Hello and... long time no see. Here's the introduction chapter of the new story that's been plaguing my mind for months right now. Hope you'll enjoy it.

Warning: This will contain angst, shounen-ai and bad language (courtesy of Kanda). Also, some references from a certain movie (you'll be able to guess as the story unfolds).

Disclaimer: I own no D.Gray-man or its' characters.

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0. Introduction

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"Kanda?"

"…?"

"Have you ever thought about what would have happened if we have met under different circumstances?"

"Tch… Don't concern yourself with such trivial matters, Moyashi."

"…Kanda?"

"What?"

"I… love you."

"Shut up, idiot."

"But…"

"Shut. It… We're here."

"Here… Where?"

Allen lifted his head from Kandas' shoulder and looked around. There stood a small old hut, drenched by the heavy rain not less than them. Allen let out a short sigh and shuddered.

"I'm cold…" he whispered, receiving a scowl from the raven haired teen. Kanda gripped him tighter and hastened his pace towards the hut.

The inside looked even more run down than the outside, but at least the place was dry. There was no light except for the evening dimness coming from the barren windows, and Kanda had to move around cautiously in order to not trip on something that littered the dusty ground. Taking a few steps toward the middle of the old housing he spotted something comfier, a mat. An out of shape and dusty mat, but it was still better than the dirty concrete floor. He gave a short glance at Allen, who resumed hiding his tired face in the collar bone of the older exorcist, and put him down, sitting him on the mat. The white haired boy glanced around and then back at Kanda, reaching his hand towards the older. Kanda kept his scowl and sat down a few steps further away. Allen didn't move his hand away, but instead tried to reach for him, unsuccessfully.

"Lay down, Moyashi. You need to rest." The samurai glared at him, forcing his hand to stop reaching and fall to his side. But the boy smiled.

"I'll have the whole eternity to rest, Kanda." He said looking cheerfully at the older teen, yet his eyes seeped with sadness and hidden hurt.

"You're so warm, let me feel it one last time, I just…" he couldn't finish his sentence, because Kanda just launched himself towards the boy and grabbed him by the collar.

"Shut the fuck up." He whispered through gritted teeth, glaring straight in the eyes of the other, and let go of the collar, pushing him to lay down.

"You talk like you're frigging dieing, Moyashi. I'm not gonna fucking let you get away without finishing the damn mission, so cut the crap and rest now, or I'll make you." The Japanese growled, inching his face closer to the already laid down exorcist. Allen offered him a kind smile, a sincere and less faked than the one before.

"Let me think about it." He chuckled, making Kandas' glare darker.

"I'm serious, Moyashi." He growled and Allen wrapped his arm around the others' neck, locking them in a kiss. Kanda kissed back fiercely, pulling back as soon as Allen let out a muffled moan. The younger boy moved his head towards the other, expecting more, but Kanda gripped his chin in a firm hold and looked at Allens' face. He looked tired and unnaturally pale and his parted lips burned a little too much to be considered normal. His eyelashes fluttered and two twilight eyes looked back into the midnight blue ones. Kanda noticed that Allens' vision found it harder to concentrate and immediately let go of him as a slight pang of worry tugged at his heart. He took hold of the younger ones' coat and quickly unbuttoned it, took it off and put it aside. Then he did the same with his own and took out an old holey wool blanket from somewhere in the darkness around. Kanda put the wet coats further away and cowered Allen with the blanket.

"Sleep." That was the only thing the older of the two said, sitting down by the makeshift bedding.

"Can you lie beside me, please…? It's cold…" Allen pouted, though it was hardly visible. Kanda looked at him for a moment, then crawled in beside him and covered them both with the blanket. Allen clumsily wrapped his arms around the older teen and buried his face into the crook of his neck, sighing lightly. Kanda wrapped an arm around the boys' waist and held him protectively.

"Will you rest now?" The samurai whispered into the boys' ear. Allen nodded briefly and a few minutes later he fell asleep. Kanda sighed deeply and tried to fall asleep also. Allens' body heat was enough for them both, but he still shuddered from time to time, and it seemed to only get more frequent and worse as time passed by. Kanda kept a firm grasp on the boy as he shivered and murmured in his sleep- his fever was increasing. The samurai gritted his teeth and fought back the urge to hold his lover tighter, understanding that it might only worsen he kids' condition by cutting off the air supply. He placed a soft kiss on the youths' forehead and confirmed the obvious- Allen had caught the virus. Tirades of curses flowed through Kandas' mind, he felt hopeless. He wanted desperately to make Allen feel better, yet he had no such power. The virus had already killed so many, there was little to no possibility the boy would survive it. They both fought hard, but what was the meaning of it in the end, if victory only meant loss?

"I… love you too… Allen" the older teen whispered and for the first time in long years he began to pray.

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Thanks for sparing some time to read this! Reviews are appreciated.