A/N: Wow, so I haven't updated for this fandom in a while. Truth is I've lost interest in anything anime and I've fully submerged myself in the realm of American shows like Supernatural and Doctor Who. So these are just story ideas that most likely will never be developed into anything and I'm just putting them out there so you guys know that I am alive and what I had planned for this a long long time ago.

Half of My Heart

Kanda stared listlessly at the hourglass that monitored his life. His curse was removed but instead of bringing him the liberation that he had expected to come with it, he saw nothing, he felt nothing. With his curse, he had a purpose; to find the apparition woman who sent his nerves on fire, who promised him forever and a day. He remembered days where he would spend caressing the oblong surface, imagining her beautiful face, her laugh, her vows to wait for him. Vows of eternity. Now those were gone. He was Kanda Yu, a Third Exorcist in a world that no longer required supernatural powers, a soldier without a war to fight, nothing. The woman in his dreams was long withered and dead and he no longer saw any purpose in seeking her out. To him, she was nothing more than a stranger inside a dream that was never his. He had lost his meaning, as if half his being was missing.

Kanda touched the dark imprint on his chest. Now it was nothing more than a tattoo. And that itself was empty. A knock at the door made his head snap up but he did not move to answer it; the door was unlocked anyway.

It was Allen, his rival, his comrade, the beansprout that irritated him even at the end of the war.

"Kanda," Allen greeted. He said nothing. Allen stared at him with unreadable silver eyes and walked over to him. "Kanda, I haven't seen you in a while. No one has. We're worried for you."

Seeing that Kanda would make no move to indicate he was listening, Allen grabbed both of his hands. One by one, he laced his fingers, long piano-playing fingers, with Kanda's calloused, battle-hardened one. They were so different. Kanda stared at their intertwined hands with blank cobalt eyes.

"Kanda," Allen began again. "Tell me. What happened to you?"

He said nothing and continued to stare at their hands, clasped together. Allen bit his lips. Kanda could tell that the other boy was frustrated but it didn't matter. This wasn't the first time Allen would try to talk things out of Kanda and it wouldn't be the last. Lavi and Lenalee had tried too. Lavi had stopped long ago after a one-sided yelling match. Lenalee had burst into tears and begging before she too had finally given up.

Allen touched Kanda's cheeks with gentle and soft hands and it made Kanda snap away from his thought.

"Kanda," Allen whispered, staring at him with lost eyes. "I miss you. I miss your giant ego and your constant name-calling. I miss your sour personality. I miss the fact that you only eat soba and believe it or not," Allen stopped with a light, whimsical chuckle, "I miss out arguments that end up with a battle."

Allen stood up and for a moment, Kanda thought he would leave but the strong and sure hands never left his. Allen sat next to Kanda and rearranged the blankets around them so that the cold draft from the broken stained glass window wouldn't touch them.

"Do you remember how the littlest thing about me used to rile you up?" Allen asked. "My hair, my height, my personality. It angered me and made me laugh at how easy it was to annoy you."

As Allen reminisced, Kanda felt as if the empty part inside of him could be filled, even for a little while.

"Kanda, come outside and see the world we have made," Allen coaxed gently. "Come and see how happy and safe you have made the world with your sacrifice."

Kanda didn't resist as Allen pulled him up.

Finders and scientists both gazed at him with awe. There weren't as many people in the building as he remembered. Kanda remembered how the halls would be packed with black and white coats but there seemed to be a lack of that.

"They've all gone home," Allen answered as if sensing Kanda's question. "All of the scientists, finders, and exorcists who have families have gone home to reunite with their loved ones. The ones who stayed behind are those who have lost their families in the war or don't have families to go back to."

"Allen!" Lenalee greeted as she ran up to them. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed Kanda. "Kanda, it's nice to see you."

"Hello, Lenalee," Allen smiled. "I'm just going to Komui to ask for a day out with Kanda."

"Don't bother," Lenalee replied. "I'll tell my brother for you. You go have fun."

"Thank you, Lenalee," Allen said and waved as the girl continued on her way.

Kanda stared at Allen.

The town was cleaner, Kanda noted. And there was less broken rubble and more buildings being rebuilt. The air seemed lighter, the grass more vibrant, and the very atmosphere was sweeter. It was calm and almost hopeful in a way. But the townsp

"Mr. Exorcist sirs!" a little girl with her blonde hair tied in a blue handkerchief came up to them. She blushed and held onto her basket of flowers as if hesitating with what she wanted to say next. Kanda could see a woman smiling at them and assumed she was the mother of the girl.

Allen smiled and knelt down to her level.

"T-This is for you!" she cried and blindly thrust the basket into Kanda's hands. "T-Thank you for saving us!"

"Why thank you," Allen accepted the gift for him. "That's awfully kind of you."

The girl smiled shyly at Allen before running back to her mother.

Kanda and Allen peered into the basket and Allen smiled, "Daisies."

They stopped at a park filled with children and young couples.

Slowly, Allen pulled out the daisies and set them on Kanda's outstretched legs. He picked them up again, one by one, as his fingers wove a chain.

Allen was unusually quiet today, Kanda thought. He would usually talk about random things, things that made no sense but Allen's voice was enough to bring him out.

He must have been staring too long because Allen's eyes softened in understanding.

"I'm going to be operated on," Allen started and then stopped again. Kanda didn't ask. He didn't need to. "They're going to try to remove any remnants of the Fourteenth."

Kanda knew what was going to happen. He had seen the Inspector's disgust whenever Allen walked past, the ugly yet secretive sneer that hinted something evil was coming to the savior of the world.

"I'm-," Allen began again but the words failed him. He gently loosened his hands from Kanda's and raised his hand to brush a stray strand of hair from Kanda's face. A soft yet bitter smile graced his pink lips and a chill swept through Kanda. "I think this is the last-"

Allen was surprised when a hand covered his mouth. Kanda shook his head slowly. No, he didn't need to hear the words.

A/N: The plot of this one was going to be that Kanda has PTSD and Allen slowly drags him out of it but before he fully recovers Allen is going to be put down by the Inspector.