Hey guys. It's been a while, I know. -_- Life sucks. Hahaha. I'm good though. I can handle it. I'm not the only one who has to deal with it. Siiiighhhh~ And, thanks to my lovely reviewer(s), I shall make this story YULLEN~! XD *cough* remind me to change that in the settings later. Hahahaha. I'll probably forget. Also, I'll post my image of Allen on Deviantart so that you can see exactly what I'm talking about. Hehe. Search up Pandora1Link!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DGM. JUST THE PLOT BUNNY THAT'S BEEN RAMPAGING IN MY HEAD.

This chapter was redone because... well... there were so many mistakes. lol. That and i forgot where in da' hell I was going with this. xD Please be patient with me, guys. I'm working on the next chapter and the rest of my stories as well as the drawing i was supposed to do for the new Allen.


Chapter 4

Anyone glancing at Kanda as he passed could only assume he was some sort of demon sifting through the crowded streets, looking for a soul to snatch.

And maybe, that's exactly what it was.

He was so tempted to get rid of the brat. That kid's been a nuisance from the moment he knocked on the head quarter's main entrance. What, with his damn Akuma-like appearance and his ugly arm and his shining silver locks and his big blueish-gray eyes... Kanda slammed his fist into the wall angrily. His mind was straying.

"I did not train for years to be mentally transfixed on some brat! Just fucking focus, you idiot brain. You're supposed to be bashing the brat, not complimenting his physical features!" Kanda said out loud. His frustration just kept growing. He decided to not think about the brat in detail and just focus on two words.

Find. Kill. Find. Kill.

After nearly an hour and a half of searching the nearest taverns and gambling areas, Kanda was ready to go back to the Order.

"If the brat's going to come back, he'll do it on his own time. I have no obligation to find him. Tch." As Kanda headed back, he realized he'd wandered into a part of town that he hadn't been in before, and he forgot to bring his golem with him.

Just wonderful. The brat's tendencies are rubbing off on me as well. Kanda thought, rubbing his hand over his cold face.

Kanda surveyed the area quietly, in hopes of fighting out how he could get back to headquarters. He could easily see that he wasn't in the most pleasant and welcoming area. Trash littered the cracked, grimy cement floors beneath Kanda's feet, making him feel disgusted. The shady people walking around him didn't help the situation. Twice, since he entered the area, he's had someone try to wiggle their dirty little paws into his coat in search of valuables. Both of them ended up beat-up in some dank alleyway.

"Hey miss~ yeah, you! Would you like to join us in some fun?" A man shouted. Kanda's mood darkened. He turned towards the voice. A short, ginger haired man was waving in his direction. He staggered somewhat towards Kanda, looking back to his group of friends who were whistling and egging him on. The man put his arm around Kanda's waist and rubbed Kanda's thigh slowly. His face was flushed, and his breath stunk of cheap alcohol.

"My friends and I have lots of fun games we can enjoy together. I'm sure you'll love every last bit of it." He said, slurring his words a bit.

"Oh really?" Kanda spoke slowly. A tick was forming on his brow. "I think it's best if you back away now or else you'll regret ever touching me." Kanda did his best to hold back... until the idiot tried sticking his hand down the back of Kanda's pants to fondle his butt. Kanda violently pushed the man away, unsheathing Mugen and readied himself to slash the ignorant fool in half until a blur of red rammed into short man. Confused, Kanda hesitated with his arm held high until he recognized the blur.

"Moyashi?! Where the hell have you-?"

"Shut up and follow me BaKanda." Allen pulled Kanda along with him into a random alley.

"What the hell is your problem, you brat? I was going to skewer him alive!" Kanda was livid. He'd never felt so violated before.

"This is exactly why I pulled you away BaKanda." Allen said coldly, releasing his arm. "You don't even know what or who you were dealing with. That was one of London's most prominent figures- well, in the underworld that is. Even if we're protected by the Black Order from most places, those who dwell in the underworld pay no attention to our exorcist privilege. Nor does it matter if you're strong, you fucking idiot. Sometimes humans are worse than Akuma." Allen looked away angrily.

"Che. Whatever Moyashi." Kanda wants to yell at the idiot, but he didn't have any legitimate rebuttal against the Moyashi. What he said is true in a sense. "Where the hell have you been anyways? Were you watching me the whole time?"

Allen didn't answer."Let's go back. It's getting dark. Nothing good ever happens when the night comes."

"And you actually know where you're going?"

"What? Hahaha, are ya really as stupid as I thought ya were? I 'ave Tim ya fuckin twat." Kanda felt the heat rush to his face as Tim popped out from behind Allen's jacket.

"Ehhh? BaKanda, you're actually pretty cute like that." Allen snickered and stuck his tongue out at the embarrassed samurai.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE AN EARLY DEATH!" Kanda brandished Mugen and chased a laughing Allen out of the alleys and back to the main road.

"Look Lavi! Aren't they so cute together?! That's the first time Allen's laughed since he changed." Lenalee said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"I agree. I knew it'd be a good idea to have one of our spare golems monitor him. Who knew he'd get lost too? Hahaha. Look at Kanda blush! Aahh, god, this is great!" Lavi curled over, clutching his stomach. Lenalee sat next to him, laughing just as hard.

"This has got to be the best recording ever." Lavi said weakly.

"Agreed."

Kanda trudged angrily behind the new Allen, silently observing him. Allen didn't disappear all day for nothing. He looked like a completely different person. Not only did his hair color change, but his entire outfit as well.

Living in the Black Order all his life and only ever wearing his exorcist outfits, Kanda knew very little about fashion or even clothing in general. Pants are pants, and shirts are shirts. He never really had to pick them out himself, but looking at Allen, he could tell this was street attire. Not thug-like, but more... more like this damn pickpocketers lurking around, except hotter…

He had tight-fitted, dark brown pants held up by a studded black belt that looked a bit worn out. He wore what looked like a black t-shirt underneath the burgundy-ish knitted sweater. Around his neck was a plaid scarf tied loosely, exposing his adam's apple. Taking another gander at Allen's hair, Kanda could see that it was more of a reddish brown. Not anything like Lavi's or Cross' bright red hair. Plus, it looks like Allen had it trimmed along with the dye. His bangs were longer before, but the new look still had a similar design as to the previous hairstyle. It made him look a bit more mature, not like the 14 or 15 year old boy he claimed to be...

Kanda shook his head. He needed to focus on getting the Moyashi back to the way he was before, not on his perfectly sculpted butt that he could see because of the way Allen's new pants fitted him...

"Fuck that was weird..."

Allen glanced in Kanda's direction, shooting him a questioning look.

"It's none of your fucking business ya damn Moyashi." Kanda spat angrily. Allen merely narrowed his eyes at Kanda before picking up speed, not bothering to retaliate.

Kanda was a bit surprised and taken aback. He was used to Allen's insistent whining about the nickname he'd been given. Anyways, he'd have to come up with a new name now that the boy didn't have white hair.


I WILL UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN ACTUALLY FIND THE TIME AND MUSE. I'M SO SORRY AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE EVERYONE.