Authors Note: Awww, look at my little fail-drabble. Isn't it cuuuuuute? -_-
I'm going to go ahead and blame the plot bunnies that were raping my mind at the time.
This is dedicated to all you sexy viewers. Rawr ;)
DISCLAIMER: Do you see Allen cross dressing? Kanda molesting? Then no, I do not own D. Gray-Man
The dim moonlight filtered in the broken windows, its reflective brightness lighting upon the people in the room. The masses rose up and down rhythmically, breathing steadily in their sleep. For once they had allowed a replenishing sleep to overcome then, save for the finders and exorcist guarding the little shack.
Inside the ramshackle building, eyes were closed, and the sandman had visited all….but one.
A pair of dark cobalt eyes peered out into the night, their owner restless. Kanda Yuu had woken up from a strange dream, which, while not unusual for most members of the Black Order these day, was unusual in its nature. You see, this was no nightmare, but an actual dream.
~dreamsequence~
He watched from a distance as the last hit landed, and the Millennium Earl exploded in a display of shimmering lights. A white form collapsed in the Earl's stead. Kanda rushed over to it, picking it up in his wounded arms. The slim, battle worn form of Allen Walker, bleeding and exhausted, was held somewhat limply. Allen was smiling, and looking up at Kanda, his mouth forming silent words he could not read. Just then, people rushed in, and threw them upon their shoulders, laughing and smiling and shouting. Kanda stared at Allen, who was riding awkwardly on the shoulders of the unidentifiable masses. He looked over at Kanda and smiled widely, the radiance of it shining through the blood and grime of his face.
And Kanda smile back.
~enddreamsequence~
What was it? Was it hope? Was it a desire to be a hero? To end this war?
What?
He glanced around the small room, his eyes lighting on a smaller body. Faces pointing toward each other, Kanda could see the moyashi's white hair splay across his face. A small, single strand of it flutter near his mouth as he breathed, occasionally making Allen reach up and bat at his nose. Kanda raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the moyashi's unconscious idiocy.
Like many other rimes, Kanda wondered just how this boy was to be the savior of the human race, when he could hardly be the savior of a good nights sleep.
His sleep broken, and no sign of it being repaired, the swordsman resigned himself to his dark morning. He drew his blue-black tresses back into their customary ponytail and silently slipped his cloak on, along with his uniform boots. With steps like velvet, even in the heavy footwear, he maneuvered flawlessly around the sleeping people. He carefully slipped out of the flimsy door, catching a view of half-lidded silvery eyes in his peripheral vision as he shut it.
A few steps outside or the makeshift inn and he beheld Noise Marie. A trace amount of concern filled the large mans blind eyes as he turn to the sound of the Asians slight footsteps.
"Is something wrong Kanda?" Marie asked, his fingers twitching with innocence, prepare for battle. Slight confusion was held behind Kanda's stoic mask.
"No. I couldn't sleep, so I came to relive you of your post, as discussed."
"Ah." Marie said, raising an eyebrow.
"Then why is your heart beating so quickly?"
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