I have no clue what possessed me to write this, other than I had nothing to do and I wanted to write... something. ANYHOW! Tell me what you think, Read and Review, etc.

I don't own Naruto or D. Gray-Man. It's painfully obvious. Although I really wish I did own them. But it's better not to trust me with them.


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Unwelcome

It had been a long and unusually aggravating day for Kanda. Akuma, he could handle. Lavi overdosed with sugar and Root Beer, he could not. He was devastated enough to have been sent with the red-head again, for the third time that month, but God knows it also had to be to a place where Lavi inconveniently managed to find a candy store. And there were very few things Kanda hated more than sweets. He'd been smart enough to avoid them, unlike his partner, who was sure to suffer cavities aplenty and insomnia. Neither of these, the samurai realized, was good for him as when Lavi got a tooth ache, Kanda would be the first person the Bookman would think to whine to, and when Lavi couldn't sleep, Kanda was sure to get him knocking on is door and asking for something stupid and unreasonable, like Yu's box of hair ties.

The train ride back had only just come to an end, and Kanda was having his nightmarish visions already. Fear of the night to come was more than enough to sober him of any hope in getting enough sleep.

Yu Kanda stepped silently off of the train, his dark hair trailing behind him with dignity. It may, however, have looked a big more honorable had Lavi not braided it earlier, and caused a bit of a lingering wave to curve down the pony tail. As Lavi ran childishly up next to him, forming a tight fist was all Kanda could do to keep from taking out a good few of the other boy's teeth. It was even more tempting to follow through with the urge when the Bookman started to chatter wildly and several heads turned in their direction.

"Yu-can, don't you think it would be just great?! I mean really, there-"

"Do NOT use my first name, baka!"

"- really should be a new member or so soon! There hasn't been anybody for SUUUUUUCH a long time! And, all of the new ones are too quiet! It's going to be really tough if nobody starts taking authority Yu! And speaking of which, why are you always the one leading the missions? I'm perfectly capable of it!-"

"Because you're an idiot," Kanda muttered to himself, seeing as Lavi wouldn't hear it even at full volume. He'd wised up to the ways of the rabbit by now. It would be foolish not to, after all. He drifted into temporary thought of gagging Lavi and tossing him into a dark alley for anybody to find. However, he decided against it. Komui was sure to do something stupid if he found out, and that was worse than having to deal with Lavi to start with.

For Komui was the guy, who was the problem.

"Oh! Look Yu-chan! There's Allen!"

"DO NOT CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME YOU MORON!" Clearly, Lavi didn't catch a single word of it, because he was off and running towards the grinning Moyashi.

And then Kanda remembered why he'd been talked into going with Lavi. The older exorcist had no desire whatsoever to be anywhere near the cursed, emotional, and immature white-haired boy. He'd rather have used Mugen to do brain surgery on himself. This, however, was not an option as any inflicted wound he made would quickly heal, and if he opened up his own skull, Kanda reminded his temper, he'd be hospitalized and have to deal with overly-caring Tiedoll, Lavi unnecessarily dropping by every half-hour, and the Head Nurse's bad mood. It simply wasn't worth the trouble.

Lavi was now distracted with jabbering away to Allen, who seemed to be taking it more leisurely than Kanda ever could have hoped to, no matter how stupid the 'conversation of one' had managed to become. He tried to walk right past the two without looking over, without giving a damn, and without noticing either of them existed just for a few minutes.

"Hi… Kanda…" Allen said it quietly, but noticeably enough that Kanda heard, scowled, and shot a nasty glare over.

"The hell do you want Beansprout?!"

"N-nothing! I just said 'hi'! And my name is Allen!"

Kanda made a truly disgusted face and lightly shook his head to demonstrate just how little he liked Allen. And then he just walked off, leaving the white-haired teen in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Whoops! Well, Yu-chan is off so I'd better be going too! Later Allen!" And then the other Black Order member was gone too.

There the young exorcist stood in the street and watched as they left. He was actually a bit hurt that Kanda would act so cold towards him. What real reason did the older teen have to dislike him? He'd never actually done anything to deliberately harm the guy, and he still treated the Parasite-type exorcist with true disrespect. He dubbed "Moyashi" was beginning to think there was nobody in the world who could ever gain the slightest bit of give-a-damn from Kanda.

The trail of ideas deflated and depressed Allen enough so that he really wasn't paying the tiniest bit of attention as he walked to wherever after an unknown amount of time. It might have been a few minutes, or a few hours at that, and perhaps the better part of the day for all Allen remembered, but he just kept walking. If he stopped, he feared, the onslaught of depressing reflections would worsen.

It was in his thoughtful stupor that Allen tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and landed right on is face. This sobered him very fast. Fast enough, in a way that he was actually thankful for, to realize there were explosions going off somewhere around the corner. He couldn't believe he didn't hear them earlier, and that was a bit pathetic, he stated to his self, but took it no farther. Allen was too busy for that. He was occupied with running in the direction of the action with hopes that it wasn't another Akuma.

But, of course, it was false hope. It always was. Five 'Level One' Akuma were furiously unleashing a barrage of their bullets at what looked like a wall. Their targeted area, however, was continuously changing in random and unpredictable directions. Allen invocated his Innocence and approached cautiously, trying not to attract any of their attentions.

An unbearable scream shot out from one of the mechanical demons. Allen's mind raced to keep up with is eyes. Some sort of object, bone-white and sharp, had sliced right through the monster's face. The Akuma faded into dust, the others still shooting at the unseen attacker.

The watching exorcist was now sure that something very important was happening. He jumped, and without really thinking too much about whom the Akuma's other enemy might be, he cut through one of the Akuma. Now they turned to him, forgetting momentarily about the other enemy. But, as soon as the remaining three's backs were turned, two were destroyed by the mysterious white blade. The final screeched as Allen killed it in its confused state.

In front of the Walker boy there landed a human figure. It was crouched low to the ground in a fighting stance, cold and readied. From behind a long tattered sleeve that guarded the face of the secondary boy, as his strength clearly conveyed, were a pair of green, steely eyes. They examined the exorcist with a mixture of query and also of judgment.

"Uh… Hello there," Allen grinned softly, lowering his arm to try to seem less threatening.

The boy didn't respond in any way.

"I'm Allen, Allen Walker. What's your name?"

"…"

"Not much of a talker, I guess. Erm, alright… What are you doing out here, exactly? Why did the Akuma attack?"

He blinked, but it was pretty unlikely that had anything to do with the questions. Still he held a fierce stance. Allen was actually starting to become intimidated. The other boy surely believed him to be the enemy, and if he fought as well against people as he did Akuma, conflict would be a problem. Allen decided to try a different approach.

He lifted his hands to shield him, open palmed, and made a world-known stance of 'I'd-rather-not-fight'. "I don't want anybody to get hurt here. Let's just drop our weapons now, alright?" Allen's Innocence faded back into its normal, inactive form.

It was a long minute, especially for Allen, but the other boy straightened out and stabbed the crude-looking sword into the ground, forgetting it completely it seemed. Even more gradually than loosening, he walked over to Allen, who was trying to be absolutely still. The boy was very close to his height, perhaps a little taller if anything, and he had a power to his movements that bled into all of his features which were bold in one way or the other .The boy's hair, unnervingly, was just about the same color as his own; it had just a touch more gray to it.

Soon enough, the two were just a foot away from each other and staring with opinion. Allen started again. "I'm Allen Walker." He reached out his hand; still pretty sure it wouldn't be taken but willing to try.

"… Kimimaro… Kimimaro Kaguya." His voice was strong and fitting for his appearance. The handshake was taken lightly.

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