A/N + ramblings: Ah, the second chapter...finally... Sorry if I am sort of a slow updater... First of all I wish to thank the reviewers very much, as well for the ones who wish to know more and put this story on alert! Well, this story is supposed to be kept relatively short...and it just might end up shorter then I have planned... But if Kanda and Allen get together/grow to love each other a little too quickly in your opinion...all I got to say if that sometimes you can fall in love very easily and quickly. And I sort of state that with slight experiance...since I am the kind of girl to start liking someone very (too) easily...it's just the way I am. But I guess those kind of 'likings' are a bit troubled and flimsy...so please pray for Kanda and Allen's future! Even I, the author, is praying that it wont be too painful... (A stupid author that writes the story with a basic plot line and ends up just writing by thought and instinct to just go with the flow without that much thought...) But I still think true is that the more time you spend with a person, the more important they become...and sometimes that leads to love. The world is so damn confusing.

PS: the name of this Chaptire is Glass, and I named it that because Glass is fragile and easy to break, just like Kanda and Allen are. So don't get confused...

Disclaimer: I do not own D.Grey-man or characters. But I do own this plot/story... Please review and keep the author motivated...so then she'll update more often and faster. AND PRAY FOR KANDA AND ALLEN!

Warnings: Just some Laven (Lavi+Allen) silly moments and Yullen (Kanda + Allen) fluff.

Chaptire 2 - Glass

"It's Allen, Allen Walker." The white haired boy smiled in a young boyish and charming way. It made Lavi's heart jump slightly, and as if by instinct the man leaned forwards towards the younger man.

Allen had no time to react, only to watch the other man close in.

Just as Lavi's lips softly hit Allen's own lips did a loud barking voice break the very short lapse between the two.

"What the hell are you doing, baka usagi?" retorted who other then Kanda Yu as he brought down one end of a flute onto Lavi's head. Meanwhile, Allen was clearly shocked with one hand over his mouth. Who would've guessed that that was just his first kiss. As the oriental man with temper problems bickered with the redhead, the very thought finally dawned over the young boy. A boy had stolen his first kiss.

"Why?" Came the white haired boy's cry of denial. Why couldn't it at least have been with a girl? It outburst seemed to snap the other two's attention.

"What's wrong, Allen-kun?" Lavi asked with worried eyes as he leaned close to him, one hand ruffling in his white hair tenderly. Allen's body became rigid as he tried to back away without looking too uncomfortable and rude. His head hit the wall behind him gently, and he knew he was trapped like a frightened prey to a terrifying beast. It wasn't like he was exactly afraid of Lavi, it was more of being afraid of what the older man might do to him. After all, he did just steal his precious first kiss without much of a second thought.

Allen stammered quietly, "N-nothing…" Oh God, why wont someone just help me?

"Oi." Kanda's voice broke the awkward exchange, and as usual he sounded beyond just pissed. He grabbed Lavi by the back of his neck, jerking him sharply from leaning in on the smaller boy. The white haired boy let out a breath of relief. "Stop flirting with the newbies and get to class already." The host of the cold voice glanced downwards at Allen for a moment, "Che, and the moyashi is not even a girl."

"Moyashi?" inquired Lavi with a quirky grin, "Yu-chan, that's a great nickname!" Allen felt his eyebrow twitch in anger despite the current situation. I am NOT a bean sprout! He bit his tongue so he wouldn't yell at the older man, because he did 'save' him from who knows what Lavi might've done given the chance to.

"Don't call me that!" Snapped the ebony haired man, dangerously clutching the silvery metal flute like it was some sort of weapon or sword. Allen noticed that even when he was frowning he looked strangely feminine. With his long strands of hair so black it seemed to be a tint blue cascading way past his shoulders and a bit beyond his waist, and the pale complexion of his seemingly flawless skin. What gave away his gender, besides the chest and such, were the young man's sharp eyes, which was currently snarled in a glare. If Allen were to describe him simply with one word it would've been silk. How soft his skin and hair looked, and overall beautiful beyond comparison no matter how his expression twisted. It was truly mysterious, how the man could look so perfect so naturally.

Kanda glanced down at Allen once more with his arms crossed against his chest, "Oi, moyashi, weren't you at the orientation?"

"It's Allen," the white haired boy could not stop himself from correcting the man, "And yes, I was there." There was sudden weight on his shoulders, and the boy barely suppressed a yelp in surprise. He turned his head back to see that Lavi had taken the chance to embrace him from behind. Oh god…

"Moyashi-chan was there, and he saw your performance too, Yu-chan!" Lavi happily informed his friend with a wide grin.

"Che," Kanda scratched the back of his head with an irritated look, "And stop calling me that, baka usagi!" He gave the carefree man a glare that could wither fully bloomed flowers, but still it didn't seem to faze Lavi. Kanda glanced at his watch, before addressing Allen again. "Moyashi, what department are you looking for?"

'Umm…music," shyly Allen stated. Kanda wasn't like he had expected. It seemed unreal that the man before him was the one to grace the stage with his piano playing at orientation.

"I'll take you there," and the dark haired man spun on his heel, heading towards the department, leaving Allen to follow after.

Lavi's head bobbed up and down as he walked, "Moyashi-chan, what do you play?"

"It's Allen," the boy sighed, a tad bit unhappy with the newfound nickname that looked as if was going to stick permanently.

"Oi," Kanda glared at Lavi once more, "Go back to the art section, usagi, you're annoying as hell."

"Oh, Yu-chan, don't worry, I'll make it to class on time! No need to worry about me, honey!" Lavi said lovingly, freaking Allen out.

"Shut up! No one's worried about you!" Kanda's hand tightened around his flute, his knuckles whitening.

"Anyways, what do you play?" Lavi's attention directed back to Allen, ignoring Kanda's last remark.

"I play the piano," Allen bit his lip as he replied timidly.

"Oh, just like Yu-chan," Lavi smiled, "I would love to hear you play!"

"Um, a question…if Kanda plays the piano then why is he holding a flute…?"

"Yu-chan plays both! Y'see Yu is a music prodigy so he can play almost any instrument! But usually he plays either the piano or flute, you can say those are his preferences." Lavi informed Allen.

"Che," Kanda retorted when he caught Allen looking at him questionably.

"Then what about you, Lavi?" Allen smiled slightly, "What do you do in art?"

"I draw," Lavi returned a full genuine smile, "Mostly scenery, really." Then the redhead looked away, but before he had turned away Allen had caught a glimpse of the serious expression he had had on his face. It made Allen wonder if there was something deep behind the man's work.

"We're here." Kanda said as he entered the door, leaving the other two behind.

"Umm…Lavi…?" the white haired boy inquired.

And suddenly there was the grin again along with hands ruffling his hair caressingly, "I'm fine! Anyways, got to go! See you later, Allen!" And then he too left. Allen touched the hair Lavi had tousled with deep wonder.

He had just called him Allen.

-

Since it was the first day, it was a half-day of school. Allen was soon pulled out by his teacher, who had decided that he was a decent boy, and asked him for assistance. After helping his teacher, most of the students had already left, most probably going off somewhere with their newly reunited friends. As Allen got lost trying to look for a way out he passed an open door. Inside he saw there was a grand piano, shining a glossy black. Looking around Allen found no one, and as if he was pulled by some unknown thread he soon found himself sat in front of the piano, hands raised to begin playing it. His hands found the familiar notes he wished to play, as his mind reeled the actions into the song of Mana. The music so sugar sweet yet so bitter as it was worn down by time and memories. To Allen, this was more then just a song. It was the music Mana and him had shaped together. It was their lullaby, with upbringing softness and cascading sorrow. The happiness of being with someone you loved mixed in with the sorrow of goodbyes and lost memories. As Allen played on tears formed in his eyes. Mana, the only one who had truly loved him, had left him.

When Kanda was leaving his ears caught a tune. It was a strange yet beautiful piece that seemed to captivate him. His legs followed the tune and before he knew it he was watching Allen play. At first Kanda noticed nothing wrong until he caught a glimpse of the younger boy's face, strained with tears. The boy played on still, and as Kanda tried to pry himself away, Allen stopped playing abruptly with his arms crossed and crashing down on the piano, his face buried in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Kanda sprung forward, holding his breath slightly, as he quickly sat himself beside the crying figure. He put his hand on the white mop of hair, and Allen was startled with a jolt only to look up and see Kanda as he spoke.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was lost he couldn't say a word. Allen could only close his eyes and continue to weep as he buried himself deep into the sweet comforting scent of Kanda. Hands brushed through his hair as a voice murmured comforting yet unconceivable words.

-

"T-thank you," Allen rubbed his sore tired eyes after he had finally stopped crying.

"Che," Kanda softly said, "Now can you tell me what's wrong?"

Allen stood there, paled to the extent of looking like a lifeless corpse. But the difference is, the oriental man thought, he looks too beautiful to be a corpse. Finally a dead voice filled with agony replied, "That was the song I created with…someone very dear to me."

And they both said nothing, as silence claimed them, they embraced once more. The pain so evident to both that both their hearts ached. They didn't move for a long time, both afraid that if they moved the pain would rip open their chests and swallow them whole.

It was tender meaningful moment to them both.

-

Soon Kanda and Allen found that both had some sort of connection and attraction to each other. They would both be in that room after school, with Allen on the piano and Kanda on the flute. They played with passion and unknown feelings, and seemingly they grew closer, closer to knowing each other's pasts.

"I was born in a rich family," Kanda spoke one day after they had finished a piece. It was mid-October then with fall nipping soundly with the chilly air, and leaves scattered brightly onto the dead grass. "My family is famous for music, but mainly for the piano. As a child I was found inside on many days, forced to practice the piano while other children played freely and happily outside. I remember those days as torture, for my teacher was really strict. If I failed to complete what I was entitled to or screwed up, she would hit my arms. She didn't hit my hands or fingers, because they were important to my playing.

At first I obeyed obediently, remembering the words of my mother, telling me I must succeed the family by being successful at piano. But day-by-day I began to have a deep contempt to the thing, because I truly did not wish to play it. It became painful, but the first time I told everyone I wished to quit piano I was severely punished. And with just that one time was enough for me to learn my lesson.

When I was in middle school I found the flute. I continued the piano, but took up the flute also. I fell in love with the feel of the cool metal in my hands and against my lips, and the soft crisp melodies I could make out of it. Of course I tried many other instruments, but the flute remained my favorite. And I also discovered I was a musical prodigy, in other words no matter which instrument I took up I became an expert at it immediately. The only thing that gave me a challenge was the piano, which I was trained to be good at.

And even now I am stuck in the cage my family had trapped me in. I do not wish to be heir, but the only reason I was born was to be it. My existence labeled and decided for me… Even I do not know who I truly am. Am I the person they wished and molded me into? Or am I something that I decided for myself…?" At this point Allen saw that Kanda stared at his own hands with pained eyes. How many times had Kanda comforted him when he was like this? Allen found himself reaching over to the man, embracing him tightly.

"You're Kanda Yu, a man who loves to play the flute," whispered the white haired boy into the crook of the oriental man's neck. As the body he held hugged him tightly back, shaking, Allen knew that the longhaired man was crying.

Could he be the one to comfort him this time?

When the tears stopped Kanda whispered, "I…I might be gone for a bit…but you have to trust me…I'll be back." This confused Allen, but he nodded, because he knew the man was fragile. Just as fragile as he was himself and maybe more.

-

And the next day Kanda Yu was proclaimed to have run away.