A/N: So sorry for the long wait. Like, half a year late! I have my reasons, but for now you can read…If you still want, that is.

Disclaimer: I do not own dgm.

Chapter 2 : Putting a Moyashi to Sleep

The first thing Allen registered through the fogginess of his currently dead brain was that he felt groggy. Really, really groggy. As his brain finally decided to assist him by waking up, he registered all the other feelings that accompanied his waking, like the fact that, for reasons unknown, he was also dizzy. Hungry too…and thirsty, not that any of it mattered to him at that particular moment. Right now he felt quite content of having woken up with something soft beneath him.

Shifting slightly, he let out a contented sign. It had been a while since he had last slept on something so comfortable. A really long while, considering he couldn't remember when that last time had been. With his master, he usually slept on the floor. It didn't matter whether they were staying inside one of the most expensive hotels the alcoholic bastard liked to spend the night at with the many different women he associated himself with, or if it was some random abandoned cottage they found after running away from the many debt collectors his master owed money to.

What was to consider? He still ended up on the floor anyway. To him, it was just a matter of the floor being clean, wet, dusty, smelly, rough, smooth, and all the other textures associated with the floor. Two things never really change though, because no matter what, floors are always hard and cold. So not like the one he was currently on that was soft and warm.

On the other hand, he though, he had been quite thankful. After he started playing the game with his master, he had had to sleep on more than just the floor. Over a hundred different things to be more exact. Nothing of which could ever compare to it concerning solidness and all that jazz. Yep, he was thankful alright. At least then he could actually sleep a wee bit more properly than he usually did, though not like he had been able to under the circumstance he was currently in. Especially since he was catching up, and so he had to double his effort in order to…

"SHIT!" His eyes snapped open as he sat up and moved his legs to the side of the bed, which he couldn't really see since his vision was still pretty much unfocused, not to mention that the light that illuminated the room was pretty dim. Lunging forward, he propelled himself allllll the way to the floor in a tangled heap.

Allen could've sworn he saw stars dancing in front of his eyes, and would've counted how many he saw pass by, if only the mind numbing pain racking body wasn't bloody distracting him!

"Great… of all the damn times…I just had to get cramps now. Brilliant. Just absolutely bloody brilliant." He mumbled to himself sulkily as he waited for the pain to reach a bearable level.

Sighing and flinching at the pain that shot through him for a moment, he allowed his eyes to adjust to the lighting provided by the lamp he sure was situated beside the bed on the nightstand. As much as he actually wanted to prove that theory, moving at the moment would just cause him pain. Pain he would rather not put himself in thank you very much.

Moving on to more descriptive aspects of the place he had woken up on, he realized that the room he was currently in was huge. Huge enough for him to get lost in if ever the place were turned into a single house. Scanning as far as his unmoving body allowed him to, he silently appreciated the structure and extravagance of the room.

A door was situated some feet below him, while the bed he was sleeping on lay parallel to an enormous window covered in beautifully decorated curtains. Contemplating longer, he decided that windows couldn't be that huge and settled at the idea of it being some kind of sliding glass doors. That was as far as he could see above his head with him not moving from his position on the floor. To the side of the door, or straight in front of him if you must, was what he could only describe as an overly accessorized…clothe…area…thingy…He frowned. It was nice, but not his type.

He thought for a second. Rooms this huge were never complete without its own bathroom. It was just not possible. Seeing as nothing of the sort stood in his line of vision, he quickly concluded that it was somewhere behind him.

'Damn…whoever found me must be filthy rich if he decided to put a stranger in such a luxurious room…'He thought as he finally forced his body into a sitting position and disentangled the sheets coiled around his legs. 'I swear though.' He trailed off putting the sheets back on the bed he just realized was king size….he twitched. 'If this "savior" of mine is some kind of sick fat filthy pervert…' He supported himself on the bed. 'I…' and shakily stood up 'will not pull my punches-' "Bloody hell, shit!" He yelped and fell back on the bed with an impressively loud crack sounded from somewhere in his back.

'It's just from the strain, it's just from the strain, it's just from the- goodness it hurts…' he chanted as he twitched at the memory of his fight and the little girl. A moment later, he smiled his poker smile, remembering his parting words accompanied by the very same smile he wore that instant.

"Night night pitiful akuma", he had said, before giving them a good lights out. His smile quickly disappeared when he remembered his situation again, slowly replaced by an irritated, childish pout.

Remembering how much hell he was going to be forced to pay if he delayed more than he already had, he moved his protesting body, flexing them before glancing at the bed and slowly making it up. Pervert or not, the person still helped him, and he was discourteous enough, not waiting to thank the person for the help. The least he could do was make the bed. He didn't have any paper to put his thankfulness in either.

That done, he moved to the should be sliding doors and pulled the curtains out. It was already night, and he was happy to at least have that to his advantage, though he still twitched since the only thing he saw outside the closed glass were the top of the trees that surrounded the clearing. He tried shaking the door open and sighed after a few moments when it refused to budge. Then again, it was kind of better that way. He saw the top portion of the trees after all. It would be suicide to try that way out.

Moving instead to the door, he gave the room one last glanced before looking down at himself. A long sleeved button down shirt in plain white and baggy shorts. He never did like shorts. They were to…revealing in a manner of speaking.

'I hope they don't get mad at me for leaving without a work. Hopefully, not returning these clothes won't be considered stealing too…' he trailed off wrenching the door open as slowly as he could and stepped out the wide, wide maze of a corridor. His jaw dropped open and his left eye gained a spasm attack.

"…You…have got to be kidding me!" he started sweating buckets, moving his head left and right before a sigh escaped his lips.

"And this is just a single floor isn't it?"

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A lot of ideas had screwed itself shut into the mind of the general population, mainly those who lived with him within the walls of his not so humble abode, concerning the walks he often took in the middle of the night. Some of them believed he did it because it helped him relax and made his sleep a lot more comfortable. Others thought it was because he liked to train in the middle of the night as some form of ancient Japanese way of the sword discipline. Others went as far as to accuse him of seeing someone and doing…things with them that he did not want anyone to know about, while the idiot usagi proclaim he, Yu Kanda, the owner of the house did it because he liked to patrol the place and insure everyone's safety and some shit like that. Kanda's conclusion?

Bullshit.

What the fuck were guards for and the expensive security system if he still had to make sure no one dared to get into his property? 'Tch. Can't those pesky people fucking mind their own business?' Apparently not. What the hell was with them and making uselessly absurd rumors anyway? He was definitely giving them extra work, and he was killing the one who made the 'seeing someone' versions, as well as the usagi.

Because, no, walking up in the middle of the night did not and never helped him go to sleep. If any, it only disrupted his sleeping pattern, which in turn, disrupted his schedule and resulted to him having a foul mood for the rest of the day. No, he did not have a fucking midnight ritual, because those were for crazy people with cults. He did not wake up at night to see some fucking random person who probably would have died the moment said person tried climbing over the fence, and most importantly, he did not patrol the night to ensure everyone's fucking safety. He never wanted himself to be awake to begin with, not like he had to try since he was usually always kept awake. And out of all thing, it was always because of his god. Damned. Intuition.

Yes, that's what's been keeping him awake. A stupid fucking foreboding feeling that told him something out of the ordinary was going to happen. It was always right too, but it didn't change the fact that he was still irritated.

Now, here he was. Again, walking around the outside of his house, waiting for whatever shit it was that was going to happen.

"Tch", he sighed, irritated, before he leaned against a tree a little ways away from his house' front door. Brushing a few strands hair out of his face, he then moved to adjust the strap of sword to a more comfortable position. there was nothing else he could do but wait. He hadn't even bothered to change to his sleeping clothes this time. The feeling was that strong, and wondering what it was that could possibly happen was not helping him one bit.

He already had one anomaly plaguing his house. He did not with for another.

Two days ago, the idiot usage had brought home a beaten and bruised stranger he had mistook for a woman. A bit more of a closer inspection and a statement from the usage proclaiming that "it", was a she, proved him otherwise, and squinting a bit more at the person made him realize that this stranger was the exact same person he had stolen something from that day. How very fucking convenient.

What annoyed him more was the usagi's persistence of taking said stray in at least until he was fully healed. Like hell he would allow another free loader into his house!

Of course, in the end, he still did allow the person to stay, if only he could get a month's worth of the idiot not pestering him or calling him by his first name, aside from his claim of it being "dishonorable" to leave a person in need. Tch. He really was going to murder the usage later.

As for the stranger, he would admit to the fact that the white haired child intrigued him to a certain extent. Even with all the bandages wrapped around his scrawny frame, it was impossible to miss his obvious better than normal looks that leaned more to the opposite gender. There was more to it though.

That first time, it wasn't the boys face that had caught his attention. No, that time, it was the feel of his presence, and the way he moved out of the way as not to crash into him, was what had caused him to try to take something out from the others pocket. He was different, that was for sure.

A sudden sound from in front of him made his head snap forward. Narrowing his eyes, he moved away from the tree and stalked forward more than pissed off.

'Tch. Speak of the fucking devil.', he thought and moved to unsheathe his sword.

Whatever the midget planned to do was not going to affect their deal. Like hell he would allow the usagi to get back on his words.

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Allen wasn't quite sure how long it took him took him just to get the first floor. The hose was bloody huge and just damn to big when no one even seemed to have been occupying place. "And here I thought this place was heavily guarded…" he mused, not that he was complaining, mind you. Quite the contrary, actually, cause if the place had been, he was sure he would have been caught the moment he stepped out of the room. Now here he was, just about ready to open the door leading outside the house. He found it a little odd though. The front door was the only one other than the room he had been in that was unlocked. Shrugging, he let the thought pass.

Stepping to the other side, he let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his temple. 'I am not stepping into this bloody maze ever again.' He thought.

Actually, the place was nowhere near a maze. Each wing had its own unique structure and design you could never confuse with the other.

'Stupid sense of direction.' He grumbled

Except if you were a certain Allen Walker who had taken forever to just to get out of the first floor alone.

Well, at least now he was back on ground level. He would have jumped around in joy too, if it weren't for the fact that he was out in the middle of the night, and that his still aching for have yet to stop its nagging. Good thing it was a little more bearable now.

Walking over to the entrance of the mansion, he couldn't help but admire the place. The ground was covered in elegantly placed bricks that seemed to circle all over the front, were he assumed cars would stop by to drop its passengers. Each side of the street was decorated with lamp posts that stretched out to as far as the road took it. In the middle of the entrance was, to his surprise, not a fountain, but a miniature park with a gigantic tree I the middle. The design was oval with grass surrounding its ground, elevated to up to his lower back. Benches will little roofs, all full of vine like flowers were found on either side of the stone paths that created small walkways in and out of the place. It was a beautiful and unique to look at, and he couldn't help but walk over to a single lamp post, leaning on it as he drank the sight in front of him.

All of a sudden, a long cold metal lightly pressed onto his neck, making him tense. It was soon followed by an irritated voice somewhere above his head.

"What the fucking hell are you doing here, brat?" Yep. Pretty irritated indeed. Allen gulped, before he slowly turned to look up, his silver eyes meeting intense blue ones. It was still for a moment as they continued to eye each other and Allen couldn't help but feel he had seen this person before. That was all he could really contemplate about, before movement flashed between them.

Kanda had raised his free hand, aiming for the back of the other teens neck, which, to his surprise, was only able to graze it.

The white haired teen had grabbed the blunt end of the blade, moving it up and outwards, before he bent forward and took hurried steps away from the other.

Turning to face his assaulter, Allen raised his hand in a surrendering gesture and started to wave them around frantically and stuttering with his words.

"I-It's not what you think! I didn't steal anything, honest! I just got really lost an-and-"

"Shut it midget. What the fuck are you out here? Get the hell back inside." Kanda hissed. This was the last thing Kanda needed right now. An excuse for the usagi to take back his words. He glared as he moved forward while the Allen instinctively moved back.

'Go back inside?' Allen thought a little bewildered. 'And here I thought he was going to skin me alive for setting foot on his-' "Gah!" he moved away just in time to avoid a hit aiming to knock him out. He moved away again.

"I said get the hell back inside beansprout. Do it now, or I'll make you." Kanda said as he readied himself for another attack. Allens eye twitched at the others words.

"Err…look, sir, I'm not sure what you're getting at by making me go back inside, but I really really need to be someplace else. I'm in a really tight schedule right now and as much as I appreciate your help, I can't stay here any longer. And please don't call me a beansprout." He said. Kanda just smirked, not dropping his stance.

"You're not going anywhere beansprout. You're going back inside even if I have to knock you out and drag you back to do it." The emphasis on the word beansprout struck a core inside the smaller teen, making his blood boil. He took a deep breath, letting it out just as slowly. 'Keep calm, keep calm. Nothing good happens from getting to worked-' "Stop thinking brat. Plants don't possess any brains." The man shouted, which in turn, made Allen loose his cool.

"Ok, now you've done it! Lest see if there really is some action under all that girly hair of yours jerk!" Allen said, his eyes narrowing as he also moving into a fighting stance.

They paused and looked at each other, checking for any form of opening. The air had suddenly grown tense. They were just looking at each other, waiting for that vulnerability to, in Kanda's opinion, knock the living daylights out of the beansprout and drag his sorry ass back inside, and Allen, to wipe the floor with arrogant bastard and get himself moving outa this place…which reminded him. He should've been doing that the moment he got out of the house.

The tension in the atmosphere suddenly disappeared almost like it was never there in the first place. Allen stepped out of his stance and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Um, sorry. I shouldn't be doing this. Ireallyhavetogonow, bye!" he said in one breath as he moved and sprinted to the other side. He looked like he was running away from the fight, which in a way, he actually was. Not because he was scared of course. He just really had to leave.

Kanda, however, had other plans as he lunged forward beside him and twisted himself to do a circular attack. Allen quickly backed away and cursed. He wasn't able to think about it any further as more attacks were sent his way. He was able to perfectly dodge the attacks, but not without losing his stamina.

Kanda, on the other hand, was getting really frustrated. While he secretly admired the boy for being able to him so easily in such a state, it was slowly turning into a bother, and as they both broke off, their breaths coming in short, Kanda made his decision.

For all everyone knew Kanda, he was never one for foul play. In his current situation, however, the choices were either to lose y allowing the brat to escape, get a bit more serious, knock him out, but make him end up severely injured, or use foul play… 'Tch. What a bother.' He thought as he scanned the surrounding area and noticed that the beansprouts back was facing away from the elevated platform.

'Alright. This calls for drastic measures.' Kanda thought as he took out a little vial from his belt that was attached just beside Mugen's sheath. It was a little something his female friends brother gave him. It was supposed to make any who drank it fall to sleep immediately. He was never really sure why he kept the damn thing, but at least he could finally put it to good use. Sheathing Mugen, he loosened the cap of the vial and stared at the unsuspecting boy in front of him. Without warning, he lunged forward.

Allen never knew what hit him. The next thing he felt was his lower body slamming into concrete, his head hitting grass filled soil, and his breath knocked out of his system. He gasped, but before he could so much as suck in a breath, warm lips covered his own, followed by a tongue slipping into his mouth along with a strange tasting liquid. He froze and his eyes went wide, but only for a few seconds before he started to struggle against the hold.

He wasn't able to. Kanda had been careful enough to secure both his legs on either side, making it impossible for him to hit something that would really hurt. Kanda's arm had pinned one of his own beside his head while the older man's other hand was cupping his ear to prevent him from moving his head. The man was also using height and weight to his advantage as Allen's free hand miserably tried to push the other away.

He was trapped. Quite impressively so under a man who was most obviously trying to make him swallow the liquid that was swirling around his mouth along with the tongue that was moving onto every corner of the wet orifice. Allen simply refused to do what the other man wanted.

Growling, Kanda move the hand from his faced and clasped his hair, jerking his head back. He pressed himself harder deepening the kiss to a choking level. Allen had made a muffled cry of surprise and pain and had ended up swallowing some of the in his mouth. He ended up downing in the rest when the man grabbed his thigh and pulled. That shocked him quite hard as his body was roughly pressed against the others in the process.

Allen soon became lightheaded. The combination of lack of air and the strange liquid he was forced to drink made him dizzy and his vision began to blur. All his energy left him, and through his half lidded eyes he could only see the silhouette of the persons face, before everything went black.

Kanda released his hold on the boy as soon as he went rigid, although a little reluctant to do so. He felt hot and was taking short intakes of breath. He stayed in the same position a little longer, relishing the heat the boy was giving off, before completely removing himself from the other, allowing him to slide down. He sat beside the sleeping form.

He was really pissed about having to result to foul play just to make sure the brat didn't escape, and the usagi, keep his promise. Glancing over at the boy he allowed his stare to linger, then smirked.

In the end he didn't really regret anything he had had done. On the contrary, he practically enjoyed it. The way he could still taste his sweetness even through the liquid? He was definitely going to get a second bottle, if only he could do everything all over again.

"Tch. At least you were worth the trouble, brat." He said as he hooked a hand around the boys shoulders, the other going under his knees, lifting him up. He adjusted his hold, making the boys head lean over his chest. He stared, admiring, a smirk once again making its way to his face.

"Yes…definitely worth the trouble."

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A/N: Waaaaiiiiii! I am sooo sorry for the 6 month hiatus! I really didn't mean for it to happen, but I really got confused with my writing style! I totally deserve a beating! First, a very long hiatus and then a crappy chapter update! Please tell me it wasn't that crappy, this chapter I mean! I really do apologize. And to think I was actually only supposed to post the edited first chapter alone under this new account and wait till August to post this one.

I'd also like to thank the following people: Aion Laven Walker, allen niichan, AnimePinkGirl, AmazinglyUntalented, Asa Ayame, Ashterah, baby-kitsune9, banana of the suna, blacksta1n, Beletharatowen, blacksta1n, blood-stained-rag-doll, bloodyredsilver, chibiallen, crimsonphoenix13, Darkbrokenreaper, Darkspider, darkX0Xninja, Devil Hinata, Fanmimicucuy, femaleJoey, Goga-tsuna, HounouNiTsubasa, hui yan, Ican'tDenyYou, iruka92, Iwonn, Jaime-chan, JapanManiac, Kamo-chan74, Kayday, Keplo Leutokalma, Kosei-Teki, Kuromerukaki, Kyurengo, Lala-tan, MaRshMelLoWS , ChoCoLATe, Maze Puppet, Michi-chan2, newXmoonXfox, Nimadel, Pay Backs a Bitch, ranmyaku-neko, Reineh, RyuNeko, seasnake.756, seaturtlesrox, Seriyuu, Shiinaanobaka, ShiroSakuraTenshi, SnowFoxAllen, Soulfightersu, Stoic-Genius, Tuli-Susi, Twilightdeath, Vampirelf, WrathofMugen, xXShadowedfateXx, and YamiGaia, for reviewing, adding the story as a favorite, and alerting! I really appreciated it!

Chapter 3 will be out next month since this is officially back, and the story will be renamed as "Accidental Deadstop". Crappy, yes, but better than the first.