Brain Damaged
Part Twenty-Nine

"You kids never learn." A deep voice snaked into the dark room, followed by a hazy trail of smoke. The figure moved to stand casually in front of the stained glass window, where he was met by Timcanpy—fluttering about until he landed on the man's arm.

"Get out of my room."

"You left the door unlocked."

"That's not permission to enter my personal space, Cross Marian."

All that gained was a chuckle. Cross wasn't intimidated by kids and certainly not emotional wrecks of teenagers that had no concept of boundaries. Timcanpy hadn't been the most thorough 'camera' for a lot of the events that had taken place, but he'd gathered everything he'd needed to know. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened between the time the two boys woke up in the bed and left the bed. He was pretty familiar with that setting himself. "I don't really need permission."

"I suppose not. So do you plan to strangle me before leaving again?"

The red haired man took a long drag from his cigarette, leaving the ashes to his trusty golem companion to devour. "Ah, so you do remember. And here I was afraid you'd be as useless as that apprentice of mine."

"Cut the shit, why are you here?"

"It's not obvious?"

"You're an ally of the 14th. I know that much. That doesn't explain why you've come to my room." The man's voice was tired. He hadn't really even looked up at the figure from his position sitting in his beat, leaned against the wall with his head leaned on the folded arms propped on his knees. He was tired; dreadfully tired, but sleep wouldn't come and he knew why.

All he wanted to do was let the silence of his room continue to antagonize him. All his mind could concentrate on was Allen anyway. It was all he could do to simply walk away from the boy two days before. Since then, he'd holed himself up in his room. The sheer guilt of his actions had been almost too much. He never regretted his actions, not until then. Everything crashed around him, including his own common sense. Suddenly he didn't understand his own thought processes behind not telling Allen. It was a fear he couldn't really comprehend. Allen loved him. No matter what. So why did he really feel the need to hide?

It was a constricting manner of being unable to let his pride down to admit he was human, with feelings. He'd always considered himself above that, above being soft like the rest of them. So when faced with it, he couldn't stand the idea of conceding what he was so familiar with. Which, once again rolled right back around to wishing he could wipe his current state of being from him completely. If he could pretend he wasn't that person, he could change himself and it would be bearable.

He determined long ago, that he was still making excuses. There was something wrong with him and it had something to do with his messed up personality. Why someone would love that…he just couldn't understand. He couldn't stand to be himself…So he had a hard time believing anyone else could.

Lifting his head, he cast an annoyed glance at the older man. "Well? What the hell do you want?"

"I came back to give a message to Neah, but it seems he's rather unavailable."

"Neah?" Dark eyes cast a questioning glance before the focus settled on Timcanpy. He sighed and held his hand out, making a gesture to the golem and was minimally pleased that Tim moved away from the general and landed on his outstretched arm.

This didn't go unnoticed by Cross. His single available eye took in every motion between the golem of the 14th's and the supposed lover of his idiotic student. Timcanpy had the same closeness to this young man that he'd remembered seeing from the one before.

The face was the same and the personality left as little to be desired as the brown haired double agent that lost his life to a higher level Akuma in a field of lotus blossoms. He could definitely see why Neah was taken with him, but this was getting a bit ridiculous, it was painfully clear that this boy knew nothing about the past.

"That's the 14th's name. Neah Walker."

"He's the one who keeps molesting me?"

A burgundy brow raised and Cross's expression was one of interest and amusement. "Molesting you?"

"Worse than you did, which I haven't forgiven you yet. You said you had a message for him? I suppose you want me to pass the message? Tell me, if you are comfortable enough having me pass a message to him without Allen knowing, you'd have to know that I've had contact with the Noah bastard. Twice at that. So stop playing bullshit games with me."

"Shrewd." He took another drag, "However, I think my indiscretions are easy to overlook, when you consider you took my student's virginity." If there ever was a man who could look so smug in his statement, Cross Marian was that man. The look he passed on to the man mulling against the wall was almost cruel.

"S…Shut up and get the fuck out."

"You're not ashamed are you? You kids these days are insufferable. Consequences are an afterthought."

"I really dislike you. Now get the fuck out or I'll tell everyone you were here."

"You won't."

Kanda leaned forward, his hair spilled over his bare torso and he gave Cross a dark look that glinted against the faint light that poured over him from the faint candle in his otherwise dark room. The golden light that reflected off those eyes and back to the older man made him drop his smug look for one of curious surprise. An image of that man was crystal clear in his mind and he shook his head with a chuckle. He could see why Neah was locked. The presence of that man was very strong.

"Is that so? What makes you think I won't?"

"Because you have questions and want answers that I can disclose," he answered with certainty.

"Well, start talking."

"I will, when the time is appropriate. I need you to pass a message to Neah for me, if you'd be so kin—"

"That's not necessary, Marian."

The voice caused both of them to stare stupidly at each other. There were only two of them in the room and neither of them had been at opportunity to speak those words. Kanda's eyes first moved to the door, followed by Cross's gaze. Timcanpy began to flutter when the door cracked open.

"Are you out of your mind? If the Order caught you, you'd have compromised everything," Cross spoke more calmly than his words would have suggested and was fluidly dismissed by the man who'd stepped into the room—dressed in just sleep pants and an open shirt.

"You had a message for me, I just happened to be walking in at the time of hearing."

"What do you mean 'happened to be walking in'?" Kanda interrupted, getting more aggravated by the moment at the intrusion of his privacy, on top of that being tired and emotionally broken. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. He wanted privacy, but was denied. He wanted Allen, but got the Noah instead.

"My host has been uneasy for days. Timcanpy was kind enough to suggest I come here."

"You expect me to believe a golem lead you in here? If you have business with Cross, take it to Allen's room. Not mine. I'm not in a personable mood now or ever really, so get the fuck out, for the last time."

"Marian, you had a message?"

Kanda ground his teeth at being directly ignored. He wasn't fond of being overlooked and he was even less fond when it involved people he didn't like to begin with. His distaste for Cross stemmed from multiple things, but largely influence by the fact that the man licked the side of his face. His distaste for the Noah stemmed from the fact that he was using Allen's body to attempt inappropriate actions on him.

"Inspector Link will return in a week. I can no longer distract Central without them putting their brains into action and flushing me out," he blew smoke into Kanda's room. "I would suggest you get whatever it is you're attempting to accomplish before then."

"Hm. You kept him away longer than I thought. I hadn't anticipated this all happening. So I thank you for your efforts, Marian. For such a brash personality you're trying to force, you're quite a nice man."

"Don't flatter yourself, Neah," the man in question snorted and flicked the cigarette into an empty glass on Kanda's desk—yet another reason that Kanda wanted to plant the hard end of his fist into the man's face. "We have common goals and interests."

"You're free to leave now, Marian." Neah passed him an almost eerie smile. It wasn't pleasant, but it had a pleasant air to it. It looked predatory and Cross had a distinct impression that he shouldn't leave Neah alone with Kanda, but he knew he had no choice—since he had nothing to really fight Neah with it if came down to it. He just hoped that the Noah hadn't lost his mind and still knew what he was doing.

"Whatever you're doing, Neah, don't forget what your purposes are."

"I know what I'm doing, Marian. You will see."

No more words were exchanged between the two and the actual owner of the room felt incredibly uncomfortable. In as much as he disliked Cross, at least Cross provided some degree of shield from direct contact with the Noah. What the Noah was doing in his room left him feeling uncomfortably questioning. It didn't help the way the two of them had exchanged words. He felt like he was missing some important detail that neither was disclosing.

He watched Cross exit his room, but he knew there was some other way he was really leaving. There was no possible way that he just walked in. Both of them were dancing around behind the Order's back it made him wonder exactly how much was hiding under the face of the organization.

Once they were alone, the long haired man pressed his back against the wall and questioned the intruder. "What do you want?"

"What do I want? Hm…My host is terribly upset. It's unfortunate for him, because his tiredness gives me more strength in his body. I haven't been in this much control before, I don't recall." His smile would have been pleasant and even endearing on Allen, but it wasn't right with the accents of the Noah. "His heart is all sorts of torn up about you. You're a regular heartbreaker."

"You're a Noah, you don't know shit about this. Now make like Cross and get the fuck out."

"You seem to be dead set on repeating that. But I wonder if I hit a nerve. You haven't made any attempt to rekindle with my host." The Noah traced a finger over the red colors in the stained glass of the window. "I hope you didn't get bored already."

A pained expression flickered across the Kanda's face and it caused the Noah to turn and lick his bottom lip, showing his teeth with his grin. Neah knew exactly what he was doing by screwing with Kanda's fragile mind and Neah knew what he was doing by pressing this against both of them.

Perhaps there was also that lingering infatuation that Cross had mentioned. Some deeper part of himself couldn't deny the intense desire and attraction that this man caused in him. He had tendencies to awaken and desire nothing but to ravage the body of the man that he ravaged years before when he played both sides and built his loyalties. This version of his loyal double agent was more slender, more sensual and it was a bit maddening in combination with his host's desire for him as well.

Multiple times more hard to resist, when his host's memories pulsed through his mind as well and recalled that morning that bonded them.

"What do you want?" A whisper came from the swordsman.

"I want you, darling," the smooth reply came, followed by his movements. He leaned forward, hands pressing into the mattress of Kanda's bed. Cornering Kanda was all to easy when the man was already pressed into a wall and his only method of escape would involve fighting him. He couldn't fight him too hard if he wanted to keep Allen's current state a secret. Not to mention, the 14th had a proposition that would ensure his success. This man was crucial to everything and if he could ensnare him body and soul, then he was certain to walk away the winner.

Kanda shrunk back and turned his head away from the Noah, not finding this situation to look very good. "I'm not interested."

"You haven't even listened to what I have to say. The perpetual liar doesn't have much going for him at this point. Allen may know about your memories, but he doesn't know that you know me or Cross. I wonder how he'll feel about that one?"

"You bastard."

"He's been moping about you for days. He's so smitten. But he's also very easily hurt…I'm not." Neah leaned forward, coming in contact with Kanda's face—his lips grazing his cheek. "I don't need your emotions or complications. When Allen's taken over, I'll want a second hand."

"So you're proposing to me and you have the nerve to not even present me a ring, tch. Typical Noah. I don't give a fuck what you want, leave beansprout out of it. If you take him over, you're taking away the reason I haven't hugged your neck with my hands."

"What if I made a promise to you."

"I don't care."

"What if I could grant something you wanted."

"I don't care."

"If I said that I would preserve Allen in this body as long as you were my cohort."

This caught Kanda's attention and somehow he felt like this was akin to make a contract with the devil. The idea of Allen's self being preserved at the simple cost of being the Noah's associate wasn't entirely too horrific when he considered how much he truly did hate the Black Order and everything they claimed to stand for. "What's the catch?"

"No catch. You're extremely useful, possibly the most useful one of them and I happened to enjoy you and I could enjoy you in ways Allen wouldn't even begin to show you."

Kanda flushed against those lips that breathed into his skin; his mind trying hard to forget that it was Allen's body. "Stop. If you're promising to not completely take over Allen, then fine. I'll sign the devil's contract with my blood if need be. But if you're tricking me…so help me."

That eerie yet pleasant smile turned into something knowing, something wise and Kanda didn't know what to make of it. "I would be signing my death warrant again if I did that, darling."

"I don't know what the hell you're going on about, but I don't like you, Noah."

"I do not expect you to like me yet," he breathed, his tongue grazing the man's skin. The heat this closeness was giving off made Kanda extremely uncomfortable. It was Allen's body after all and that body was hovering extremely close, touching him extremely personally.

"Stop. This body isn't yours, don't touch me like it is."

"Oh? So you'd let the owner of this body do these things? Would you let him do anything to you?"

"I'm not having a discussion with you."

The Noah was all but straddling his thighs, his shirt opened and his bare chest pressed to Kanda's. Those mismatched arms were draped on each side of the man's head, teasing the soft strands of hair that flowed wherever they decided. "Well, since our discussion is apparently over, I shall give Allen back to you. You've given me an answer that I am satisfied with, so you may have a reward."

The tousle of white hair pressed against his jaw and he realized that the body the Noah had taken control of has gone limb against him. The boy's face was nestled against his neck and his body relaxed against his in an almost sleeplike state. He did stir against him and Kanda suddenly filled with uncomfortable panic. Allen wouldn't remember even walking in his room because of Neah. He wouldn't even have a clue how he was in that position.

"Hnn…" Allen's head lifted once, before he repositioned and sank back into his shoulder. They stayed that way for several more minutes before Allen seemed to come to some kind of awareness. "Huuhn?" His head pulled back and those silver eyes inched their way up, hazily to make contact with the darker ones. "K…Kanda?" Recognition hit him like a brick and Allen moved back in a snap. He took a deep breath and had to force himself to figure out how he was in Kanda's room, all over him like he was. "H…how…"

"You were sleepwalking. You haven't slept in a few days either, have you?"

Allen shook his head silently. He remembered feeling like he was falling asleep, but he was sure he'd remember moving out of his room and into Kanda's…unless he really was that tired. "I…I'm sorry…I'll…" He stopped at the feel of cool fingers on his cheek. Silver eyes softened and his stance relaxed a bit.

"Let's talk."

To Be Continued…


A/N: I'm sorry if there are typos and sentence fucks. I'm sliiiightly drunk and incapable of full cognizance, so the proof reading went fucked.

Marufu-chan: I'm glad you think so!
YukiaSmith01:
I honest to go tried to update yesterday, but somewhere I got side tracked with another project. I'm terrible I know D:
WakeToSanity:
I have too much time to think at work XD And Kanda and Allen are such good abuse toys. Neah is just sexy, and I can't let him get away unscathed XD I kinda can't wait until I get to the sequel, the prequel too actually. I'm too excited.
SunaLove:
You should be very scared. So very.
Book Thief101:
Good, because I'm great at delivering torture!
Kayce Hurd:
I have everything prewritten in my head, I just need to put it on paper. I have a lot of extra space for shit like this in my head I guess.
Ceraculbort:
I didn't mean to be an asshole, but it was a little late XD

To Mah Moyashi, You've already read this, so if there's typos, it's all your fault and I love you anyway~ unf. I lavlavlav.