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So, this is a little AU type thing. Kinda. WHATEVS, just read to find out. I'm tired and I hate homework/school with the fiery burning passion of an iguana.

Summary: All Kanda wanted was for Allen to remember him. That was all he needed.

Rating: T

Ficlet #9:

Mykonos

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He had been waiting for so long – too long, it seemed, for Allen to find him. It wasn't until only a short week ago that he was anticipating seeing him.

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"You were in a car crash, did you know?"

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"Can you remember anything? You hit your head pretty hard…"

"Too much. I remember too much."

"About the accident?"

"No."

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"How long do I have to stay in this damn place?"

"Until you recover. A few weeks, probably. And then we'll take you–"

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Kanda could remember the crash, of course all too well; bright headlights staring him straight in the eyes, metal scraping against metal and bending at all the wrong angels, the smell of burning flesh and leather.

Strangely enough, that wasn't what bothered him. Odd memories plagued his mind since the accident, and at first they started as dreams. Then, steadily, he would recall something at random points in the day.

Many of these "memories" included an odd white-haired boy who vaguely reminded him of a beansprout.

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"Oi, idiot beansprout, if you just rush into battle like that you'll get yourself killed."

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"Oh, are you worried about me, BaKanda?"

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"Good morning, Yuu. How are you feeling today?"

"I told you to call me Kanda or I'll kill you."

The doctor just pushed his already forced smile to stretch bigger, and if Kanda would've paid closer attention to him than to the perpetual blue sky, he would've seen the beginnings of a smirk on the doctor's face. "Right. Well, anyway, I have someone who will be coming to check on you from time to time. Be easy on him." And so the doctor left, leaving Kanda with an even deeper scowl than the one he'd woken up with.

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"Are you… Yuu Kanda?" Only the hesitant question had gotten his attention – Kanda ignored the knocks that had sounded on the door moments ago.

Kanda's cobalt eyes focused on the person at the door, and he froze. "You're… that idiot beansprout!"

The boy's eyes widened in shock, and he blinked repeatedly before asking, "Excuse me?" Kanda just glared at him, and so he said with as little annoyance as he could muster, "It's Allen."

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"What are you, twelve? Isn't that a bit too young to be working at a hospital?"

"For your information, no, I am not twelve, I'm fifteen. And again, no, I'm not working here either. I'm job shadowing."

"That's stupid." The Japanese man snorted and turned away.

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"So, where'd your scar go, beansprout?" Kanda sneered. It had been another agonizing week of the same boring white walls and boring white sheets and somehow wonderfully bright white hair – and two weeks altogether since the accident.

Allen, standing only a few feet away from him with Kanda's lunch, quirked one small, white eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Kanda stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher if Allen really had no idea what he was talking about. "The one on the side of your face; the left side." Allen subconsciously touched the side of his face slowly, waiting for the hospital patient to continue. "It… starts at your eyebrow, with an upside-down pentacle, and it goes all the way down to your cheek," Kanda muttered with a sigh, wishing he wouldn't have brought it up.

Allen pursed his lips and set the tray down on Kanda's lap. Giving one last, long look at him, Allen said, "I have no idea what you're talking about," and walked away.

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Another week, concluding to three so far, and it had been five days since he'd last seen Allen. Kanda would've thought that, if Allen had returned to school, he would've at least said goodbye. The stupid beansprout had always been too polite for his own good.

Then, Kanda thought that maybe he had scared him off, talking about their past as exorcists. Hell, Kanda had just remembered, and obviously Allen had no idea about what had happened in his previous life, so he probably freaked the idiot out.

Two more days passed, and, because curiosity was making him antsy, he called for his doctor.

"What the hell happened to the kid?" He demanded, giving the doctor a cold look.

"Oh, Allen? He… had a little accident, but he should be back any day now."

Speaking of the white-haired boy, he stormed into the room only a moment later. Giving an obviously forced smile to the doctor, he asked, "Could you please give us a moment?"

Once the doctor was out of the room, Kanda snorted. "Where have you been?"

"What, were you worried about me, BaKanda?" Allen shot back, and the familiar words made shivers race down the Japanese man's spine.

"Of course not. Why is your hand over your face like that?"

Allen immediately started shaking, and whether it was from anger or fear or a combination of both, Kanda couldn't tell. He dropped his hand and unwound the bandages wrapped around the side of his face. Snapping his head up, Allen glared at Kanda, tears shimmering in his silver eyes. "How… did you know?"

Doing his best not to reel back in shock, Kanda stared at the angry scar that now covered Allen's previously-flawless skin. "It happened six days ago," Allen explained slowly, as Kanda barely stopped himself from absentmindedly running his fingers over the puckered, irritated skin. It was as red as he remembered it, though at the moment there were stark black stitches holding it together.

"How?" Kanda questioned after a moment of semi-comfortable silence, tearing his eyes away from the wound to focus on the brilliant white wall in front of him.

"A knife." There was no more elaboration, so Kanda grunted.

"So it wasn't an accident," Kanda concluded, cobalt eyes narrowing.

"Considering it was my master, of course not. He's a bloody awful man." Allen sighed and wondered if he was saying too much.

"You're living with that bastard? There's no way he's fit to be a legal guardian."

Allen looked up in surprise. "You know my master?"

Kanda nodded reluctantly. "Cross? I can't believe you call him master, just like before."

"Like… before?"

"Just forget about it, beansprout."

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"Why can't you just remember?"

"What are you talking about? Remember what, Kanda? Ever since I met you, you look at me like I'm someone else entirely!"

The yelling stopped for a moment and Kanda muttered, "Don't you remember being an exorcist?" Allen shook his head quickly, backing away from the man lying in the bed. "Don't you remember… that stupid rabbit? Whatever his name was – Lavi? Or Lenalee?"

"Lavi and Lenalee are at school," Allen said, his eyes darting between the door and Kanda. "I haven't forgotten them."

Kanda felt a pang of hurt stab at his heart. "I haven't forgotten them." But he's forgotten me. He couldn't help but admit that that hurt.

"What about the akuma, beansprout? What about me?" Allen just kept shaking his head. He darted through the open door and into the hallway, shouting what sounded like, "doctor, doctor" but Kanda didn't listen. Suddenly, he felt numb, because he knew that there wasn't a chance that Allen would ever remember him. "You said you loved me," he murmured, to the empty room and the bland white walls that suddenly didn't bother him too much anymore because he just didn't care.

"What's wrong, Allen?" The doctor ran in, but Kanda paid him no attention.

"Him. I think the crash has made him lose his mind. He's insane, Dr. Earl."

Kanda was frozen. Earl…? The Millennium Earl? His eyes quickly dragged up to peer at the man; but there was no sense of recognition whatsoever. When he thought of the Earl, he pictured a giant, fat man with an everlasting grin that made your blood run cold.

The doctor standing in front of him was skinny, with a small amount of facial hair dotting his upper lip and chin and wispy black hair.

Allen's words seemed to catch up to him, but he said nothing.

"So, you're saying this man belongs in an asylum?" Dr. Earl questioned, rubbing a hand along his chin in thought.

"Exactly," Allen assured him, not giving another glance towards the dark-haired man sitting motionless on the too-white hospital bed.

"Well… you always know best, Allen. From what you've been telling me past few weeks, he does seem quite unstable." The doctor was silent for a second, and Kanda held his breath. Did they really think he was insane?

"I'll call up that psychiatric institute. What was the name of it?"

Hell, Kanda answered silently, staring at the strange white-haired boy that he would only continue seeing in a past life's memories.

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Don't get mad if the idea of job shadowing in a hospital and taking care of someone seems impossible. I have no idea what you do during job shadowing and such. xD It's an AU, just pretend it's okay.

P.S. the Earl here is evil. Which is why he's going along with putting Kanda in an institute so easily.