He felt someone holding him, with broad, tight arms wrapped around his body. One under his leg, another holding his back. He bounced up and down to the pace of someone's walking, their boot heels clicking on the floor. He was delusional, going in and out of consciousness. One moment, he was seeing long, black hair stride along his face, and the next he saw icy cool hands brush along his cheekbone. His head hang backwards as he saw the pillars of marble pass by and the hallways come and go. He was barely breathing, but whoever was holding him was moving fast. Someone caught him looking at them.

"Go back to sleep, hothead." Someone said, their voice barley reaching his ears. His eyes fluttered. The person stopped their walking to a fast pace and took a moment to look at the sweating body that was in their hands. He didn't bother to open his eyes again, and rather just let his head hang back again. He was so tired right now...even the notion of moving made him want to fall back to sleep. So he let his arms hang and swing to the pace of someone's walking feet. The voice continued.

"Here you are…in my arms." They said, slowing down. "How can I control myself…ignore you…when your so obviously apparent to me?" He tilted his head foreword, surprised he got the whole sentence. He didn't regognize the voice. Apparent? Who? To whom was he apparent? Who was holding him?

"Who…what…" he muttered, trying to ask the question. The person stopped completely and leaned their head towards theirs, bringing him up. He whispered quietly in the hush of his breath.

"I don't even know who the fuck I am anymore." He didn't understand. And with that, the person started walking again. The place around him grew extremely dark.

Kanda laid Allen softly down on the metal table in the Medical's Office. No one was in there- Kanda somehow didn't find that strange, since it was in the middle of the day-, so Kanda just sat next to Allen's huffing, hot, and simply erratic body and watched him breathe. He didn't know what do to with himself. Allen was right there, unconscious. He was right there, in the chair. There was no one in the room- just Allen and himself. Somehow, fate had stuck him right in Allen Walkers direction, on his path of doomed destruction and hurt. Or so he was told. The rumor of the Fourteenth hadn't fazed Kanda, but yet…he was still prepared for the worst that might come. He had placed himself on that dirt path that Allen was making for himself, through the flames and the flowers. He followed his steps, silently reaching out to him. He was blind as he followed. Allen didn't turn around, didn't even notice. As the storm raged on, Kanda fell back, desperately trying to reach the goal.

But then, what was the goal? What was he searching for? Why was he even wandering after Allen in the first place? He knew the answers to these questions…yet pretended like he never even cared. That was his whole persona, though. He never seemed to care. He was always the jerk of the group, always acting nonchalant and bad ass. He liked the role, it fit him well. But ever since he met Allen Walker…

Kanda hid his face as he thought, his lips pressed in a line. Allen never noticed his true nature. In the silent moments of his growling, of his screaming, there was a hint of himself that he always put out…and no one noticed. A hint of his sincerity. He thought Lenalee might of seen it, since he had spent so much time with her, and yet she didn't. He didn't even try with Lavi…he was a lost cause. But somehow, when Allen didn't notice, Kanda urged on to make himself known to him. He wanted Allen to know what he was thinking, how he was feeling, what he was doing… to finally realize his true self. He didn't know why he had stopped fighting with Allen, even though he found him completely annoying. He didn't know why got protective around Lenalee and Allen. Maybe it was the way that Allen stared at Lenalee, with those deep sea blue eyes. He never lost a glance with her, and his face reddened. He yearned for Allen to look at him that way…but unfortunately, Kanda had set his path when he refused to back down that one day when Allen had first arrived to the Order. That stupid, fatal mistake. And all the passion in the world that Kanda had for him now wouldn't change his mindset.

Passion…Kanda thought, freezing in his thoughts. Is that what this is…? Passion? He folded his hands together on his crossed legs, staring at his mattered, tough, scarred hands. What would he do with these hands in the future? Hold the one he loved, or continue to hurt them? He blushed, shocked by the thought. He wasn't necessarily a deep person. He tended to come in with the new, out with the old. Take what life gave him.

But…he wanted to take his time with Allen. However long it took for Allen to notice him…to notice his passion…to notice his love…

Love?! Kanda thought, holding his face. This isn't…oh God. His mouth started to mouth something, but he couldn't come out with any logical words. He wasn't in love, was he? No, not with Allen. He just wanted Allen to notice him. To…care about what he thought.

Maybe I just want Allen as a friend. Kanda said, thinking it to see how he would react. Nothing good. He didn't like the thought of friends. Allen completely irritates me to no end! He's such a stupid, arrogant, self-righteous screwhead! He glared at Allen's heaving body, and then noticed his hands.

His fingers were twitching, clentching closed. They were sweating, and didn't look at all pleasing to the eye. Kanda held back, trying not to reach out again. He made the mistake in the garden…and Allen passed out.

Then it hit him…was Allen in love…with him? Too?

Too?! Kanda thought, smacking himself mindly. What do you mean, too?! You're not in love with Allen Walker!Kanda screamed at himself inside his head. He grit his teeth, slouching in his chair. Stupid feelings. See? This is where wanting something got him. Ruin. Wreck. He didn't even know himself anymore. It was completely, and totally stupid Pssh…being in love with Allen Walker…what…nonsense…

Kanda stared at Allen's face. He stared at the profile, tracing the frame of his face with his eyes. Even if he wasn't in love…Allen was beautiful. He didn't tend to think about it, since he was too busy fighting with him all the time, but…now that he was alone and wasn't fighting with Allen…he looked at his cheekbone and traced it along until he saw his pale pink lips. They hung loosely on his face. He traced the upper lip, noticing that it was smaller than the bottom lip, and subconsciously stood up and leaned up over Allen. His shadow tinted his clear, white hair. He stared down at his neck that was sweating like crazy. Suddenly, Kanda started getting Allen out of his Black Order clothes. He grabbed Allen and leaned him up upon himself and carefully took his arms out of the sleeves. Allen leaned up against Kanda's next and breathed hotly, the heat reaching to Kanda's ears. He tilted his head so that he could avoid it. Allen must be so hot right now. Good that I'm oh so niceto him. Kanda's consciousness barked at him, but he ignored it. He just wanted to help Allen. Holding Allen against him, he laid his jacket on the floor. As he laid him back on the metal table, folding up his own jacket as a pillow, he worked on the black leg cape that Allen wore. He unbuckled Allen's belt slowly. Maybe he should just leave this on. Kanda froze for a moment, seeing the smile on Allen's face. Allen was getting cooler. Taking off the over clothes was helping. Kanda felt his forehead with his icy palm again. Yep. He's still 104.5 degrees.

Kanda closed his eyes and peeked at his conscience.

Yep. He's still screaming at me.

I must be doing the right thing.

And he slid off the cape.

As he laid the cape on the ground, he looked at Allen. His black pants and black undershirt were stained with sweat. Kanda screwed his nose. He might look it, but he doesn't smell it. Ignoring the thought, he looked toward his hands. They were very pink, to the extent that he could almost see the blood pulsating through his veins. Kanda stared at them while the thought again.

He's asleep…he thought, glancing toward his face. Even though Allen's eyes fluttered, he knew that he was completely out of it and that he wasn't going to wake in a long time. He silently took his hand in his and leaned towards Allen's pale, white face.

Y'know, he is asleep. He leaned in closer, his pony tail falling over his shoulder, hiding his sharp, blushing face. He'd never know if I…

With one hand in Allen's, and another coming up to cup his hot face, he leaned in closer and closed the gap. Little space remained at he stared at the details of Allen's face. He made a challenge. Let's see if I feel anything…when I…not finishing his thoughts.

His mind went blank as he pressed his icy lips against Allen's. He let go of Allen's hand and supported himself on the metal bed. His lips were so…warm. He pressed harder, tilting his head to fit the frame of Allen's head. His lips with Allen's seem to fit together like nothing he had ever experienced before. He wanted to stay there forever with Allen there in his grasp.

He softly let go, taking a deep breath.

Wobbling away from Allen's unconscious body, he fell into the chair and held his long, black hair away from his face and another on his lips.

Oh God. He thought, staring mindlessly at the floor. I'm in love with Allen Walker.

Allen woke up quickly, his eyes shooting open. He was breathing hard. Still.

Bringing up his hands to his face, he noticed that they were unbelievingly cold. He rubbed them across his forehead and along his cheeks, and noticed that his face was also cold, too. I…don't have a fever anymore? Allen thought, opening his eyes. He rubbed them, taking a sigh of breath.

"Alley-oop…" Allen muttered, swinging himself up. He froze for a second, waiting for any incoming pain. …

Nope. His back and legs and arms were fine. Nothing wrong with him. Allen furrowed his brows and bit the inside of his cheek. The heck? Wasn't I on the floor in the garden with…

Then it hit him. Kanda! Kanda trapped him in that garden! God, Allen nearly had a heart attack! He flew his head around him, searching for the jerk. Was he in the room? Was he with him? Oh please God, no, no no!

Then, his head took a turn for the worse. He "Gerk!"-ed, and fell back on the table. He hit his jacket with a thud.

"Ooooh…." Allen groaned, holding his temple. "My head…" Guess he was still in for a lot of hurt. That fever that he had, what- yesterday? A couple hours ago?- had him reeling on the ground for mercy. He hardly remembered anything, but only laying on the cobblestones for support and cool hands on his face. Who was that? Was it Kanda?

Nah…It couldn't be Kanda. Allen thought, chuckling in amusement. Of course it wasn't Kanda. How stupid of him to think that. Why would Kanda hold Allen in his hands to help him? What a stupid, stupid…

Then he remembered. It was just a slight memory, but he still remembered. Kanda, close to him…closer than anyone had ever been before in his life. He remembered seeing his chiseled, perfect face before him, cold as ice. His eyes stared at him with such complexity…nothing that he had ever understood before. It was a mixture of impatience, jealousy, worry…and…

No. Not the last one. Please don't think it…Allen thought, frowning.

And…

Love.

Allen blushed, his cold face warming up again. He took a swift breath in, remembered the thought. Kanda really did look perfect. He didn't bother to look at Kanda much. Then, he smacked himself.

What the hell am I thinking?! Allen screamed inside his head, gritting his teeth. Kanda is a load of shit, and we all know that! He is not perfect in any way whatsoever. Why did I even-

Then, he remembered something else.

It was something totally unbelievable. No… Allen thought, his face sullen in shock. No way in hell…

It almost seemed like a dream to him, but somehow, it seemed to weird and real to be a dream. While he was unconscious, he felt someone…This sounds ridiculous…kiss him. Lips against his. Ice against the fire.

No…that must have been something else. Allen argued, thinking of some logical conclusion. Maybe…he felt his cold jacket against his face. No, he thought. My jacket is under my head. And I'm pretty sure I was belly up this whole time, seeing as the under my arms are cooler then over. Well then…maybe there was a slight draft in the room? Allen looked around, seeing the bullet-proof windows and closed-shut doors. Even for a Medical Room, this place didn't have killer air-conditioning. And plus…in the "kiss", he felt breath. He felt someone alive on the other end. He felt…it felt…

Good. The kiss was unbelievable. He felt his lips, trying to bring back the taste. He wanted it again. Even as unfathomable as the idea was, if it was a kiss, he wanted more. Or at least one more.

What am I thinking…Allen said, blushing. He shyly covered his mouth, closing his eyes.

Suddenly, someone barged in through the door. Allen sat up quickly, startled. Kanda let his foot down from kicking the door open and a tray in his hands. He didn't notice Allen stare at him as he kick the door back closed and walk towards his bed. Halfway there, he noticed Allen staring at him like someone had shot in the shoulder. Kanda froze.

"You're awake." Kanda managed to spit out, holding the tray with one hand. Allen glanced at the tray.

"Bakanda, what are you doing." Allen said, not bothering to make it a question. Kanda stiffened and looked down at the tray. His heart started thumping madly.

"You look like shit, I can tell you that much." Kanda said nonchalantly. He brushed back his long black hair.

Suddenly, Allen's heart started beating too.