This is the last chapter that GIR NYAN ALLEN CHAN did After this part I will be continuing the story based on my thoughts.
Kandas POV
The phoenix was white as snow and had a little Black spade marking the center of its chest. The tips of its wings were black as well as its entire tail. Razor sharp midnight colored talons protruded from the bends of its wings and feed had razor sharp talons as well. A glowing green cross was etched into the center of the spade on its chest, making it an accommodator. A red streak went from its right temple , across its closed eyes and ended at the right one. Black crosses were on the center of the inside and outside of its wings. All in all, it was a beautiful bird. The only problem was the gaping hole in its stomach that was dying its feathers red. I'm not one for helping other but something about this phoenix made me want to protect it. 'Maybe I'll call it Spades.'
Normal POV
Kanda took Spades into his warm room and set it down onto the small black coffee table by his bed. He got a rag and started to clean the wound, being Careful not to harm Spades further. Then he got a sewing kit he kept for emergencies and stitched it closed and bandaged it in gauze before moving Spades onto a pillow on his bed. Then he sat down in a small armchair by the fireplace he had build in to the wall of his room in the Order. The fire had gone out already and it had become cold in his room. So cold that if you got close to him you could see him slightly shivering, thought he would never admit it unless he was completely alone. Spades had woken up and noticed this however. He stood up and hobbled over to the chair Kanda was in and uses the four claws he had to climb the fabricated surface. Then crawled up into Kanda's lap and perched there, laying his head on Kanda's stomach.
Kanda's POV
Warmth and pleasure filled my body as Spades laid on my lap. I stroked his feathers without realizing it. They were soft and fluffy and felt more like fur than feathers to me. In fact , if it weren't for the shape I'd have mistook them for the soft coverage. My vision went black as my eyes drifted closed in sleep for the first time in weeks.
Kanda's Dream Normal POV
Two lovers lay against a tree in a field of fireflies, the moon and the stars peeking through the branches as the tall grass swayed in the wind. One was a man with waist long hair the color of midnight and eyes the color of the deepest depths of the ocean. he looked down to his lover, a man with shoulder length hair the of the moon and eyes the color of rain, who was sitting in his lap, his head against the older man's chest. The youth looked up. Both storm and ocean gases locked together, filled with love and admiration for the other. "Where are you, my little moyashi? Are you in the world still or up dancing with the star?" One asked the other.
"Heh heh, Bakanda." The other said smiling. "I'm here with you, all you have to do is figure out where I am with you. Open your eyes silly Baka, and find me." he finished , still smiling.
The ground crumbled and the moon and stars melted through the branches of the still standing tree. The moyashi-deemed one stood and disappeared into the sky, his words still present as an eco.
"Find me"
Kanda's dream end Kanda's pov
'What a weird dream.. Well,dream or not, I still have to find my Moyashi. My... That's right he's mine. I must have him back'
"Good morning Kanda-sama. Sleep well?" A melodic voice asked
"Who said that?" I asked looking around the room.
"Down here! On your lap!" The voice continued.