Disclaimer: No, the characters are not mine. Katsura Hoshino's.

No, this story is not dead. I have a lot in mind for this.

In my head i vaguely have the ending already so i just got to fill the middle... writing out is harder than just imagining it .-.

So, really sorry for the lateness!

I couldn't even finish before 12am of christmas since i was considering some stuff of the last part o; Just say i was too distracted, wasn't that in the mood and too lazy to write on lined paper. I only managed to write by hand two sides of a foolscap before i just continued the rest on computer... haha...

Hope you like...

Chapter 4 - Finding reasons

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Kanda paused before his own room door, face all scrunched up from scowling and glaring pointedly into the door. Fuck, someone was in his room. How dare he. Hands moving towards Mugen, he swore he would kill that intruder. No one just enters his room without permission. No one. However, just as he was about to drop the burden on his shoulders to unleash his sword on whoever was behind his door, he heard loud footsteps pacing and for a moment he halted any movement.

"Useless!" a thunderous voice came, "what are you waiting for!" Find that Allen Walker now!"

Kanda gritted his teeth, there was no way he did not recognize that voice. It was the one voice he really hated to the core, the disgusting corrupting tone of that voice. Looking for the moyashi now is it, Leverrier. Che. Now I wonder what you did damn fourteenth. He glared once more at his room's intruder behind the door and tightening his grasp on his katana until his knuckles turned white, to calm himself down, he quickly spun and headed down the corridor before he could change his mind. When Kanda deemed that the crowd behind him was not going in his direction eventually, he slowed his pace and adjusted the load on his shoulders, a scowl held in place. He had no idea what the fuck he was doing. He turned into a deserted corner of the corridor and dropped the load over his shoulders unceremoniously onto the ground. Glaring at the still unconscious body, he then squatted down to take a closer look. The boy was panting even harder, sweat already staining the ground despite the short time he laid on it. And Kanda could not help but scowl at the sight before him. Useless moyashi needed something cold since he was obviously fucking hot. So what the fuck is cold enough? He searched his thoughts for a moment before an idea struck him.

"Che," he said simply, and got up.

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"Oi," the longhaired called when it was finally his turn in the queue. "Oh Kanda! The usual?" Jerry asked, peaking out of the small window of the kitchen. There was a long pause that stretched awkwardly as the cook blinked confusedly at the Japanese. Usually it would be a "che" to mean yes but that day, the samurai did not even respond. "Kanda?" Jerry prodded, scratching his chin. "Che. And a big glass of water, with ice," Kanda replied at last, a scowl that only deepened as he spoke. "O-okay right up! Though that is unusual for you…" the cook trailed off and disappeared into the kitchen. After a moment, Jerry stuck his hands out of the same window, presenting the orders on a tray with a grin. Kanda then grabbed the tray wordlessly and walked off, heading to the exit of the cafeteria. The cook blinked again at the abnormal sight before spotting a group of approaching finders and all thoughts of the Japanese was pushed to the back of his mind. "Hello people! What would you like today? I can cook anything!"

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Kanda strode through the corridor as elegantly as he could with a tray in hands, and turned into the corner where he had dropped the moyashi. As he rounded the last corner, he realized with slight surprise that the boy was finally awake and was struggling to sit up. "Lay the fuck down, whoever you are," Kanda demanded, plopping down onto the ground with the tray set on his lap. Silver eyes met his as he slammed the tray onto the ground and grasped the cold drink. "K-Kanda?" came the voice from the half-sitting boy, unsure. "What do you—" Splash! "Kanda… what was that for…" the moyashi spoke again, sounding a tad pissed as droplets of cold liquid dripped down from his forehead and ends of white cluttered strands.

"Che." Kanda responded, apathetic. "Huh…" the other spoke again with apparent threats behind that single word that time. And somehow, that made the older snapped. "Shut up! You were burning up imbecile!" Kanda growled at him. The younger then blinked at him, before giving him a look as if he were some moron, and wiped the sweat and water on his face with the back of a hand. "Kanda… You don't go pouring cold water on people to cool down fevers you know…" The Japanese only glared at that, though he was about to argue that there was nothing else to do. "Che! Like I care." "But thank you," the boy continued as if having not heard his last remark. Kanda rolled his eyes, "I said I don't care! Why the hell are you thanking me. And what, you Allen Walker now?" He intended it to be a sneer but it came out more as a question, since he was fairly intrigued. Those eye color and crap talk could only be him but if so, what happened to the fucking Noah… "Huh?" came the reply as the white-haired laid back down on the cement gingerly, base of the cup of remaining ice cubes placed onto his forehead. "What do you—shit!" Silver eyes widened as realization dawned on him at the last word, and the boy jerked up straight, almost knocking the cup over before hastily putting it by the side. "You mean…" The hand not on the freezing cup traveled to moist hair as the boy apparently panicked while staring at Kanda for answers. And as a response, Kanda glared. If that were even possible, those silver orbs stretched again. "I j-just slipped for a moment but… W-what did he want?" then came the question, almost inaudible, from the ivory haired teen who suddenly found his fingers ridiculously interesting. Kanda narrowed his eyes at the sudden change in the other's demeanor before he turned away with a 'che' and stoically lifted the chopsticks from the tray. He closed his eyes in favor of a small prayer he never knew why he always made and when midnight blue saw light again, Kanda had an answer.

"He wanted a half-assed deal with me and said he isn't a danger yet so don't go suiciding like a moron, since as much as I wish otherwise, this is part of my business now." Deeming it enough of reply, Kanda dug into his meal without further concerns, leaving the other to his own thinking. "I see…" was the only comment he heard throughout his breakfast.

Lenalee winced from her position glued to the door at the outrageously loud bangings. She would bet any cents that door was either going to break down or have a hole on it if the abusing did not stop anytime soon. But instead of stopping, a piercing noise was added to the commotion outside. "Allen Walker!" the voice itself held malice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Allen Walker! I command you to open this door right now!" However, that order did not seemed to work, since the noise promptly resumed after a short pause. "Are you trying to rebel, Allen Walker? Open this NOW!" And Lenalee could not help but roll her eyes at that. It was obvious no exorcists were going to rebel, but the marshall was always going on all that. That did nothing but showed the mistrust Vatican had towards them. "Allen Walker!" Then a too abrupt silence hung over the banging and shouting for some seconds, before a softer voice was heard. "Break the door open, Supervisor. It's your job." At that, a flare of fury rise within her. What did he mean it was Nii-san's job? Invading others' room was not his job; can't Leverrier do something himself for once? It was… humiliating, as if they were inferior. But they could not do anything… "Yes," came the whispered reply. A couple of moments later, uneven sounds of engine made their way to the olive-haired female's ears. Soon, wood were being sawed and drilled, and following it was an ominous 'Crash' that signaled the door finally gave up. Reckless footsteps entered the room and for a whole minute she could catch nothing no matter how hard she pressed her ear to the door. That was, until relatively louder apologies were made, and with it, a thunderous "Useless! What are you waiting for! Find that Allen Walker now!"

There were many unidentifiable noises after the outburst, like things were being shifted around in the room next to the one she was in, before there were crunches of wood that probably meant they were stepped on none too gently. Some sound of shuffling could be heard, and then more footsteps drew fainter until there was an echoing silence. Lenalee let out a long breath that she did not know she was holding and hesitantly turned the knob. She peaked through the small gap she made with the door and noticed the corridor was empty except for smashed pieces of wood that once were a door. Swallowing a lump down her throat, she carefully pulled the door wider and stepped out onto the corridor, closing the door hence after. She approached the demolished-looking room with gentle footsteps and poked in her head into it. Inside it was a messed up bed and opened drawers and wardrobe that looked like they had been raid. But what caught her attention was that long thick ropes were hanging down from the ceiling at the four corners of the bed, apparently having been sliced, seeing the smaller chunks that were left lying on the ground. What in the world happened…


Kanda set his cup down onto the tray and glanced at the younger teen before him. The other had been really quiet, much unlike how he usually was. Then the long haired suddenly recalled why they were there, seated in some isolated part of the long corridor. "Leverrier is looking for you," Kanda told him simply. When those silver eyes which looked duller than moments before looked back up, the teen asked a question. "Why?" "As if I know," the Japanese muttered, annoyed. "Oh." It was a short reply, and for some reason Kanda scowled at that. "Whatever. Did your fever dropped?" the dark-sapphire haired queried half-heartedly, shifting to lean onto the nearest wall. "Maybe, since I feel fine now," Allen answered, a little dazed. "Che. So you don't remember what you did before you end up falling onto me in the forest." Kanda stated, almost bored. "Yeah." Another short reply. The Japanese's eyebrow twitched before he spoke again, raising his voice a little that time. "Fuck, what the hell is wrong with you? Did that fever of yours burnt your entire brain away?" That seemed to do the trick, because the response he got was louder and longer than his own.

"What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me? I should be asking you what the hell is wrong with you! Asking all those mindless questions, and why are you even here sitting with me? Besides, shouldn't you hand me over to Leverrier if you knew he was looking for me? And you made a fucking deal with the Noah? What's your problem? Isn't Black Order your home! You could just kill me but how could you do something like that? What deal was it that was so important that made you even go to the extent of hiding me even when Leverrier is trying to find me!" Allen finished up, panting angrily.

"What the hell… I was being fucking nice for once in my entire life and you say I got a problem damn moyashi? What's the deal with me sitting here? Even if I am hiding you, it's fucking because I hate that Leverrier and I have more than enough reasons to. And you say home? Those Vaticans could care less about humans if they could win the war, and you call this hell home! So what if I did made a deal with the Fourteenth, if he can give me something in return! You don't know how the deal is important so don't talk like you do!" Kanda shouted back, hands slamming onto the ground and glaring as if daring Allen to retort, which the white-haired only glowered fiercely back.

After a couple of minutes of mutual glaring, Allen broke off the contact first by a turn of his head and Kanda merely 'che'd and looked away. The tension was left in the air, until the younger started. "What did he promised to give you? You can't believe a Noah's words too easily." "Says the Noah," the Japanese scoffed, causing Allen to frown in thoughts for a minute. Then Kanda sighed, eyes travelling to the high ceiling. "He said I would be able to get out of this place." "Why do you want to leave? And can't you do so without his help?" "I can't," answered the older, ignoring the first query without much thought. "And to be truthful, not even exorcists like you can, can they?" The long haired could feel eyes on him but did not return the gesture. "What did he want from you then?" Allen asked again. The Japanese rubbed the spot above the bridge of his nose, feeling a scowl surfacing. "Act of ignorance, for now. He undoubtedly wants something else too." There was a moment of quiescence. "Be careful." Allen warned softly, sounding pretty exhausted. Kanda looked at the white-haired from the corner of his eyes. "Che. You too," the Japanese frowned, "Don't disappear completely. You've got to fight." A small smile then graced the pale features of the younger exorcist, relatively sincere compared to the other cheerful ones he had seen Allen made. "You really are being nice for once in your life huh, Kanda? Thank you, I will. " Kanda pursed his lips for a decent retort but only came up with a "Che." And that earned another small smile from the exorcist before him.

A trail of smoke ascended the heavens as waves of sea crashed onto the sandy land. "So? What are your thoughts?" a hoarse voice asked, rather monotone.

A 'clang' of clay resounded as a small cup of hot coffee was laid back onto its plate. "That's… a rather different angle of perspective Marian," the said Marian's companion spoke. A red haired man snorted at the comment before placing an almost finished cigarette back between his lips. "Never thought you were planning that despite the many times you simply disappeared."

"Wrong, I wasn't the one who planned this Froi," Cross interjected with what seemed like a half smirk on his face.

Solemn brown eyes searched red-brown as Tiedoll questioned, "Are you sure we can trust him?"

The redhead turned towards the endless looking sea before he answered with an almost sad smile. "Yes more than not." But I do have a backup plan…

Tiedoll nodded stiffly and began to stir his coffee with a small spoon, staring into the brown surface that reflected his image. "But why me, instead of Cloud or Zakaro? It's not like you and I get along that well."

Cross lifted the cigarette from his lips, breathing out a puff of harmful smoke which got the other General gently swatting away at the air with a hand. "Tch, who knows. Your decision?"

Soft sounds of the metal spoon hitting clay were the only sound heard for a moment before the brown haired general answered. "What if I said no? I would already know what you, or he, are planning." Cross shrugged nonchalantly and but gave no further comments. That made Tiedoll sigh, "this is a grave matter Marian, I would need some time to consider."

The General spared his acquaintance a glance before getting up from his seat with a stretch of limps. "Tomorrow is the latest." With that, he stashed out his cigarette on the marbled table and left.

Allen felt himself smile. It had been ages since he last truthfully smiled. The reason he did was simply because Kanda was actually being openly concerned about him, although he himself did not seemed to have realized it, which was funny. And even after seeing him getting taken over by the Fourteenth the Japanese had not acted any different towards him. Not in the slightest… The white-haired suddenly felt that perhaps there is an Allen Walker, it was undeniably his personality that always made him argue with Kanda. But what was worrying then was that the Japanese was actually making a deal with the Fourteenth despite knowing what they know about the Noah… with a promise of leaving Black Order. That unsettled him. Why did Kanda want to leave… here? Allen looked at the older exorcist who was then staring at the ceiling. He would have looked at peace if not for the tiny frown ever present edged onto the forehead. "And why are you scowling again?" the ivory head could not help but ask with a sigh. The scowl deepened as an expected retort was made by the long haired. "Che. None of your business moyashi." "It's Allen, BaKanda. God, how hard is it to read two syllables." Allen responded with his usual remarks, only slightly pissed but rather more of missing his pointless argument with Kanda, not that he would admit. Arguing helped a lot in distracting him from… thoughts and sometimes, he felt the other needed it too. "Don't God me old man, there is no god," Kanda snorted. "Why you- I am NOT an old man you girly man!" Allen could feel his anger rising. Man, can Kanda seriously piss him off that fast. "Fucking bean sprout. What. Did. You. Just. Say…" came the menacing response that would have sent normal people fleeing. "Oh sorry I meant girly lady," Allen smiled darkly back at the murderous aura and activated his left arm just in time to block a strike from the raven blade. It was then his arm twitched. He had no idea why his innocence arm could feel the same pressure as when it was not activated; hence it stung a little bit from the edge of the blade on him. But nothing was cutting so it was fine.

Just as he was about to push his innocence back at the Japanese, the katana redrew and he found himself pulled up and pushed to the wall with a hand over his mouth. Soft sound of friction sourced from the ground where the tray was being slide with Kanda's left foot. Allen narrowed his eyes at the taller exorcist beside him to convey the message that he would stay silent. Fortunately enough, since he was running out of breath, Kanda noticed him looking and released him with a roll of midnight eyes. Seconds later, Allen could hear footsteps approaching them and on his right, Kanda tensed as those hands on the katana tightened.

The steps drew closer and closer until they stopped just before the junction to turn into the dead end of corridor they were at. Then another two steps were made and a person clad in white, a finder's uniform, could be seen, so much so that if the person glanced to his right, they would be in plain sight. In the blink of an eye, the white-haired felt a lack of presence at his side and just moments later, Kanda appeared with an unconscious body lurking behind his own. "Che," the Japanese said simply and dropped the finder deep into the dead end. "I told you Leverrier was looking for you." "I never said otherwise!" Allen demanded before turning to look at the sleeping figure and raised his eyebrows. "You didn't kill him." "Unlike you, I have enough brains not to do that moyashi," Kanda sneered at that. Just then, a loud shouting echoed through the corridor and made its way to the couple's ears. "George are you there? We've got to report to Komui and Leverrier even if we can't find him!" A silence trailed the echo, after which whoever that was yelling paced away with muffled curses.

"Why are they looking for me? Sending out finders just to do that…" Allen drawled slowly. He was confused. The older exorcist did not respond but merely settled into a squat, picked up the tray silently and sauntered past him to the main corridor. "Stay here," the long haired told him before walking off. The white-haired frowned in thoughts and his eyes swept to and fro the cement at his feet, not really seeing the cup of melted ice cubes the Japanese purposely left behind. He had a feeling something was going to happen, something big. But he just did not know what.

You'll see.

Silver eyes widened.

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Erm so how was it?

Yeah i am kind of disappointed that i only came up with about 3k+ words uh, no it didn't hit 4k yet, though it's the longest chapter in this story. But plot/flow wise i was relatively satisfied myself...though i am not that sure about you readers

The story will get better...!
And hopefully longer chapters.

Oh and i might go back and rewrite the 1st and maybe 2nd chapter...sometime... with the same plot of course. Just the writing, if i do, i guess.

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