And here is part two! Sorry that it kind of skips around. I'm kind of trying to keep all of the plot rolling for everyone, which is more difficult to do in 4-7k words for me. Which is why you get a two parter this time. It's all one big idea, even if the title only has a little tiny bit to do with anything at all.

The Omake at the end is to CELEBRATE CHAPTER 50!!! And it has absolutely nothing to do with the plot. It all happens in a kind of… alternate universe. Think of it as proof that Niamh can think up some baby crack if she really needs too :D

Have fun! Love you all!!

WARNING: Pretty violent stuff and some spoilers for the anime, though it's not THAT big yet. Sorry. Oh, and OMGoodness cursing.

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Truth Part 2

"What do you mean? Why can't you help him with whatever's out there?" Allen asked, pulling his jacket over his shirt. Sable was standing on the other side of the door, waiting. She hadn't told him that she had seen him naked in all of his well muscled amazingly pale glory – in fact, she hoped never to say a word about it. It was funnier that way.

"Because Uri and I kind of neutralize each other," She said, rubbing a suddenly painful place in her left shoulder. "Trust me, the best thing I can do is go out there and just stand next to him – if he attacks me we're both screwed for a while, and that's your best chance."

"What happens if you attack him?" Allen opened the door, frowning.

She shook her head and dabbed her forehead with her fingers. "It would be like you trying to claw yourself in the leg with your arm; it just doesn't work that way."

He gripped the doorframe for a moment, refusing to let her see that even though his fever was gone he wasn't well. His head hurt and so did his arm. His stomach felt like it was filled with nails. Every moment that passed was a minute closer to his inevitable collapse, he knew, and he would have to go help Kanda before that happened. He wasn't going to stop until he did. He had to.

"You look kind of pale, are you feeling alright?" Sable asked when he had been steadying himself against the doorframe for what she thought to be too long. It was a useless question – with Uri so close she could almost read minds as well as he could.

"Ah, I'm ok." He lied, letting go and stepping out into the hall. "Let's go." He smiled.

Sable could not make herself smile back.

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"You weren't at dinner last night."

"Yeah, you weren't at dinner. Didja have something more important to do, eh?"

Tyki folded his arms and looked disinterestedly at the brothers, annoyed. "I was busy."

"Busy with what? Procrastinating?"

"Yeah, you haven't been doing a very good job lately."

"And then you missed dinner."

"Uh huh."

"And you still aren't doing a very good job."

"Nope. No one on your list died last night."

"Not a soul."

"Which means you haven't even touched a human in a month."

"A whole month. You're lucky Hakushyaku-sama doesn't just come down here and yell at you himself. Or worse."

Tyki sighed and turned his face yet farther away from them. I truly am a fool. "I know I haven't killed anyone, now leave me be. I do not need the two of you reminding me of my failure."

Jasdebito spoke together as they frowned, "Is Tyki having a bad day?"

"Wanna talk about it?" The blond continued.

Tyki just let his face fall slowly into his hands.

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Lavi threw himself down on his bed with a deep, much needed sigh. All he could think about was tomorrow – the day Ty-chan would be back again, hopefully. He had thought about the Innocence they were searching for, but that train of thought hadn't lead anywhere at all, just back to the greenhouse, and the greenhouse had led him to tomorrow.

So he gave up thinking about other things. Obviously tomorrow was more important than any of them.

Maybe Lenalee is right about me being stupid and selfish, He thought, drawing the cufflink from his pocket and twirling it between his fingers. Because everything I said is true. And it really doesn't matter to me that he's a Noah. And I feel so… empty with him not here…

"Yeah, I'm pretty stupid," He said aloud, clenching the link in his hand. "I don't know anything about his life before he was twenty. I don't know what he's planning to do after tomorrow. I don't know what Panda's going to do when I write about it in the logs…" He sighed, closing his eye and letting his fist come down on his forehead gently. "Which I have to do…"

He cursed under his breath softly. Where was Kanda? He could really use a silent, annoyed, cold Kanda to vent to. Or even Sable. She always had stupid things to say that hurt his feelings but hey, it was better than talking to the ceiling, wasn't it? And things that hurt made him feel better, after all.

God I'm a contradiction, He thought with a small smile. But that's alright. So is he.

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It was an old, old habit of hers, something that she had been yelled at many, many times as a young girl.

'Think of what you will do next!' Her father would yell, hitting her gently on the head.

'I can't papa! You'll see it on my face!' She would protest, swinging her little sword at his knees. She never hit him but once with those wooden weapons. It had still ended in a tickle fight, the way it always did.

In the end she could never figure out how to know what she was going to do next – it just happened. It was like dancing to her, like drawing a picture without a reference. She would go from one stance to another without any of the transitions, without knowing that she had done it, and he would always berate her for it. Always. Because that was not the way to fight anything that had a brain.

But he had changed his mind moments before she'd killed him. The memory still brought a smile to her lips. She had been dancing with her sword the way he had told her not to, completely oblivious to the way she was fighting, focused only on the blood her blows brought, the power she felt when she surprised him, the fun she had turning his own movements to her advantage. It wasn't a game and it wasn't a battle, it was simply her body doing nothing but what it wanted in the way it wanted.

He had never even thought it possible that she'd beat him. And that had been his greatest folly.

She had killed him. And she had liked doing it.

The sound of liquid falling to the earth pulled her back to the moment at hand, the important moment that she never paid too much attention to. Kanda had Mugen pushed against Uri's left shoulder, cutting him deeply, and his feet were pushing Uri backward faster than he could recover. But Hiroko saw that it was too early to celebrate. The Noah pulled his right hand back and down and made to punch with it, forcing Kanda to pull the sword from his flesh to block the coming blow. Something was wrong. Something Hiroko knew that Kanda should have realized – something simple. She could not name it until Uri's left hand came up at the same time as his right, but at a different angle.

He could not block both at once.

He's left handed. She thought as she watched. Yuu, please notice that he's left handed.

He blocked the right punched.

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"Shit!" Sable hissed, stopping suddenly. Her head was bent down, her right hand held tight to her chest, and her left hand came up to stop the sudden flow of blood from her forehead. She felt herself sway on her feet for a moment but did not reach for anything to steady herself with.

"Sable-chan!" Allen called. His right hand was on her sore shoulder almost at once. "Are you okay?"

She winced at him, tried to open her right eye despite the blood pouring down her face. "Yeah… we're right there, let's go. I give up on keeping the blood out of eyes."

"But won't you need to see?"

She chuckled, clenched her right hand until her fingers dug into her palm. She felt as if a knife were sticking through her hand, as if a brand was pressed against her forehead, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "I can't fight anyway, it's pointless to."

He tried smile at her depressed looking expression. "If you're sure you're alright…"

She nodded and he reached for the door.

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The flesh of Uri's right hand would never be the same again, or at least it would not be the same for a long while. Mugen was stuck deep in his flesh, between his third and forth fingers, half way down his palm. Blood dripped from his mutilated appendage, coating the blue-black katana that pierced him. His broken fingers curled around it, holding it in place as a cruel, dark smile split his face, darkened his skin, made his eyes go wide. This was the opportunity he had waited for.

Kanda heard Allen's voice calling to him, felt a sudden jolt of happiness go through him at the sound. Allen was alright. Even if he couldn't move his sword, even if he couldn't think of what he was going to do next, Allen was alright. Everything would be alright.

But those thoughts vanished when five, unharmed fingers graced his forehead.

"Kanda!" Allen heard himself scream. He was moving before he could tell his legs not to, his arm flying before him even as it seared impossible pain through him. The sound it made was louder than before, like something being cut, and his curved fingers twitched as he reached for the Noah and his now still lover in the man's arms. As his hand flew he remembered what he had thought in Sweden. How the akuma there had been about to hurt Kanda, how he had been willing to do anything to see it stopped, how he had thought it impossible to save the stoic man his lover had been.

But he had. He had stopped that akuma, ended the pain of its torment, and stopped Kanda from dying at the same time. He had been wounded but what did that matter? His goal wasn't his own safety. He was only there to protect the things important to him. His own well-being did not matter if his goal was accomplished.

As soon as the Japanese man was unconscious Uri switched his weight to his right hand, which still held Mugen, and attempted to meet the other Exorcist's blow with his left fist. In the fleeting moment that he had touched Kanda's mind, he had seen the reason he wanted himself to die at his hands – and that reason was now shrieking to high heaven, intent on killing him no matter the cost. That young man, Allen Walker, was precious to Kanda in a way that had reminded him of his feelings for his twin, though with a distinctly different undertone. He had felt that, with the intensity of their emotions so close, he might have been able to ask him to end it all in a way that would let his sister have peace.

Looking back, he wasn't sure how he felt about that anymore.

Allen knew the moment that he hit Uri that something was wrong. His arm did not feel right. His body did not respond correctly. His feet made little progress on the icy ground and his heart beat too slowly in his chest. He had not been ready for this. Activating his arm was too demanding, too hard – he felt he was going to crumble into a thousand pieces if he moved too quickly. The battle cry that had ripped through his lips stopped short and his vision swam as a new, worse ache took hold of him.

Uri dropped the samurai on impact. He fell back two steps, the strength of his arm wavering beneath the force of Allen's attack. He knew that it should have hurt worse than it did, maybe even broken his arm, but it didn't. Instead, he felt the large knuckles against his separate as the boy's fist unraveled, felt the pressure slacken until he was stepping back on his own, out of reach. He did not press the attack; he watched to see what had become of the white haired boy and his choked off roar.

"Whore-chan…" Hiroko whispered. She had pushed herself to her feet when Yuu blocked the wrong hand, but Allen had been there even before she could rip her sword from the ground. He was just a few feet in front of her, though his hand was perhaps ten feet away, his shoulders were hunched and his feet shifted on the icy path, almost unwilling to keep him up. She wanted to approach him, to say something motherly, to go get her fallen son and steal him back from the enemy, but her feet would not take her. She could only watch.

A broken exclamation of pain seared through Allen's throat as his palm came down on the ground heavily, just to the side of Kanda's feet. He could see Uri watching him, wide eyed, but he could not make his anti-akuma weapon reach that far. He could not move his fingers. His legs gave out and he fell forward, catching himself with his right arm before his face could connect with the stone walkway.

It had never hurt so horribly, felt so wrong, and no rebound had ever affected him without first making his arm normal again. This was new. New, painful, and bad.

Uri smiled. I'm not sure what's wrong but hey, I can just kill them both and be done with it. He took the time to rip Mugen from his hand, dropped the sword to the ground. He would have time to corrupt it or crush it after he had dealt with the other one.

Three steps passed Kanda and Sable finally made her presence known.

"Uri! You misguided failure of an author!" She yelled, wiping the blood off of her face with her coat sleeve. She had been standing just inside the door, watching, stunned. Now though, with him there, looking hungrily at her friend, she could find her voice. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?! And using your powers? I'm about ready to maim you for all the shirts you've ruined."

He stopped walking to stare at her. Her. Sable. The one from the picture. Just the sound of her voice brought back a thousand memories that he had forgotten and a thousand more he had wanted to forget.

"Sa…Sabe…"

"Damn right, you illiterate prick."

"Illiterate? I write for a living!"

"Pfft!" She glared at him, stepping out from the building so he could see her in the sunlight. "You'd live more if you wrote something worth reading."

"I'd write better if you read books with plots."

"I'd read books with plots if you wrote them."

"So you admit that you only read for the content?"

"Only if you admit that you don't write with a plot."

"You're a horrible sister."

"And you're a horrible prick."

"Since when do you even say prick?"

"Since you became one."

"Oh! That's mean!"

"Not as mean as ruining all of my white shirts with your powers!"

"What are you talking about? We might be twins but me killing people and you spilling things are completely unconnected."

She glared at him, fiercely. "My face bleeds you nitwit. All over my room, and my clothes, and my friends, and my friends' clothes, all over my friends' clothes' rooms – and really, it's just not a fun experience."

His face shriveled in disgust. "You need to invest in some new face cream 'cause that doesn't have anything to do with me."

"Furthermore! I look bad in headbands."

"You look bad no matter what's on your face."

"Oooh… like you're one to talk, pussy-head."

"Or you, Frankenstein's mother."

"That's monster, Man-whore."

"Or better yet, Princess."

"Weakling."

"What else do you hate to be called? Oh! Cute. You're absolutely adorable."

"Ugh, I hate you."

"You can't hate me! I'm your twinsie!"

"You need a new hobby."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Like dying in a fire."

Hiroko and Allen watched them exchange words without moving or speaking. The first was mildly amused by this new development, but Allen was completely perplexed. Here they were, twins, a Noah and an Exorcist, arguing as if they were not in the middle of a heated battle. And they were both smiling. Despite it all they were smiling. Allen could only turn his pain skewed face toward his mother-in-law and shrug in confusion; she shook her head and blinked as well.

Neither of them noticed that Kanda was no longer unconscious.

In the time it took for the two of them to argue so much Kanda, who was just slightly behind the Noah, had come back to himself. He felt off, misconstrued, and his head hurt like he'd been hit with a sledge hammer. His sapphire eyes turned to Uri, who was standing just within the reach of Allen's unmoving, activated hand.

Allen's hand. He really was alright.

"Going back to the argument we were having before you turned into a ten year old again…" Sable said as she watched Kanda push himself up from the corner of her eye. She knew what he was going to do, knew that it was going to hurt, but she didn't care. It was that or nothing.

"A ten year old? I have to pretend to be five to even give you a chance of winning."

"You owe me at least ten pounds for every shirt you've destroyed."

Uri sighed. "Look, Sabe, if you want to blame me for your shirts like you blamed me for your broken bicycle—"

"That's different!" She scowled. "You ran me over with a car! How could that have not been your fault?"

"It was Lloyd's fault. I wasn't old enough to be driving."

"But you were!"

"Exactly!"

"Well, this is still different! Lloyd doesn't make you kill people now, does he?"

"No… not now…"

"Uri, you know what I meant!"

"I do? Tell me, what is it?"

Kanda wished that the two of them would just shut up. But at the same time he was glad for the noise. He had been able to reach Mugen while they argued, and his mother and lover were going completely unnoticed. It was if the two of them were in their own little world, lost in their argument – but it was not going to last. With shaking hands he pulled his sword up to his waist, bracing the hilt against his hip. The world did not want to stay right side up but it was going to, because Kanda said it was going to. Forget gravity, and equilibrium. He could stay upright with will alone.

Sable only looked at Uri. She refused to see Kanda.

Allen did see him though. And he realized then what it meant. He would have voiced a protest, stopped his lover, but he saw the folly in it. And even if he hadn't there was no guarantee that he would have much of a voice to speak with.

Hiroko just grinned.

Kanda drew back and thrust forward.

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He had had enough. He was leaving. He did not need these people, these family members. They could keep their powers and their dinners and their murders, he wanted nothing to do with it.

But he could not go see Lavi. Not so soon after leaving. It was suicide. Even thinking about it was a potential danger. In the end he could only come to one conclusion – after everything he had learned about himself, everything he had felt, he should not have come back at all. His redheaded friend would have been left a lot safer.

So he decided that he would simply take a walk and see where his feet carried him. And finally, tomorrow, return to the place he belonged.

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Uri's mouth fell open and stayed open; blatant surprised the only emotion on his face. Sable felt something of the same expression reflected across her features, but not so deeply – she had expected the pain of a sword through her chest, whereas he had thought Kanda incapable of even moving.

The blade protruded from the left side of his body, just to the right of his heart, and passed through the fabric of his jacket in a new hole the same size as the one Hiroko had made. The tip was coated in a thick layer of blood, gleaming almost black in the afternoon light, the liquid that fell from his lips was slightly lighter, almost crimson. Sable thought that maybe, if she weren't hallucinating it, the blood made him look perfectly human.

He gasped an unspoken word as the sword was pulled out of him and swung across his back, bringing him to his knees.

Kanda felt himself smile.

He raised Mugen again, one handed, and swept it down toward the Noah's neck, faster than any human would have been able to avoid. But Noah's were not simply human. Uri threw himself to the side. He was on his feet; his bloodied right hand jammed into the place Kanda had stabbed him. He turned his face to his sister, completely aghast, and spoke the one question any loving brother would want to have known the answer to.

"Why didn't you tell me he was there?"

His twin was holding herself the same as he was; her face a pale travesty of what it had looked like only a moment before. "Because you're evil, Uri." There was nothing argumentative about her voice. "And I don't know any other way to save you."

Save you.

Save me. Don't save me. I deserve the death they have wrought.

His eyes went sudden wide as he turned to see the samurai still coming for him. I remember. I remember it all. But was I wrong then? Or am I wrong now? He did not have time to think about it. He only had time turn and run for his life.

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Hiroko sighed to herself when he was gone. It had less than an hour and yet she felt as if things had gone on for twelve. And it appeared as if her visitors felt the same way. Sable collapsed into the snow, no longer even trying hide that she was in pain, Allen gave up supporting his weight on his arm and fell face down, his arm twitching. Kanda though, had the strength left to sheath his blade and the determination to carry himself down the walkway to his lover, who – now that he looked – still did not seem well.

Allen did not lift his head when a pair of knees came down by his face, nor did he move to help the hands that pulled him upward, turning him slowly until he was pillowed against the person's knees. He realized when a palm touched the side of his face that he had closed his eyes and it took more than a little effort to open them again.

And in them, Kanda saw nothing but pain.

"Are you alright, Moyashi?" The Japanese man asked. Allen could see the glimmer of tears in his eyes, the same as he had in the bath before he had fainted. He would not let that happen again, not ever. Not if this was what happened when he was out of it. He reached up with his right hand a brushed away those fine crystal droplets and smiled despite it all.

"That depends if you're willing to screw me or not."

Kanda barked a laugh that split his face in a thankful smile. "You seriously have a one track mind," He gently ran his thumb across the younger boy's face. "But I love you anyways."

Allen smiled at him. "Naw, I just wanted to see you smile." His hand came down again and his left arm twitched twice before deactivating as if of its own will. He grimaced at it, but did not allow himself any more show of weakness. "And I still love you, even after you left me in a bathtub full of ice and snow."

"Che, it was for your own good."

"I know, I'm teasing."

The Japanese man was very surprised when a hand came down lightly on his shoulder. He glanced up to see his mother smirking down at him, a wincing Sable on her shoulder. "Come on, Pretty-boy." She squeezed. "Pick up your whore and get inside. He's going to get sicker if you don't."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't call me that."

"Why not?" Allen interjected from his lap. "You are pretty."

"Moyashi."

"Hm?"

"Not in front of my mother."

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"Happy Valentine's Day, Love!" Allen chimed, proffering a large box of chocolates to his lover. The Japanese man glared down at the red, heart shaped cardboard box before turning away with a jerk.

"Baka, Moyashi!" He growled. "You are not supposed to get me candy."

The British boy frowned at him, letting the box lower to his lap. "But Love… I'm the wife. Isn't it Japanese tradition that the woman gets the man candy on Valentine's Day?"

Kanda sighed in annoyance, turning on their shared couch. From behind him he pulled a small tin of caramels, decorated with a delicate pink ribbon. "I might be the husband, Moyashi," He said darkly. "But you're the seme."

Allen shook his head, held the chocolates out again. "Then trade? They're unsweetened…"

"Che," Was Kanda's only answer. But he dropped the caramels and snatched the box all the same. "If I didn't love you…"

"I'd fill those with laxative and send them to Cross."

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"Look what I got for me! You! Us!" Lavi cheered.

Tyki raised an eyebrow from the bed, smashed his cigarette in the tray beside him. "Well,that's interesting."

The redhead beamed. "Mmhmm! And look! This part even spins! And the chords are real leather. They won't break no matter how long you use them."

"Well, would you rather use that, or…" He rolled sideways, reached beneath the bed and came back with something in a black box. "Or these?" He dumped the contents on the mattress – a pair of sturdy handcuffs, one key, and a small bottle of what might have been maple syrup. "Hm?"

Lavi bit his lip in mock thought. "Um… handcuffs…" He looked at the thing in his hands. "Or a handmade kite from Africa? Do you even have to ask?"

The Noah smiled and made room on the bed.

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"God, I hate couples."

"Me too."

"Me three."

"I don't mind so long as they let me watch."

"Sable-chan! What a horrible thing to say!"

"Well, she has a point. If it had been me on that train with Kanda and Allen, I might have ruined the upholstery."

"Lenalee!"

"Pfft!" Sable threw a chocolate covered peanut at Komui, glaring. "If you're going to be the secretary, you need to learn that Lenalee is going to say things like that. Stop being a brother and start being a fanboy, understand?"

"…Yes."

"Good. And now, for the remainder of Singles' Awareness Day..."

The Li siblings squeed together: "DOUJINS!?!?!"

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Yeah… my crack is truly cracky, huh? Lenalee and Komui squeeing together… that'll ruin ANYONE'S Valentine's Day XD

Thank you everyone who's made it this far! Sorry that this post was… all separated and yet together. And just to stop the questions before I get them – no, Allen is not going to die :)

Lovelovelove! And see you next chapter:D