Disclaimer : I don't own -man. Never did, never will.

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My first, your last

Kanda was pulled into the medical room by Lenalee and Lavi. What the hell was so urgent that they practically had to run while pulling him? And either way, he wouldn't be interested in it anyway...

Kanda's eyes came upon the boy lying on the bed in front of him. His skin was too pale to be normal, and his breathing was coming in ragged breaths. His eyes had lost the gleam they once had and he wasn't smiling. Kanda could tell from the signs that the boy was dying.

Kanda heard footsteps and saw Lenalee and Lavi walking out of the now silent room, except for the machines that the young boy was hooked up to, and the boy himself.

The white hair of the boy was now covering half of his eyes and Kanda, seeing him in such a state, brushed them away gently. Once he had finished that motion, Kanda's hand retracted immediately.

This was not like him at all. Why was he helping the once irritating boy? Allen Walker wasn't someone he had ever liked, he was just too distracting.

Allen looked at Kanda and reached out slowly for him. Kanda allowed the other boy to caress his face, though he didn't like it one bit.

"Come closer," Allen breathed out. Kanda hesitated. He wasn't used to being close to anyone. And what the hell did Allen want from him, on his death bed?

Disregarding his logic, Kanda moved a little closer and saw Allen smile. Kanda never knew how Allen could always continue smiling, even on the brink of death.

Allen's hand never left his face, as the younger exorcist tried to sit up. Allen had difficulty, but finally managed to sit up.

Immediately, as soon as Kanda's face was within his reach, he moved closer and kissed Kanda, no doubt surprising the other male.

Kanda's eyes opened wide as he felt a pair of lips on his own. The next moment, Allen broke the kiss and dropped back into the bed, his grasp on Kanda' face weakening.

The boy's time was near. "I promise," Allen whispered, his soft voice echoing in the silent room. "next time..." The boy closed his eyes still smiling, then, his breath extinguished.

The boy's hand fell back on the bed, limp, a smile gracing his child-like features.

"Che," Kanda cursed, looking away from the lifeless body. After a few moments of further silence, Kanda dusted his uniform and walked out of the room, his mind blank.

Once outside, he saw Lenalee burst out in tears, with Lavi by her side. As his usual cold-self, Kanda walked past her and back to his room. He had better things to do, like thinking of what had happened in the room.

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Kanda walked into the room. It was silent, the atmosphere full of solemnity. A funeral was being held. The funeral of a young boy, who Kanda had said to despised and hated - Allen Walker.

It came as a large shock to those in the Order, for the Destroyer of Time to meet his demise.

The air was dark and dry that day, the tense atmosphere hung in the air. The hall was filled with sobs from almost everyone present.

Lenalee was slumped on the floor crying, with Komui trying to comfort her. While Lavi, well, as usual he would be standing somewhere looking over the whole event, as just an onlooker.

But Kanda knew of Lavi's feelings. He looked to his right, and saw Lavi sitting with Bookman. His fringe was now covering his good eye, and Kanda could tell he'd been crying.

Kanda was as normal as he could be, just the cold unmoving samurai. The boy wasn't a friend, for Kanda had no friends.

After all, they were just soldiers in a war, who could be killed at any point of time. Of course, now that Allen had been killed, most of the Black Order had given up hope on ever winning this war.

'Fools', were the only thing that Kanda could call them. He never believed that there was ever hope for them, and the Order had done just fine before Allen's arrival, 5 years ago.

Standing up, Kanda followed behind Tiedoll and Noise Marie toward the center of the large hall. They moved silently towards the white casket, its color as pure as snow, and as pure as the boy himself.

Kanda was holding a white lily, as was everyone else. He walked up to the casket and silently placed it beside the boy.

There were at least 50 other flowers surrounding Allen's body. Kanda's eyes moved up to look at Allen's face, peaceful and gentle.

He felt something stir, something he'd felt before, a long time ago. It was sadness, depression and obsession mixed with a feeling he didn't know. And it made him long for the boy in front of him to be still alive and kicking.

Ignoring the feeling, Kanda moved off with Tiedoll, pushing everything to the back of his mind, for now. The samurai moved back to his seat and listened as the funeral progressed.

After the funeral, Kanda watched as the casket was carried off to be burned.

A deafening silence now entered the hall as everyone mourned silently for the boy. Well, except Kanda. 'And maybe Bookman,' Kanda thought.

The casket was carried out of the hall, and the procession was over. Komui announced for everyone to return to their work. It was normal, since deaths were common in their line of work. But Kanda could see the reluctance in the faces of the finders and even some of the exorcists. It was difficult to accept the boy's death though, seeing as how popular he had been. With a heart of steel to the reactions of the others, Kanda got up and headed towards the training room, earning a few glares as he walked out of the hall.

There was one, and only one thought in his mind right now. And he couldn't rid himself of it, no matter how hard he tried.

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A/N : This is my first fanfic. Sorry for all the OOC-ness. Please R&R, so that I can do better.

Part 2 coming soon…