Disclaimer: I can't draw manga even if you gave me a billion dollars. I can draw stuff like fan art, but that's only for Bleach. So yeah, I don't own D. Gray-Man.

(This story came to me as a random spark of inspiration after I did my Math homework. Don't ask me why; it just did.)

Boo To You Too

It started with a "boo".

A lame ass "boo".

And Allen still couldn't even believe how that just spun his entire sex life around. Neither could Kanda, who was probably still scowling his face off at the mere memory…of shame?

A Cold Wintry Night In Who Knows Where:

Allen Walker, age fifteen, a young exorcist with white hair and big gray eyes, drew his cloak around him tightly.

His legs felt cramped, and his teeth felt like they were going to fall off if they kept on chattering together for the next five minutes. Other than the few physical pains that made Allen intensely regret having agreed to go on this particular mission (especially with him), he was bored.

Drat that stupid mission.

There wasn't even any innocence involved! All it included was checking a creepy village that had these cannibalistic creeps for the innocence.

The mission had been a complete waste of time, and Allen couldn't find his way back to Headquarters.

Problem: After finding out that the village (where travelers have always disappeared to) was really not a normal village with a phenomenon (such as innocence), but a village with cannibals that looked like normal people (but had tried to eat Allen, but mostly they wanted Kanda, 'cause he didn't look as small as Allen did; Allen, although scared out of his guts during that time—horrid time—couldn't help but secretly feel gleeful when he saw Kanda's stunned face).

And after managing to escape from the village (Here, at this, Allen sniffed, he had gotten them, Kanda and him, out of this mess), the team of two found that they were lost, in the forest, in the cold, and wintry forest, away from all contact of human life and stuff…

They were lost. Allen shifted his feet. God, they were so numb.

He waited for Kanda to show up, but of course Kanda wouldn't show up; he hadn't appeared for two hours since then, when he told Allen he was going to take a look around.

Bastard probably got lost, anyways. But, as a bunch of snow fell on top of Allen from the pine trees above, the smaller teen couldn't help but grow worried.

Being alone in the forest at night, complete with cold snow, was not a good thing. A good thing was being in his bed, which was warm, at the headquarters, where he could always get a midnight snack or something like that.

There was a crackling, footsteps. Allen's ears perked up, hoping with all his might that it was Kanda. Why was he so eager to see Kanda, of all people? Allen, through all his pride, bit his lip and thought, well, we're all stuck in the same place, and it gets scary being in a cold forest at night—I might get frostbite, get eaten by wolves, and get crushed by a falling tree, by myself.

With a surge of warm relief, Allen saw Kanda push aside the bush angrily and impatiently, walking towards him.

"Oi, bean sprout. Get up, we're leaving." Kanda growled.

Allen sprung up from his sitting spot. "I'm not bean sprout, jerk face, I'm Allen."

"I care so much." Kanda snapped. He was in a very bad mood.

Allen had to struggle to keep up with Kanda's long strides. Usually, Kanda didn't walk this fast, or take steps this big. "What's wrong?" Allen couldn't help but ask.

"I found a place where we can sleep for the night without getting frostbite." Kanda replied, but tersely.

"That's great!" Allen felt relieved that they had a place to sleep. But… "But why are you acting like you have a stick up your butt?"

Kanda gave him an icy stare. It made the snow look warmer. "Because of you, who else?"

It was hard not to snap at Kanda. This wasn't his fault, for getting lost in a forest. Sure, Allen had pulled Kanda through prickly bushes and tangled branches, and yeah, Kanda got quite a few scratches on his face and stuff, but hey, they were away from the cannibals, which made all the more difference.

Allen opened his mouth to defend himself. "It wasn't my fault that we got here. Well, not exactly."

"I didn't say it was you fault, bean sprout. I'm just pissed that I have to spend a night with you, out of all people." Kanda retorted.

"Will you try not to make an argument from everything I say?" Allen said, exasperated. "Let's just make it to the place you found and sleep. I'm dead tired."

"You're not the only one, bean sprout."

"Shut up, please."

The pair got to the small, not entirely broken down but close to it, shack. Allen stepped lightly through the doorway, feeling as if the shack was going to crack into pieces if he stomped through the door.

"Hmph." Kanda hmphed. "You sleep there," He pointed at a cobwebbed corner. "And I sleep here." He sat down on the bare expanse of wood.

Allen's mouth fell open. "That's not fair!" He glared at the older teen.

"I found this shack, brat, so there." Kanda took off his cloak (was he crazy? The place was fuckin' cold), and spread it on the ground.

Allen, too tired to protest over this unfairness, plopped down wearily at his corner and tried to sleep.

What felt like an hour later, Allen still couldn't sleep, because one, it was still freezing, two, the floor was hard, and three, the corner wasn't comfortable.

Kanda, defying all logic of sleep, sat upright, legs crossed, chest bare, and eyes closed. He looked like he was meditating. Allen couldn't help but eye his coat. Kanda didn't really need to sit on it, after all, his pants could always be washed.

A small gust of wind made its way into the shack.

Allen shivered. He needed another layer of warmth. That coat looked very tempting.

Kanda appeared to be asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. Not a hint of the cold touched him. Allen crawled slowly over.

The wood underneath his last bit of crawling creaked. Kanda's eyebrow twitched, and Allen's heart jumped into his throat. It would be awkward for Allen to explain why he was crawling towards Kanda in the middle of the night.

A few more bits of crawling later, done slowly and carefully this time, Allen finally reached Kanda. He tugged at the coat gently, intent on pulling it away from under Kanda.

"What the hell are you doing, damn bean sprout?" Kanda demanded in a harsh tone.

Allen winced at the callous tone. "Um, boo?" He said nervously, glancing quickly up Kanda's darkened face.

He waited for the explosion. It never came.

"Boo to you too, stupid bean sprout." Kanda almost smiled. Something flickered in his eyes. "Now get off of me."

It was then that Allen realized how awkward his position was. He was stretched over Kanda's lap, having trying to get one part of it from under Kanda's legs.

Allen, in a hurry, tried to get himself off of Kanda, but his cold and numb arms gave away and Allen found himself sprawled in Kanda's lap.

Worst thing it was, Allen had fallen headfirst into Kanda's lap. His face was incredibly close to Kanda's crotch.

Awkward…

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The Writer's note:

First time ever writing more sexual related stories. I feel…awkward, but I like it. I might have to edit this sometime later, but now, I feel too lazy. Thanks for reading, glad you bothered to read this, and cookies for you! I'll update only if I think it's worth updating, so I need your support if you're willing to give me some!