There's a legend, one consisting of a special bluebird. It's said that if it flies above you, and drops a feather with the same design for you and another, you will become each other's one and only. But the real problem is you must find them yourself.

A Decade Later

Damn. That Moyashi's voice was either too loud or the walls and ceiling of this damned apartment were as thin as damned paper. He could practically hear everything. Everything from the stupid rabbit from down across the hall, to the Moyashi above him, to the disgusting red-headed man up in the sixth floor with his ugly hookers. (Amazing how loud the redhead could actually make those horny freaks scream so loudly in the middle of the night, and he was in freaking second floor. It was amusing though, to discover the Moyashi's god father was Cross. Good unlucky him.)

If you blasted the music almost to the max, something he was doing since last night, you could still hear the disgusting moans from the floors above, and Moyashi read his story-crazed little ass all day, night, and afternoon. Kanda would be damned if he was granted ultra hearing, 'cause then he'd go drastic already. Probably not even a hospital could calm him down.

Quickly grabbing his Mugen, he walked out of the room, already annoyed enough of hearing the Moyashi blab himself silly with books. He snatched his sports bag from the ground before leaving out the door and not saying a word towards his roommates.

He walked slowly downstairs, his feet flinging out with every step he took. His right hand placed itself holding the bag on his shoulders with his Mugen easily tucked in between his shoulder and bag. His left hand slipped into his pocket, he reached onto the last step of the flight of stairs and headed towards the exit.

"Yuuuu-chan!" a male, approximately eighteen, jumped onto Kanda. Red hair was the dye of the male's hair, and could easily be identified as Cross' son. However, surprisingly it wasn't. Of what distinguished the male from Cross was his eye color, which its hue was green. (Oh, but both persons had to cover their right eyes, and they were some of the biggest flirts of the entire county. Bizarre isn't it?)

"Get off me, baka usagi," Kanda replied in a harsh tone.

"Awww Yuu-chan, you're no fun!" the male said, previously called 'Baka Usagi'.

"Life isn't always about fun, idiot," Kanda said, elbowing 'Baka Usagi' in the gut. "and the next time I hear my given name from that ugly mouth of yours', someone will find a corpse at their door, preferably yours'."

"Oh, and do I know it!" 'Baka Usagi' said, ignoring Kanda's threat and still managing to cling onto Kanda after the jab. "Partying isn't always fun. You need all the planning, and the perfect time... phew! It isn't easy planning a perfect party."

"That's what all you dumbasses call fun," Kanda said. "Now get off before I cut you!"

"You actually care? Yuu-chan, that's so nice of you!"

Before unsheathing Mugen, Kanda spoke. "I just don't want 'Murder' listed in my criminal records along with the other stupid things you framed me with."

"N-now now, Kanda, there's no need to take Mugen out!" 'Baka Usagi' said, finally shooting away from him. "How about we live as peaceful civilians, huh?"

"Che," Kanda said, walking out of the doors of the dorm-like apartments.

Coming to realization of something, the red-headed male jumped up. "Ahhh! Yuu-chan! Yuuuu-chan!"

"Fuck off, Lavi (B.) Juniors!"

First thing is first. Breakfast.

Kanda walked down the path towards his favorite restaurant in the county, and only Japanese restaurant in the county. Therefore, it was the only place that held home-cooked (or freshly made) soba. (The heat-and-microwave soba was an absolute insult.)

The moment he walked in, the smell Japanese food engulfed him, the heart of it in the kitchen. The sound of soft clattering (but loud in the kitchen), and talkative people was annoying to say the least.

"Ah! Kanda-kun!" the manager working as a clerk said. "I knew you would be coming by! We even reserved you a seat. Soba, as usual?" he said, attempting to bring Kanda to the reserved table.

Kanda nodded, staying in place. "I'll take it to go."

"Ah, very well," the manager said, not complaining. As long as Kanda ate from his restaurant, he was content. More money for him. "Soba, to go!" he hollered into the kitchen, a chef nodding and raising his hand as he kept his eyes on the food he was cooking.

Kanda leaned against the wall, leg bent and laying on the wall. His arms were crossed and a neutral face was a pasted onto his face. His eyes were closed and he was at ease. (Well, beside the point that the noise happening in the restaurant was constantly ticking him off.)

A new smell entered the room. Not that it gave so much of his attention, but it had his head lean up.

A girl in black-green pigtails walked in. Her eyes were vibrant purple and wore a smile that attracted half the restaurant. Her legs were slender and perfect, dare he say it.

She wore a blue jeans skirt that fit around her waist and slid down to her mid-thigh. Her blouse was baby blue and a printed picture that showed itself to be a faded (and torn) heart. She had knee big socks and converse sneakers.

A man accompanied her, one reason why she was smiling, and was at least 15 years old over. The man had the same equal eyes as the female, and navy purple hair that spread out in eight different 'tails'. He wore a scientist like uniform. A science coat swallowed a large portion of his clothes. A small hat was topped on his head and gave a brief feel of wealth.

Though the two people were talking in fluent English, one could tell they were full Chinese. Laughing at small inside jokes the two passed to each other.

The girl walked in front and spoke to the man in the front desk. (The clerk was off to do some actual work and was only there to greet his best customer in.) "Could we have a table for two please?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, it's a full house. There are no more tables left."

"Really? Please, sir? We're new here, we have no idea where else to go to eat," the girl said.

"Nope, I'm sorry," the man said. "The rules here are strict. I could lose my job."

"But sir-"

"Give them my table," Kanda stepped in.

"Mister? And who are you?"

"I'm the one that has the reserved table. Your boss reserved it for me without permission," Kanda said.

"Mister, if it is a reserved table, then I cannot just give the table away freely-"

"If I need, I will call your boss, and if that doesn't work, I can kill you in ten different ways."

"..v-very well sir," the man said, shaking his head.

The girl and man turned to him. "Thank you, er... boy," the man said. "We're new here and we're completely useless around the area and-"

"Here is the soba you ordered, to go," the manager came back, handing the food to Kanda, as he gave the exact number of money it costed. "Thank you, Kanda!"

"It was nothing. I don't care about your reasons," Kanda said, turning away from the duo. "I was just about to leave anyways."

"Umm... thank you then, Mr. Kanda!"

"Che."

A silver blade swung down. It slowly guided itself to the side while the user ran forward and swung horizontally, making a huge cut on the tree. The user closed his eyes, walking away from the cut up tree and gave the wind a pattern of breathes. He began to make another pattern, this time using his sword and body.

He jumped, as though contemplating someone granting him a kick at the leg to mess him, and swung to the side, then landing on his feet and continuing on with his dance. Immediately, he turned around and stabbed, and retracted it back to him, making an entirely new dance, one that would require two swords in his hands.

Surely, this would have been dangerous for anyone and even himself if he held the blade improperly, and guided it wrongly. Oh, but it would have made it worse if the police found out. More retarded crimes added onto his criminal record. (Pf, half the shit on his record wasn't even his.)

Kanda was at a deserted property. Trees and bushes surrounded him and a small lake beside him.

Soft breezes cooled his skin when he sweat, and put him at ease whenever he trained. Though, he wouldn't feel any different, if he trained in rain or snow either. But however, it was slightly harder to concentrate. The girl he had met this noon was... simply beautiful, and he had never thought of any man, any woman... anybody at all, beautiful.

His face turned stern with concentration, internally scolding himself for losing concentration because the blade was just millimeters from giving him a fresh cut on-

"Fuck!"

And now a string of profanity fell from his mouth. A long cut streamed down from his elbow to his mid-forearm. He hurried to his first aid in his bag and quickly taking the roll of bandages he packed into his first aid. He struggled to put on the bandages. (But rest assured, he succeeded.)

Che.

I guess that's enough for today... Kanda thought, angry at his first injury for a while.

Kanda walked back through those doors, the ones that lead him in and out of the apartment buildings, scowling at anyone who dared to look at him. The bandages were visible, he knew, so of course they would stare.

During the entire day, he wore a white undershirt, a jacket to top it off and ordinary gym pants.

The likeliness of getting tired and hot was high today. Today the sun emitted the feeling of summer with the clouds giving long cool breezes. Working himself out, would of course help the heat build up and press him to take off his jacket and show some of his muscles.

"Ho ho, hurt yourself, BaKanda?"

"Shut up, Moyashi. You're acting like the fat pedo in a red suit."

"Look, I know this is difficult, it means hard by the way, for you but," Allen started. "You should study the use of names. You know, those things people have, but you, apparently, are too retarded, or stupid, dumb, idiotic, dull-minded, your pick, to understand it."

"Look here short-stack, I can stab your cursed eye like I did to the fatass in the North pole or-"

"It's not cursed, BaKanda," Allen interrupted.

"Shut up. Your eye could be seeing darkness, or you could start being kind to your elders."

Allen scoffed. "Elders? That's bullshit considering what you did to the fake Santa, at the mall last season."

"I take it back," Kanda slid Mugen out of its sheath, soon to start charging at the stupid white-headed Moyashi. "I'll kill you."

Running into a little panic, Allen ducked and kicked up at Kanda's torso, hearing a small grunt. Allen waited for a moment before walking out the door towards the community library peacefully.

"Fucking Moyashi! Stop acting like a fucking brat and come back here!"

By the way, the man in the kitchen was not Jerry. (Or Jeryy as some of you make it.) I plan to give him a different place to work at... the school kitchen, of course! Quite obvious, am I speaking?

..I like typing "Che" for Kanda.. :)

Was portraying Kanda okay? And for sure, I think I'll get a yes.. Did I play Kanda's liking for Lenalee too quickly? I've, simply put, never read a Kandalee before. (But crap, that couple looks adorable!)

Ahh, don't worry for all you Allenalee (Lenallen, whatever.) favor..ers.. it's still an Allenalee.. with Kandalee to the side. -large fake cough-

The triangle was mentioned right? :) All three influenced by the feather. ;)

Oh yes, the disclaimer?

Well as you can see, if you look in my profile, all you'll see is a small biography of me and it will say nothing of owning D. Gray-Man. -sigh- Doesn't life suck?