Disclaimer: Don't own No.6 or DGM outside my mind.

Rating: T for language and BL.

A/N: This needed to be done. It might be kind of obvious, but this takes place before the end of the No. 6 anime, and after the Black Order got a hold of the White Ark of Noah. Cheesy title and bad summary, but I'm not good at making things concise.

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"… I don't think we're in Italy," Allen commented, brushing off his exorcist uniform and looking around the abandoned playground the White Ark had taken them to.

"Che," Kanda glared at the white haired boy beside him. "Where did you take us, baka moyashi?"

"I don't know," he replied, scratching his head. They definitively weren't in Mater, Italy. The place was in ruins.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Kanda hissed at the boy, turning his blade on him.

"I mean exactly what I said!" Allen yelled back at the Japanese man.

Preoccupied, neither of them noticed the anxious Timcanpy, fluttering behind Allen and alerting them to another's presence. It was only when the golem knocked itself against his owner's head that the two noticed the white haired boy standing on the other side of the playground. He looked to be about Allen's age, and wore black trousers and a red coat with a hood. He was staring at them.


Shion was on his way home from his job at Inukashi's when he heard voices. The only voices he ever heard coming from the abandoned playground near his and Nezumi's hideout were from the two kids he had befriended, and these were definitively mans' voices. Curious, Shion followed the sound, and was stunned to find two oddly dressed men bickering. The taller one had his long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and he held a sword towards a shorter boy with white hair.

Shion's eyes widened at the sight of the shorter boy. He had hair as white as his own! Could it be that he was another survivor of the bee infection? He wasn't sure, but Shion thought he saw a pink marking over the boy's face, too. Shion was thinking about how to approach the two men when they suddenly stopped their bickering to face him. He gulped, but stood his ground.

"Oh, good, we found someone!" the shorter boy waved at him, a friendly smile on his face. "Hi there, stranger!"

Shion raised his own arm and waved back at the boy. He seemed nice. The taller man, however, still held his sword, and didn't look friendly at all. It was only his threatening stance that kept Shion from walking towards the strangers and introducing himself.

"Put that down already," Allen muttered at Kanda, shoving Mugen down harshly. Kanda snorted, but sheathed his blade nonetheless. He'd have it drawn in a second if the albino kid proved to be a threat. But then again, seeing Allen's eye hadn't reacted in the least upon seeing him, the boy couldn't possibly be an Akuma.

"My name is Allen Walker, and this here is Kanda Yuu," Allen spoke to the stranger, walking towards him with a friendly smile. "What's your name?"

"S-Shion," he stuttered, still eying the dark-haired man warily. The white-haired boy was speaking English, further proving that they weren't from around there. Shion was glad his school at Cronos taught the more rarely used language, else he wouldn't be able to understand them.

"Don't worry, Shion. Kanda's all bark and no bite, really. Don't mind him," Allen told the boy. "Now would you mind helping us out a little?"

"Okay… What can I do?" Shion offered, feeling at ease around the friendly boy. Now that he was close, he could see that he really did have a mark near his left eye, but it was shaped like a star on his forehead and trailed down in a line that marked his eyelid to his cheek. It was nothing like his own scar, which twisted around his entire body. His eyes weren't red, either, but silver instead.

"Where exactly are we?" Allen asked, surprising Shion.

"What do you mean?" the boy furrowed his brow.

"Is this Italy?" the boy elaborated. "We were meant to be dropped off at Mater, but somehow this place doesn't look familiar."

"Italy? Is that somewhere here in the Western District? I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar around yet, but we can go ask Nezumi, if you want," he replied.

"Western District? Is that where we are?" Allen looked back at the other exorcist. "Kanda, do you know any place with that name?" The man shook his head, looking a bit puzzled himself.

"Are you from No. 6?" Shion asked. "Did you run away, too?"

"Number six? What is that?" Allen questioned, looking very confused.

Now the shorter white-haired boy was thoroughly puzzled. He might've understood it if a sheltered person from his former home Cronos didn't know about the West District - after all, he hadn't known about it until Nezumi had taken him to it, either. But there was no way anyone didn't know about the Holy City.

"Che," Kanda, feeling impatient, approached the boys and grabbed Shion by the collar of his white shirt, lifting him off the ground. "You're wasting my time. What country is this? Italy? Spain? France? England?"

"Kanda, put him down!" Allen yelled at the taller man, but he was ignored, of course.

"I-I told y-you, I-I don't know any of those places!" Shion said, flinching under the man's impressive glare.

"Fucking idiot. Are we in Europe?" Kanda shook the boy impatiently.

"I said I don't know!" Shion screamed, kicking himself free and slapping Kanda's hands away. "I'm new to the West District and…" he trailed off, eyes widening as he remembered where he'd heard all those names they'd said. It was at school, during his history lessons.

"What? What's wrong, Shion?" Allen asked the boy worriedly. Could it be that Kanda had scared him too badly?

"What century is this?" Shion asked.

"What?" Kanda and Allen said at the same time, albeit one sounding ruder than the other.

"What century is this?" Shion repeated.

"Um, the 19th century," Allen said, scratching his head.

Shion gasped, his hand flying to cover his mouth. His suspicious had been correct.

The men were insane.

"Why do you look so surprised, baka moyashi #2?" Kanda growled at the boy. "Are you retarded or something?"

Allen snapped his head towards the other exorcist at the mention of the nickname reserved for him, but Kanda didn't notice. "The year is 2013," Shion said, noticing how Kanda knew their language.

After a moment's silence, Kanda broke out into laughter, but Allen just looked at the shorter boy with a concerned expression. "Um, Shion, we really are in a hurry to somewhere. Could you take us to this Nezumi you said you'd ask?"

"What could a rat tell him anyway?" Kanda scoffed. "Let's go find someone else to ask."

"No, matte kudasai, Kanda-san!" Shion called the dark-haired man, who had been turning away from them.

Now that he thought about it, it was very unlikely that two men would wander around thinking they were in the 19th century. Even if, against all odds, they had the same mental condition that caused that, surely they'd have been fixed by No. 6 doctors by now, or institutionalized inside the city. Besides, they dressed very oddly, and Shion doubted they had found the black uniforms in the Western District, or even in the city. They also spoke the language that had been most popular before the War. As he considered the possibility that the men really were from the past, and had somehow been transported there, Shion grew curious, and desperately wanted to know more about them.

"Nezumi isn't an animal, he's my friend. He knows a lot about the West District, and he might be able to help you. If you don't believe me about this being the year 2013, you could ask him. But I'm telling the truth, I swear," Shion said.

"…I believe you, Shion," Allen spoke after a pause. Kanda turned to look at him incredulously. "What? It's not like having doors open to different places in the world is any less weird. Why couldn't it have taken us to sometime in the future?"

Without another word, Kanda grabbed Shion by the shirt again, only this time he didn't lift him off the floor, just pulled his face close to his own. The smaller boy felt his heart speed up at having someone so similar to Nezumi that close, but tried not to show signs of it on his face.

All the while, Kanda carefully searched his expression for telltale signs of lies - or insanity. He found nothing but blatant honesty, though. The moyashi might be an airhead, but he had had a point with what he'd said earlier. It wasn't entirely unbelievable that the White Ark could take them to a strange alternative universe where there was another moyashi with the same oyaji hair and cursed eye.

He didn't have time to let go of the boy before he felt the sharp bite of a blade at his throat.


As the afternoon sky darkened outside, Nezumi started pacing his underground hideout. The airhead was usually home by this hour, stirring a pot of soup and waiting with an excited "Okaeri!" and a smile on his face. However, this time Nezumi had found the place empty after he arrived from his daily errands, and - though he'd never admit it - he grew worried.

The West Block was a dangerous place to be in at night, and Shion wouldn't be able to defend himself if it came down to it. The airhead would probably let violent thieves beat him up and apologize to me later, Nezumi thought. Telling himself he was only doing it to save himself the trouble later, Nezumi went out to look for the white-haired boy.

So to say he was surprised when he found not one, but two white-haired boys talking to a tall guy with hair as long as his Eve wig is an understatement. And then the Eve-wannabe grabbed one of the boys by the shirt and pulled their faces mere inches apart. Nezumi didn't think twice before he pulled out his knife and advanced on the stranger.

"Nezumi!" Shion gasped in relief when he saw his companion, but frowned when he saw what he has holding. "Hey, put that down!"

"Yeah, put it down if you want to live," Nezumi hissed at the slightly taller man.

"I was talking about your knife!" Shion protested at the same time that Kanda let him go to turn Mugen towards the dark-haired newcomer.

"So this is Nezumi?" Allen asked. "Kanda, drop your weapon."

"Che," Kanda didn't spare a glance at the exorcist, just continued glaring at Nezumi. "I don't like the look in his eye."

"Well, I don't like yours either," Nezumi snapped back in English, unafraid of the sword pointed his way. He held his knife, ready to pounce. "Shion, what's this?"

"They came from another dimension," the boy explained, and before the other could say anything, elaborated, "I know it sounds stupid, but they're from the past. They think this the 19th century, and they're looking for the continent of Europe."

"And you believed that?" Nezumi scoffed incredulously, "You really are an airhead, aren't you?"

"It's true, Nezumi!" Allen intervened, understanding their Japanese and replying in the same language. "I'm Allen Walker, and that is Kanda Yuu, and we're exorcists from the Black Order. We were supposed to go to Italy to investigate a supposed Akuma infestation, but after we stepped into the Ark, we were transported here instead."

Shion's eyes sparkled with curiosity at the new bits of information, but Nezumi didn't look convinced at all. "Stop fucking around, damn airhead. What's with that hair anyways?"

Shion frowned at having Nezumi notice the other's hair color. He once said it looked good on him… Did he think it looked good on Allen, too? "Akuma? As in demons?" he asked, shaking off the unwanted feelings.

"Yeah. They are creatures created of human souls that are forced to obey the Millennium Earl and the Noah family. They kill humans by infecting them with Dark Matter and giving them a virus that breaks down the infected," Allen explained.

"You're wasting my time, explaining all this to these people, baka moyashi," Kanda growled. "How do we get out of here?"

"The poisonous bees," Shion breathed, and every face turned towards him. "There's a parasitic bee infection in No. 6 that kills the host by aging them in a few seconds."

Allen and Kanda exchanged a look, and, after a second, Kanda broke the silence, "Could it be..?"

"I don't see why not," Allen replied. "I've never heard of Akuma manifesting themselves as insects, but there's always a first. It would explain why the Ark lead us here, at least."

During the entire exchange, Nezumi silently eyed Shion. The boy seemed convinced that the two strangers were indeed from another world, and although he was hesitant to believe such a farfetched tale - one that was more fit to be part of one of the numerous storybooks in his library than in real life - he found himself trusting Shion's judgement on this. After all, the airhead had a high IQ and all, proving he wasn't a complete idiot. Sure, his actions pretty much said the opposite, the way Nezumi saw it, but the taller boy still found himself losing some of his initial skepticism.

Besides, why would the men make up such an elaborate lie? If they'd wanted to hurt them, they could have killed Shion when he was alone, and there was nothing to be gained out of pretending to be from the past and killing human-souled demons. And even if they wanted to lie about their identity, wouldn't they have come up with something more believable?

"So you think the bees are demons?" Nezumi asked.

"Can you contact Headquarters?" Kanda asked Allen, ignoring the other man with the blade. Allen clicked on his golden earring, and shook his head.

"Well, why don't you come stay with us? We can go to No. 6 tomorrow so you can search for the Akuma bees," Shion offered.

"Who're you inviting into my home, airhead?" Nezumi growled at the white-haired boy.

"Be quiet, Nezumi. This way, Walker-kun, Kanda-san," Shion said, motioning for the men in uniform to follow him.

"I'm not going anywhere with this sewer rat─" Kanda said.

"I'm not letting this long-haired homo into my house─" Nezumi said at the same time.

Hearing the others' words, they turned their blade against each other again, throwing menacing glares and snapping insults. Allen and Shion observed their partners bicker, watching the identical vein pop out onto their forehead and the sinister aura behind them.

"The resemblance…" Shion whispered.

"… is startling," Allen muttered.

"Shall we go, Walker-kun?" the shorter white-haired boy suggested, smiling warmly at the other.

"I think so, Shion," the other replied with an equally friendly smile. They started walking, leaving the two bickering dark-haired men behind.

Allen, being Allen, got distracted by the sight of the mostly destroyed area, and wandered off away from Shion. When the other boy noticed he wasn't walking beside Allen anymore, he had a moment of panic, thinking he might've gone back to his dimension. But then he saw the exorcist, and hurried to his side.

"Please don't wander off by yourself, Walker-kun. Nezumi's always telling me this isn't a safe place to in on your own," Shion lightly scolded.

"Sorry," Allen laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I get lost a lot, for some reason."

Shion just smiled and grabbed Allen's left hand, planning on holding onto it so the other didn't stray off again. But when he clasped it, Shion felt that the boy's hand felt… odd… under the white glove he wore. Noticing his reaction, Allen smiled and explained, "That's the hand of my Innocence."

"Your… Innocence?" Shion repeated dumbly, cocking his head to the side.

"Innocence is what we exorcists use to defeat Akuma and save their human souls. Mine is the parasitic type, not a weapon like Kanda's, and it takes the form of my whole left arm," Allen told him.

"Eh?" Shion raised his eyebrows. "May I see?"

"Sure. I'll show you whenever we get to… wherever we're going," Allen said.

"Yosh! Let's go, Walker-kun," he said, and pulled the glove-clad hand towards the underground hideout, eager to see Allen's so-called Innocence. Allen laughed, letting himself be pulled along.

"Shion? Just call me Allen, okay? It's weird to be called Walker-kun," Allen's said, happy at having made a new friend.

"Nn," Shion agreed, equally happy. "I wonder how Nezumi and Kanda-san are getting along…"

"I hope Kanda doesn't try to hurt Nezumi. He has the habit of doing that to the Finders. Well, not outright hurting, just intimidating," Allen mused.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Shion replied. "Nezumi can handle himself."


Sometime later, Allen's growling stomach got everyone to turn towards him and Kanda to snicker. After Shion and Allen had arrived at the hideout, it wasn't long before the other two showed up, with Nezumi claiming that he didn't want "oyaji-haired strangers" in his home while he wasn't there. Kanda had just tagged along, sporting his usual ill-natured expression.

"Hungry, Allen?" Shion asked.

"A little," Allen admitted.

"I'll make some soup," the other replied.

"Hmph. You'd better make an entire cauldron of it if you want to kill his hunger," Kanda muttered.

"Shut up!" Allen hissed at the exorcist, then smiled nicely at Shion. "Don't listen to him, Shion. Anything is fine, thank you."

"Oh, so you're a big eater, hm? That's okay, I'll make plenty for all," the white-haired boy said, taking out all the pans they had.

"Don't go wasting all my food, damn airhead," Nezumi muttered darkly.

"Hmm… I'll give you a goodnight kiss for it later," Shion smiled at him, catching Nezumi off guard.

"Ehh..? Kiss, huh? Who's the long-haired homo now, sewer rat?" Kanda mocked, laughing. Nezumi bared his teeth at him, a vein popping onto his forehead.

"You shouldn't tease Kanda about his hair, Nezumi," Allen said, an evil smile on his face, "He's very testy about it. He doesn't like people touching it, and he almost killed our friend Lavi when he tried to braid it."

Nezumi threw his head back in laughter, shaking with its intensity and clutching at his stomach, "B-braid? Braid his hair!"

"I'll kill you, fucking moyashi!" Kanda yelled at Allen, drawing out his sword.

"It's Allen, Bakanda!" the shorter exorcist yelled back.

"Ah ah ah, no need to get violent," Shion intervened, coming in between the two exorcists and waving his arms at Kanda. "Allen and Nezumi are just kidding, Kanda-san. I think your hair is very beautiful."

Nezumi suddenly didn't find the situation so funny anymore, and glared at Kanda. The exorcist looked surprised, and though he tried his best to hide it, flattered. He lowered his blade and Shion smiled, satisfied, before going back to his cooking. Allen just watched the exchange, biting his lip.

When the food was served, Allen dug right in, finishing his rather generous portion in a few seconds. Nezumi and Shion stared at him with wide eyes, while Kanda only snorted, unsurprised. The young exorcist didn't seem to notice though, and just refilled his bowl, humming happily.

"So, since you two speak Japanese... Is this Japan?" Allen asked.

"That's what it used to be called, yes," Shion told him.

"How did the world become…this?" Kanda asked idly, eyeing his bowl of soup. He would much have preferred it to be soba, but when he saw Shion looking at him expectantly, he started eating.

"The Babylon Treaty. In a previous war, the race that lost the greater half of its inhabitable land outlawed all armaments, and created a city state to govern the remaining six areas. And No. 6 is one of those areas," Shion repeated the words he was taught what seemed to be years in the past, but was only really a few months ago.

"So why is this place such a dump?" asked Kanda, thinking that the soup didn't taste all that horrible.

"It's the dump of No. 6, where all the unwanted criminals and runaways are deposited," Nezumi explained grudgingly.

"So is this No. 6 a really bad place then?" Allen asked, then resumed his eating, looking at Shion and Nezumi from the rim of his bowl.

"Yeah─" Nezumi answered.

"No─" Shion said at the same time. The white-haired boy gave the taller one a pointed look, and Nezumi just snorted and looked away. "It's not a bad place. There are a lot of good people there, but some are just misguided."

"There's no such thing as a misguided person," the Japanese exorcist said. "Only those who deserve to die."

"You're wrong, Kanda-san," Shion said, emphatic.

Dinner was mostly eaten in silence after that.


Nezumi went off to take a shower as soon as they were done and the dishes were cleaned. Kanda then proceeded to sit on the floor against the wall, claiming that he was tired and had to get his rest for the next morning. With the two white-haired boys as alone as they'd get, Allen offered to show Shion his Parasitic left arm, knowing how eager the other was to see it.

"Yes, yes," Shion ran to the bed he and Nezumi shared and patted it excitedly. "Over here, Allen."

Allen went over to the bed and sat down where Shion indicated. Without further warning, the smaller of the two moved to stand directly in front of him and started undoing the buttons of Allen's uniform, pushing the dark material down his shoulders when he was done. Allen observed the other curiously as he took each of his hands and carefully removed his white gloves, letting them rest on the bed next to the black and white jacket. Allen couldn't help but notice how warm Shion's fingers were as they skidded over his pale skin.

"Sugoi," Allen heard Shion say, getting his attention back. "The skin of your left arm is jet black! And these…" the boy whispered, almost to himself, as he trailed his fingers down Allen's arm, "The skin here is almost scale-like."

"And there's more," Allen said, raising his right arm and holding Shion's shoulder to keep him in place while he extended his other arm to the side. "Innocence, activate!"

Shion watched in utter amazement as a white-hooded cowl with a masquerade mask attached to it and a fuzzy white sleeve of Innocence energy was formed over Allen's shoulders, covering his previously bare shoulders and right arm. His left hand grew slender, and razor sharp claws extended from his black nails, with arrow-shaped markings forming along his shoulder blade. His hair also changed, growing out from its parted flat style and into a spiky rear.

Entranced, Shion inched closer to Allen, who was still sitting on the bed, and smoothed his hand down his mutated arm, feeling the texture under it. The young exorcist merely observed the other, curious about the pink scar under his eye and around his neck. There was no way it could be a curse, too, right? But Allen couldn't think of anything that would leave such a scar on a person.

"Hey, Shion… How did this happen?" he asked, lifting a finger and lightly touching the pink mark under the boy's eye.

"I was infected by the parasitic bee," Shion replied, looking up at him. "Nezumi saved me, but I was left with this," he touched his neck, "And the eyes and hair."

"Ehh?" Allen said a bit too loudly, then glanced Kanda's way to make sure the other was still asleep. He relaxed when he saw his eyes were closed, the looked back at Shion. "But the only ones who survive Akuma infections are exorcists with parasitic Innocence, like me!"

Shion shrugged, "Well, I have no Innocence."

Allen wasn't quite satisfied with it left at that, but decided it was not the time. "So where does it end?" he asked casually, tracing the line on the other's face and neck.

"Ah, um," Shion blushed, almost triggering Allen's own blush. Did he just ask something inappropriate? "It goes all around my body."

"Really? Can you show it to me?" Allen asked.

"I guess that's only fair," Shion nodded, then started unbuttoning his turquoise sweater. After that was off, he did the same with his white collared shirt, blushing again when Allen pushed it open with his right hand. Allen scooted closer to the edge of the bed, eye-level with Shion's chest, and let his transformed arm morph back into his regular one. The other watched with slight disappointment as his claws retreated into regular black finger nails and the white hood disappeared, but felt better about it again when Allen touched the scarred line on his abdomen with both hands. His fingers were feather light as they skimmed over the thick pink line, from its place on just under the side of his ribcage down to his abdomen and over his navel…

"Allen!" Shion gasped, heat rising to his cheeks again. "That's…I… I'm… It's kind of s-sensitive… there…"

"What, here?" the exorcist inquired, retracing the path the pink scar line made. Shion nodded, embarrassed. "It's kind of…" Allen trailed off.

"Kind of what?"

"…Alluring," Allen hesitated, then mumbled, "Sexy."

Shion's knees buckled as the other's fingers curved over the line where it met his hipbone, and he reached out, grabbing Allen's shoulders to keep his balance. "Nezumi said that, too," he breathed.

"Yeah?" Allen said, looking up at the boy who now hovered directly above him, white hair curtaining his face from all sides. Shion nodded, and Allen raised his hands to trace his scar where it ran up on his back over his shoulder blades. "I've been meaning to ask you this, actually… What's your relationship with Nezumi?"

"He's my most important person," Shion answered with no hesitation, but with a shaky voice.

"I think you're his most important person, too," Allen said.

"I know he cares about me," Shion allowed, "But I don't think our feelings are exactly the same."

"I think they are," Allen disagreed. "I saw the way he looks at you. And he came right to your rescue when he saw Kanda bullying you."

"Nezumi's always saving me," the shorter boy said, smiling softly. His knees buckled again when he felt Allen's fingernails raking his back softly, and he folded his legs on the bed, straddling the exorcist's lap and sitting on his knees. He looked up to see if the close proximity made the other uncomfortable, but Allen just smiled at him.

Shion gently pushed away his white bangs away from his forehead, exposing more of the reddish star just over his eyebrow. "Is this a tattoo?" he asked, tracing a finger over the design.

"No… it's a curse," Allen told him. First Shion look startled, then worried. "It allows me to see the trapped human souls of Akuma."

"Who gave you the curse?" Shion asked, frowning. He hated the idea of watching human souls suffering within the demons. He felt terribly sorry for Allen.

"My father," he said. Shion opened his mouth, seemingly to ask something else, but Allen pressed a finger to his lips to stop him. "It's a long story. You don't need to be burdened with it."

"But I want to help," Shion protested. "Even if it's just to have you get it off your chest." Allen shook his head, and Shion saw he was about to deny him again, so he cupped the other's cheeks gently and said, "Go ahead, Allen. Please. You won't burden me, I swear."

And so Allen told Shion all about how the Millennium Earl took advantage of those who were in grief over their loved ones' deaths by offering to resurrect them and creating Akuma out of them. He told him how he'd been abandoned as a child because of his "deformed" arm, and how Mana had adopted him and taken care of him. He told him that he'd been visited by the Earl when Mana had died, and that he had accepted the offer, only to be sliced and cursed by him when he'd come to as an Akuma.

By the time he was done, Allen was shaking, suppressing the tears that threatened to spill over. And then Shion was suddenly there, hugging him and smoothing his back, whispering words he couldn't quite make out. When Allen lifted his face, Shion kissed him full on the lips. Allen was startled at first, opening his eyes wide into the kiss and seeing Shion had his closed. It was only a closed-mouth kiss, but Shion didn't pull away after a second, just kept their lips pressed together, as if to hush the exorcist.

Allen's eyes slowly drifted shut, and, wrapping his arms around Shion's waist, he parted his lips under his. Feeling himself get dragged up Allen's thighs, Shion gasped into the kiss, and almost immediately felt the heat of Allen's tongue inside his mouth. With both being unexperienced, the kiss was sloppy and wet, but it wasn't awkward, and they were both moaning and panting by the time they broke away.

"Hah," Shion panted, sagging against Allen, who was also trying to catch his breath. He felt the smaller boy's hot breath on his bare chest, and noticed how his skin was hot, too. He shifted his hold to Shion's hips and ran the tip of his nose down the skin of his neck.

"A-Allen," Shion covered his mouth to stifle a moan, and arched his back when he felt the hot tip of the exorcist's tongue lick at the shell of his ear. "Nn, Allen!"

At the sound of Shion's loud moan, both white-haired boys turned to check if they'd disturbed Kanda's sleep.

Only to find the Japanese exorcist staring at them, Nezumi standing right beside him, gripping at the towel hanging low on his hips.

"K-Kanda─" Allen stuttered.

"N-Nezumi─" Shion gasped at the same time.

Both of them blushed furiously, and between that and the flush of arousal already coloring their faces, looked like ripe tomatoes.

"What are you doing?" Kanda asked, in a tone nothing like his usual angry tone.

"That was definitively not a goodnight kiss," Nezumi stated, bracing himself against the wall at his back.

"Kanda, Nezumi… How long have you two been watching?"


A/N: Japanese phrases you most likely already know, but just to be sure:

Baka - stupid

Moyashi - bean sprout

Oyaji - old man

Matte kudasai - please wait

Yosh - enthusiastic affirmative

Sugoi - amazing