Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man. I could never have created something as cool as that.

A/N: Taking a break. This is a crack pairing and just something to update. Review if you would like me to continue.

NOTE!!!!!!!! Updates are going to be slow since my stupid ass siblings just fucked up the computer- AGAIN! Until it crashes, I'll try to update as many stories as possible. I haven't gone writer's block or lost interest or anything. Heck, I'm going to be coming out with another story soon. It's just this the only computer I have and my siblings are idiots. Sad to say but it's true.

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MiranKaya: Yes, the horrid list. And Miranda was tired, unfortunately. Thanks for the review!

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When Miranda awoke, she had the same sensation of floating she had the first time she came her. She glanced up from where she curled up against a hard chest and blinked at the glare Kanda's mask gave. He looked down at her when he felt her move or maybe when she first awoke. He certainly had that kind of instinct, being the kendo captain after all.

"Kanda?" she whispered sleepily. Memories of the dance filled her mind and she jumped in his arms. "Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep. I guess I was really... tired." She yawned.

"We're here," he gently put her on her feet.

Miranda looked around and saw they were at her door. Kanda moved away from her and went to his own. However, after a moment and have not heard the sounds of her opening her own door, he looked back, to see her still standing there, looking settled down for a long wait.

"Aren't you going in?" he asked her.

Miranda jumped and turned around. By her guilty expression, it was apparent that she had forgotten something until this moment. He could guess what it was and wanted to smack himself for not thinking about it earlier when he spoke to Lenalee.

"You don't have your key, do you?"

She shifted her feet, acting very much like a scolded child. "Um," Miranda began, "when Lavi took me out on the dance floor, I left my purse behind with Lenalee. Um, I could go and find her and-"

Kanda sighed, loudly, and grabbed her hand. He opened his door and pulled her inside. He turned on the lights and wrench off the mask, proceeding to take off the heavy coat her wore.

Miranda lingered, wringing her hands nervously. She wasn't sure why Kanda had pulled her in with him; probably to give her a place to wait until Lenalee came with her purse.

"Um,' she said, trying to feel at ease and calm, "did you enjoy the dance Kanda?"

"Hated it." She flinched at the harsh tone, the anger beneath it at having to partake in such foolishness.

"Oh." Miranda didn't know what to say. After all, she had had such a good time dancing with him. To think he had loathed the entire time-

"But not my time with you," Kanda amended and un-cuffed his shirt. "It was the only time I actually could hear myself think."

She blushed, not knowing entirely why. It made her feel warm and tingly and she became even more nervous.

Kanda bent and dug around a drawer, pulling out a shirt and warm pants. He threw them at her, which she nearly dropped in surprise.

"I know that dress must be uncomfortable. You can wear those for the time being. Use the shower, too, if you like." Turning, Kanda began to unbutton his shirt, pulling off his muscled frame.

Reddening, Miranda fled into the bathroom and closed it behind her. Seeing him undress like that, so unabashed and without modesty, reminded her of the first day they met, when she rudely walked in on him when he was coming out of the bath.

Trying to calm herself, she glanced around the bathroom. It was very much like hers, in terms of built, but was as Spartan as the rest of the room. It only had the necessities one needed in the bathroom.

She put the clothes in the sink and tried to undress herself. But the dress had been sipped up and parts of the black veil had snagged in it. After a few minutes trying to undo it herself, it became clear help would be needed.

Face red with embarrassment, hands shaking, Miranda called out from the bathroom, "K-Kanda?" She heard a sound of acknowledgement and knew he was listening. "I need a little help."

There was a shuffle of movement then a knock. "Open up."

Miranda did, and quickly lowered her face o the ground. Oh god! He's only wearing pants! She thought furiously nervous. She turned so her back was facing him, careful not to glance up further, though the tattoo he had seemed to beckoned her, made her want to run her fingers over the ink.

"My veil is caught in the zipper," she told him nervously. "Can you… will you please…?"

Without a word, Kanda began the painful task, careful not to rip the fragile material. His hands had to constantly brush the exposed skin on her back, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine.

When he was done, Kanda gave her the veil and pull down the zipper, the dress gaping open and now loose on her body.

"Thank you," Miranda said and faced him with a smile. "I'll get… dress now."

Kanda didn't leave, only he moved forward. She watched, wide eyed, as his hand softly traced the curve of her face. Pulling away, she saw he had taken a piece of confetti that had been thrown at the dance. then he left.

Her knees buckled and Miranda fell to the floor. She idly wondered if her face could get any redder. Getting up, she took off the dress and proceeded to dress, trying to finish as quickly as possible.

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Kanda shuddered and tried to calm down. He reminded himself that this was not the first time he helped a woman take off her clothes, but even that wasn't enough to quell the tightening in his pants.

But he doubted any man could, when faced with such soft skin. Especially having such a lovely creature half dressed in front of him. It was asking too much to not be aroused.

He covered his face with both hands and sat down. Straightening his back, Kanda breathe in the practice of meditation. He had to calm himself or do something he'll surely regret.

Knock…knock… "Um, Kanda?" The door opened and Miranda stood in the doorway, very much embarrassed. "These pants wont stay up."

He stared.

She held them by the helm, expressing how loose they were around her thin waist.. Not only that, the shirt hung too long on her thin yet curvy frame. It flared around her creamy things like a skirt and the neck hung low enough to flaunt the tops of her breasts. Her hair was a bit tousled and she had cleared the makeup from her face, the friction having made her lips red and looking so kissable.

It was almost too much to bear.

Kanda cleared his throat and tried to think of something to say to her predicament. "You…. don't have to wear it. The shirt's long enough and I promise not to do anything or make any advances. Here." He stood from the bed. "You can sleep here tonight. I'll take the chair."

"Eh?!" Miranda watched as he pulled out the very hard and uncomfortable looking chair from the desk. "Y-you don't have to! I mean, this is your room and I shouldn't be imposing you like this and-"

"Miranda," she flinched at his sudden glare. "Lie down, and go to sleep. I'll turn off the lights."

"O-okay." Defeated, Miranda meekly went to bed and lied under the covers. Laying back, she watched as Kanda dimmed the lights and sit in the chair, crossing his arms.

Silence descended on them, a long unbearable one that left Miranda biting her lip. She wondered if she had done something wrong, if she had mistakenly insulted him or something of that nature. It left her worrying and fretting so much that she couldn't sleep even if she tried.

In fact, it kept her far from it.

She tossed. She turned. She laid on her back. She laid on her stomach. She just couldn't find a good spot, her worries too much for her to get comfortable.

"Calm down. You're suppose to be sleeping," Kanda said, sounding a annoyed.

"I'm trying!" Miranda whine. "It's just… It doesn't feel right! I shouldn't be taking over your bed like this!" She sat up, her eyes tear and her voice began to quiver.

He sighed. "I told you. Take the bed. don't worry about me."

"But I cant!" she cried. "Maybe… maybe we should, I don't know, share the bed maybe?"

Kanda stared at her incredulously. "What?" he asked.

Miranda turned red but still pressed on. "Not like that! We can sleep on the opposite sides. I don't move from one spot anyways and…" she trailed off as it got too embarrassing to continue.

He turned in the chair to stare at her silently. She quivered under that look and wrung her hands together. She drew her legs close in a protective gesture, as if she were expecting a blow.

Kanda sighed in defeat and said, "Fine," he said, making her jump. "But you better go to sleep."

"I will!" Miranda promised and pulled the covers so he could lie down and helped wrapped them around his body. The two of them laid on opposite sides and for a while, silence reigned. At last, Miranda's eyes began to droop, her conscience finally sated. But a new though nagged at her, depriving her of sleep again.

"Hmm? Kanda?" She turned slightly in his direction.

"What?"

"Are you planning to go trick-or-treating after the tournament?" she asked him.

"I'm planning to sleep," he replied.

"Oh. Well, Lenalee and I are going trick-or-treating tomorrow night. You can come with us, if you change your mind," Miranda offered.

"Hn."

Satisfied now, Miranda settled in and closed her eyes, smiling softly. Soon, sleep claimed her.

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Kanda was the type of person to wake before dawn, without the aid of a clock. It was part of his instinctive nature as a swordsman, to wake up before the world.

On this morning, however, he didn't want.

There was no telling who broke the promise but the end result was just as pleasurable. The two laid in the middle, with Miranda curled against his frame and her head slightly resting on his chest. His arm had coiled itself around her waist, drawing her deeper within the embrace.

It felt nice, having another's body so close. What didn't was he was stiff as a board.

Silently, Kanda relinquished his hold on Miranda, careful not to wake her. Which was hard, she didn't want to let go, snuggling deeper into his chest and pressing herself closer to him. Which was not helping with his current predicament.

Finally, he managed to get free and walked inside the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Grabbing a towel that hung nearby, Kanda throw it on the floor and turned on the water of the shower, making it icy cold.

Unbuckling his pants, he went to work.

Miranda woke to the sound of rushing water. She stretched and gave a big yawn. She rubbed her eyes, turning to the side of the bed.

For a moment, she was confused where she was. If this was her room, why was the shower on? Did she leave it on? Thinking it was the latter, Miranda stood and began to walk towards the bathroom she opened the door…

….then closed it back quickly, now wide awake, her face a brilliant red, and remembering everything that happed last night. Mildly, she wondered if she was doomed to forever walk in on him. It didn't help that the shower glass was see through.

Running back to the bed, Miranda climbed inside, covering her face in hopes it would hide her embarrassment.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn't get that image from her mind. Sure it had only been his back this time but still! With the added effect of the water dripping from his back and she was surprised she hadn't fainted already.

It was strange, how much she's changed since she arrived here. Before, she couldn't last a single minute in the company of men. Now she spend the entire night in the bed of one. It was a big step from her previous experience.

Sighing, Miranda cuddled in the bed, relishing in the warmth it still had from Kanda's body. She was nearly asleep again when there was a knock on the door.

She got up and went to answer it, straightening the shirt that she wore as she went. It was Lenalee, already dressed in her Student Council uniform and looking remotely worried. If she was wondering what Miranda was doing in Kanda's room, she gave no indication of it.

"Good morning, Lenalee. Ah, the reason why I'm in Kanda's room is- well, you see-"

"I know," she said apologetically. "Sorry I didn't give you your purse. Kanda walked to fast for me to catch him. Actually, I'm glad he actually gave you a place to stay," she added in an undertone. "But that's not why I'm here. There's a phone call for you from your previous employment."

"A phone call?" Miranda repeated in wonder, then noticed the phone in Lenalee's hands. She took it and put it to her ear, answering it. "Hello?"

"It's been a while, Miranda. I'm sorry if this call woke you up."

The sound of that voice, that sinful voice, made the scars on her hands tingled with reminiscence. Of a night so long ago yet always fresh on her mind. Her hands shook and her breaths became small little squeaks of air.

"T-Tyki," she whispered fearfully.

"Don't sound so surprise. You knew I would find you. Miranda, are you alright?"

Miranda couldn't answer. She fainted.