A/N: Okay, before any of you people can pelt me with knives, machetes, or any other sharp object, this will be AU. As in, chibi Allen and Kanda meeting for the first time. So this is more of a fluff than a smut! Please read and review!

Happy Yullen Week!

Disclaimer: I do not own D. gray man nor the idea for Yullen week. All credit goes to Hoshino-sensei and celestial moonshine.

Mon, December 22nd: Playground

Kanda breathed heavily as he ran down the dark streets of London. The lamps lighted a pathway for him and he followed their illumination blindly. He needed to get away from the stupid man who had told him to call him 'Father' and the annoying idiots that were his 'brothers'. Che, as if he wanted a father or brothers. They took him away from his parents' grave and now, they wanted him to go to some headquarters away from his home.

It wasn't fair. Why did his parents have to die? Why did his mother have to turn his father into an akuma (as he later found out)? And why did he have to be the one to kill them with their family heirloom, Mugen? And what made him sick was that he felt elation and satisfaction when he saw the burning carcasses after the monster exploded. It was wrong. So wrong. They were his mother and his father. They had loved him and cherished him like any doting parent would for a child.

The thought made him feel even sicker and sprinted even faster. He had escaped from his team and ran into the nearest town. Kanda needed to get as far away as he could. He needed to be alone and shed his tears where there was no one to see him. The last thing he needed was someone to pity him. That was the lowest in Kanda's mind.

As he was running, he came across a playground, covered with snow from the storm a few days ago. There was a swing set, a slide, and some teeter-totters. He stopped abruptly and strained his eyes, trying to see something on the swing sets. A lone child was sitting huddled on one of the rusted swings. What was particular about this boy was that he had snow-white hair. The child was crying, he noticed on closer inspection.

Kanda had to keep running to put distance between him and his annoying as hell 'family' but the child spiked curiosity in him and he found himself making his way over to the other boy.

"Hey, little brat," Kanda approached the snow-haired boy with distain in his dark blue eyes. "Why are you crying?"

The small child slowly looked up with puffy silver eyes, shining with tears. The raven-haired teen's eyes widened a fraction, eying the child's appearance. A red scar decorated the boy's face with blood covering a good portion of it. The scar looked fresh and Kanda couldn't help but wince a bit at the raw, puckering skin around the injury.

The kid's eyes were dull and blank like a doll's. Something inside was broken and shattered to pieces. They were wide and unseeing.

They're just like mine. The 13-year-old realized with a jolt.

Despite this, the child was very beautiful in Kanda's eyes. The boy's face was the essence of innocence lined with baby fat and silver eyes that glowed when the light hit them. He was small for his age but something about the boy radiated confidence and warmth that was hidden deep (very deep) under those tears. Definitely a moyashi.

"What happened to your eye?" Kanda questioned bluntly as only a child like him could. Fresh sobs escaped the child's lips and more tears flowed down the round cheeks. The teen stepped back a bit and fought down his disgust. He despised crying. It was a sign of weakness and this boy clearly had no shame.

The child did not answer him and the raven-haired boy became annoyed. "Oi! Brat! Did you hear me?"

Tears kept pouring down the child's cherubic face as he sniffled out pathetically, "... I-I killed... Mana. I killed my f-father. A-An' he gave me t-this b-be... cause I was b-bad."

Kanda's eyes widened even more as he watched the boy rub his face furiously, trying to get rid of the caked gore and tears. He hated crybabies and this scrawny thing was the most pitiful creature he had ever seen. Except... his story rang true to Kanda's own. He had also killed his father, along with his mother and he felt his heart go out to the boy.

Something akin to warmth bubbled in Kanda's throat and his cold eyes softened the tiniest fraction. In his young mind, he made a decision.

"What's your name, beansprout?" he kneeled down into the snow and stared at the boy. His hands went into his pockets and he pulled out a handkerchief. Slowly, as if he were afraid to touch the crying boy, he moved toward the child's face and wiped away the blood and tears that stained the pale face. The boy stared back, slightly surprised by the gesture.

"A-Allen..." the white-haired child mumbled but did not move away from the older teen. "Allen... Walker."

"My name is Kanda, beansprout," the Japanese boy replied. "And I also killed my father and mother." The other boy's tears stopped and looked at him with slight shock.

Kanda sat in the swing next to Allen's. He stared up at the sky and waited until the child quieted down. They sat together in silence until Allen broke it.

"A-Are you an angel?" Allen asked meekly, before hiding his blushing face and murmuring out an apology. Kanda blinked, totally not expecting that.

"What?"

"Umm... well," the small child stuttered. "Your hair is so pretty and long and...and you stayed with me even though I said I killed my father. You're so beautiful and nice, you must be an angel."

He nearly laughed at the thought. Him? An angel? Nice and beautiful? Blasphemy.

"Che. No, I'm not an angel," Kanda snorted. "Are you an angel?" Allen blinked, snow-white lashes fluttering over pale grey eyes.

"No," he replied, shaking his head slowly. "I am not."

There was silence again and Kanda broke it this time.

"What are you doing here, moyashi?" the teen asked, moving his feet so that he swung a bit.

"M-Moyashi?" the silver-eyed boy questioned, blinking rapidly.

"You're small and pale, you're a moyashi," Kanda explained shortly as if this made all the sense in the world.

"O-Oh," Allen blushed, looking sheepish. "This place is close to Mana's grave and I didn't want the red-haired man to find me. H-He's gonna take me away from Mana."

Kanda stopped, his feet dragging in the snow and dirt. "You... must love this Mana person a lot."

"Yes," Allen nodded and he stared at the older teen with soft grey eyes. Kanda stared back and turned quickly with a pale blush creeping upon his cheeks. Allen blinked confusedly.

"D-Do you have anywhere to go?" the raven-haired teen asked. "I mean... because you said someone was going to take you away..."

Allen turned pink and his face looked wistful. "No."

The longhaired teen thought for a moment.

"W-Would you like to come with me?" Kanda stuttered. Damn it. Why did he have to stutter now? "I mean... i-if you want to. But if you want to stay with your father then..."

The white-haired child's eyes widened and a spark lit in them.

"You mean, I can come with you, angel?" Allen asked hesitantly. Splashes of pink filled those round cheeks and Allen looked very pretty to Kanda.

"Well... yeah... since we both don't have anyone, you and I can be brothers," Kanda suggested, slightly uncomfortable. A vein popped in his head though and his eye twitched in annoyance. "I'm not an angel, moyashi. I thought I told you that."

"Yes you are," Allen replied simply, smiling gently. It brightened the pale face and made Kanda's cheeks warm. "You're my angel. You saved me. That's what angels do, isn't it?"

"Then you're my angel too," Kanda also said. "Because you saved me."

Both boys smiled at each other, enjoying their new company.

"Then may I call you Brother Kanda?" Allen asked, hope shining through. Kanda smiled back, his first real smile in a long while.

"Sure, moyashi."

He jumped off the swing, his boots making the snow crunch beneath them. Kanda turned around and offered his hand to Allen who looked at him with all the innocence in the world.

"Let's go together."

Allen's eyes sparkled before he too, jumped off the swing, and hand-in-hand, they left the playground.

And on that day, Kanda found the one who would support and love him as he walked down the path he had set for himself.

A/N: I know. Total OOC on Kanda's part. But it was needed for the cuteness and fluff! And plus he's a child. He's bound to be slightly soft. And Allen... well, Allen's sad and depressed with Mana's death so to me, he would go with the first person to show him compassion and kindness. Kind of like kindred spirits bounded by tragedy. Okay... now I'm making excuses...

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