A/N: omigod. It has been WAY too long since chapter 8. I'm soooooooo sorry!! I hope you like this chapter a lot though! I'm so so so so sorry that I was so slow. I kept putting it off. XD But I do hope you like it, and please review!

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Chapter 9: True Feelings

Kanda cleaned Allen's arms first, as they were the most messed up. Or that he could see. Before he started, he looked at them carefully. His eyes widened when he caught Tyki's scent on one of them and he let out a soft growl of anger. Tyki had licked him or something…He wiped Allen's arms gently with a wet cloth. The boy was still unconscious. Kanda picked out the splinters of wood and then bandaged his arms carefully.

He glanced at Allen before continuing. He had thought the boy had mumbled something…Shrugging it off, he started cleaning Allen's hands. They were cut up too, but it seemed from glass or ceramic, not wood. They were covered with blood. The smell was getting to Kanda, but he was able to push it away.

Allen flinched when Kanda pulled a piece of glass from his palm, letting out a soft moan. Kanda moved up the bed slightly, watching his face. He watched as Allen's silver eyes opened slowly, staying halfway closed. They were glazed, but they focused onto Kanda's face. The vampire cupped his cheek gently, brushing his thumb against Allen's skin.

"How're you doing?" he asked softly.

He felt the hand that he had been cleaning close weakly over his fingers and saw Allen smile. "You came back," he murmured.

Kanda nodded. "Yeah," he said.

Allen blinked, eyes clearing slightly. Then he tried to push himself up into a sitting position and whimpered. He couldn't get himself up. Silently Kanda pulled him up, letting him lean against his chest.

"I thought…I thought…I was gunna…g-gunna…" Allen whispered quietly, looking down at his hands. They were cleaned, but not bandaged. Kanda took them gently and started wrapping them. "…die…"

And then he was sobbing. Tears rolled down his cheeks fast and thick. He turned slightly, burying his head in Kanda's neck. Once the vampire had finished binding his hands, he gripped Kanda's shirt. Kanda wrapped his arms gently around Allen, listening to the boy's disjointed sobs.

"I s-said all that s-stuff and t-then you…y-you w-w-went away," Allen whispered through his sobs. "I thought I was g-gunna d-d-die!"

Allen's whole body shook as he cried, but soon it slowed and he pushed away slightly so that he could look at Kanda. "You must think that I'm such a wimp," he murmured, sniffing slightly. "Crying like this…and not being able to do any—"

"Shut up," Kanda ordered, placing a finger over Allen's lips. "You're not a wimp…You could've never beaten Tyki…

Allen stared at him as Kanda took his finger away, placing both hands on each of the boy's shoulders. "You didn't give up though, that's not what it looked like…" he continued with a slight smile. He leaned down, pulling Allen towards him, and kissed him gently.

It was only when Allen made a soft, pained noise that Kanda drew away. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Allen shrank away from Kanda's touch on his left shoulder. He tried to pull away, whimpering. Kanda drew his hand away. "What did Tyki do?" he asked sharply. "What happened to your shoulder?"

"H-he slammed m-me into the d-door frame…" he mumbled, looking down. He was shaking slightly.

Kanda was silent for a moment. "Can I…see?" he asked slowly. Allen stared at him, then nodded and started undoing his shirt. But his hands were shaking too badly that he fumbled and was unable to do it. Kanda pushed them out of the way carefully and undid it for him. Allen shivered from the shirt, letting it fall away. Then carefully he straightened where he sat.

The ebony haired vampire stared at him, eyes widening slightly. His left shoulder was a mass of black-and-blue bruising. His navy eyes traveled from that to Allen's back. Bruises decorated the pale skin. He trailed his fingers across them gently and felt Allen shiver, taking a shaky breath.

After a moment, he pulled Allen closer and leaned to the side, looking at his chest. There was a purplish bruise coloring the right side. His fingers drifted to it, pressing it gently. Allen drew a swift breath and whimpered. "It hurts…" he murmured, eyes closed.

"Sorry," Kanda said. He found himself just staring. Not at the bruises or the cuts, but at Allen. Even colored purple and blue, he was beautiful. Slender, but well muscled…but still had a certain softness…His eyes traveled up slowly, then froze at his neck. There, like little stars, were small silver scars. They decorated Allen's throat like a disconnected necklace. He had done that. He continued to stare. He hadn't thought that that he would make scars.

"Those are…" he murmured, touching them gently. He ran his fingers over them. They were raised a millimeter or so, just small bumps.

"…Scars," Allen replied carefully. "…From you…"

He winced slightly, as if he expected Kanda to snap at him, but the vampire stayed silent. His eyes were dragged downward for a moment and then he looked up, finally meeting Allen's eyes. There was a bruise on his temple, but besides that, his face was fine. Allen stared back. He seemed slightly unnerved at how Kanda had been staring.

"What's…what's wrong?" Allen asked nervously.

Kanda didn't answer. He just tipped Allen's chin slightly and kissed him. This kiss was gentle, but it was passionate, intimate. The boy pressed back with a soft moan, pressing his body against Kanda's.

"I thought I was too late," Kanda murmured through Allen's lips, licking them. "When I heard your yell, I thought I was too late."

"N-no," Allen replied softly, shivers going through his body as Kanda's fingers graced across his back and chest. "Just…just…" He didn't want to think about it. He hurt. Everywhere hurt. His whole body was sore. He didn't want to think about anything anymore…not for a while at least. It had to have been the middle of the night. He just wanted to…to…He didn't know what he wanted to do.

Curl up beside Kanda…fall asleep and…

He was getting distracted by Kanda's fingers. They continued dipping lower…lower…lower…he let out a shaky gasp, leaning against the vampire. He was cool. It felt good.

Allen couldn't think clearly. He was a little dizzy. He pulled away from the kiss, taking a slow breath.

"Don't think about it," Kanda murmured in his ear.

"But I can't!" he said, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Its just…I feel like he's going to come out of the shadows or—"

He was cut off when Kanda's lips captured his in a heated kiss. It was like he was trying to chase away the fears that Allen had. He parted his lips slightly, and Kanda's tongue slipped inside.

"I love you," Kanda mumbled. "I would never do that ritual…"

He was pushing Allen back gently. The boy didn't seem to notice, until he found himself on the bed and he winced. His shoulder stung. Kanda drew away from the kiss. "…Trust me…" And he kissed Allen again, in the same heated desperation. All of Allen's fears flew from him as he felt Kanda's fingers on his skin, going lower and lower. He closed his eyes, moaning softly. He trusted Kanda. He trusted him 100. And so he let him continue his decent of his cool fingers until they undid his belt…

-ooo-

Allen's first sensation when he woke was perfect bliss. A calm that he didn't think he had experienced before. He didn't open his eyes, for fear of losing the feeling. He moved an inch or so and a new feeling came to him. He groaned softly, keeping his eyes tightly shut. Shifting, he found himself trapped. His heart jumped a beat. Something cool was keeping him from moving anywhere! His eyes flew open and he turned his head.

He was kept from turning completely. But he saw a mass of navy hair and everything came flooding back. For a moment he felt slightly overwhelmed. So much had happened last night. But then he smiled at the most recent memories.

Kanda's arms were wrapped around his stomach, holding him in place. Allen noticed that he was slightly warmer than normal and wondered why. He couldn't really see the vampire's face; it was buried in his back and covered by his hair.

Allen moved slightly, twisting. He pulled at Yu's arms, wriggling free of them gently. He didn't wake up. Ignoring the pain that lanced through his whole being as he sat up, he swung his feet around to the side of the bed, resting them on the floor. Then he moved to stand.

A cool hand tightened around his arm and tugged him back to the bed. He gave a startled yelp, collapsing again onto the cushions and against a body. He winced as the pain intensified slightly.

"Where're you going?" Kanda murmured, pulling him closer.

Allen let out a breath. "You startled me," he said. "I didn't think you were awake."

"Course I was awake, Moyashi," he mumbled, opening an eye. "You woke me up…"

"Sorry," Allen replied. "I was trying not to."

Kanda yawned widely and Allen thought that just for a moment, he saw fangs. But they were gone a moment later. Maybe he was just imagining things. "You were squirming…" he said, then leaned closer and kissed Allen.

Allen fidgeted slightly, then pulled away when oxygen was becoming an issue. He gasped for air. "You know, its hard when you don't need air and you just keep going on and on…" he commented.

The vampire smirked. "Is it now? Last night you seemed to like it when I went on and on…" he said in a silky purr, nipping at Allen's ear.

Allen flushed brightly. He wasn't used to this kind of relationship…

"Stop it," Kanda growled and his voice was edged with anger.

"What?" Allen asked, confused. He pulled back a bit to look at Kanda.

"The blush," he said.

The human blinked several times, his blush going down due to his confusion. "Mm…can I get up?" he asked, tugging back. "I want to check what time it is…" The clock had disappeared from the nightstand during the activities that took place that night; it had probably rolled under the bed.

Kanda grunted, but pulled his arms away, letting Allen sit up once more. He shivered, then pulled himself up onto his feet. He wobbled, getting lightheaded.

"What's wrong?" Kanda asked sharply from behind him. Allen just stood silent for a moment.

"I'm fine, nothings wrong," Allen said with a slight untruthful smile as he glanced at Kanda. He didn't want to go back to the hospital. He was really beginning to dislike it. It was too white and too clean and Kanda couldn't stay with him the whole time. It had a weird smell too. He wasn't going back. The boy knew that Kanda would want him to go, but he didn't want to.

Allen headed over to the window carefully, then rested a hand on the sill to steady himself. He really was lightheaded. But after a moment, it passed. He pulled the window coverings back a little, just enough to look out. A bright sliver of sunlight cut into the room.

A loud grunt of pain accompanied with a growl and a loud thud came from behind Allen. He turned swiftly, the fabric falling back into place.

Most of the blankets had been pulled off the bed. Allen walked around the bed swiftly, still slightly unstable, to find Kanda sprawled on the floor and tangled with the blankets. He pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"W-what happened?" Allen asked, staring at him.

"Damn sunlight," he grunted, rubbing his arm.

"Oh! Sorry! I forgot! I didn't think it would be so…late…" he said, eyes widening. "School!"

"Calm down, its Saturday," Kanda muttered. He tried to pull himself off the floor, but collapsed against the bed. "…Ah."

"K-Kanda?" the silver haired boy asked, crouching down by him. "What's wrong?"

"Just…got dizzy there," he said, placing a hand on his head. "It'll go away in a minute…" He sat still for a moment, more still than a human could, then tried to stand again, getting the same results. "Or not."

Allen watched him, concern and worry evident on his face, then his eyes widened. "Oh!" he said. "I know…" He moved closer, moving his head to expose his neck. "You need to drink…"

Kanda blinked several times. "No, idiot. You're hurt," he said sharply. "I don't want you dying on me or anything."

"Stop being dramatic, I'll be fine. Drink!" Allen said, slightly more demanding.

"I won't," Kanda said stubbornly.

Allen frowned slightly. "You're the one who's going to pass out," he said. "I'll be fine."

Kanda was having trouble not biting Allen. He smelled so good. It was just too tempting. He let out a low growl, moving closer as his fangs slid out, then turned his head swiftly, snapping his mouth shut. "I won't."

Allen moved closer, wrapping his arms around Kanda's neck. "Stop pulling away. You need it. I don't want you getting sick," he murmured.

The vampire's navy eyes focused onto the boy's neck. He could hear Allen's heartbeat. He could feel Allen's heartbeat. It wasn't quickened. He wasn't scared. It was steady. He was sure. Kanda took a deep unneeded breath and bit into Allen's neck.

Allen gave a small gasp, but didn't pull away. He continued holding Kanda, eyes partially closed. His already lightheaded state was elevating slightly. Maybe…this wasn't such a good idea…he thought to himself.

Kanda swallowed. He tasted so good. But he couldn't lose control. Not like last time. That was too close. He felt a small push on his chest and pulled back, staring at Allen.

"That's…all I can take for right now, I think." Allen's eyes were glistening slightly, like he had a fever. But Kanda couldn't tell anything. His own temperature was still higher than normal.

The vampire nodded slowly, running his tongue across his lips to clear them of blood, then pulled his fangs back. "How do you feel?" he asked seriously, watching the boy. He seemed pale, his cheeks slightly flushed.

But Allen pushed it away with a smile. "As long as you're fine," he said happily. "I'll live with it."

Kanda watched him with worry. He always did that. He was so selfless. That would get him killed.

"But I think I need to eat something," the boy said, standing up slowly. "I'm a little hungry…" The vampire pulled himself up as well, feeling his strength returning already.

Allen walked carefully over to his closet, opening the white sliding door to pull out new clothes. He glanced behind him, making sure that Kanda wasn't watching him. He wasn't. He leaned against the wooden frame for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Kanda asked sharply, his voice cutting through the silence. Allen glanced around, meeting the vampire's dark gaze. Navy eyes narrowed slightly. The boy didn't look too good. He looked even paler.

"Its n-nothing," the silver haired boy said, forcing his voice to become even. It was difficult, but he was able to retain a somewhat normal tone. Kanda watched as he turned and fixed his shirt. The vampire didn't miss the small gasp as he shifted his weight.

He looked away. He just needed food. That was it. "Go get something to eat," he grunted, pulling his own shirt on. His hair was a mess. The vampire stayed where he was until he had heard Allen walk from the room and go down the stairs. Even then he didn't turn around.

He ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. It was his fault that Allen was so hurt. The room was silent as Kanda froze, staring at the wall. The young man downstairs was in the kitchen, Kanda could hear, as a plate clattered against the counter.

And then a shattering echoed from downstairs. Kanda's eyes widened as he heard a dull thud follow the crash. "Allen!" he gasped, turning swiftly and ran from the room. He almost fell down the stairs, then grabbed the banister, his feet leaving the ground for a moment. A small crack came from the wood from the force of his pull.

The vampire skidded to a halt in the kitchen door and looked around swiftly. Chunks of china were strewn across the floor. Allen was unconscious, sprawled across the linoleum floor. He seemed to have collapsed. "Allen!" he said, kneeling down beside him. "Shit. This is all my fault."

He moved over to the kitchen window, pulling the covering back an inch. With a soft hiss, he dropped it again. There was no way he could help Allen until the sun set. "Damn it. Damn it…" he muttered. "Fucking sun. If he dies…its all my fault."

-ooo-

"I need help," Kanda snapped, walking into the emergency room entrance hurriedly, holding Allen carefully so that the boy wasn't jostled. A nurse bustled over to him, startled.

"What happened to him?" she asked, looking at Allen carefully. Kanda ignored everyone else in the emergency room, sitting in chairs, waiting to get help. The hospital smelled of blood. It was hurting his head. He gritted his teeth for a moment.

"Found him on the ground in his house," Kanda grunted. "The room was a mess…Someone had broken in."

All the while as they were talking, they had been walking quickly through a white, straight hallway. They were met at a pair of doors by a stretcher and several more nurses and a doctor. Kanda set Allen down gently. He made to follow them, but the nurse stopped him.

"I'm sorry, you can't come in here," she said to him.

"Let me go with him," Kanda said, glaring at her. She held her ground.

"I'm sorry sir. I know you're worried about your friend, but I can't let you go."

"…Fine. Just take care of him," he growled, turning swiftly.

"You can wait in the waiting room," she told his retreating back.

He hadn't been in there for very long before a doctor walked out. Kanda recognized him immediately. The man had been the doctor who had taken care of Allen before. "I remember you," he said after he had greeted the vampire. "You were with him the first time."

"You remember him," Kanda said flatly.

"Allen Walker," the doctor said, flipping a page on his clipboard. "He was here a little bit ago. I have to say, I'm kind of worried. He's been here twice, I'm pretty sure, in the past several weeks. Is there something I should know?"

"No," the vampire said.

"Alright. Well, can you tell him how you found him?"

"He was on the ground in his kitchen…there were broken shards of plate on the floor."

"Was he awake when you found him?" the doctor asked, looking at him over his glasses.

Kanda grunted angrily. "Yes, he was. But he passed out a couple minutes after I found him."

The doctor looked at him carefully before saying, "What about the bandages on his arms? The cuts are clean and wrapped. Did you do that?"

"Yes, I did," Kanda said. "He was bleeding a lot. I did that before leaving the house."

"Alright," the doctor said, making a mark on the paper. "He's going to be ok. One of his rips is bruised, and he has a mild concussion. He has severe bruising on his left shoulder, and across his back, but that should heal. He's going to be fine."

"You call that fine?" Kanda growled. "A mild concussion? Bruised ribs?"

"They're mild compared to some injuries. Please don't get angry. We'll see to them," the doctor said calmly. "In the meantime, I think it best for you to go out and get something to calm your nerves."

Kanda stared at him for a moment before turning and stalking from the room. He needed to kill something. He needed to dismember something. The vampire's dark eyes flashed dangerously as he left the hospital and a small group of students out late veered away from him.

He was passing a playground when he caught scent of a teenage girl. Kanda's eyes narrowed, turning more predatory. The girl was sitting on a swing, alone, looking around gloomily. Perfect.

The vampire slipped over to her. "What're you doing out so late?" he said, walking over to her. She looked around, startled. "Don't you know it's dangerous? To be alone."

"I don't care," she said. "Life sucks. What about you? You're alone…"

"I don't think I need to fear," he said, now leaning on a pole of the swing set.

"Why's that?"

Kanda's lips curved into a dark smirk, fangs flashing in the weak light. "I'm one of the reasons why it isn't safe, don't you know?" he growled.

She staggered to her feet, a small gasp escaping from her lips. The swing swung as she pushed away from it, grabbing onto the pole. "What're you?!" she cried, her voice cracking slightly.

"Someone hungry and angry and not to be crossed," Kanda growled, then before she could move, he was before her. She hit the pole hard in the back when his hand closed around her throat. The girl writhed, gasping, trying to pull his hand away. He tightened it slightly, grabbing one of wrists with his other hand.

"Do you like the color red?" he murmured in her ear. A shudder went through the small frame of the girl as his cool breath ghosted across her skin. Then he bit down hard on her wrist. Blood splashed the grass and ran down her arm and through his fingers. He was still angry. He pulled away for a moment, then licked her wrist shortly before moving to the other, biting it and doing the same.

She gave a gasping cry, unable to breathe.

"Oh, so sorry," he said, pulling his hand away from her throat. The moment he pulled his hand away, she sucked air in to scream. Swiftly he covered it with his palm. "No screaming."

He bit down hard on her neck, gripping her wrist tightly. He could feel blood trickle through his fingers as he swallowed fully, sucking hard. She was good. Not as good as Allen. Allen… he bit down harder, making a ragged gash on her neck as Allen crossed his mind. It was his fault that he was hurt.

The girl was almost limp now. She gave another weak attempt to free herself before a small gasp escaped her lips and she fell completely limp. Kanda didn't let her go until he had drained her completely, then drew away from her, letting her fall to the ground.

He had gotten blood all over his clothes and his hands…and the grass and the swing set. He stared at it, expression blank.

"That was very bloody," a familiar voice said. Kanda didn't turn. He knew who that was.

"I don't think so," he growled, licking his hand. "Leave me alone Lavi."

A/N: I hope you liked it. Please review, tell me what you think! 8D