A/N: Chapter two. Again, I am anxious to get writing because this story is turning so well for me. I have also found out that I suck at total AUs... I had three planned out and after I started writing them, they didn't turn out right. Bleh... anyways, so here is chapter two of Avoidance.

You guys get this chapter because Kanda has finally made an appearance after so many chapters. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Poison in My Head and Veins

Needless to say, Kanda was pissed to find that Allen was gone when he woke up. And it appeared that he had hidden again.

"Kanda," Lenalee knocked on his door. "You're needed for a mission. Be happy because it's with Allen-kun. So be sure to tell him." There was a soft giggle.

"How do I tell him if I can't find him?" he growled in annoyance. Lenalee opened the door and peeked in.

"Allen-kun's not here?" Lenalee gave the angry swordsman a gentle smile. "You should give him some credit. He hides very well if you can't find him."

"That just means it takes a hell of a lot of effort to find him," Kanda grumbled and folded his arms over his chest.

"You could check the roof. He loves to go up there to hide sometimes. Just like you when you got here..." Lenalee mused.

The violet-eyed girl could not put another word in as Kanda pelted away in search of his young lover.

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Allen nodded his head, silver eyes threatening to close shut. It was the voice in his head again, telling him to sleep forever. It had been like this since he had gotten back. A voice in his head whispering to take over his body so long as he had the Innocence attached to him. The Innocence wanted him to submit, to sleep so that it could use its body as a fighting machine.

His Innocence had been woken up harshly in the labs (he shuddered when he thought about it) and now it desired total control over its host.

Sometimes it sent throbbing signals that drove him mad and other times, it just drained him of all energy so that he would collapse in the most random of places, therefore allowing the Innocence a chance to take over. There were instances where he could ignore this but others where he curled up in a dark corner and just got over it on his own. Whatever the tactic it chose, he refused to let that happen. Which is why he avoided everyone. He didn't want to be sent back because he was slowly being consumed both mentally and physically. He didn't want to be alone but it was so painful for anyone to watch and down right awkward that he needed some privacy when these attacks happened.

"The sun is so pretty today," Allen murmured without a sound and blocked the view a little with his hand. This was one of the days where his voice failed him.

He loved going to the roof of headquarters. There was no one to bother him or see him when he was riding out the pain in his mind. And the roof was so high up that it gave him a sense of calm and serenity to be here.

A twinge alerted him that another bout of pain was coming. He coiled himself into a ball and shut his eyes tight. A moment later, he felt something burst inside his head as heat spiraled down and engulfed his heart. Inside him, something pulled his brain to the point where he bit through his lip to alleviate the pain elsewhere. He curled up defensively, trying to keep himself from crying. The last thing he needed were tears. Darkness had taken over him and a numb feeling washed over. Granted, the pain was still there but it had slowed to a faint throb that made him ache all over. He let out a soundless moan as his hands twitched periodically.

The pain dulled and turned to something else, something that made him yelp with mortification.

"Oi, beansprout!" the trap door to the roof opened. Allen recognized the deep voice and almost bashed himself. There was no way he was going to let Kanda see him so vulnerable like this but he couldn't move.

Allen's body grew unbearably warm all of a sudden leaving him panting shallowly and gripping the stone top.

Move, body, move! He urged himself but he couldn't.

"Moyashi?" a shadow towered over him before the owner scooped him into a pair of strong arms. Allen let out a low whine and fought weakly to escape Kanda's grip on him. "What the hell is happening to you?"

Allen shook his head fiercely, trying to get Kanda to leave him. He flailed his arms like a child as more fire (not enough to burn him though) pooled in his stomach. His pants became more audible and his cheeks more flushed from both embarrassment and heat. He barely registered a cool hand touching his forehead.

"Damn it, beansprout!" Kanda cursed, "You're feverish! You shouldn't be out here." The same hand yanked off his new exorcist coat and opened the buttons of his shirt. The white-haired boy shivered somewhat as his sweaty skin met the cold air. It felt nice...

Allen whined again but this time, the sound came out albeit it being hoarse and a bit raspy. He needed to be alone but the samurai seemed to have other ideas. He felt himself being lifted off the cool stone floor and being moved.

No! He mentally screamed. He was not going back down where people could see him.

"Put me down," he rasped and winced when his voice scraped his throat. It burned like hell.

"Hell no!" Kanda shot the white-haired boy a withering glare. "You are getting help and I am damn sure going to get you there!"

"No!" Allen croaked, tears coming out of his eyes. "I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back! Leave me here! People won't stare at me here!"

Allen coughed violently and his voice gave out again.

Kanda froze and eyed the boy in his arms apprehensively. It finally donned on him.

"You've been through this before, haven't you?" Kanda demanded. "That's why you've been hiding from me."

The flushed boy shook his head meekly. He needed to lie if that meant more time up here.

"Don't lie to me!" Kanda yelled, catching his bluff before whispering in a quieter voice. "Don't you see how much it hurts me to see you like this?"

Allen braced himself for the scolding and insults he knew he was going to get but none of that came. Instead, he received a small smack on his head and a soft sigh of resignation. He felt Kanda sitting down with him still in the warm, comforting hold.

"This isn't some random fever," Kanda replied more of a statement than a question. "How long?"

Allen blushed and buried his face into the swordsman's chest. His hands clutched the man's exorcist coat into knots.

"You've been hiding since..." Kanda thought about for a while before it hit him. "Those bastards... I'm going to slaughter them! They will beg for death after I'm through with them."

Allen whimpered when the ringing pain came back with full force and opened his mouth in a silent scream. He arched in Kanda's arms and attempted to squirm out of them.

"O-Oi! Beansprout! What are you doing now?" Kanda tightened his hold on the younger teen to keep him from hurting himself. The raven-haired man still had many questions for the boy but his main priority now was to be there for Allen.

Go away. Please, go away. Allen wanted to say as the pain muddled his senses. The agony was stifling and he desperately wanted to dig his hands into something or bite something. His hands suddenly became occupied, gripping something warm and calloused. He realized, in his torture, that it was Kanda's larger hands holding his so firmly.

"I'm here, you stupid moyashi," Kanda smirked, hiding a wince as Allen's fingers dug into his knuckles. "Whether you want it or not. I'm not going anywhere."

He's not going to leave me. He's going to stay here with me. He thought through his hazy mind. The poison in his mind telling him to submit grew louder and much hotter, almost scalding, furious with his happiness. It wanted him to give in. He refused. As long as he lived and there was Kanda, he was going to endure this and get through it.

Allen smiled. Now he had someone to share his pain and endure it with him. And that thought made him grin through his tears.

A/N: And there is another chapter full of mushiness I hope. Anyways, please review if you enjoyed it! Also, I support the Beijing Olympics! Go China!