A/N: To my three amazing reviewer's Dark Magpie, Timcanpy, andHappycafegirl have won yourselfs a giant, puffy, fluffy, bearhug! Yes, this story is certainly written after the anime Elfenlied annnd to a tumblr post.*pops a party popper* Yayy!

Title: I Object!

Pairings: Yullen (Blind!TemporaryMute!TemporaryDeaf!Allen x Kanda) and Lavilena, slight Chaoji x Allen at beginning.

Summary: He had already made plans to marry Alma, but what he didn't expect was for his adoptive of an idiot father to have already engaged him with someone else! Even more so, with a disabled person and without his consent! This man was certainly begging for his death sentence! Modern AU

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It was winter, dirty grey clouds decorated the once blue sky. Specks of snow slowly drifted down from the puffy clouds before they landed gracefully on the floor. At the age of eight, Kanda remembers the first time he met that lonely blind child playing in the sandbox in an empty chilly park. A small yellow shovel scooped up sand before it was dumped inside a bright red bucket, unconsciously. He noticed that the bucket had been overfilled yet the child continued scooping up sand.

The particular things that made him remember this child was the unusual silver hair -or was it white?- and the grey milky orbs with long, feathery eyelashes that brushed against pale round cheeks every time the child would blink. What stood out was an unusual scar on the left side of his face that starts as a star pentagram on his forehead, trailing down in a line that severs his eyebrow and mars his eyelid, and hooks slightly at his cheekbone and follows his cheek down close to his chin.

Was this child perhaps six or seven years old? He did look young.

He didn't know how long he had been staring but he turned away and ran back home.

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The second time he saw the blind child was at the same empty park but this time he sat under a tree, eating several sandwiches.

And once again, he was alone within the park. It was mid-winter so he wondered if the child was perhaps cold staying outside all day long. Did he stay outside all day long?

The child wore a long sleeved button down shirt, a black vest, black pants, a pair of mid calf boots, and a pair of leg warmers peeking out from the boots. But no coat? And was he wearing mittens while he ate?

Feeling a vibration in his coat, Kanda scowled before he turned away and ran home.

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Kanda sat by the window of his warm heated room as he watched the snow fall. He didn't go to school since he heard it was cancelled due to a snow storm coming in to greet London. Sighing, he leaned his head against his arms as they rested on the window sill.

Kanda wondered if the child would be playing at the park or eating. He snorted. That would be something only an idiot like the baka usagi would do. But then again.. Kanda sat up and bit his thumbnail as he thought deeply. The child didn't wear a winter coat or at least a jacket.

Throwing on his black parka, he wrapped a dark blue scarf around his neck. He ignored the worried call of his adoptive father as he ran out of his house and headed towards the park. Praying whatever deity there was that the idiot blind child wouldn't be at the park.

Yep. He expected this and couldn't help but be furious as he watched the idiot blind child sit on the swing sets, shivering like a leaf.

"Baka moyashi! What the hell are you doing here?! Go home!"

The child was startled out of his train of thoughts and tipped backwards until he fell on his back with a grunt.

The blind child jolted up into a sitting position as the cold snow seeped through his shirt and shuddered. He turned his head towards where he thought he heard the other child's voice.

"Back-a mo-ya-shee? What does that mean? Are you Chinese?," the child stuttered as he slowly stood up and stretched out a gloved hand towards the chain of the swing.

Kanda stomped over to the child and wrinkled his nose at the failed pronunciation. "I'm not Chinese! I'm Japanese and it means idiot beansprout!"

He watched with amusement as a delicate pink blush began spreading across pale cheeks. "I'm not short nor an idiot, you dummy!"

Rolling cobalt orbs, Kanda snatched the kids wrist and yanked him to his side. The beansprout squeaked as he collided onto the taller child's chest before he stiffened as a scarf was wrapped around his neck.

"E-Eh?"

'Really? Was he that stupid?,' Kanda thought as he lifted the side of his coat and tucked the smaller child inside. "It's cold, you idiot! You're shivering and you should be home!"

Said child was filled with shock as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, holding him close. Was he shivering? If so, he hadn't noticed till now.

He really shouldn't care. He should just go home and leave this stupid brat freeze to death. But even so, there was this ache in his chest as he remembered the amount of times he saw the brat by himself. He had no one to play with. No friends. No family. He was always by himself and it hurt watching.

Kanda was jolted out of his thoughts as he felt small timid hands grasp the hem of his black, long sleeved turtleneck.

"If I go home.. I'll be by myself.. And its really scary..," he heard the muffled response.

Scoffing, he tugged his winter coat closer to there forms. 'Just this once,' Kanda thought.

"Tell me where you live and I'll spend the night with you."

The smaller child chewed on his lower lip as he hesitated. There was this rule that he had to follow.

'Never bring in strangers into the house.'

He knew he really shouldn't but the thought of going home to an empty place made him sad. Would the older boy do anything to him? Rape him? Beat him up? Or even worse! Would he kill him?!

..perhaps not?

Sighing softly, the smaller child began telling the elder directions to his home.

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It didn't take long for Kanda to finally arrive at the house. He was literally shocked when he noticed how long it had taken the dou to reach the run down house.

'Did he walk all of this by himself everyday? ..Impossible,' Kanda thought.

Lifting the side of his coat, he looked inside where the younger child clung to his side. "We're here."

He watched as the younger child pulled out a golden key before he slipped out of the coat and shivered as the cold air breezed past him. Reaching out with his gloved hand he began to slowly search for the doorknob. He heard a snort behind him before his key was snatched away.

"H-Hey!"

"Che. You take forever." Slipping the golden key in the keyhole, he twisted it and was satisfied upon hearing the click of the door being unlocked. Pushing the door open, Kanda wrinkled his nose in disgust as the smell of alcohol wafted towards him. "Gross, what the hell?"

The younger slipped inside and sighed in bliss as he was greeted with warmth, closing the door behind him. He smiled sheepishly and turned to face the elder, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. My caretaker is an alcoholic and he tends to drink everyday. We can go to my room where it doesn't stink of wine."

Crossing his arms, Kanda looked around the small home. The moment they stepped in, they were in living room. There was a mossy green couch in the center of the place that was facing them with a small coffee table a few inches apart from the couch. Upon the coffee table, there were several scattered bottles of wine and some were sprawled out on the couch. Against the pastel yellow wall, there was a TV screen resting against a TV stand. To his left, there was a doorway that led to a kitchen. Behind the couch, there was a hallway that led down to a trio of doors.

"This place is a freaking mess and it smells really bad, baka moyashi!"

"I'm not a moyashi! And its not my fault! ..lets just go to my room."

The youngest wrapped his gloved hand around a wrist before he tugged the elder down the hallway. Opening the door at the end of the hallway towards his right, he slipped inside.

Kanda had to agree with the child that his room certainly didn't reek of alcohol. He noticed that the room was practically empty except for the queen sized bed, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. The queen sized bed had red bedsheets and a white duvet, decorated with scattered red and white pillows. In the center of the white duvet lay a curled up golden ball before it soon unfurled and stretched on all fours.

A cat. A golden tabby cat perked up upon seeing his owner and jumped out of the bed. A soft tinkle echoed in the room as the cat trotted towards the pair, a bell ringing with each step.

The youngest smiled as he knelt down and held his gloved hand out. The cat quietly mewed as it leaned its head against the gloved hand and rubbed its head lovingly.

"Hey, Tim. I brought somebody over. Timcanpy this is..," the youngest suddenly gasped as he stood upright quickly. "I-I never got your name! Wh-What is it?"

"My name? It's Yu Kanda but call me Kanda."

"You? You Kanda? That's a weird name.."

Kanda mentally smacked himself as he held in his temper by taking a deep breathe and exhaled. "No, it's Yu. Y-U."

"Kanda..?," the child murmured as he tested the elders name on his tongue.

Kanda didn't like the sound of his last name coming out of the youngest. Frowning, he pinched the moyashi's cheek. "Say, Yu."

The blind child squeaked before he sputtered out. "Y-Yu! That hurts!"

The elder retracted his hand as if he were burnt and felt his cheeks flame up with heat. The way the youngest said his first name made his chest warm and tingly. Was he sick or something?

"Why don't you sit down on my bed while I make us tea." the child murmured as he rubbed his cheek and began heading out before he was stopped by a hand grasping his arm.

"How the heck are you going to make tea if you can't even see?!" Kanda yelled before after a few seconds he gasped upon realizing to what he said. "I-I.."

He watched the child giggle before he waved a hand. "Don't apologize. And its okay. I know this house like the back of my hand," and with that the child disappeared out the door with Tim behind him.

Kanda felt his cheeks heat up once more in embarrassment before he trudged over to the bed and sat down. He took of his coat and pulled out his flip phone from his pocket. Deciding that it would be a good idea to call the idiot of his adoptive father before he called the marine in search of him while he waited for the brat to come back. He looked up back at the door and wondered if it was really a good idea to let the white haired brat prepare tea.

Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders before he dialed his old man and pressed the device against his ear.

"Yu-kun! Dear heavens, where are you child?! Its really late and your not home yet! There's a storm coming this way, come back home immediately!"

"Che. Shut up, stupid old fart! I'm with somebody at the moment!"

"How can you be mean to daddy dearest?! I'm rea- wait. Somebody? Is it a friend Yu-kun?! Did you make a new friend, Yu-kun?! Oh, how happy am I to know that my dearest son-"

"I'm not your son!," Kanda hissed into the receiver.

"-has made a new friend! Are you having a sleepover?"

'Was it a sleepover? Well.. I did say I'd spend the night with him.. So I guess so? When the hell did I ever get attached to that idiot beansprout?,' Kanda thought. "Yeah, something like that. I'll be fine."

"Well, alright then. Just make sure to come back tomorrow, understand? You should present me your new friend!"

"Like hell I will!" Kanda snapped his phone shut and threw it across the room. He glared at the device hoping it would burst into flames. But it didn't.

"Is everything okay? I heard a crash and thought something might've fallen." Kanda was startled out of his thought and snapped his head towards the brat.

"Che. Everything is fine," he watched the child walk in with a tray. On the tray were a pair of white chinese traditional porcelain teacups steaming with tea.

"If I remember correctly, you said you were Japanese right?" the youngest asked as he settled the tray on his nightstand.

"Yeah," Kanda answered.

"Oh, okay. Here. Japanese tend to drink green tea right?" the child handed Kanda a teacup with steaming green tea.

"Hn," Kanda grunted as he held the porcelain cup in his hands.

Sighing in bless as the heat seeped into his cold hands and he snorted as he completely forgot to put on his leather gloves. Swirling the contents in his tea, he sniffed the soft aroma and blew cold air into his steaming tea before he took a sip. Kanda was truly surprised at the difference of the flavored tea and took another sip. His taste buds were greeted with the natural contents of the tea instead of the artificial flavor he was used to.

"I-Is it okay? Is it to your liking? My caretaker took me once to Japan and there were these really nice people that had a herbal garden. They taught me about a few herbs and amongst them was the green tea leaves. They taught me how to make it," the blind child rambled in his nerves before a finger was pressed against his rosy pink lips.

"It's delicious." Kanda murmured as he pulled his finger away.

A red blush dusted round pale cheeks before the white haired child smiled, a genuine smile that made Kanda blush as well.

"I'm glad you liked it."

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After they had finished there teas, they took a bubble bath together. To which Kanda's amazement, it had been really fun and awhile since he ever took one. Even with Alma

The beansprout lent Kanda a button down shirt that belonged to his caretaker since he didn't bring any pajamas and his clothes were to small for the taller elder. Both children laughed as the shirt brushed against Kanda's knees. Seeing that Kanda didn't have any spare underwear he had to wear the same ones.

As both children sat comfortably beside each other on the queen sized bed, the elder silently dried his long midnight blue locks as the latter brushed his short silver locks.

"Kanda?"

"Hn?"

"Can.. Can I brush your hair?"

Kanda turned towards the shorter male and rose an eyebrow. "Brush my hair?"

The younger nodded his head as he grey milky orbs flickered towards the elder. "If its okay with you, that is. If not, its okay.."

Kanda hesitated before he turned around. His hair was something he simply didn't allow anyone to touch. It was too precious for him. Not even Alma, since he tended to knot his hair. But with the beansprout he felt like he could trust him. To trust him to not mess with his hair or make fun of.

Sighing softly, he made himself comfortable before he tapped the beansprouts knee. "Fine. Nothing funny though."

If Kanda had been facing the younger child, he would've seen the beautiful smile that graced his infantile features before he stretched his hand out and felt the silky locks. Grabbing the brush, he began to gently brush the soft yet silky locks as he untangled the knots that were here and there.

Kanda closed his eyes in bliss as the younger child finished getting rid of the knots.

"Finished!," the beansprout exclaimed happily.

The elder snorted before he got up and hung the towel over the door. As he headed back to bed he grabbed the hair brush then placed it on the nightstand and ushered the youngest under the covers.

The younger male giggled as he snuggled into his warm blankets while the elder slipped inside after him. The elder snorted before he grabbed a red pillow and threw it towards the youngest, eliciting a startled yelp.

"Yu! Meanie!"

Soon enough a pillow fight emerged between the children filled with giggles and laughter before they ran out of pillows.

Shyly, the youngest searched for the elders hand and smiled softly as the elder grabbed it. Pale cheeks flushed as the elder entwined there fingers together.

"Are you always alone?," Kanda asked after a moment of silence.

Silver milky orbs shifted towards Kanda before silver locks shook as the youngest shaked his head side to side. "Not always. Well.. Sometimes. My caretaker tends to spend his nights at the bar till he comes home like a silly drunk."

The elder frowned. "How do you get to the park?"

"My caretaker takes me there everyday until he comes back and picks me up."

Kanda knew for sure that he hated the beansprouts caretaker. What kind of jerk leaves a child alone in a park during this season?

"Ka-Yu.. Its okay. He's not so bad once you get used to him. He may have several flaws but underneath it all, he's a good man."

Sighing, the elder shook his head before he tucked a silver head under his chin. "Of course. Get some sleep, baka moyashi."

"I'm not a baka moyashi." The child pouted as he snuggled closer to his elder and slowly drifted to sleep.

Kanda snorted as he buried his nose into silver locks and inhaled his moyashi's scent. Even though they used the same shampoo and conditioner, the child seemed to have carry his own unique scent.

Slowly the elder drifted to sleep, unconsciously pulling the youngest close to his form.

Timcanpy had watched the entire exchange and mewled softly. He was really happy for his master now that he had someone he can trust. The tabby cat hopped onto the bed before it curled up in between the children.

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The next morning, Kanda said his goodbyes to the beansprout.

"Are you going to be at the park?," Kanda asked.

"Maybe..," the child murmured as he stood at the entrance of the door.

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" He watched the child fiddle with his hands as silver milky orbs stared at the floor.

"My caretaker is planning to move away. He's taking me along with him. Never said when.."

At this, Kanda's breathe hitched before he snatched a pale delicate hand. "You can't leave! Stay here! I-I'll ask the idiot old fart to take you in!" He sounded desperate. He knew that, but the thought of losing this idiot beansprout hurt. It hurt quite a lot.

The child smiled gently as he curled slender pale digits around his elders bigger hand. "I can't, Yu. The both of us know this. You should go home.. Your father will be sad if your not home yet."

Kanda held the youngest hand tightly before he yanked him towards his chest. He wrapped his other arm around slender shoulders and held him close as he buried his nose in tufts of soft silver tresses. Slowly, he entwined their fingers and held them close in between their chests.

"Promise me you'll be there at the park."

Tears soaked his black turtleneck as a silver head shook up and down.

"I promise."

Even if it was lie and no matter how painful it would be. Kanda hoped he would be there. He gently pulled away and bid a farewell.

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He wasn't there. Harsh, brutal pain constricted in his chest as he stood in the empty park of London. He was gone.

No. He was still here. He was probably late and with that thought in mind, Kanda ran to the beansprouts home.

It was empty. The owner of the house stared at the child with a somber look on his old wrinkled features.

"They left early this morning. Said something about not wanting to miss the plane."

Slowly, Kanda fell on his knees on the empyy carpet. The small home didn't reek of alcohol like before, there were hints of wine but it was almost gone. The place looked completely empty without the furniture.

Crystalline droplets sprouted from cobalt orbs before they slowly brushed down pale cheeks.

He was really gone. And he was never going to see him again.

"The man living with a child left this behind and asked me to give this to you. I'm assuming your the friend of the blind child."

A white envelope entered his point of view along with a red ribbon. Kanda instantly recognized it. It was the red ribbon that had been tied around his beansprouts neck.

Snatching the envelope, he teared it open and pulled out a folded paper. He snorted as he saw the scrawny cursive writing and the wet splotches of tear drops.

'Dear Yu,

I'm so sorry I couldn't say goodbye to you. And I'm so, so sorry for not keeping my promise. I'm really, really happy to have met you. You were the first friend I've ever had and I'm really glad it was you of all people. I've left my favorite red ribbon behind with you so that you can always carry a part of me with you. Do you know why its my favorite? This ribbon is the only thing I had left from my adoptive father. Its really significant and now I want you to keep it. Please take good care of yourself. Perhaps one day we can meet again, so when that happens please treat me well. And maybe someday, I would like to marry you. Its childish, I know. But I love you, Yu.

Sincerely,

Your Baka Moyashi.'

A sigh spilled from pale lips, and then another sigh, and another before Kanda began sobbing gently as he held the crumbled letter close to his chest. Kanda pressed his forehead against the white scratchy carpet as he began wailing loudly, several teardrops dripped onto the floor.

Kanda stood up and staggered out of the small home, quietly hiccuping before he ran. He ran as fast as possible back to his home, stuffing the envelope and the ribbon his pocket. He wanted to ask his adoptive father to take him to the airport, hoping that he can see the white haired child one last time.

Never paying attention, he didn't react in time before the loud horn of a car made him whip around. It was too late. The silver car hit Kanda and was flung across the street. The blue haired child landed head first before he rolled over a few times, finally coming to a stop.

That was the last time he saw the white haired child before he lost his precious memories.