I'm sure by now you're wondering why Kanda hates his phone so much. It all started when i crawled into bed one night. I closed my eyes and was almost asleep and then
I'm sure you can guess what happened next

I don't own DGM, Katsura Hoshino does


That annoying ringing woke the agent up. It seemed to be his new alarm clock, even though he didn't actually have one. Before he hit the small green button, those black glassy eyes spotted the time. It was too early for anyone to be calling him and telling him he was late.

"Go," Kanda said as he brought the phone to his ear, eager to understand what the call was about.

"Hey," Cross said. "I've been doing some thinking. Remember how you said that kid could help solve this case?"

"Yeah?" Kanda yawned, not exactly remembering that moment in his life.

"Well we don't need you down at the lab today, and there haven't been any new murders, so I was thinking you could put that theory of yours to work."

"How so?" Kanda took a peak over at Allen. He was still sound asleep, blankets now down around his ankles. Must've kicked them off or something; Kanda didn't care.

"Get information," Cross sounded stern, like he was in business. Kanda could hear the antagonism. "Even if you have to wring it out of his body, get as much information as you can out of him about anything you think would help."

"That might be harder than you think, Cross," Kanda sighed, rubbing his right temple with his free hand.

"Why?" Cross growled in frustration.

"I asked him some questions last night, and he got pretty freaked out. He's just a kid, Cross."

"Do what you have to," The angry partner hung up.

Kanda sighed and hung up. Questions or not, and even if Allen got scared of answering, Kanda wasn't looking forward to spending all day with that kid. He was still a whore, and Kanda could only guess what he'd be trying to do all day.

Sighing, Kanda pushed himself off the bed and sped to the door, his navy blue locks flying behind him. He looked back to the sleeping boy. He wasn't even shivering. It was kind of cold in the house in the mornings.

"I wonder…" Kanda mumbled as he left the room.

The faint smell of bacon awoke the small boy. It'd been ages since he had bacon. God he really wanted some. He slipped out of bed carefully and began to walk for the door. Those stupid shorts were bothering him, they were too big. He smiled to himself as he pulled out the bow in the drawstrings. They'd stay on long enough for him to annoy his captor.

Kanda saw Allen peak out from around the corner out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled to himself as he watched the young boy lick his lips. However, he continued to flip the pancakes.

"Good morning, Agent Kanda~" Allen cooed, leaning against the door frame, his legs crossed and his arm over his head.

"Morning," Kanda replied, not taking his eyes off the golden pancakes.

"Whatcha making~?"

"Breakfast. I took the liberty to make you some too."

"Thanks~" Allen purred. As Kanda started to serve the plates, he glanced up at Allen. Just then, Allen took the moment to move, those cursed shorts falling off. He kept walking like he didn't care, and he didn't.

Allen wrapped his arms around Kanda from behind as he watched the older finish serving the plates. The comfortableness was just radiating out of Kanda. Allen chuckled.

"Get off me," Kanda said, trying to refrain from yelling at the young boy.

"Aw, you wouldn't hurt me, would you, Agent Kanda?" Allen asked.

Why did Kanda care though? Allen had obviously been hurt before, hell he acted as though he was used to it.

"Che. I would and you know I would. Get off me before I make you, damn whore."

Allen backed off at that. He wasn't ashamed or anything. It just caught him off guard.

"Sit at the table. And if you really don't want to wear anything but that shirt then I'm done caring," Kanda mumbled as he placed the plates on the table. He grabbed himself a beer and Allen a cup of orange juice before sitting down.

Allen hmphed at being treated like a kid, but took it anyway. He knew he couldn't legally drink alcohol. He gingerly nibbled on his breakfast, even though his stomach was screaming for him to eat faster.

Kanda, eating much faster, had time to stare at the boy's strange eating habits. He kept on arm, his left arm, under the table while his right arm was elevated so his elbow wouldn't hit the table. He ate slowly, barely taking any of the food into his mouth before chewing and swallowing. And when he drank, he took little sips instead of actually drinking the liquid.

"Moyashi," Kanda said, catching the kid's attention, "I don't know why you're eating like that, but stop it. I'm not going to the lab today, but I'm still going to work. And we're never going to get to it if you don't eat faster."

Allen just titled his head a little to the side.

Kanda just had to look back down at his empty plate. That teenager, that little kid, in front of him looked like a whore, and Kanda hated seeing it. That white hair wasn't the cute bob it should've been. It was flat and swept across his face to cover that pentacle on his forehead. He walked with a slight limp every once and a while, he was pale and his eyes dead.

"Just eat faster, that's an order," Kanda grumbled. It must've worked because Allen finally gave into his stomach's growling and wolfed down the rest of his food. He even asked, very politely, if he could have seconds. Kanda obliged and served him another plate.

"Thank you, Agent Kanda," Allen said as he handed back the clean plate.

Kanda took it and his own before setting them into the sink.

"Please, just Kanda is fine," Kanda said. He was shocked by his own words.

"B-but that's not right!" Allen threw up his hands nervously.

Kanda shrugged, "Whatever you prefer,"

Allen's face turned wide eyed and innocent for a moment before he stood up.

"Do you really not mind being half naked?" Kanda asked as the boy followed him to the living room like a lost puppy.

"I don't," Allen said, taking a seat on the plush sofa. He took hold of a pillow and hugged it to his chest as he crossed his legs.

Kanda said nothing, just sat down.

"You…wanted to ask me questions?" Allen asked, looking up.

"Yeah," Kanda replied. "You ready?"

Allen nodded and hugged the pillow tighter. How could he get out of this one?

"First off," Kanda grabbed a note book, "what's your relation to The Earl?"

"Um," Allen bit his lip, it wouldn't matter if he told the truth this time, "he found me when I was little and took me in. And as you can see, it didn't take him long to transform me into a whore. I've basically been his personal…h-hooker since I was…" he stopped, trying to remember. "Nine. When I was ten, I started to work at the house."

Kanda jotted down Allen's answer, doing his best to hide his disgust. With this, if he couldn't arrest The Earl for murder, he could arrest him for trafficking and a bunch of other shit along those lines. Kanda was far too lazy to care what they were.

"Anything else?"

Allen shook his head, "Not really. I live with him and a few other girls, but that's really it."

Kanda nodded, "Well I hope you don't mind me saying, but the fact that The Earl runs this house means he's getting arrested whether or not he killed anyone."

"Why?" Allen shouted, the worry almost genuine.

"You may not be aware," Kanda pointed at him with the pen, "but prostitution is illegal. I could arrest him, all of his little whores, and you. So shut up."

Allen clamped his mouth shut. He didn't like the idea of going to jail, even if he wasn't old enough to go to a federal prison.

Kanda spent about another two hours questioning the boy about The Earl. With each question, Allen's voice got quieter and he hesitated more. Kanda didn't get the hint that he was being lied too, but as he read back over his notes, he was beginning to see things not falling into place. It was like there was an edge piece being forced into the middle of the puzzle; it didn't fit.

"Alright…" Kanda said, staring at the notebook.

"S-Something wrong, A-Agent Kanda?" Allen asked, visibly wincing.

"Nothing," Kanda lied, standing up. He grabbed his jacket, "I'm heading out, be back whenever. Don't touch anything or break anything," he left without another word.

Allen sighed, dropping the pillow. That had been intense. He had to lie about everything. He had to! The Earl may have been rude, crude, and almost evil to Allen, but he had saved him and at least given him some form of income. Besides, lying would land him in jail, not lying would land him in the morgue.

Allen sighed again as he stood up. He honestly had no idea if The Earl was killing people or not, but he knew that something was up. Whatever it was, he couldn't say anything. It would be bad for The Earl and terrible for him. Just absolutely terrible.

"Now that I think about it…" Allen mumbled as he sat on the guest bed, "I kinda wish I had clothes…" He looked down at the stuff he had worn here. He didn't want to put it back on, but maybe if he washed the shorts he could wear those.

"Maybe then…" Allen said, picking up the cloth, "he won't look at me with such disgust…" he slumped back down on the bed, unsure of why he cared. His thoughts of Kanda mixed with the fact he had no idea how to run a washer.

Great… Can I do nothing at all? He asked himself. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. Both of his hands carefully closed the door as if they didn't want to wake anyone. He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't see what Kanda was so disgusted with. Well maybe it was because he need a shower…but this is what Allen always looked like.

"No one's ever had a problem with it…" he said, running his hand through his hair. He sighed, he needed a shower and now seemed as good a time as any.

"Why are you here?" Cross asked as he turned from the microscope to see Kanda leaning against the door frame.

"I need to talk to you, and no, I couldn't do it on the phone," Kanda said.

"Alright," Cross said, waving good bye to the girl who was reporting to him. Cross followed Kanda to his office to listen to what his partner had to say.

"Something isn't adding up. It's this kid. He seems to contradict everything I thought," He paused and glared at Cross. "Don't give me that look. No I don't trust him; yes I could've been lied too. There's no way to know!"

"Bring him down here; we'll give him a lie detector test."

Kanda sighed, "I'm not going to do that to him, if you want this to work, then you'd better not force that kid to do anything he's not comfortable with. We'll just have to ride this one out."

"Kanda, it's been 15 years since that first murder, it's time we caught this asshole."

"I know, and I'll find a way. If I get that kid to trust me enough to know I won't do anything bad if he tells me the whole truth, we'll get this guy for murder and anything else you want to throw down on him."

Cross nodded, "Good. Just don't promise that brat anything too good, you can't keep a whore out of jail."

"He's 16, Cross," Kanda snapped, turning on his heel and leaving.

Wait…why did he even care if the kid went to jail? Was it because he was so young and hadn't had a choice?

Kanda flipped up his phone and dialed Lavi's number.

"Yuuuuuup~?" Lavi breathed.

"Lavi, remind me about High School, everything."


I'll catch up on WHY Kanda wants to know about High School at the end of the next chapter

stay tuned