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Now, without any further ado, I present you this second chap! =]

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2nd Chapter

The things that never were

The walk towards the place where Kanda's unmistakable voice was coming from felt to Allen an eternity to reach. His head was aching and his breath was becoming more laboured, small beads of sweat were forming at both sides of his forehead and were rolling down his soft features. Certainly his endless months of starving and sleepless nights were catching up to him by now. 'If only I had known…' Ceasing on his walk for a little bit, the grey-eyed stopped for a minimal break, then, casting aside his tiredness and dizziness he continued with his weary stroll. It didn't matter if he felt like fainting on the spot, he was certain he would be meeting his love tonight. And with all the luck he was holding onto, he wouldn't let him fade away like last time.

'Not again…'

Allen could discern the place a tad better now. It was taking him great effort to keep on going and not tripping as he walked, his sloppy yet steady steps finally took him out of the garden and into a more beautiful open area. If he could take the time to look around, this garden would definitely be the kind of place where he would spend his everyday afternoons at leisure alongside his love.

'We could always come back here and chat over some tea while we catch up to the latest of what has been, and maybe then… we could, do something more…'

Shaking those distractive thoughts aside and dreading the minutes that went by, the boy continued walking whilst his mind bombarded him with lame introductions and not so helpful questions. What was he going to say to the other teen once he had him in front? How will he react? What will he say to him after all this time? What will Kanda look like after a year of not having seen him?

'Silly…' The little boy thought amusedly, 'Surely, he hasn't changed that much.' chuckling slightly at the last answer of his many questions.

It had only been one year after his love's disappearance and Allen was certain that Kanda hadn't changed that much in any way, not physically nor socially. As far as he could remember, his Kanda was a stubborn, handsome teen with a though character and hard to keep up with; the white-haired had come to realise this several times in the past. But, no matter how impolite Kanda acted, Allen loved that young teenager for everything he was. Having seen him behave so ruthlessly towards others before didn't seem to mind the white-haired one bit. In front of the boy's eyes, Kanda was different in every way.

'Because he loves me…'

However, there was still a bothersome question that lingered deep within. He had been fourteen years back then, it had been his first time at giving something so special and thus, he had given everything he possessed… Would Kanda then remember that night?

'What if, he doesn't remember at all?'

The tired boy shook his head from side to side, 'No.' swaying a little at the dizziness coming forth. 'I'm sure he remembers.'

That was the last of his questions fading away and Allen decided not to give it too much of a thought. After all, it was pointless to keep on thinking in such a way.

Relief written all over a childish face, the owner looked up at the few metres still remaining between him and the welcoming doormat. He tightened the grip on the pocket watch he held unconsciously, heart rate increasing with each passing moment. This is now or never. Whatever happened, the grey-eyed would be seeing his lover after knocking on that door, welcoming him with wide open arms, and then, they will be holding each other after so long.

Though, "Kanda." things didn't seem to be ticking on his side…

...

Inside the small mansion, the teenaged referred to as Kanda Yuu was currently giving his thanks to all the guests that had bothered to assist to his birthday party that serene night. And why not, while being there, he was also introducing everyone his beautiful fiancé as well.

"Who is she Kanda?"

"What's her name?"

"You made a good pick Kanda!"

"She's absolutely gorgeous!"

"Are you really serious with this girl Kanda?"

"Congratulations!"

Those and the like were comments his friends gave him in question as the blue navy-haired walked hand in hand with the shorter dark-haired girl as they passed.

To be quite frank, he had met the girl a year and a couple of months ago at the end of a piano concert by mere coincidence. It turned out the concert wasn't what he was hoping for and it so happened it was something he couldn't escape from either. One of his annoying friends had dragged him to it against his will. 'That baka usagi…'

The encounter had been very simple that night: she had bumped carelessly into him at the end of the stairs at the exact time when he was deserting the place. A stammered reply and a blush had been given instead of a firm reply, then a couple of words had been exchanged between them both and then everything had been settled. As awkward as it may have been, they ended up being together.

As they walked among friends and guests, Kanda Yuu caught a glimpse of his fiancé standing at his right. "My name's Lenalee Lee." What was this aching feeling that still dare bother him nowadays? "Please to meet you." Why now? "Kanda!" Even though when his own heart was willing to find out thoroughly, there was no time to ponder once again as he was interrupted by another series of questions.

"How did you end up with this man Lenalee dear?"

"Yeah, this guy's so cold!"

"No denying it."

"Quit it!"

"Common Kanda, we're joking!"

Retailing memories of how they met to the ones who asked, the young teenager followed a faint trail left by his past. Truth be told, he had never expected to fall in love with a girl - or anyone for that matter - who was entirely the opposite of him. That, and his heart was craving for something totally different that couldn't be found anywhere around.

"That's unbelievable Lenalee-san, I can't seem to picture him"

"But Yuu is admirable, he is kind and sweet-…"

"Please! Hearing kind and sweet in the same sentence don't seem to fit Mr. Ice here."

"But it's the truth!"

"Ne, Yuu, what's your opinion on this? Are you or are you not sweet?"

By this point, the referred boy wasn't listening anymore. He could hear his friends and fiancé talking faintly in the distance as his mind began to wander back to that specific time when he had been taken to that concert…

"Yuu?"

"Lenalee, please, tell us about the time when…-"

Completely immersed in his thoughts now, he felt the need to question his own soul in search of answers. He had felt something stir upon assisting to that concert. One of the pieces the pianist had played had awoken a foreign feeling that lay dormant deep in his heart, as if someone special had played that piece just for him… somewhere before…

'But who?'

What was that feeling rescinding within him since then? He many times wondered, though there was no answer to give. He had never felt this overwhelmed in his life and yet, he couldn't find the answer as to 'why'. Something definitely changed from that point on, as if he could feel someone was waiting for him in a faraway place, patiently. His heart often ached and his dreams were always full of a beautiful face he couldn't quite discern; so radiant, so cheerful, so innocent and so sweet. He could only remember a warm, sincere smile the day after his sleep, leaving him to ponder: 'Who are you?'

Then, he met Lenalee. He had, at least, expected to have some sort of bond with her, to have something special and maybe, that she was the one he had been dreaming on but there was nothing… he didn't feel nothing…

"So, tell me Yuu-" An annoying voice broke Kanda off his musings, making him spat at the other teen automatically. "How many times have I told you not to call me that baka usagi?"

The aforesaid replied with an air of nonchalance. "Ninety-four times, nearly a hundred; but I love your first name Yuu!"

"I don't like it when you say it." Bad choice. Upon hearing this, the red-haired smiled wickedly. "Oh, then I bet you like it when your lovely fiancé says it whenever you and her are in a more intimate position."

"We haven't gone that far baka usagi." The reply was given with indifference, somewhat making a surprised Lenalee gap at his boyfriend. "Yuu!"

'And I don't like it when you do it either.'

Probably, Kanda's mood swing had something to do with the small reverie he had mere seconds ago, but really, who could blame him. His dreams enveloped him by this feeling he couldn't quite comprehend, taking him farther and farther each time he slept. However, the face of the one he was with still remained a mystery to him. He could clearly remember the moves and faint touches of the other, the soft murmurs and the lovely sighs… His dreams were beyond reach and the person behind them was certainly somebody special to him. But how, when and why, were answers Kanda couldn't possibly dare to grasp.

'Maybe, they're dreams of my past life.'

"Kanda, why don't you show us how much Lenalee means to you?"

'Or memories of somewhere in time… If so, who's waiting for me?'

"Yuu~!" Once again, he was interrupted from further thinking.

"Stop calling me Yuu!" The aforesaid warned, glaring daggers at the red-haired teen standing inches away. "And don't stand so close!"

"Well then show us Yuu," The green-eyed shoved Kanda's fiancé right in front of him. "Show us how you and Lenalee make contact with your… you know what." Kanda could easily pass this silly request and elaborate a believable excuse so as not to kiss the girl in front of him before so many watchful eyes. "Make us believe." He wasn't in the mood to be showing off and much less in front of these many guests. Besides, he didn't feel it in him to express such love anymore. "Kanda, please?" Now the request came from a different voice. "It's just a kiss."

Looking down at his fiancé, Kanda inwardly growled. He couldn't refuse her in front of this people now or that'd made her cry, thus making him look like an idiot. "Okay, but just one and that's it, understand baka usagi!"

"Hai~!"

Raising both arms the blue navy-haired held Lenalee by the waist, bringing her close to his form. Then, while freeing one arm, he tipped up her chin and slowly descended until his lips touched hers, eyes sliding close while he kissed her as lightly as he could so as not to give any sign that he wanted to take it further. Soft gasps were herd echoing all around them and claps were resonating everywhere.

"Happy now?" With arms still held in place and a very flushed Lenalee in his arms, Kanda slowly opened his glaring eyes and looked at the crowd to focus on his most annoying friend. But in exchange, what greeted him, made him root to the spot.

There, with almost tears in his eyes, stood the white-haired boy, with a beautiful saddened face and a very tiny smile. "Kanda" He voiced, the aforesaid was able to make that out as the boy slowly walked towards them.

'W-Who…'

The crowd wasn't really paying attention and Lenalee was over the moon to even acknowledge the boy's presence; who was walking very tentatively to where his love was standing. While Allen was approaching, he felt his heart shatter in million pieces. He had witnessed the kiss, and he had witnessed the way Kanda held that girl. It was like those old times when he did the same to him. But… this time, it wasn't him who was being held by him. He wasn't being greeted.

'Kanda has forgotten…'

"…" Something seemed different… that feeling was back, and it was getting stronger.

"I've missed you Kanda…" The boy tried once standing in front of the blue navy-haired, smiling widely and very warmly despite feeling miserable.

"…" He seemed familiar somehow…

A delicate white brow furrowed slightly downwards upon seeing no reaction from the other teen. The grey-eyed cast his gaze to the floor, looking at the pocket watch in his grasp; it was beginning to glow dimly. "Please…" Holding back tears of pure sadness, he gently grabbed the startled Kanda's hand and placed the small trinket in his hand, enclosing his long fingers carefully around it. Then, looking straight into those deep eyes that once held nothing but love for him, the young boy softly whispered while a tear unavoidably roll down his cheek. "Come back to me." With that last, the boy turned around and strode as fast as he could from there. The crowd around Kanda didn't notice anything, as if what had happened had been just between Kanda and Allen himself.

"That voice…"

~2b-continued~

(A/N): So, what do you think? Please, pardon any mistakes ^^;

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