A long line of Exorcists and a few finders protruded from the cafeteria where Kanda was holding court and our mischievous bookman Lavi was pretending to be bored.

Faking a yawn, he yelled, "Oy! Yuu-chan, what's with all these people? Have you suddenly had a change of heart and decided that Christmas has come early?" Kanda

grunted. *"I'm here to avenge my love and to find out WHO THE HELL did this to him, someone with a death wish." He pointed to a still dazed Allen, who was clearly

marked as exhibit A. At least, that's what it sounded like to Lavi. It was more like: "Goddamnit bookman, CALL ME KANDA. And second of all, someone did this to

Moyashi here." It took all in Lavi's power to stay calm and not twitch. Suspicious, the Japanese teen surveyed the crowd with distaste. His eyes suddenly narrowed and

focused on Lavi who was holding back his mirth at the sigh of Allen. "YOU!" Taken aback at being found so easily, the eye patched red head lied, "What? Me?" BAM. The

door burst open. Lavi, glad for the intrusion, sneakily moved to a safer spot as Komui approached. "Exorcists and finders, please evacuate the cafeteria. I repeat, please

evacuate the-" Having caught sight of Kanda standing on a table, Komui beamed and lowered the megaphone. "Kanda! A nice day for a stroll, isn't it?" Kanda grimaced.

"Go away, Komui, I need the cafeteria at least until dinner." Komui grinned. "So sweet, Kanda-chan! Looking out for Allen like that!" Blushing a furious red, Kanda told

him off and continued drilling.

It was late at night before Allen woke up from his dazed state of being. "Kanda, I'm hungry," he complained. The Japanese teen opened an eye from his book. "Fine. I'll

wait for you here." There was a pregnant pause. Allen did not shift from his bed. "What is it, moyashi?" "Kanda, can you go with me?" Allen whined. Contemplating his

boyfriend for a moment, the older teen slammed his book shut and growled out, "Get your slippers on."

The cafeteria was empty as the gay couple flounced down the dark, stormy hallway and into the large cafeteria. Allen tugged free from Kanda's iron grip and decided

that at the moment, his love for food was worth more than his love for his boyfriend. "You want anything?" There was no response. Stirring up several dishes, Allen

paused before looking up from his cooking. Kanda was dreamily staring at him. Was the permanent marker that distracting? Allen felt uncomfortable. "Kanda, there's no

need to stare at me like that."

KANDA'S POV

God, that Moyashi looks hot. Maybe I'll ask him to cook up something for me. And his hair! Soft and snowy…I wonder why I called him a grandpa last week. Old men

are not hot. So clearly, Allen is not an old man. Because he's hot. Duh.

"Allen…" The white-haired teen looked up from his binging. Finally, Kanda was back to his senses. He did not notice the gleam that was in the ebony haired teen's eye.

Shame. Suddenly, the room was a lot hotter. And Kanda was standing a bit too close. Allen edged backwards. Kanda, predicting his movement, moved closer until he

could feel the hot breath on his lips. The two subconsciously moved forward, slowly…lightning struck. The two sprang apart, and the sudden light revealed a third figure

in the room. Said figure was armed with a permanent marker. Was this a wayward fan girl arriving in the middle of the night to pay homage to his hot boyfriend? Kanda

sincerely hoped so. Sadly, this was not to be.

AHHH!!! I know, this little story of mine is like, going nowhere. I'll try to improve the plot. I mean, it started out fairly innocent, right? *sob* IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

AN ODE TO YULLEN! Anyway, I couldn't bear to scrap it. So I'm trudging on. Any ideas would be appreciated and credited for. *wink*