Nightmare

Attention/Disclaimer: D. Gray Man does not belong to me, nor do its characters, buildings, etc. ((I would rather enjoy owning Kanda, though, as I am sure many other fans would... *winks*)) Also, any events, names, or places named/written in the future that are markedly similar to anyone else's work, I'm sorry for any coincidence, but all of this is purely from my imagination. I do not copy people's work. EVER.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! You get the Special Ending. I must warn you though...It is rather....Intense. Kinda lemony...Sorry for those of you who don't like that...But it seems to be the best ending, in my opinion, to the story. Implied sex. No actual stuff...I don't do that. WAY to awkward for me.^_^ I hope that this is the ending you wanted. Enjoy.

Chapter Twenty Six: The End

"I have a name, Kanda, and you know it. And if you can't remember it, I'll pound it into your head." Allen said, tilting her chin up proudly. This surprised Kanda quite a bit, as he was expecting a more...well, girlish reaction.

"And if you thing that for one second, that I am just going to take any apology or whatever you might offer, you are sadly mistaken." Though her words were harsh, Kanda could see that she was somewhat relieved that he was there. Or...That's what he hoped he saw.

"Che. As if I would apologize to you." he responded, a smart-ass smirk on his beautiful face. Allen nearly smiled at him, but instead took a step closer to the Japanese man.

"Kanda....I have something to give you." she said, hands behind her back.

"Oh really."

"Yes, I do." Allen moved her right arm from behind her back, pulled it back to gain power, and then punched Kanda in the face.

"You stupid, pompous, irritating asshole!!" she yelled, glaring at him. Kanda was frozen in shock, half facing away from her, touching the side of his face with his finger tips.

"You think that you can just come back here and act like you didn't treat me like shit?! Like you didn't tell me that I was a waste of time?! Are you really that retarded, BaKanda?!" Allen growled, fists clenched angrily.

Kanda stood up calmly, then looked at her, his expression unreadable. Allen felt her heart clench painfully and feared that she had spoken too harshly. That was the same look that he gave her last time they spoke. And, just like before, he walked right up to her, expression remaining the same.

Only, this time, he reached his hand up, the same that had been touching his bruised cheek, and slipped it up against Allen's neck. He pulled her close and touched the tips of his fingers, from his other hand, to her jaw. Allen stared up at him in surprise just before-

His lips brushed gently against hers once, teasing her. He pushed her back several steps, smiling wickedly against her lips.

Kanda had backed her into a corner, Allen noted, his dark eyes shining as he pulled away. A few steps more and Allen had her back against the wall, her eyes very confused. Kanda laid his hand on the wall near her head, lowering his head towards her once more.

"Kanda?" Allen asked, sounding much calmer than the situation called for, as if the man she truly loved hadn't just kissed her, even though she had just punched him. As if her heart wasn't running a marathon in her chest.

"Moyashi." Kanda responded, his Japanese accent growing thick, sending shivers down Allen's spine. She blinked in surprise at the odd tone in Kanda's deep voice. Was he trying to sound....seductive? If so, it was working a wonder, Allen noted as she fought off her desire for the older man. Kanda leaned closer to Allen's face, so close that Allen, on a previously unknown instinct, lowered her eyelids until they were nearly closed, her mouth parting only in the slightest, clearly expectant.

"Join me for dinner..." the dark-haired swordsman whispered, his breath ghosting over Allen's lips, causing another tremor to travel down her spine. Kanda's left hand gently took hold of Allen's hand, which he brought to his lips to deliver a tender kiss to her knuckles. Allen swore she felt a tiny trace of tongue, but it was too brief for her to have been sure.

"Wha-? Where?" Allen asked, her pulse racing.

"Come to my room in three hours, Moyashi." Kanda said, his normal tone taking over his voice as he began walking away. Allen dead-panned, her surprise evident. Kanda felt the urge to chuckle at the confused girl, but refrained. He had an image to uphold, after all.

The poor girl had to lean on the wall to keep from falling. She lightly held her hand with the other, staring at the retreating swordsman until he disappeared.

"What??!" Lenalee asked a bit louder than was necessary. She stared at Allen in surprise- well, it might be better classified as openly gaping in surprise. Lavi was staring at Allen in surprise too, but then burst out laughing.

"What is your problem, Lavi?" Allen asked, her cheeks flushed. Initially, she had only meant to tell them that Kanda had asked her to meet him somewhere to talk, but...The Grand Master of Finding Things Out, AKA Lavi, had seen right through the attempted calm expression on Allen's face and demanded to know what really happened. Allen had immediately broken out into a blush, quite out of her control, long before she had even managed to think of a response, probably in the negative.

"He...wants to have dinner w-with you?" Lavi asked, trying to hold back his laughs. Allen flushed a brilliant red.

"Shut up, Lavi!"

"So, does this mean I don't have to go shopping with you guys?"

"No!!" came the immediate refusal by both older exorcists. Allen sighed in defeat.

"In fact, this is even more of a reason to go shopping! You need something to wear!" Lenalee insisted, dragging Allen off to the boat that was waiting for them.

"Come on Allen! To London!" Lavi grinned at the defeated girl. This would be fun!

Allen swallowed and knocked on the door before her with great hesitance. The "shopping" trip had taken only half an hour, as Lenalee knew exactly where to go. Allen had been wary, but she trusted Lenalee. However...Allen was sure of one thing:

The world had gone crazy. Completely, utterly insane. Surely, soon the world would just end from all the impossibilities that were going on.

She had been on a shopping trip.

In the midst of a war.

To have dinner with the most anti-social, angry, murderous exorcist, (not including the clearly psychotic General Winters Sokalo) in the entire Order.

The world was utterly insane.

But, as for the door she was facing right now, Allen knew that this was the most insane impossibility of them all. There was no doubt that she wanted to do this, but it was just so....Weird, having Kanda acting as gentlemanly as he was. She would never have thought, in a million years, that Kanda would behave in such a manner.

Perhaps....Perhaps it was because of Kanda's Japanese up-bringing? Had he been taught to act this way with women?(Not that Allen really considered herself to be a woman, she was only fifteen, going on sixteen.) Kanda certainly held some chivalrous thoughts in that head of his, along with the biting sarcasm, death threats, and violently explosive temper.

All of these thoughts occurred quickly, since it was only a few seconds after she had knocked that the door opened.

"Finally. You certainly took long eno-" Kanda's tongue defied him in his shock. The moyashi...she...had...she was wearing.... Kanda could not find words as he surveyed the girl before him. The..young woman.

Allen wore her exorcist coat, but underneath was a slim-fitting red dress. It held her gentle curves like a tender lover, ending slightly above the knees at a crooked cut, slanting down to cover one knee before coming back up to hug the back of her legs. Kanda swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as his sharp eyes traveled up. The dress was held up by one strap; a tempting invitation in it's own will.

Allen shifted nervously under Kanda's gaze, reminding Kanda that the poor girl was still standing in the open, in front of his door, wearing a seductive little number, and -holy hell!- high heels, visible for all to see, were someone to walk by.

Kanda moved out of the way, letting Allen in. Finding his voice, he murmured shyly, "That's quite a dress."

"Oh... Thank you. I w-wasn't sure how I should dress....But-! If you don't like it-"

"-I like it just fine, Moyashi." Again with that husky accent! Allen was sure that there would be permanent damage to her knees if this kept up. Kanda relieved Allen of her exorcist coat with a quick flick of his wrist and sent it flying to a corner. Allen stiffened at the sudden gust of air from her coat's disappearance. Her arms and back -the dress was missing a significant piece at the back, showing her soft, pale skin- were suddenly exposed to the air, which was less than warm, but not quite freezing.

"So what is for dinner-" Allen was cut off with a gasp as Kanda's calloused hand made contact with her arm, tracing a line up from her upper arm to her shoulder, then her spine, down to her lower back and up again. Allen's skin prickled at the pleasant sensation as Kanda stepped closer, pulling her back by her waist, pressing her against his chest. One arm lay wrapped comfortably around her waist, a casual thumb stroking the skin through the dress. The left hand reached up to Allen's neck, the index finger tracing another invisible line from her collar bone, up the column of her neck, to her jaw.

"The menu tonight, Moyashi," he said softly, passionate and accented voice filling her ear pleasantly, "Is you." He turned her head to the left and pressed his lips against hers.

Allen almost melted in his hold, only able to maintain her ground when Kanda had kissed her. Everything in her body was crying with delight as she kissed him in return.

Kanda parted his lips and pressed a questing tongue forward, licking Allen's lower lip, asking oh-so politely, like the gentleman he was being, for entrance. Allen gladly permitted, opening her mouth to begin a game of chase between them, lips connected still.

Kanda instinctively tightened his grip with his right arm, drawing Allen closer against him. Said right arm traveled up, faltering just below Allen's chest, squeezing her ribs gently.

When finally they broke the kiss, it was only a few moments before Kanda released Allen long enough to spin her around in his arms and claim her again in his embrace. Kanda, while still holding Allen with his right arm, used his left hand to tilt Allen's head back, exposing her throat. He bent his head to capture a spot on her neck with his lips. He began licking, nibbling, sucking, kissing and biting at Allen's neck, earning a satisfied, and yet needy, moan from Allen with each touch. Kanda could feel the vibrations in her throat with each sound, which excited him all the more. Kanda's pants were beginning to feel especially tight, and he knew that soon his control would break.

Regardless of that knowledge, Kanda lowered his head towards the single strap on Allen's red dress. He took that strap into his mouth and pulled it slowly off her shoulder, a low growl sounding in his throat as he pressed her closer, wrapping his other arm around her as he leaned her back further so that she was nearly horizontal to the ground. His mouth moved to Allen's upper chest, not too far from her soft breasts. Allen whimpered softly, feeling Kanda's inexplicably talented tongue working wonders. She gasped as she felt her dress slipping slowly down her body, now that nothing held it up, except, of course, Kanda's own body.

"K-Kanda!" she gasped, moaning as he moved the top of the dress further south, exposing more of her skin.

"Yes, Moyashi?" Kanda questioned, looking up briefly.

"Wh-what about-" she moaned again, interrupting herself, as Kanda slid his tongue along Allen's sensitive skin.

"What about what?"

"Dinner," Allen said breathlessly, not even trying to form a full sentence anymore.

"As I explained, Moyashi," the nickname, when whispered like that, added to the heat that was quickly building into an inferno, causing Allen to shiver once more, "You are the menu tonight. And I intend to order everything-" he bit down on her skin briefly, making Allen arch her back, pressing further into Kanda, "-as I desire."

Allen swallowed and nodded dumbly, immersing herself in the feeling that she got from the sexy Japanese man.

Kanda let Allen's dress slip to the ground silently, completely exposing Allen to the air.

A sudden loud voice sounded outside the door, though a good few feet away.

"You did lock the door....right?" Allen asked breathlessly, reminding herself of a certain red-head that was prone to entering -without knocking- people's rooms. Kanda stiffened. Apparently, he hadn't.

"Yuuuuu-chaaaaan!!" Lavi yelled at the door, sounding pitiful. In the blink of an eye, Kanda had released Allen and had made his way to the door in a few swift strides. The door opened, but Kanda slapped a hand on it, stopping it immediately before it was opened any further.

"What, baka?" Kanda snapped. Lavi blinked. Kanda's face was flushed, his eyes sparkling oddly. Lavi's expertly trained eye traveled down and upon seeing the state of the swordsman's...sword, grinned like a perverted old man.

"You enjoying your own company, Yuu-chan?" Lavi teased, his lazy gaze looking up. Kanda glared, and released his hold on the door in favor of grabbing Lavi's shirt threateningly. Lavi ignored this and slowly pushed open the door with his hand. He blinked in surprise at the sight before him.

While Kanda had gone to the door to keep Lavi from opening all the way, Allen had moved quickly and pulled her dress back up, slipping the strap onto her shoulder, wiping briefly at the small trails of saliva on her chest and neck. Lavi had a sharp eye, and there was no need to incite his curiosity anymore than what the Bookman would have to ponder over. She turned her attention to what was being said at the door.

"What, baka?" Kanda demanded, his normal, angry tone in place. A few moments of silence before Lavi replied in a sly voice.

"You enjoying your own company, Yuu-chan?" Allen flushed at that tone, knowing what Lavi was referring to. Allen watched Kanda's hand disappear behind the door with an almost unseen movement. The door slowly opened to reveal Lavi, who was being held by Kanda. Lavi stared at Allen for a moment before a slow, somewhat sleazy grin took over his face.

"Hello, Allen-chan," he said slowly, his green eye gleaming in perversion.

"Hello, Lavi." Allen replied, embarrassed. Kanda growled at Lavi.

"If you are done, baka, then leave." he snarled angrily at the red-head.

"Actually, I'm not. I need to talk to Allen about something. But, after seeing how much you two are...enjoying each other...I will have to wait until morning." Lavi said, lightly swatting away Kanda's hand. Just before he turned to leave, he remarked quietly to Kanda, just above a whisper, "Be gently with her, Kanda, I'm sure it's her first time." With that said, Lavi neatly dodged a punch from Kanda and skipped away down the hallway, humming joyously to himself. Kanda growled and slammed the door shut, locking it with a furious twist of his hand. Allen watched Kanda stand at the door, his fists clenching and unclenching in anger.

"Kanda..." Allen whispered softly, laying her hand on his arm. Kanda opened his eyes and looked down at her, but didn't move. She stepped in between Kanda and the door, wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to kiss him sensually on the lips. Kanda pressed back, moving slowly, savoring the taste of those soft, pink, feminine lips. Kanda picked Allen up carefully and took her to his bed, laying her down on the blankets. He slowly pulled her dress off for the second time, placing a kiss on each patch of skin that was exposed. Allen writhed under his touch, emitting soft moans and gasping, erratic breaths. Her pleasured noises set his heart racing again, making the previously tight pants even more skin-loving.

Allen noticed Kanda's wince and the large bulge in his pants, making her even hotter under the (non-existent, as she was fully naked again) collar. Being the compassionate person that Allen was, she only wanted to help Kanda out. She reached for his pants, hooking her fingers in his belt loops and pulling him closer, before unbuttoning and unzipping those tight black pants. Re-attaching her fingers to the belt loops, she began pulling the pants down, leaving only Kanda's (also black) boxers. She looked up at Kanda, who had stepped out of his pants and had kicked them to the side. Allen got on her knees on the bed and wrapped her arms around Kanda's waist, pressing her naked chest against his lower stomach. Kanda idly stroked Allen's soft white hair as he pushed her back down onto the bed, straddling her in the process.

Allen undid the buttons on his shirt, slowly revealing his stomach and chest. His skin was pale, seeming as though it had never seen one ray of sunlight in its existence. Allen ran her hands up from the border of those boxers, her soft fingers leaving a burning trail as she reached to his wonderfully sculpted abs, then his toned chest, to finally rest on his shoulder, pushing his shirt off. Allen kissed his chest softly as her hands worked to rid Kanda of his shirt. She pressed her lips against his collar bone briefly before nipping at the skin, inciting a growl from Kanda. With a surprisingly steady voice, while trailing circles on the skin of the unbelievably sexy man above her, Allen asked, "Why did you ask me here, tonight, Kanda? It was my last, accurate knowledge that you hated me." Kanda left a dark, very much visible mark on Allen's neck, where it would be obvious to all, before he answered.

"Certain...insights...allowed me to see what I did not see before." Boy, was that a vague answer! Allen sighed softly, knowing that that was the most detailed response she was going to get for now, or possibly ever.

"Aren't you just the philosophic one?" Allen murmured softly, giggling. Kanda growled and silenced Allen with a passionate kiss, one that, if Allen had been standing, she probably would have collapsed due to weakened knee syndrome. Also, due to Kanda's ministrations and his dexterous, talented hands, Allen found that she could not form an intelligent sentence to save her life for the rest of the night.

**Author twitches....multiple times** Oh my god.. I can't believe I just wrote that.

Lavi and Komui sat in wait for the moment when the noises of pleasure would cease for at least ten minutes, but much to their dismay and surprise, they did not. No the two exorcists, who had proclaimed with all of their beings that they hated the other, were at it for hours..and hours. Lavi's lewd grin had faded some time after one A.M. to be replaced by a look of sheer horror. Komui had been able to keep Lavi from running into the room, probably screaming, "What are you doing to poor Allen-chan??!! Let her go you sex-fiend!!!" As it was, Lavi had needed to be bound and gagged, but he had nearly escaped three times in the process.

Komui had called in reinforcements to drag Lavi away to Komui's office, while he lay in wait for the perfect moment to strike. He had only been "hidden" in the shadows for ten minutes, Allen's cries of surprise and pleasure sounding across the hallway, along with Kanda's groans and gasps, when Lenalee, ear-plugs shoved in her innocent ears, marched up to Komui, seething, and drug him back to his office. Once there, Komui was also bound and gagged, then placed near Lavi. Lenalee turned on them.

"Do you realize what is going on between Allen-chan and Kanda-kun??" she demanded angrily, hands on hips. Lavi, who had been working on the gag to loosen it, finally got it loose enough and spat it out.

"Of course we do! That's why we were standing outside the door!! We wanted to keep them from being disrupted!" he defended, all signs of previous horror gone now. Lenalee glared at him, silencing him.

"With this??" she hissed, waving a camera in his face. Lavi gasped.

"That's not mine! It's my friend's!! I was holding it for them!! I wasn't gonna use it, honest!!" Lavi stuttered, truly afraid in the face of Lenalee's wrath. Sighing, Lenalee tossed the camera behind her into the messy hell that was Komui's office and pursed her lips in thought. Punishment was necessary at a time like this, but what would be the most effective for the two idiots before her? Several ideas appeared before her as she listened to the sounds of crashing towers of papers and files behind her as a cause of the disruption that throwing the camera created.

"I think that, starting tomorrow, until the time that you finish, you two will clean and organize this office." Expressions of horror and fear were displayed before her in the faces of her brother and colleague.

"You will receive food twice a day, be allowed to bathe once a day, and seven hours of sleep exactly. If you find that you cannot sleep immediately, sleeping pills will be administered." Lenalee finished, sounding coldly professional. Tears fell dramatically from the two men's eyes at the news of their punishment. Komui spat out his own gag, and began to sob beseechingly.

"Lenalee-chan!! How can you do this to me!! I'm your older brother!! Don't do this, ple-" the rest of his sentence was lost in the gag, as it was being shoved back into his mouth.

"Both of you will sleep in here, after you are released from your bonds." Lenalee left after that, going to find someone to stand guard over the office.

Allen slowly awoke to the feeling to arms wrapped around her naked torso, fingers softly massaging her skin. A blanket was over her, but not one bit of it touched her, as Kanda's limbs completely encompassed her. The body next to her was radiating with heat and she could feel the heart beat through his chest. Small contented breaths fell on the back of her neck and she felt Kanda's forehead resting on the back of her own head. She realized that Kanda was still asleep, the only things belying that fact were the fingers that were softly, gently digging into her skin.

'It must be a...subconscious thing?' she thought, bringing her hand up to meet Kanda's, entwining her fingers with his. His grip with the other arm instinctively tightened. He pulled her closer, making a contented sound close to a growl in his throat. Allen blushed, squeezing Kanda's hand tenderly, lovingly. Kanda moaned softly, clearly waking up.

"Moyashi?" he murmured quietly, only half-awake.

"Good morning, BaKanda." Allen replied, turning around in his grasp to face him. Kanda growled and it seemed to Allen to be a denial of the morning's existence. He buried his face in Allen's hair, seeming content to continue to sleep throughout the day. Indeed, Allen was tempted as well, but she had a mission that she had to leave for at one o'clock that afternoon. Not knowing the time as it was, Allen was a little worried.

"Kanda...Kanda....I need to get up. I have a mission today." she said softly. It would be hard to leave the bed with Kanda's arms wrapped around her, and his legs entwined with hers, never mind the fact that she was closer to the wall than the edge of the bed. Kanda growled yet again and would not budge. After a while of Allen's struggling, which included trying to entice Kanda to let her go with some intriguing promises, Kanda finally let her go, hoisting her up over him and onto the side of the bed, where she could get off and go about getting dressed. Meanwhile, Kanda shifted in the bed until he was comfortable, and began watching Allen.

When Allen looked at the clock, she panicked. It was seven minutes past noon, only allowing her less than an hour to rush back to her room, take a shower, pack, go get her breakfast, eat it, and then head to the train station. What was worse, she could not find the dress she arrived in, one of her high-heeled shoes was missing as well, and Kanda was watching her move around the room in just his shirt, which, while long, barely covered her butt, and only three buttons had been fastened. Hissing with displeasure, Allen checked once more under the bed, only to be grabbed and pulled up by Kanda. He encircled her thin waist with his strong arms, nibbling on her shoulder briefly.

"Stop freaking out, Moyashi." he sneered in his typical tone, "Take a shower here, find that little dress of yours, and I will go get you breakfast. You can meet me at your room." His voice allowed no argument as he pushed Allen in the direction of the private bathroom in his room, not without accidentally (or was it?) feeling up her chest. Allen had noticed his gesture on her chest, and on her way to the bathroom, muttered darkly, "Baka hentai," in Kanda's own language. Kanda's scowl lightened briefly, and an almost devious light shone in his dark eyes, but only briefly before he got up to get dressed.

Hehehehe...Kanda's a pervert. Are you enjoying this so far?

Allen stumbled tiredly into her room, having arrived at the Dark Order nearing one o'clock in the morning. She was dead on her feet, eyes fighting to remain open long enough to fall into her bed. Only, when she reached to flick on the lights in her room, she found that it would be hard to make it to her bed with a pair of strong arms holding her waist as her hand rested on the switch.

"Ehh? Who's that?" Allen slurred tiredly. A deep chuckle resounded next to her ear, and the vibrations from the chest pressed against her back sent shivers down her spine.

"Kanda?" the white-haired exorcist said slowly, a happy note in her exhausted voice.

"Yes, Moyashi?" the Japanese man responded, holding tight to Allen.

"Mmmm….It's good to be home…" she said softly before her body went limp with sleep. Kanda sighed, and then chuckled helplessly. He gently lifted Allen into his arms and made his way to the bed.

He would never admit it, but he had missed the Moyashi while she was away on her mission. She had been gone almost a week and a half, and the first four days were okay for him, but it got progressively worse. On the fourth night since she had left, he began having dreams of her. And though they were just normal dreams, seeing her in his dreams, but never hearing her voice, never feeling her touch, was like slow torture to Kanda. By the sixth day, Kanda found himself training for four hours without stop, just to keep himself from thinking about the white-haired girl that he was so enchanted by.

By the ninth day, he found himself making trips to Allen's room late at night for ten minutes or so before going back to his own room. And just the previous night, he had fallen asleep in Allen's room, on her bed. It was awkward, even if only he knew about it, and rather embarrassing. Even if he hadn't heard through the "grape vine" of the Dark Order that Allen was returning that day, though the time was not known, Kanda would still have been in the Moyashi's room, curled around the lukewarm blankets, filling his nose with the fading scent of Allen Walker.

Kanda set her down under the blankets and curled against her warm, soft body after removing her heavy exorcist coat and her shoes. He was already prepared to sleep, his white long-sleeved shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing the edges of the curse-tattoo on his chest. He had been ready to sleep almost an hour ago, but had had trouble falling asleep. Something had kept him from a restful sleep, and he was not disappointed in the least for it.

He wrapped the small girl in his arms, entwining his warm legs with her slightly cold ones. Kanda buried his nose in her neck, soft strands of hair tickling his forehead and cheeks. In this comfortable position, Kanda pressed his lips lightly against the Moyashi's skin and finally felt as though he could relax and fall into a deep, contented sleep.

THE END!!! O.O

((Geez, Kanda!! You closet slut!!))

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