without even trying…and then she had the nerve to try to dig herself even farther under. The worst part was- he didn't hate her for it…couldn't hate her. He was pissed at himself for ever letting her get that far under his skin. He'd have to vent anyways, if he even wanted to be in same room with her without fighting. They had a mission, and he couldn't jeopardize it. Any anger he had would be vented…through the Akuma in front of him. "Mugen, unsheathe," he uttered in a seething voice, running his fingers down his sword, the innocence tingling against his fingers as Mugen reacted. He pounced like a jungle cat on its unsuspecting prey. The Akuma didn't even put up a fight as his sword sliced clean through it, splitting it completely in half. It exploded. He was about re-sheath Mugen and look for a tree to punch over when he remembered- Akuma travel in packs. Where are the rest of them?

A pattering of feet and crunching leaves not far from where he was caught his ears. The sound was getting closer and closer- he saw something black move with lightning speed through the trees. He turned toward it, but it disappeared. He dared look behind him- nothing. Where the fu- warm breath reached his ear.

"BaKanda. Leaving your guard down. And on top of that- you're late to meet me." He whipped his head around and his personal demon was squatting facing him, her feet balancing on his sword. Her hood was up but he could see her face behind the shadow of it, in a coy smile- the smile he hated that he couldn't hate.

"Midget, get off my freaking sword." She just rolled her bright eyes and jumped down off the sword.

"Jeez Kanda, who spit in your soba? You didn't even play along." She pulled her hood down, her midnight blue hair piled in a bun held by a clip.

"Oh and Kandick, my name is Inés Darkcross- use it, abuse it my very stoic samurai." She straightened her jacket, her golem flapping its wings excitedly and jumped from her pocket, flying in circles around her head. The golem was personalized, a gift from her mentor and father figure- Cross. Its name was Zenkara, but Kanda just called it "it." "It" was silver with a red cross, its wings were black and jagged, and its tail was a dark ball of flame. She giggled and put out a finger for the golem to land on.

"You're finally awake Zen, 'bout time. You're so sleepy, I swear Cross keeps you drugged so he doesn't have to see me doing my job. Such an idiot. Oh hey Kandick, how many Akuma you get?" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in-between his thumb and forefinger. That over-bright voice of hers was really starting to piss him off- because he actually enjoyed listening to it.

"One. Let me guess, you got the rest of them? Why do you get all the fun, midget?" She stuck her tiny pink tongue out at him.

"Shut up BaKanda." He clenched his fists. "Ooh is my wittle Kanda angwy 'cuz he didn't get as many Akuma as he wanted?" He knew she was teasing, but he wanted to get his anger out- needed to. And she was strong.

"Shut the fuck up you weakling." He lunged at her and pinned her to a tree, Mugen barely lying against her pale neck. "It" got flustered and was flying in circles over their heads. She only smiled.

"Have you forgotten, my dear Kanda- that in this situation, I am in the better condition? Anger muddles sight no matter how strong the opponent," she whispered. She disappeared and suddenly she was behind him, and he was turned around facing her, backed into the same tree. Her hand was lightly around his neck, crushing just enough for him to know her hand was there and Mugen was hanging low on her hip. Her other hand had his shoulder pressed into the tree. She leaned up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.

"May I remind you Kanda, that I am not as weak as you believe. You know nothing about me- and no matter how hard you try and find out- You. Will. Never. Find. Out. Now if you'd like me to put you down, say my real name- that's all it will take. Or would you rather stay here with a pride-crazy monster with a hand around your throat?" he shivered. His heart stopped for a moment. 'Wait- I have a heart? Since when? Ah fuck- never mind,' he yelled at himself. She truly scared him sometimes- exactly like this time. She was darker than he was, darker than 3 of him put together. He could feel the evil aura emanating out of her and it made him shiver again. He grit his teeth as her hand clamped down harder over his windpipe. "In…é s," he growled out, his livid eyes meeting hers- they were blue like the sea, but were in unrest like a storm was ravaging them. Her eyes were crazy, and he wanted to shut his but he wouldn't let himself fall to her. She lightly set him down and turned in the opposite direction.

"Kanda, we're going. The village is this way." He walked after her quietly, rubbing his neck where her hand had been. He knew that if he was normal it would have bruised. But he wasn't normal.

It was silent for a while as the sun started to set, and storm clouds started to move in. Thunder lightly called in the distance, booming louder as they got closer. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to face him- well not really. Her body was facing him, but her gaze was locked on her feet.

"Kanda, listen… I'm fucked up- I get it. But you didn't need to see that. I never wanted you to hear me call myself a monster, or see me in that state. I…I…..dammit! fuck this! I'm sorry Kanda," But she said it fast so it sounded like 'I'msorrykanda.' She took a deep, shaky breath.

"And I know sorry ain't enough. I can do the mission alone if you want to return back to headquarters, or you can stay and send me back to resign if you will," she spoke in an emotionless voice. He was even angrier now. He knew she wouldn't listen to him, and he never really wanted to do this to her. He walked towards the motionless figure that was shaking like an abused puppy, and tilted her chin up, looking her in the eye. The hand that held her chin up disappeared and suddenly back-handed her face.

"An exorcist should never waste time apologizing. You stopped enemy threat from me- and disposing of enemy threat is our job. Now come on, we've wasted to much damn time already midget," he growled, secretly sorry for the red mark that appeared on her face. Her eyes seemed far away as she followed behind him obediently, like that same abused puppy and its abusive master. He led them out of the woods, though by the time they got to the road, it was pouring, and she was yawning, looking too tired to take one more step. But she'd never ask for help. So whether she wanted it or not, he was there. If she became a liability- he would leave her, but he didn't want to for some strange reason. He had to stop her before she became a liability.

"Midget, you're tired. I'll carry you the rest of the way," he spoke, walking towards her. She just backed up with her hands out in front of her, ready to push him back.

"N-No. You're even more tired and I can take care of myself." He didn't listen and picked her up, slinging her on his back so she sat piggy-back style on him. She struggled, but finally realized that all her energy was drained and her strength would never match his. She gave in, burying her face in his shoulder. He felt her breathing even out soon after- and that's how they were when the finder found them.

He ran forward, pulling his hood up.

"Mr. Kanda, Ms. Darkcross, my name is Tsuzuki and I'll be your...Is she all right?"

"Che. Of course she's all right. You think I'd be carrying her if she was dead? When a great warrior dies where they stand, you bury them there in honor. Now where are we staying?" The finder quit staring at the unconscious mass and snapped back to normal.

"Oh…yes sir. Right this way." He led them a little ways into the village and stopped in front of a large building with a faded inn sign that blew in the wind. He opened the door and Kanda walked in, about to go up to the counter that a middle-aged man sat at, reading a very thick book.

"Uh, Mr. Kanda… Chief Komui already booked your room. I have the key right here." He turned abruptly and took the key from the finder's hand, moving his other one to support the sleeping figure that was a dead-weight on his back. He looked at the tag on the key. Room 13. He walked up the stairs, following the signs that said where the rooms were, and walked down a hallway- watching numbers go by. This meant they were sharing a room. That was fine, as long as he could control his dreams. They'd shared a room before, it wouldn't be any different now. However, the stoic samurai did not think of one thing as he opened the door to room 13. The room was quite large, and in the middle sat one meant for one person bed. He brought his other hand back to catch his midget, before his hands slipped anymore and he seriously dropped her. That's it, he was killing Komui. He laid Inés on the bed and took his sword back, tip-toeing out of the room. The second the door was closed he rushed down the stairs and politely asked the inn-keeper where the fuck the phone was. He pointed to the hallway, saying it was halfway down it. He ran quickly and picked up the phone, dialing the number that he knew Komui would answer.

"Hello. This is Chief Komui Lee at your service." A growl emanated from Kanda's mouth.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? One room, one bed? I'm going to take Mugen and slice you into little fucking pieces Komui!" An 'eep' was heard from the other end, even though Kanda was way out in some little German town and he was back at HQ. Komui's voice got higher on the other end of the phone as he tried to protect himself.

"But if there a rumors about you and Inés together then you're one less evil man who can hurt my dear Lenalee!" Kanda growled.

"Komui- I don't want to fuck your sister! So how about you re-book my room. Okay?" Komui started yelling on the other end of the phone.

"Are you trying to say that my dear Lenalee is undesirable? My dear Lenalee is the prettiest most wonderful girl in the world- which is why she has to be protected from creepy, lecherous men such as yourself! How dare you say my Lena is undesirable! Do I have to send Lavi?" Kanda froze.

"You send the Baka Usagi and I'll murder you and dump your body in your precious sisters' bed!" Komui went silent.

"I'm terribly sorry Kanda but it appears all sales are final. Tomorrow I can readjust everything, but for now- you'll have to share a bed with Inés. I'm sure she doesn't bite Kanda. But anyway, I have some important…uh….paperwork to do so bye!" He hung up. The fucking bastard hung up on him. He tried to put the phone back without throwing it, but his anger got the best of him and he slammed it into the wall a few times, then hung it up. He walked back upstairs, his fists clenched- trying to slow his anger. He would just have to suck it up. It was like he was afraid of sleeping in the same bed as her- but Kanda Yuu was never afraid. She couldn't scare him- wouldn't scare him. He sighed and opened the door, only to be assaulted with a scream. You see- Inés had woken up, and decided to get dressed for bed when Kanda opened the door. So there she was, half-naked, with a very frozen to the floor Kanda whose eyes were not under his control.

"Um…I'm sorry. I'll…um…just be leaving now." He pushed himself back out the door and closed it. He leaned back against the wall and tried to clear his head. But every time he closed his eyes- he saw her shirtless. Her arms attempted, but failed miserably to cover two mounds that seemed just a little too big for her petite frame- not that he minded. And they definitely didn't hide any other part of her body either. He never knew she had a belly-button ring, but he liked it. He liked everything about that picture, and he hated that he liked it. And his little friend was not helping. The second he walked in that room, someone decided to join the party. He had to do something about that. He looked down at his now very tight pants and looked at the door again, then down the hall to the public bathrooms. He knocked on the door, sighing in defeat. "Inés, are you dressed?" He attempted to say normally, but it was slightly strained.

"Yeah, come on in." He regretted coming in. For her bedclothes she was wearing a very revealing tank-top and a pair of very short shorts. Her hair was down around her and her golem perched lazily on her shoulder. He liked what he saw, but he wasn't supposed to. He hated her. He couldn't love her- he couldn't. He couldn't enjoy what he was seeing, because he didn't deserve her. He hated that he didn't hate her. He didn't want it to happen like this. He never wanted to admit it, and he was doing just that.

"You know…Kanda…" she started. He looked up to her eyes, because that was definitely not where he was staring before. Why was he even thinking this? She was only 16. He was now 20 physically. He'd be taking advantage of an underage girl. He'd be marked as a pedophile. He felt a hand on his forehead and his eyes snapped back open. When had he closed them again? Oh never mind. He looked down into her eyes. They were worried.

"Hey Kandick, you don't have a fever do you? Your cheeks are red and you don't look in tip top shape." She leaned forward a little farther, stretching up even higher to look him in the face. She lost her balance, and that's when it happened. She fell into him, her lips just brushing his and her hips pressing against his "little friend." Shit, he almost fell on his face right then- his legs felt like jelly. She collected herself and blushed, yanking away, wringing her hands.

"S-sorry about that. But why didn't you just say your little friend was out to play? Remember, I lived with Master Cross, he had those all the time. I just left for an hour and when I came back, he was asleep. I can do that now if you like," she said with a flustered look. Kanda was blushing profusely, rubbing his neck with one hand, the other at the corner of his lips. They're tingling, from her touch. He wanted so badly to attack those sweet lips with his, to feel his tongue map out the inside of her mouth, from teeth to tongue. He bit back a groan as his little friend struggled against his confines. She giggled and walked towards the door, still having a crimson blush on her face.

"I take that as a yes. That lady in the lobby was a real looker wasn't she?" she asked and walked out the door, closing it behind her. He body wanted to reach out and yank her back in here and do unspeakable things to her, but his mind was focused on what she said. She thought he got excited over the prostitute in the lobby earlier. Nope, he was interested in the blue-haired piece of woman that walked out the door on him. That reminded him of his insufferably tight pants. He walked into the bathroom, grateful she wasn't there to hear him do such a human act. He closed the door, and locked it, turning to stare at his face in the mirror. His eyes were darkened over, lust clouded them. He sat on the cold toilet, his head draped back against the wall, and he threw off his jacket and shirt. He unbuckled his jeans and his member sprang up, happy to be free from its confines. He wrapped his hand around his base as squeezed as he moved his hand toward the head, leaking pre-cum all over himself. He ran his thumb over the slit, trying to keep himself quiet as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Behind his lids, he saw a certain blue-haired, potty-mouthed exorcist using her lips in a very different way. He groaned louder, and started speeding up his rhythm tightening his hold on himself. He now imagined himself sheathed inside her. Her tight, pulsating walls surrounding him, gripping him like the perfect glove. He was panting now, stroking at a frantic pace, wanting to rid himself of his problem and hoped that after this, he would go back to saying he hated her. Maybe, maybe he didn't hate her- but the question was, could he tell her that? The image behind his eyes was becoming more erotic with each passing second as his body felt close to the end. He arched his back.

"Inés," he growled as his seed shot up, covering his stomach and his hand. He felt tired now, but knew he couldn't sleep. He couldn't very well move either. He lay back, panting heavily, his body too warm against the cold toilet. His eyes were half-lidded, threatening to close any moment. But he couldn't. He got up and wobbly legs, and pulled refastened his pants with shaky hands. He wiped his chest and hand off with a rag provided in the bathroom, throwing it in the hamper on his way out. He walked to the bed, unconscious of the other form beneath the blankets, unknowing that this form had heard half of the going-on's in the bathroom.

He slid under the covers, only to jump when he felt another body pressed against his. He attempted to move away, but small, very warm arms encircled him and a head was buried in his chest. He took another less shaky breath and let his arms slide around her. She had gotten back, but how early? He was too tired to care, and her warm body beckoned to him. He held her closer. Her blue hair tickled his chin slightly and he now notices she had a tattoo on her shoulder. It was a cross with a woman on it, but her face was wrong, the face of an Akuma stared at him, on this woman's body which lay on the cross. He didn't know someone else was awake until a sniff came from the body next to him.

"Her name was Kara, she was a woman who was transformed into an Akuma by…me, her daughter. She always thought that Zen would keep life in balance, and when she died- I believed she was wrong. I can't believe I even turned to the Millennium Earl- he made me realize my innocence. My super speed and super strength made my body work. But first, I ran at the Earl. I chased him into a corner, and poof- he was gone. But mother… She tried to kill me- so I was forced to…to…murder her. I now realize I did the right thing, but without her- I was nothing, for quite a while. When Cross found me, I was just another kid on the streets in oversized t-shirts with holes in them and shorts with no shoes in any weather. He was drunk, I could smell the sour stench of Chardonnay staining his heavy breaths.

"He picked me up in his arms, I was 6. 'Who would leave a cute kid like this out in the road?' he questioned. I just replied, 'Mister, why are you holding a monster like me? I ain't human.' He gave me a strange look with a grimace. 'Sure, you are; you're too cute to be a monster.' I just shook my head at him. 'The fat man and Liro said I'm not human.'

"Saying that changed my life. He took me in, gave me a home, taught me the ways of an exorcist. And I did much the same things Moyashi did, I cheated at cards. I was even better at it than he was. I could flip around his cards in two hands. And it was the life- even if I had no money t spare. All thanks to the man with the mask that took all of my hard-cheated money. Cross was my father in many ways," she said, smiling as she reminisced and then yawned, snuggling deeper into his chest.

"Now that I've explained my tattoo, not that I'm letting you know where the other two are, can we go back to sleep? I was getting comfy when your body tensed. Relax Yuu, we can sort out life tomorrow." He sighed and relaxed, falling asleep with her in his arms. He hated that he didn't hate her, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N: I know it's a mini-chap but I don't write very long chapters. If you've read my very OOC Trinity Blood fic, You Don't Know The Half Of It, then you know that much. Well I'm glad you decided to read this. I think I'm going to turn this into a story, because right now all you get for lemony goodness in this chapter is a jerk-off. Chapter two in writing as we speak. Chapter 2- The Old Panda Stole My Horse. No flames please- LATER HATERZ, ZxM OUT!