Disclaimer: The characters within this story all belong to Hoshino-san.
Warnings: This IS a MALE/MALE pairing, so if such things disturb you, or bother you in any way, you should stop reading.
Summary: In which the holidays are explored with the tidbits and the drama of the Kanda/Allen we all love and adore. Yaoi. This will only be updated on holidays that I recognize. Which means that if I know it, I'll probably write it if I have time, or care. Readers should mention closer holidays in reviews for faster updates.
Next Update: Please thank buchouslvr for reminding me of April Fools' Day. The next update is likely to be Children's Day on May 5, unless other, closer holidays are introduced to me.

In A Year
All Fools' Day
by: Kagome-reincarnation

When Yuu Kanda woke, it was a very normal morning - more pleasant that it would've been a month ago, anyways. After all, now he and Allen were on speaking terms once more. They both acknowledged that Kanda was still very much in love with Allen, but Allen ever suggested that anything would come of it, carefully locking away anything that would so much as hint that he also loved the Japanese exorcist. Still, they'd decided to put their relationship on hiatus. It was an unspoken agreement to pretend that Kanda had never confessed to Allen, and that their divided time had never occurred. They would remain friends until Allen surrendered his mind to his heart, or until the object of Kanda's affections changed. Things had been gradually getting better at the order, until one day - that is, the normal morning that Kanda had rather been enjoying before Lavi thoroughly ruined it.

You see, Kanda took care of himself - to an extent. He bathed, ate, exercised, and slept. However, he was also someone that would just as soon as use soap on his hair instead of shampoo, and almost just as likely to simply use water without any other type of solution, of only because it was quicker. Of course, when such luxuries were available, he partook in them just as easily as he sliced apart Level One akumas.

Lately, though, Allen had made it a point to get and maintain a constant supply of shampoo and conditioner for him, so his hair had grown far silkier than it had been before. While the change in texture didn't really matter to him, he reveled in the gesture itself. After all, it was Allen who had done, and was doing, something for him.

So early each morning he was at the headquarters, he started his day off with a nice soak in the terraced baths that the order had before washing his long hair. It was almost time consuming, but Kanda was ever the efficient person, so he somehow managed to get a good night's sleep, and to wake, soak, wash, and still get to the breakfast commons before anyone else. The very idea drove some of the finders and other exorcists crazy, which was always amusing to watch.

But today wasn't a good day for Kanda, and as he left the baths, a bucket swung from the floor above on what looked to be a string and thoroughly covered him in laundry bleach. He frowned as he carefully wiped some of the liquid from his face so he could open his eyes carefully before checking his belongings. He's suspicions were confirmed - they were also entirely soaked. When he inhaled, he realized it was bleach. White, laundry bleach, in fact, which was normally used on clothes. Scowling, he shouted up, "Bleach is for laundry, not people!"

As it was, while the enraged shout made him feel better, he still had to clean himself off again. He lamented the loss of time that this would cause, before remembering what the bleach would to do his hair and belongings. He wasn't worried about his skin since it wouldn't stick, but his hair was a completely different story. Especially since it was black. It wasn't necessary to worry for his clothes since he was wearing his uniform - he'd have Komui get him a spare - but the hair would make him a laughingstock. With an angry cry of dismay, he hastily retreated back into the showers.

Concerned as he was for his hair, he still recognized the strangely colored solution that he'd squirted from the bottle that was his shampoo - it turned out to be what looked like his shampoo mixed with what seemed to be bright blue hair dye. Scowling, he rinsed his hair out and emptied his shampoo bottle. After the bottle was emptied to his satisfaction, he set it aside and washed his hair again - with soap. He rinsed it and repeated the process. It took a bit before he was finally forced to realize that there was nothing more he could do; his hair was very much discolored. Thankfully, it was more noticeable at the top and not many people were tall enough to get the full view, though he'd have to worry about those on floors above him that were opposite his own position.

He swore, and loudly, when he realized he'd have to wear his casual clothes instead of his work clothes. His uniform, usually dark, had been stained white, and his spares were in the wash. He'd very much forgotten about it.

I would choose a time like this to get my clothes laundered, he scowled to himself as he stepped into his pants. Since they'd been underneath the uniform, they'd gotten away quite safely, so he'd deemed them safe enough to wear. He winced on his way out as he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

He had to stop by his room to drop of his now useless things, so he figured he might as well walk down with Allen. Irked, he had yet another unpleasant realization. He had no shirts to wear. He'd had plenty of shirts in the beginning, when he'd first joined the order, but as time had passed, he'd begun to get more and more used to his uniform. Since he never knew what he'd be doing or what or when, and he was always to be a walking target, he began to wear his uniform more often than he wore casual clothing. The number of shirts he owned had decreased, and the last one that he had was too damaged to even bother wearing - it was something he'd considered throwing away many times, but in he end, he'd decided to use it as a rag to clean his room with from time to time - wiping up dust and the like.

He mentally sighed. He'd have to ask Allen for a shirt, since he knew that the younger teen had them. Or Lavi. It depended on who he ran into next.

With that thought, he couldn't help but frown. Who would dare to attempt such a thing? Or rather, who would succeed at it? As it was, this automatically took all of the numerous finders out of the scope he was narrowing down on. After all, they had a separate area - the terraced baths and the showers and such that he'd exited from was reserved for exorcists only. Not even Komui or Reever had access there. Because it had been maintained by a mixture of alchemy and science, there was not even the need for a mechanic.

He frowned, counting the exorcists that would do such a thing in his mind. None of the Generals were present. If anything, the only people that had been there for the last couple of days had been Lenalee, Lavi, Allen, Krory, and Miranda. Of course, Miranda and Crowly had both been dispatched last night, so he took them from his list. Allen wouldn't do it, if only because it was he that took indirect care of Kanda's hair - he'd likely be unhappy with the damage.

Lenalee... she wouldn't do that. She cared too much, and she, too, knew the plight of having too much hair. He growled out loud as he realized who that left.

I should have known! he scowled, stomping through the halls. Finally, he'd made it to their corridor. He rapped on his hair care-supplier's door.

There was a muffled, "Come in!" and following the words, he did so, only to see Allen carefully tying back his own pale hair.

The boy blinked, before grinning at him. "Well, isn't this a surprise? What do you need, Kanda?"

Kanda sighed, a smile of his own reaching across his face. Running a hand through his long, untied, and still wet hair, he admitted the problem: "I kinda need to borrow a shirt. Is that alright?"

Allen frowned. "A shirt?" He looked uncomfortable. "Er... Don't you have any?"

"Actually, no. I've got to go buy some - my last shirt is quite destroyed right now."

"Oh. Er... Will they fit?"

"Who knows? But any size of a shirt would do me well right now."

"Or, right. Er... Sure then, I suppose." the silver haired boy waved at the closet. "Help yourself."

Kanda grinned. "Thanks."

"Where's your uniform?"

"Lavi."

"What?" Allen blinked.

"Lavi got to it."

"Oh. You, too?"

It was Kanda's turn to blink. "What do you mean? What'd he do to you?"

Allen blushed. "He... Got a few rather embarrassing pictures of me just before I woke up." In an effort to change the direction of Lavi's misdeeds, he commented on Kanda's hair. "I'm guessing he mixed the shampoo with bleach?"

Kanda shook his head. "No, he dumped a bucket of it on me. That's why my uniform is currently useless. I'm just lucky that I noticed he'd mixed the shampoo with blue hair dye the second time around. Now that I think of it, why didn't I just use your shampoo again...?"

Allen raised an eyebrow. "My shampoo?"

Kanda shrugged, finally deciding on a shirt and pulling it from the closet. He held it against himself, and yanked it over his head. It was a black shirt, medium in size. It was a bit of a tight fit, but it fit nonetheless. He sighed in relief as he pulled his cold hair out of the back. Deciding that letting the water from his hair soak into the shirt was a bad idea, he tied it up.

The cursed boy shook his head. "You know why Lavi's doing this, right?"

Kanda responded with a blank look. "You mean he needs a reason to cause trouble?"

Allen nodded at Kanda's comment, agreeing with him before remembering that he was trying to explain something. "Er, look at the calendar, Kanda."

Kanda did so, before frowning. "April first." He blinked. "What about it?"

"All Fools' Day, Kanda."

"What?" Kanda blinked, confused. He'd known that something happened on April first, but he'd thought it was something reasonable. "He's pulling pranks because it's All Fools' Day?"

Allen nodded. "That's the point of the day."

"I see." Allen gulped when he saw the spread of the rather predatory smile on Kanda's face. "Thank you. I'll return this to you later."

"Er... If you've got an idea, I'll help. I need to get him back myself."

Kanda's smile widened. "Oh, that'd be perfect."

And it was a means to an end. Only two hours later, those who Lavi had pranked got their revenge. It was quite surprising, really, just how many people he'd managed to get. Of course, the vicious rebound was even more amazing, but Allen and Kanda couldn't help but agree that it was quite a feat when they watched him running away from the masses once more.

Their own revenge had been rather simple - they'd locked their friend out of his room, giving everyone else instructions to keep him from entering their own rooms. Lavi would have no respite the entire day. As it was, Allen still asked Jerry to add lots of spice to Lavi's food. Jerry, whose precious dishes had nearly been broken by Lavi in his prank, was more than happy to do so.

Kanda had asked Komui to keep all the doors other than the high security and bed room doors unlocked. So when Allen and Kanda finally cornered Lavi, the red haired exorcist was very much frightened. They'd only given him looks promising pain, before grinning.

"All Fools' Day, Lavi." Allen said, clapping the boy on the shoulder.

"Idiot." Kanda allowed, before walking away.

Lavi sighed in relief. He started to stand, intending to follow his friends, only to find he couldn't. "Er... hey?"

But the two were no longer close enough to hear his worried call. The exorcist twisted, trying to see what had happened. He blanched when he realized that he'd sat in a puddle of quick drying heavy duty glue. He hadn't even noticed, though he supposed he could credit the exorcist uniform for that. As he squirmed, trying to free himself, he found that he was entirely stuck.

Suddenly, all the doors on the floor opened, just as the clock struck noon. Crowds of angry, previously pranked finders started moving towards him, Komui in the lead.

"Um, hi, guys."

"Get him!"

"Help!"

And down several flights of stairs, Allen and Kanda couldn't help but relinquish their restrained laughter when they heard the screams.