Disclaimer: I do not own DGM.

Warning: Unbeta'ed.

A/N: I'll edit this later for the real author's note.


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"Where are going to keep these piles of shit, Allen?" Kanda stared incredulously at the tower of manuscripts, magazines, and old (and probably already rotten) books now adorning the left side of their living room where Allen temporarily placed them. He could almost smell the molds on those papers.

Argh.

Allen shot him an annoyed look as the man continued placing the remaining magazines that Allen found under his bed.

It was mostly about writing and stuff.

Allen was a professional writer after all.

Allen had been cleaning since last week and Kanda, on the other hand, had been cussing since then because of the constant smell of mold copulating in the air.

Kanda just couldn't help but mutter 'fuck' every now and then.

Like 'fuck, the room stinks' and 'what the fuck is that fucking smell?'.

Cussing when Allen was around had always been a taboo since Kanda could remember but he just couldn't help it.

Kanda's nose twitched in repulsion.

He didn't like the smell of mold. Period.

It made his nose itchy and irritated.

"I told you, no cussing, Yuu. Geez. Why is it so hard to pound it to your head? You used to be an obedient child back then. Where is that Yuu now?" Allen said and Kanda almost rolled his eyes.

Here we go again...

He watched Allen lift the piles of magazines sitting on the sofa, huffing a little. Kanda offered his help a while ago but the man insisted on doing the work alone. Allen's pale face was crimson from all the lifting he was doing since he woke up four hours ago and some of his white hair was now sticking to his cheeks. Kanda wondered when the last time Allen cut his hair... It was kind of long now...

"He was no longer a child now, you know," Kanda said as he rested his head to the chair he was sitting. He closed his eyes. With a small voice, he couldn't help but, added, "as a matter of fact, the child you were referring is now more than capable of creating a child."

Kanda opened his right eye to observe Allen (if ever he did hear what he said a while ago) but Allen showed no sign of retort or whatsoever. He watched the white haired man patted the piles of manuscripts inside the brown envelops as of flattening them and proceeded in sorting out the magazines that he got from his work.

Kanda gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Always being treated like a child, eh.

Kanda scratched his head.

This was getting more and more annoying.

He sighed.

Allen would always be Allen and Kanda liked the man for that. He couldn't change the way Allen looks at him in just one night after all. He stood and out his hands on his pants' pockets and strutted to the door.

"Where are you going?" Kanda heard Allen said as he was about to turn the knob of the door.

"I'll clean the garden for you. You don't want me here anyway."Kanda said as he yawned. Damn, he needed to sleep earlier! Maybe he'll stop playing video games for the time being. He needed to fucking sleep more. Kanda looked at Allen, and with a dark grin he said, "'Sides, the air here fucking stinks, Allen." Kanda immediately closed the door and run to the garden.

Kada chuckled inwardly.

Allen must be fuming in anger by now.

But strangely, he didn't hear Allen's yell, reprimanding him to stop his cussing.

"Fucking strange..." Kanda lifted his hand to scratch his head again while yawning like a cat.

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Shaira was yawning as he entered the living room. Days here on the beach were surprisingly very comforting yet sometimes he couldn't help but be bored at the same time. He was up to some action, clawing and pissing off some stupid freak but the said stupid long haired freak seemed like busy pulling out weeds at the garden and his master was busy caressing the piles of papers on the corner of the room.

Shaira scratched his head with his paws.

This was boredom at its finest.

Shaira stopped walking as he stared at Allen whose face was being hidden by his back. The cat walked towards the stilled man, worry was slowly making its way to his mind. Maybe Allen had a stroke? Or maybe it was over-fatigue? He was cleaning since last week after all and all of these unnecessary cleaning were not good to the albino's head especially to an asthmatic human.

Where's that lowlife?

That stupid punk was useless after all. (A/N: Shaira was talking about Kanda here.)

Shaira almost hissed in irritation.

He meowed but Allen made no attempt to look at him.

Shaira became more and more worried as he run to Allen's side.

And then he saw it.

Allen's ridiculously red face.

The man's face was literally so red as if he was having an allergy fit. At first, he was worried if it was actually an asthma attack but then Allen wasn't breathing hard like he used to do when he was out of air.

He was just blushing so hard like someone mentioned sex in front of him and knowing this painfully naive, little guy, that would be a massive blow to his moral values. Except if Allen was blushing on an entirely different reason?

Shaira meowed again, determined to get his master's attention. He rubbed his body to his legs and that snapped Allen from his long, blushing stupor.

"Shaira..." Allen muttered as he watched the cat rubbing its head to his pants. Allen scooped him and Shaira delightfully purred when Allen scratched his neck.

Shaira, busy with the pleasurable scratching on his neck, didn't hear Allen murmured.

"Kids nowadays grow up so fast, huh..."

When the scratching stopped, Shaira looked up to the white haired man and his eyes widened again in surprise.

It seemed like Allen was blushing more wildly than before?

In fact, he was so red that Shaira could now compare his face to a ripe tomato ready to be squished.

Shaira hissed when he was almost got flattened by Allen's sudden movement. Allen's head was now buried to his soft fur and Shaira couldn't help but claw his way out of the man's iron grip!

Allen was squeezing him like hell!

And he didn't even know why in the world he was blushing this hard in the first place!

"Meoww!"

But it seemed like Allen wasn't really listening:

The white haired man, unfortunately, was already absorbed to his thoughts.

Shaira heard him say in a frustrating voice;

"Argh... What the bloody hell am I thinking about?"

If only cats could talk, Shaira would definitely retort, "Why the bloody hell are you squeezing me to death?"

"Meoooowww!"

Shaira couldn't helped but think that Allen was trying to kill him.

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It was almost noon.

But the sun was surprisingly not showing itself. It was a breezy day.

Kanda wiped the sweat that was now making it way to his face and sneezed. He was pulling out these weeds for almost an hour now and he wondered if Allen was already cooking their lunch. He smiled when he thought of Allen wearing his favorite apron. His smile turned into a grin when he remembered the day they fought over aprons and when he stood out victoriously in their argument.

He could still remember Allen's face when he wore the apron for the first time.

He was quite endearing despite the visible scowl adorning his face that day.

Kanda chuckled inwardly.

He shook his head as he pulled a particularly annoying weed on the ground. It was refusing to be taken out.

If other people would see Kanda weeding the garden like this, thousands of mouth would surely foam. He was Kanda Yuu after all. A snob rich brat who was unexpectedly living with Allen Walker, a kind, young man who was now working as a part-time writer with a big heart for everyone.

He gritted his teeth in annoyance as he pulled the weed.

Kanda almost banged his fist to the ground as the maddening weed would still not come out.

Allen Walker was kind to all.

And that was what pissing him the most.

He tried to pull the weed again, now using his both hands.

Allen was kind to the old lady who delivered daily cow's milk to them. Allen was kind to the old fisherman who was always giving Allen freshly caught fish every time he was fishing near their home.

Allen was kind to the teenager mailman (whose habit was to blush whenever Allen was talking to him much to Kanda's extreme irritation) and the white haired man was also kind to the women in the market who were always giving him freebies and extras even though the man wasn't asking for them.

Allen was kind to animals and he was certainly gentle when it comes to his things.

Allen was kind to everybody.

He was actually called as the smiling prince by everyone who knew him.

This weed was sure testing his tolerance.

Fuck.

"This annoying fucker..." Kanda hissed as he pulled the weed again with his full body force.

"*Com licença... Is Allen there?" Kanda immediately disdained the sweet voice he heard speaking behind him.

Woman.

"What the fuck do you want?" He hissed as he continued pulling the strangely frustrating weed on the ground. Maybe he'll need to dig it out later.

"Whoaah... Such a dirty mouth for a beautiful man like yourself, **o senhor?"

Kanda's eyes narrowed upon hearing the snippets of foreign words. He didn't notice it immediately.

Kanda turned around and saw a woman with skin like abhorrent Tyki. Her blue violet hair was short and his eyes were the colors of bullion. She was too skinny.

Fucking skinny.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The woman just laughed.

Kanda seriously wanted to throw the bypass hand pruner that was lying near his feet to that face.

"I'm Road," she said with a sickly sweet smile, as she extended her hands to Kanda. "Nice to meet you."

Kanda didn't move. He just continued to glare at the intruder.

The woman just smirked.

"You know Tyki." Kanda deadpanned. It wasn't a question.

Kanda's face was void of any emotion.

But he was trembling from anger.

Fuck Tyki Mikk.

He wouldn't let these people get near Allen.

The woman smiled more sweetly than before. It was as if she knew that Kanda was fuming in anger from inside.

"EU vim aqui para arrebatar Allen de você... "

A few second passed before Road saw Kanda moved. Her eyebrows twitched when she saw Kanda's calm face and before she could translate her words, planning on humiliating the man with his lack of foreign languages, Road heard Kanda chuckled.

Kanda slowly raised his head and he slowly licked his lips; his deep blue eyes were much darker than before and it was directly staring at her.

Road shivered.

For a moment, she thought she saw those eyes glint in pure fury and she couldn't help but stepped back a little. She was sure that Kanda was about to come towards her... But he didn't. Instead, he looked her in the eyes as if challenging her.

With a voice as cold as the morning breeze after storm, Kanda spoke:

"Like hell you will, bitch."

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* Com licença – Excuse me

**o senhor – (oh sen-YOUR) Mister

*** EU vim aqui para arrebatar Allen de você – roughly means "I came here to snatch Allen from you"

Note: Road here has the same age with Kanda.