Disclaimer: I don't own dgray-man, © Katsura Hoshino-sama does.

Wingfy: Ahh, *exhales dreamily* wouldn't it be great if a yaoi fan-girl owned dgray-man and drew Kanda and Allen in a more 'intimate' position in the manga?
Kanda:
Hence dōujinshis exist -_-;
Wingfy: Watching the both of you is quite different =3
Allen: *blushes*

(A/N): Hey there! So very THANK YOU for the reviews, you, my dear readers, gave this poor authoress! Beside the point that you made my day, you made me go and jump off the highest mountain! *laughs wholeheartedly* Not really, I wouldn't be here if I had done that… but it felt that way to me when I read them! XD

Nee guys, I've been pondering over this for a while now, and I think that Allen's eyes are not that entirely grey. They seem to have a certain shade of a pale lilac to me, a violet-grey perhaps? Or you think they're plain charcoal? What do you think? From my part, I just don't know, maybe I'm going crazy; too much sugar =3

Anyway, thanks for putting up with me and for adding this story to your alert/fav lists! Enjoy this chap! =)


3rd Chapter

Allen Walker


"Kanda…"

The white-haired couldn't believe what his eyes had shown him seconds ago. That girl… the kiss… Kanda… in his arms… The teenaged he had seen back there, was really his Kanda? His Kanda? The one who had once told him how much he meant to him? The very one person to take his heart and do as he most pleased with it? The one whom he fell head over heels in love? Though, to the grey-eyed, Kanda seemed different somehow, and the reason was a simple one to answer… The Kanda Yuu Allen once knew, had forgotten everything between them. He had forgotten about him.

"How…" The lithe one grabbed his head in mild exasperation. "Why…?" He couldn't understand this situation at all, nothing of it. He wasn't going into full details as to how he made it somewhere he didn't recognise, and he didn't have the strength to find out either. He just cared about one thing, and that thing was now lost to him. Unreachable as those months he had been yearning for him without anything in exchange.

"It's okay I guess…" A sad smile formed at the corner of the teen's lips, tears already cascading down soft, pale cheeks. "At least, I had the chance to see him one last time. That's all I need."

Suddenly, "Matte!" the teen froze as he heard a familiar voice coming from behind. It couldn't be, right? Kanda followed him? No, it must be his nerves playing tricks on him now. Kanda wouldn't follow after, would he? "Chotto matte kudasai!" There it was once more and the white-haired stopped on his tracks this time, seemingly immersed within a small memory.

He could remember the time Kanda had said those same exact words once before clearly. It seemed so long ago but he knew better, it had been the night they had met.

Allen had had a small discussion with his foster father and had apparently deserted home in a flash. That gambler - and let's not forget womaniser, seemed to like having him pay all of his debts in one go whenever he desired it, and the white-haired definitely had gotten tired of it. "A tool at best." He was suddenly startled by the clock's sound echoing around the empty place. It was already midnight, and he had finally stopped for a break in central London, beside the River Thames. How far had he walked?

Not worrying about such trivial things and thinking positively, the boy beamed with joy, he had always wondered what the river would look like at night. "This seems the perfect time to find out!" With a smile plastered on childish features, Allen ran towards the banister and leaned over, gazing down at the calm waters and admiring the way the moon shone in full bright. "This is so beautiful." However, his joy didn't last long.

"Sumimasen…"

A soft, cute gasp escaped Allen's lips when he heard another voice coming from his left. Surprise didn't describe what he was feeling right now; scared was the right word to be more precise. He hadn't noticed someone had been following, how foolish of him. Unconsciously, the white-haired let go of the banister, turned on his heels and began his ultimate run to safety, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist.

"Oi, chotto matte!" Upon hearing this, the boy blinked once, then twice, then finally a third time before turning around to face whoever was preventing him from running away. What had this stranger said? "Pardon, come again?"

"…" Silence…

The stranger didn't speak English? Oh, what a pain, that'd prove to be a challenge. He hadn't even taken up Japanese lessons in the past, or any other useful language for that matter - he hadn't even gone as far as a studying a phrase book when he'd had the time… And now, how he rued the results, he was in real need of something like that. "C -Could you please repeat what you said?"

"…" Silence met the poor, distressed kid again. 'I guess he doesn't understand a word. What am I going to do?'

His captor, instead of replying Allen's question, chose that silence lingering in the air to study the teen more appreciatively. The boy, while no taller than himself, had whitish-grey hair that seemed to shine under the moon, his eyes were a mix between a pale lilac or a violet-grey, maybe charcoal more than anything but hey, whatever colour this kid's eyes were, he loved that shine in them. They looked so innocent…

Allen didn't notice at first the way the midnight-haired was studying him - too caught up in the teenaged features as well to notice, but once he did, the latter was starting to give him gooseflesh. This certainly wasn't his night. "Would you be so kind as to let go of me, please?"

"Kirei…" The stranger let out unknowingly as he fixed the one before him with an intense gaze. He faintly wondered why the kid had a red scar on his left eye, or why his hair was as white as a snow, but he cast that aside when he heard the boy enquire.

"W -What? What did you…say?" Allen couldn't help but flush at the way the other's eyes were roaming all over him. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

"What, you didn't understand what I said?" His head tilted lightly to the side and a smirk slowly crept up on the stranger's lips. If the teen hadn't understood what he had said, that proved all the better for him.

A cute pout formed on soft lips and the teen slightly frowned, giving the taller one a reproachful look, "Well, pardon me for the lack of knowledge." mumbling the last three words to himself.

The stranger feigned not having heard his mumblings and noticed right after that the little one's voice had a soft British lilt to it. It sounded nice, "What's your name?" and curse him for this display of amiability, but he wanted to know more.

Upon hearing the question, Allen blinked several times before coming up with a question of his own. "Sir, why did you creep up on me like that? You startled me."

This commentary made the pony-tailed look absurdly confused; nonetheless, he gave a reply to that. "Don't call me sir, I'm still eighteen. And I wanted some directions." He paused for a slight moment, and then he brought the British boy closer, still holding onto his wrist. "You were the only living being near eyesight. I never thought you'd creep out."

An awkward feeling arose from within the teen upon noticing how close the both of them were, and a soft cherry hue grazed his fine features. Up to a closer inspection, the taller of the two was… real handsome. Though, in spite of that fact, he remained calm. "If you haven't noticed, it's past midnight, and the streets are deserted. Why would you think I wouldn't get startled again?"

"What were you doing wandering in the streets all by yourself?" The taller of the two countered. At this, the kid pressed his lips in a fine line before giving an answer. "Personal reasons."

"The same goes for me then."

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"You're the one not being fair, you changed the subject when I asked what your name was."

"I'm only being cautious!"

The navy blue-eyed wasn't too pleased. The conversation was leading nowhere and it only seemed as if the two of them were just warming up to explode at each other any minute now. Heaving a sigh, the navy-eyed released the boy's wrist and properly introduced to the other. "Listen, my name is Kanda and I'm looking for a Hotel where to stay. Know of any?"

Beautiful grey eyes blinked once and Kanda marvelled at how enthralling they looked from this close. "Y -Yeah, the Savoy Hotel it's near here."

"Where?"

"Near the Strand." Allen turned slightly to his side, not minding at all that the other was now holding his hand, and pointed towards where the teenaged needed to go. His heartbeat began to increase when he sensed Kanda's eyes on him. Was he even listening? "The street is between Charing Cross and Fleet Street."

"Hmm, let's go, take me there then." The midnight-haired bluntly stated as he dragged along a very confused Allen with him. Somehow, he had gotten used to the warmth this boy radiated. Besides, the night was getting colder. "W -Wha -Whaaaat! B -B-But… I… you don't… I'm… I can't!"

"You live here don't you?" Kanda enquired, not even glancing back at the blushing boy trotting behind. If Kanda weren't holding his hand, Allen would've tripped on his steps. "I'd get lost once again and I really want to rest."

"But I gave you the directions you needed."

"It's not the same as having someone guiding you. Besides…" At the pause, the pony-tailed stopped abruptly on his tracks and made the cute flushing kid bump into him. This caused Allen to lose his balance and almost fall face-first had it not been for the strong arm wrapping about his waist, bringing him closer to a strong chest. "You don't have anywhere to go, do you?"

"H -How did you…? I -I mean…" If the boy was flushing an intense scarlet red by the way the other held him, it became even deeper when he realised the taller teen was inching downwards, a hand reaching up to touch his face. Allen's heart was thundering in his ears and his eyes widened slightly at the outcome of what could happen next.

"What's your name by the way?"

The boy didn't dare to blink in case that small action brought something else. And without realising, his eyelids began to drop half way, whispering his name as he let himself enjoy the warmness in Kanda's embrace. "A -Allen, Allen Walker."

"Nice to meet you, Allen…"

Everything since that point on, was pretty much history.

At the memory, Allen felt how his heart constricted in pain. Silence met both teens once Kanda had managed to catch up with the brit, not that it had taken him great effort for the latter seemed to be rather tired, but it took him quite some time to come up with his own terms and follow after the retreating boy. That, and his current fiancé had argued as to why he wanted to get outside without her following, leaving him to say that he wanted to confirm something on his own.

Suppressing a few tears from falling down, the grey-eyed turned around slowly and confirmed his unclear suspicion as he saw his lover approach him in what seemed a hasty stroll. That made him laugh softly; it had been a while since he had last seen those antics on his Kanda.

Allen then glued his eyes to the floor at not being able to control the first drops rolling down his cheeks. How he missed the other so.

After Kanda took his time to catch his breath, he straightened up a tad and asked with wariness lacing his words; "Who are you?" and couldn't help a frown crease his brows as he saw the small trail of tears in the other's eyes. Did this kid really know him? Did he know the kid? And why was he crying? Did he mean something to the boy?

"I -I'm… I'm Allen…" The snowy-haired fumbled with his words. How does this work again? "I'm-…"

Upon hearing that voice, the navy-eyed felt something stir deep in his heart, eyes widening as if amazed of something he already knew. He was sure he had heard that voice before… in his dreams? Shaking those thoughts - and feelings, to the side, "What is this?" Kanda held out the pocket watch Allen had placed in his hands just minutes ago. Though, the latter gave no reply to his inquisitive behaviour; he chose instead to hide his teary face behind his snowy bangs. If only Kanda knew it hurt too much to do this.

"Why did you give me this?"

"…" 'Because it's yours.'

"Why did you tell me to go back to you!"

"…" 'Because I miss you.'

"Who are you!"

"…" 'Your lover.'

"What am I to you!"

"…" 'My everything…'

"I don't know you and, still…" At the time the midnight-haired stopped with his rant, he lowered his gaze to the floor, glaring daggers at it for the confusion he was feeling right now. "Still…"

'I feel like I do.'

With his gaze cast downwards, the pony-tailed was about to finish his previous sentence when his eyes looked up as he heard the faint hurtful tone of the other.

"I'm sorry…"

"Why are you apologising all of a sudden?" Kanda certainly didn't understand a thing of what was going on, and he hated it when stuff he didn't get happened to him.

"I -I'm really…sorry." All too suddenly, Allen began to sway forwards and fell in a heap… into Kanda's arms. "Oi! Daijōbu!" It took Allen several seconds to regain consciousness and locate the source of warmth he was feeling. Last time he checked, he felt a little bit colder than usual, but now, there was this warming sensation enveloping him. Why was this? What was the source of it? "Oi!"

'Kanda…' Allen smiled once he identified this warmth to be his lover's. Then, closing his eyes once more, he sighed happily and snuggled closer. 'I've missed this so much.'

A fluttering feeling invaded Kanda's heart when he felt the brit in his arms cuddle his chest with so much affection. Why did this seem so…familiar? And the best questions of all were; why wasn't he repelling him like he did with Lenalee?

"Daijōbu?" It didn't matter; he hadn't in him right now to push the kid away.

Blinking dazedly, the white-haired raised one of his hands hesitantly to grasp the shirt Kanda was wearing and soon realised with some disdain that he was fading. Allen furrowed his thin brows at this, worry clearly visible in his eyes. He could still feel the fabric of his love's shirt, but barely. 'Does this have to do with the watch I handed Kanda?'

"You know…" A muffled, sweet voice began slowly. "I miss those words Kanda."

"What are you-…" However, whatever the teenaged intended to ask was left hanging in the air as he watched the boy in his arms slowly disappear. "Hey, what the hell's happening to you? Your body…"

"Please Kanda…" The grey-eyed looked up with a teary smile and met worried, navy ones. Then, after building enough courage, he leaned up and placed a ghostly kiss upon Kanda's unexpected ones. "Come back to me?" And then, that was it… Allen faded in the teen's arms.

Unconsciously, the teenaged brought two fingers to his lips, tracing the remnant Allen's had left in their wake. "Yuu~!" That kiss… they had kissed, a long time ago. His body was reminding him of things he couldn't remember so far. If only he could remember more about himself or… "Allen…"

"Yuu~" A weight on his left shoulder alerted him of his friend's presence, and he caught himself rather quick. He didn't want his friend intruding in what clearly wasn't his business. So, he decided to stop his brooding about what had happened for a while.

"Yuu~" The red-haired hugged him more.

"Stop calling me that!"

"Yuu, you're fiancé is-… Huh?"

"…"

The green-eyed didn't pay attention to Kanda's silent glare and instead, somewhat attracted, walked towards the place beside the mansion where loads of people were gathering. "I don't remember being so many people over there this evening. What's in there? Are they scuffling?" Though, the teen ended up pondering more to himself than to Kanda, and in a rush, he ran towards the place.

Releasing a sigh he didn't know he was holding, Kanda looked up into the cloudless night, hardening his eyes at nothing in particular. "That kiss…" He began to ponder over it, but just as he was going to, Lavi reappeared right next to him, reading a paper he had gotten from the place had been to. "Look what I've got, there's an interesting article here of a pianist who died at a young age." The latter was a little bit startled at the other's sudden appearance, but remained as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not interested in knowing what you got from that shabby place."

Lavi snorted at that mean comparison. "For your information Yuu, it's an exhibit of artistic, cultural or historical interest. And besides, it says here that this kid named Allen Walker was very talented at playing the piano for a boy his age." He continued reading the small clip in his hands, unaware of a pair of dark-blue eyes widening in shock. "Too bad he died at such a young age," Kanda froze as that sentence leaved Lavi's lips. "I'd have loved to her him play."

Allen is… Allen was…

"Death?" The midnight-haired turned his full weight towards the red-haired, eyeing the clip in his hands with unbelievable anger.

"What's wrong Yuu? Yuu?"


~2b-Continued~


(A/N): Oh, I guess I'm mean. Too mean… But if it helps, I felt myself tearing as I wrote the scene where Kanda holds Allen dearly, before he disappears. Of course, add that and a soft, slow classic music - like the one the movie brands - and it does the trick T-T

Anyway, I'll try to have the next chapter ready before this week ends, and as for now I thank you for reading =3

Etto, would it be too much to ask to live a review for me? It really helps my encouragement *looks big and strong* and my muse, and it helps me improve and… and… Oh who am I kidding *looks for her chocolate syrup* I'm going to stuff myself a bit and get inspired to write the next chap! XD

Thanks, take care, have a nice week and will see you quite soon! =D

Hugs and kisses,
Me

Wingfy out~