A/N: Oh your reviews for last chapter were really amusing to me, even though the last chapter was far from amusing. Even so, perhaps this chapter will make up for me being a total jerk to Allen, although probably not. My only hope is that you will enjoy this next chapter, because guess who comes and saves the day, more or less.

So please enjoy the chapter and review when you're done.

silverdragon

Disclaimer: I don't own D Gray Man or the characters, sorry.

Chapter 14 Surviving

Kanda ran down the hallways, peering into all of the class rooms and closets in search of his Moyashi. Damn that kid, he couldn't have just waited a few extra minutes for Kanda to come pick him up? Was it so hard to follow simple instructions? Kanda's anxiety levels were through the roof at the moment, and all he wanted to do was find Allen safe and sound in his arms. When he'd become so sentimental didn't really matter right now, all the Japanese teen knew was that if the Noah had found Allen they were both screwed.

He knew he should've listened to his instincts before, but it was too late to regret not acting upon them. From now on, he wouldn't let his feelings just pass him by, it was obviously too dangerous to not keep someone in the loop. As he raced down the hallway he heard a muffled gasp, and stopped dead in his tracks. It was Allen, he was sure of it, even though he didn't really understand how he was sure.

He sped through the hallways in the direction of the noise, finally coming upon the stairs that led to the basement. There were very few things running through his head at that moment, the most prominent being the need to help his Moyashi, but there was another one that couldn't help but see the irony in his situation. It was in this same portion of the school that incident with Alma had happened, and now something was going wrong with Allen, in the same spot within the school.

Kanda shook his head free of the thought, that wasn't going to save Allen from whatever harm he was in right now. He raced down the stairs and stealthily crept along the hallway, he could hear evidence of a fight, and when walking into a fight it was always good to have the upper hand. So he made his way down the hall, finally coming onto a scene that made his blood boil.

A group of girls, all more bitchy then the next were mercilessly beating on Allen, who was curled up in a fetal position on the floor. He stood shell shocked for a moment, not knowing what to do, watching in horror as Allen took one sharp blow after another. Why wasn't he fighting back? The sprout definitely had the skill and power to blow away all of the girls that were beating on him, so why didn't he use it?

It was then that something Allen said on the roof came back to him, "I usually feel really bad when I burn someone…" The damn soft hearted fool was too afraid of hurting the people who were causing him immense pain. Kanda shook his head, this was turning from a good day, to one he would remember for the rest of his life.

Kanda waited and tried to see and opening in the mob that surrounded Allen, trying to find a weakness he could exploit to get the beansprout out of the mess. He couldn't seem to find one though, and his mind raced with all of the possible outcomes of him just rushing in. He could end up just like Allen, lying on the floor getting the crap beat out of him, or he could try to defuse the situation, which really wasn't something he usual did.

His thinking stopped abruptly when he heard a loud snap, and as Kanda looked down he watched as Allen went lip, eyes rolling up into the back of his head. They'd broken his spine. Those bitches had broken the boy's spine, and they were still pounding mercilessly into his body. It was that fact that sent Kanda off the deep end, his anger boiling over until he couldn't control it anymore.

He rushed into the center of the mob, pushing people out of the way and into others and kneeling next to the white haired boy on the floor. As soon as he broke through the swarm of girls a spell seemed to have broken and they all snapped out of their crazed states to finally realize what they'd done.

"Oh my god, is he dead?" One of the girls asked, her voice shaking a little.

"Shut the fuck up and let me check you whore," Kanda spat back while he lifted Allen's head onto his lap.

"Don't let him be dead, please, hang in there Moyashi," his thoughts practically screamed while he checked for a pulse, a heartbeat, anything that would prove that Allen was still alive.

He relaxed a little when he saw the faint up and down movement of Allen chest, and felt a very light pulse beneath his fingertips. The relief was short lived however, because anger quickly rushed in to take its place. Putting Allen's head back on the ground Kanda stood up, his fury coming off of him in waves.

"Get out now," he growled between clenched teeth.

"But Kanda we were doing this for you, so you could forget about that ridiculous loser and move on." One girl said in a rather nasty tone of voice. She was the first one to taste Kanda's fist as he aimed a punch right at her face. He felt cartilage break under his knuckles and listened to the satisfying crunch of a broken bone as he smashed her nose in. The girl passed out from the sheer force of the blow, and dropped like a sack of potatoes in the middle of the group.

"Anyone else want to say this was for me?" Kanda watched as all of the remaining girls shook their heads in unison. "Then get the fuck out of here before I beat the shit out of you, just like you did to him. And take your trash with you." He pointed to the one whose nose was broken and turned around, tending to Allen now that some of his anger was sated.

The white haired boy was in bad shape, Kanda knew that if he didn't wake up soon, there was a possibility that the Moyashi could go into a coma. The Japanese teen didn't know much about medical care, but he did know that if he took Allen to a hospital it would not end well. First off there was Allen's temperature, which was unnaturally high, then there was the fact that some of the minor cuts and scrapes that he'd received had already started to heal. The most Kanda could think to do was hold the other teen until he woke up, so he gently placed Allen's head onto his lap idly petting the feathery light hair on top of his head.

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All Allen could see was black. There were no other colors, and the darkness seemed to envelope him in an almost comforting blanket. Was he dead? This didn't seem to coincide with everything he'd ever read or heard about dying. Where was the light at the end of the tunnel? Where were the pearly gates?

Allen tried to move, but found that he couldn't, his body seemed totally useless to him at the moment. It wasn't like there was anywhere to go to, the inky blackness was everywhere, and it didn't look as though it stopped. So Allen gave up trying to move, it was pointless so why waste the energy.

Instead he started thinking, because even though he was immobile he could still think freely. The thoughts that invaded his mind were not the type that he usually liked to entertain, sad thoughts that only made his life seem worse.

Questions like "Is Kanda really the one?" and "Did I make the right choice?" Things like love and destiny seemed trivial at the moment, because if he really was dead they didn't even matter anymore. However if he wasn't dead, a slight possibility, but a possibility none the less, then these things needed to be brought to the surface, before something else happened. These things were something that he really didn't want to address and they were coming out. So Allen had to deal with them or be suffocated by the uncertainty of it all.

So why had he picked Kanda, besides the obvious reasons that they could be soul mates? He barely even knew the guy, so why did his heart seem to yearn for that annoyingly familiar ice cold presence? How was it possible that two complete opposites, two people who were like night and day to each other, could fit so well together?

Allen didn't know, but in his heart he understood that despite their obvious differences they were the same inside. They'd both experienced loss, and heartache, and were both broken up by the fact that they couldn't do anything to save the person they loved. It wasn't much of a connection, but it was enough to warrant digging deeper, to actually try and find out what made them so similar.

His head was starting to hurt, all of the thoughts crowding his brain were too much to handle. So he let them go, one at a time until his mind was completely blank, which is when he heard it.

A deep voice was humming a song that Allen had only heard a handful of times in his short life, but it was a song he seemed to know by heart. He gently opened his eyes, afraid to see that he actually had died and that he was in heaven, or where ever phoenix go in between reincarnations. His gaze was met with a completely different sight, one that he would both cherish and remember forever. He could see Kanda's hair, the blue-black tresses floating silently in a slight breeze, and he could also see Kanda's face, the worry etched into ever line, and the faraway look in his eyes, as though he was trying not to think about what was happening.

The song wove its way through Allen's head, the melody coming in a whisper of a memory, and the words falling into place like dominos. The white haired boy started humming along, letting the music fill him like it usually did, and wondering how it was that Kanda knew the song too. It didn't really matter at the moment, because as he started singing the words everything seemed to fall into place. Kanda continued humming in a deep baritone, and the soft tenor of Allen's voice fit in perfectly.

Allen felt lost in the music for a moment, before Kanda finally looked down at him, showing concerned eyes of cobalt. The magic of the music broke, but the intensity of their locked gazes was only just beginning to blossom, and they stayed like that for a moment, each wondering the same thing.

"How does he know that song?" their eyes seemed to relay, and the answer hit Allen first. It was the song of the phoenix, ancient and long forgotten by the people of the world, remaining dormant in the minds of each phoenix generation until there was a time it was needed. Perhaps it would surface in a time of mourning or loss, or maybe it would appear in a time of happiness and joy. Either way, it seemed to be a final test of sorts for Kanda. For him to know this song, he had to be the other phoenix, because no one else would even understand it's meaning, or actually be able to hear the words.

"How do you know that song?" Kanda asked, seemingly bewildered by the turn of events, "I've only ever heard it..."

"In your head." Allen finished, knowing the feeling of listening to something no one else could hear, and smiling slightly at the new turn of events.

"How did you know?" Kanda almost whispered it in amazement, and the white haired boy had to really focus to catch the words.

"I hear it to," he confessed, "It's just more proof that you and I are meant to be." He tried to smile, but at that moment an intense flash of pain wracked his entire frame, making him grimace in pain.

This was what he expected, but taking a short mental inventory of his body he realized that he couldn't move his legs, and that his back hurt to the point that it was almost unbearable. His spine was no doubt broken, but his body would heal it one way or another. Meaning that if he didn't get it put back in place soon, his body would heal it improperly and he would be crippled for life. He needed Kanda's help now more than ever, and thankfully no one was around to witness what was about to unfold.

Walking Kanda through the motions Allen started to tell him how to realign his spine so that it could heal properly. Allen knew that fixing the problem was going to hurt like hell, and he really didn't want to show Kanda how much pain he was actually in, but there was nothing else he could do. He needed Kanda there to fix his body, or else he was going to be next to useless.

When Kanda had finally located the break, Allen had to tell him what to do. This had happened before actually, Road had once beaten him so severely that his spine had broken in multiple places. Thankfully the leader of the Noah, the Millennium Earl, had wanted him in good enough shape to be tortured more, so the man had fixed Allen's back himself. Which is how he'd come by the knowledge to fix his currently broken spine, something he was passing onto Kanda in a moment of desperation.

As soon as Kanda had found something for him to bite on, the Japanese man set about following instructions, pushing multiple vertebras back into place in Allen's spinal column. With every pop and crack Allen screamed in agony, the pain would've been too much for any normal person to bear, but he'd been tortured by some of the most ruthless people on the face of the earth, this was nothing compared to that.

When Kanda was done, Allen could feel his spinal cord begin to piece itself back together, and he exhaled a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure and halt the tears that had started to fall.

"Are you okay, Moyashi?" Kanda looked into Allen's eyes, which the white haired boy had to school to show anything but the pain he was feeling.

"I'm better, and thank you Kanda." Allen felt the words barely slip out before he was knocked back into unconsciousness by the waves of pain that had taken over his body.

A/N: And so another chapter concludes, I hope you enjoyed it, and please review and tell me what you think.