Beta Editor: Kat

Pairing: 14th (Neah) x Allen, and one sided Kanda x Allen


Gold eyes narrowed to glare fire at the other male that was not too far away for him. The other male glared icily back with his flashing blue eyes. Kanda stood before him, panting with fatigue. His exorcists' uniform was torn and in tatters. His black sword loosely held in his right hand.

The 14th was not faring any better than the swordsman he sourly noted. His black button up shirt had been torn open and a sleeve was now missing. His black leather pants had quite a few slash marks in them courtesy of Mugen. He was also struggling to regain his breath.

Both the swordsman and the Noah were covered with drying blood though there were no wounds on ether of their bodies. The 14th frowned as he reached up and used the back of his hand to rub some of the red liquid from his chin. The musician straightened his stance as he turned to the task of dusting some of the dirt of his person. "I don't think this is going to work," he voiced in a flat and bored tone, his golden eyes never straying from the male before him.

Kanda growled low in his throat as he brought Mugen before him, his grip white knuckled. "We're not done!" he seethed out, but before the Noah could open his mouth to respond there was a gasp at the entrance to the dining hall of the New Order's HQ.

Gold and blue eyes quickly turned to look at the entrance. Both men frozen at what greeted their eyes. There were at least ten or so finders standing there, the ones who had been brave enough or stupid enough to stick around to watch, amongst them also stood Lavi.

Lavi having been present at the start of the little argument had quickly left as soon as the two had come to blows.

This brought them to the one who the Bookman Jr. had left to retrieve. The one who had gasped rather loudly as soon as they saw what was now left of the dining hall…

"I don't bloody believe you two!" Allen Walker fumed, his silver eyes taking in the destroyed room. Ruble was everywhere, tables destroyed, and there were splatters of blood that covered the floor, walls, and even the ceiling. It looked like a full scale war had taken place within the dining hall.

Angry silver eyes turned on the two at the center of it all. The 14th had to resist the urge to smirk as his thin and petite White proceeded to storm into the room, fury burning within his flashing silver eyes.

"What were you thinking?" his darling nephew hissed as soon as he reached them, silver eyes demanding an answer from the two males. Kanda looked away from the smaller one to growl angrily in the back of his throat again. The musician for his part could only sigh as he ran an ash grey hand through his black wavy hair.

The 14th Noah then flashed a winning smile at his beloved White, intending to try to calm him down some before he went about explaining anything to his darling Allen.

"I know." Kanda beat the Noah to it as he seethed out the words between his teeth in anger, though his voice held a small amount of sadness. His darling White flinched before a light shade of pink colored his pale cheeks. His silver angel's eyes fluttered to the dirty floor as Allen started to fidget in embarrassment.

The 14th Noah turned angry gold eyes back on to the swordsman for making his darling nephew upset. The other male was still not looking at his White, his blue eyes glaring at the far wall. He had to force down the urge to try to rip the other male's head off, knowing that it probably wouldn't do any good. He couldn't start another fight right now anyway, not with his darling nephew standing next to him.

Sad silver eyes turned to his Noah, they looked him over for any signs of injury before a relieved sigh escaped pink lips after none were seen. "Um, I think…I need to speak to Kanda… Alone…" his darling White whispered to his Noah.

Oh, the 14th most definitely didn't like that idea. He was not going to leave his poor beloved White alone with the other male. Most definitely not. But the pleading silver eyes were begging for him to give his beloved other this, to do what he was asked.

It was the 14th Noah's turn to growl deep in his throat as he narrowed his golden eyes. "Fine." he gritted out between his teeth, and he immediately felt guilty as his darling White flinched at his tone of voice. "Don't be too long." he added in a softer tone, and he turned and strode out of the room without looking back. On his way out he made sure to fix the gathered group that was still standing at the door a look that quickly sent them all running in fear.

Only the Bookman Jr. was not affected. He only grinned at his friend's Noah before turning on his heels and walking off. Whistling as he went.

Almost an hour later found the 14th Noah pacing in Allen Walker's room. His darling nephew had still not returned yet and the Noah was getting dangerously close to going ballistic.

He had just decided to leave and find the swordsman and really try to kill him this time, when the old wooden door opened. His beloved White entered the room. His tired silver eyes falling onto his Noah, and his pink lips twitched up into a soft smile.

The 14th was going to demand to know why his darling nephew had taken so long talking to the other man when soft hands rested against his ash colored chest and warm lips pressed against his mouth.

The 14th Noah decided that killing the swordsman could most definitely wait.