Childhood Delight
A D. Gray-Man Fanfiction
by Tomoyo-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own DGM.
Um, alternate universe. Basic knowledge needed: Allen and Kanda are working partners for destroying Akuma, Allen was brought to the Black Order as a child and is still healing from the curse mark, Kanda has already seen Alma die... There's more, but I can't remember it all.
"Kanda, look! It's snowing!"
If anything, Kanda just curled deeper into himself, not looking out the window as his companion clearly wanted him to do. Snow just made his eyes hurt, all bright and blinding. He didn't understand the delight that his year-younger acquaintance seemed to find every time the cold fluffy stuff fell down.
"Come on Kanda, let's go outside and play."
A glare was directed over his bent knees. Kanda did not play. He especially did not play with scrawny little beansprouts.
The white haired boy just smiled at him. Eleven-year-old Kanda hated having to spend his free afternoons with the younger boy. But it was supposed to help his 'teamwork' and 'social skills'. Like he needed them anyway. People only broke him a little more when they never came back.
He especially hated Moyashi. He knew the boy should be just as broken as he was. He had seen his face when they first brought him in. It wasn't the blood that caught his attention, it was the look in his eyes. He saw the same look in Alma's eyes before he died, in his own sometimes when a mirror caught him off guard. But after 6 months, just when he thought the unknown white haired boy had died he hadn't been seen for so long, he had reappeared. Happy and polite and with that damnable smile on his face. Even with his face so covered in bandages he managed to beam that accursed smile at anyone who so much as looked at him.
Kanda flinched as that smile only grew bigger under his glare. How could he smile like that? Allen's one visible eye practically gleamed as he scooted closer on the couch, right into Kanda's personal space. "Let's go outside. We can have a snowball fight. Come on Kanda. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Yuu~~~"
Will you be my friend, Yuu~?
"That's it!" Kanda angrily stood from his curled position on the couch, moving to lean over the other boy. All he really wanted was to make Allen back off, to make him flinch away from his anger, but when Allen didn't even so much as blink, Kanda found himself punching the smaller boy right in the nose. The screech Allen gave reminded him that not only was Allen not Alma with his outrageous healing abilities, he had probably aggravated the still healing gash on his face. He felt guilty for a moment, seeing Allen's hands rush to cover his face, right up until the little brat kicked him hard in the shin.
Kanda let out a word he was pretty sure that he wasn't allowed to say yet, grabbing the old-man-white hair in front of him and pulling. In a matter of moments, they were tumbling about the floor. Fists and elbows and bangs against the legs of the couch soon covered them in bruises, though Kanda's disappeared almost as fast as they grew.
Kanda collapsed, exhausted from the fight, to the floor. The last few punches from the Moyashi had been half-hearted at best and he was pretty sure he wouldn't hit him anymore if Kanda stopped. Pretty sure. He started when the boy plopped down next to him, but when he glanced over...
Allen laughed. Covered in scratches, glancing back at Kanda with a real smile on his face. Kanda didn't realize the others were fake until this moment, when he saw the real, gloriously affectionate, laughing one he saw now. Even stranger, he felt himself giving a small one in return, no more than the curl of a lip, but there all the same.
They just lay there, laying on the floor in silence, but it was enough.
There was something of a childhood delight in fighting and fighting the inevitable until you gave in and gained a new friend.