He watched impassively from a distance, arms folded across his chest, leaning against a stone pillar, as they brought in the black coffin.

It was a small coffin, fit for the young boy it carried.

He watched, face unreadable, as the boy's friends ran in, expressions of shock written on their faces. They stood stiff with shock as the black coffin was set down with a dull thud, as if they could not believe it.

The boy who would never breathe again.

He watched, eyes blank, as the boy's closest friends walked forward haltingly and collapsed beside the coffin. Their expressions were ones of shock, horror, pain, grief, denial.

The boy who brought such hope into the order.

He closed his eyes and listened to the girl's wails of grief, to the red-head's cries, to the vampire's sobs, to the woman's moans, all calling out the same name. Footsteps sounded and he opened his eyes once more, to watch the science department rush into the great hall and gather around the small black coffin.

The boy who smiled brightly and always looked forward.

The Chinese supervisor stepped into the hall. As his eyes took in the science department and the exorcists all gathered around a small coffin, a look of unbelieving shock and grief ran over his face. He sank to his knees, looking defeated.

The boy whose emotions were so strong that he was almost dazzling.

A beam of light shot up from the floor as the ark opened and a yellow-haired man ran out. He glanced around, eyes widening. He staggered over to the supervisor, sinking to his knees, choking out, "K-Komui… is it true? Is he dead? Is…"

"It is as if, like the light, you are going to fade away."

"Is… Allen Walker dead?"

The light was forever gone.

"Allen! Allen!"

"Allen, you can't be dead, you can't be… Allen…"

"Allen…"

"Allen!"

"Walker! Walker!"

He closed his eyes and tilted his head forward so that his bangs shadowed his face.

"Che. Damn bean sprout."

He waited unconsciously for the "It's ALLEN, Ba-Kanda!" that would never come…

That would never come again.

Lenalee had thrown herself over the coffin, heaving out huge sobs, calling out Allen's name over and over again. Lavi rested his head on his arms that were crossed on the coffin, denying Allen's death through gritted teeth. Krory sat, leaning his back against the coffin, face raised, tears slipping down his face. Miranda sobbed, grasping her innocence to her chest, begging for Allen's lost time to come back.

There would be no answer to the calls.

"Che. Damn bean sprout."

Kanda grit his teeth, tilting his head further down so that his entire face was hidden.

"I hate people who don't keep their promises."

"It's okay, Lenalee. I'll come back safe and sound. Don't worry!"

"Damn, damn bean sprout. Making this place so noisy. Che."

Kanda pushed himself off the wall and walked away from that small, black coffin.

The bean sprout's coffin.

It was so quiet in his room. There were no cries, no wails, no sobs, no voices.

No noise.

Yet he could still hear it all in his head.

He couldn't concentrate.

When his mind finally wandered off, he would find his thoughts on the bean sprout. When he forced himself to think of nothing, he thought of the bean sprout.

Why?

He was Kanda Yuu.

"People die."

Kanda Yuu shouldn't care about one exorcist's death.

"As long as they're human."

That's all the bean sprout was.

An exorcist. A human.

"Damnit!" Kanda snarled, snapping his eyes open. "Go to hell, you damn beansprout!"

Who was he talking to?

"Che."

The room was silent.

He found himself back in the noisy hall, where a crowd was now gathered. People were silently staring, silently crying, wailing, moaning, calling, whispering.

It was pathetic.

All for that damn bean sprout.

What a waste of time.

Why was he here?

He was Kanda Yuu.

He could give a damn as to whether the bean sprout was dead or alive.

"Che."

Damn bean sprout.

He couldn't go to the kitchens and help himself to soba. Jerry, too, was in the hall, sobbing that he would miss the boy's massive appetite.

He couldn't go to the training rooms. There was no one to train with, and Kanda didn't particularly feel like practicing alone.

He had already tried meditating. That damn bean sprout broke his concentration.

"Fucking bean sprout. You're annoying even when you're dead."

Dead.

The bean sprout was dead.

Kanda leaned against the same column and folded his arms. His bangs once more hid his face.

"Damnit Allen," he could hear Lavi say in a choked voice. "Shit, shit, shit."

He could hear Lenalee cry, "Allen," over and over again.

"Che," Kanda snarled to himself. "It's so noisy. I'll fucking cut you up, bean sprout."

He walked forward, making his way through the people huddled on the floor. He walked past the silent Komui, past the crying Reever, past the sobbing Johnny, past Jerry, past Marie, Nyne, Tiedoll.

He saw Leverrier and stopped, looking at him with lidded eyes in a half-glare half-leer.

"He's dead," Kanda said. "And you're not going to be able to bring him back. No matter how many tests and experiments you do."

He surprised himself when his mouth said, "I won't let you."

Leverrier simply glared at him with stony eyes.

Step by step, he made his way to the coffin, pushing past finders and scientists until he stood at the head of the coffin. Lenalee looked up, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"K-Kanda…"

Lavi looked up, tears dropping from his eye as well.

"Yuu…"

Kanda silently looked down at the small black coffin, at the rose cross that embellished it. He could envision the bean sprout lying beneath the polished wood, in the cushioned velvet, hands folded, looking as if he was sleeping.

Not that he cared.

He stood stiffly, still looking down with a passive expression, suddenly remembering when the bean sprout had stopped him from taking the innocence from the doll, when he had volunteered to stay behind with Kanda in the Noah's room, when the he had taken down the level four akuma using his innocence to move himself when he could no longer move.

"Che. You damn idiot."

He closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. He turned and walked away, hair sweeping behind him, head bent so that his hair shadowed his face.

Was that a tear running down his face?

He was Kanda Yuu.

He didn't cry.

It was sweat.

No, really.

It was sweat.

He wouldn't cry for the bean sprout… for Allen.

"Che."

His hand went up to wipe it away.

"You damn idiot."

He paused.

"Allen."

He gritted his teeth.

"Che."


This sort of just popped up into my head... I know (or at least believe) that Allen most likely will not die... but it was just a thought.

Anyways, I hope it wasn't too bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own D . G r a y - M a n