Okay, I'm sorry everyone that I haven't updated in a really long time. The thing is, Nessie, my old laptop, crashed and wouldn't turn on anymore. So basically I had to work my pretty (hehe) lil butt off to get the money I needed to buy a new computer. And I finally got one, but all my writing is gone so I had to type everything up again. My apologize everyone. Hope you can forgive me!

So here's chapter four, and I promise I'll try to update faster!

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It had been over a week since the incident at the club and it all seemed like some kind of hazy dream now to Allen. The rumors around school were that Lenalee and Kanda had broken up, no one knew why, so they just kept saying that Lenalee walked in on Kanda having sex with another girl, or something around those lines. The two Asians hadn't been in school for the whole week to explain to anyone what had happened. He knew what had happened, but there were some parts that he just couldn't remember due to the alcohol in his system. He remembered seeing Kanda going to the bathroom, he also remembered kissing Kanda and being pushed back due to Kanda's reaction; he also remembered Kanda kissing him; he remembered the feeling of Kanda's tongue in his mouth, rubbing against his own pink muscle. He remembered the feeling of Kanda's lips on his pale neck; the feeling of Kanda's teeth biting down on the soft, sensitive skin. Then it happened.

"What the hell are you doing!" Lenalee was standing by the doorway, that shocked, horrified expression covered her pale face; her large purple eyes stared at them in disbelief. Kanda quickly regained his composter and pushed Allen back. The boy, being taken aback by the whole situation, stumbled back and fell down on his butt. He watched as Kanda walked over to Lenalee and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Don't touch me!" Lenalee shirked and slapped Kanda's hands away. "You were kissing him, Kanda! He was moaning!" Lenalee snapped at the older man, tears streaming down her cheeks as if stating what she saw would make it all a lie.

"Lenalee—"

"No! I don't want to hear it!" Lenalee snapped and stepped back, narrowing her eyes at Kanda. She turned to look at Allen, noticing the boy's drunken state. "This is all your fault!"

After that all Allen could make out is that they were screaming at each other. Kanda was flushed in embarrassment and anger, but was obviously trying to hold back his irritation so he wouldn't hit Lenalee, which seemed like it was taking a lot of self control. Lenalee was shaking in both anger and the fact that she couldn't stop the tears from falling. The closer Kanda got to her, the more Lenalee's shoulders shook. The more they argued, the more it seemed things would turn from bad to worse. Suddenly, without a warning, Lenalee had slapped Kanda across the face and stormed off and away from the two. Kanda stood there, shocked and not sure what to do as his pale cheek turned red with Lenalee's handprint.

"This…" Kanda snarled angrily and turned to face Allen. He quickly closed the gap between them, picking up Allen by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into the wall. "I'm going to kill you… Stay the hell away from me." Kanda growled again, pushing Allen back onto the wall. He took a step away from Allen and…

"Allen? You okay?"

Allen was snapped out of his thought by the sound of Lavi's voice. Lavi, who sat behind him, was leaning over the table so he was closer to the white haired boy. Lavi's emerald eye was covered with worry for his friend; he didn't have all the facts about that night, but he had glued the missing pieces together to understand what happened.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Allen hadn't told Lavi much; only that Lenalee had walked in on something. The something he had left out of his story. Lavi knew Allen had been drinking since he saw Allen with a man and downing shots like crazy. He had figured Allen had gotten drunk and had done something with Kanda; but he never realized that Kanda would willingly do anything with Allen, and for Lenalee to walk in on them and all this to happen, it must have been intense. Those were his thoughts though. He wouldn't assume things he wasn't there to witness.

"Lavi, sit correctly and stop talking to Allen." Komui snapped suddenly. Their teacher had been on the edge lately; the whole week people had been spreading rumors about the couple, and each time Komui caught his students whispering about it, he would snap, which would cause a bigger commotion.

"Sorry, Komui…" Lavi mumbled as he sat down correctly. He glanced over at Allen to see the boy looking down at his desk. He wasn't paying attention to anything that was going on in any of their classes; his mind seemed millions of miles away.

Komui continued to teach the class, trying his best to ignore the mumbles from his class. With every sound his class made, Komui seemed to be more on edge. He didn't want to be here, teaching students science and chemistry and biology. He had better things to do, like taking care of his little sister who was hurting because of a cretin British bastard and Asian asshole. It didn't take long until the bell rang for school to end and Komui was all but happy to dismiss his class.

Allen got up, grabbed his things quickly and stormed out of the room, not waiting for Lavi. Allen rushed down the hall, head down, not wanting to look anyone in the eyes. He knew no one knew anything that happened that night, but he couldn't feel like if they did, they would hate him more than they already did. He felt like if he didn't blend into the background, people would notice him more and if they did, there would be this huge bright sign pointing at him saying "I DID IT! I BROKE THEM UP!" He honestly didn't care what the others thought of him, it would just make it harder to get to Kanda if so many people noticed him. Lavi was enough of a problem as it was. Don't get him wrong, Allen loved Lavi to death, but just as a friend. Lavi didn't seem to get that.

Just. As. A. Friend.

It was obvious to him that Lavi thought of him more than a friend sometimes and he did like the redhead, but like and love were two completely different things, and his love for Kanda would always be greater than any likeness for Lavi. When Allen was out of school grounds, he managed to relax his body and look up towards the sky. It was gray, much like his eyes, and cloudy. He couldn't tell if it was because it would snow again, or because it had been snowing.

Deciding he didn't want to return home at the moment, he checked his phone, and seeing as there was no message from Cross demanding him home right this second, he smiled. Allen crossed the street and lightly jogged towards the park where they had gone to the week before. Their snowmen were still there; well Kanda's, Lavi's and Allen's snowmen was, Lenalee's had be destroyed, which Allen was more than overjoyed that it had. He slowed his walk until he reached the area with the snowmen and stopped in front of Kanda's. A small smile spread over his lips as he ran his fingers down the top of Snowman Kanda's head to his 'chest'.

Allen sighed softly as his fingertips played with the snow. His fingers were beginning to grow cold, but he pushed the sense away and continued to stare at the snowman. Allen lost track of time; he didn't know how long he stayed there, wishing that the snowman would materialize into the actual Kanda. Wishing that Kanda went looking for him. Wishing that Kanda loved him. He knew none of those would come true though. Kanda wouldn't love him by his own, but there had been a reaction to the kiss they shared. He knew Kanda had to feel something for him, anything!

It was almost seven at night when Allen decided to head home. Snow had begun to fall, covering the ground in pure white again. He checked his phone, and seeing as how Cross had neglected to tell him to come home again, Allen could only assume that his dear old Master was having fun with a woman, getting drunk, or losing all the money Allen had worked hard to get.

Allen sighed softly and shoved his phone back in his coat pocket. He really wasn't paying attention to where he was going, his body was on autopilot, knowing where to go but not really watching where he was going. A sudden wave of déjà vu washed over him as he stopped dead in his tracks. Gray eyes stopped at an alley way; the darkness didn't let him see much of what was hidden there, but there was no need too. He knew where he was, and as the memories started pouring back, his heart grew heavy.

This had been where he had met Kanda for the first time.

Allen had been walking home from a bar a couple years back and it was late. He had won a good deal of money, cheating his way through poker was one of the few skills living with Cross had taught him. He still felt uneasy about having to walk home alone after midnight in this part of town, where even looking around would get you shot. Every time he had to walk home he made sure to do it quickly, but today was different. It had been a snowy day, much like the day he was having.

Allen hadn't noticed someone following him out of the bar; he hadn't heard the second set of footsteps. When he suddenly bumped into someone that had seemed to just appear out of nowhere, Allen accidently dropped his bag.

"I-I'm sorry!" Allen had quickly apologized and was already standing up when the tall muscular man grabbed his shoulders and pushed him roughly against the brick wall. He saw, from the corner of his eyes, that the man that had been behind him picked up his bag.

"You sure this is the right one? He seems kinda small." The man holding Allen back said, narrowing his eyes at the kid. Allen had begun to shake by then, not knowing what was going to happen.

"Yeah. It's defiantly this one." The other man said as he showed the man holding Allen the bag filled with the money he had won in poker. Allen's eyes widen in fear, realizing the two men in front of him were about to steal the money, but hopefully leave him alive.

The smirk on the man holding him told him otherwise.

"P-Please let me go…" Allen's voice was soft and hardly above a whisper, but the man heard him, and the smirk only grew.

"Ya know, he's kinda cute. He even kinda looks like a girl." The man holding his bag walked over to them.

"You're right." Now they were both smirking.

Allen wanted to scream, and was about to, but the sight of a blade made the scream stop dead in its tracks. The man holding him held the knife to Allen's neck, slowly moving up and down the pale skin there, cutting him just slightly.

That's when a black figure appeared out of the alley way that was right next to the building Allen was being held up against. The figure quickly kicked the man holding the bag, and before the man holding Allen could react, he was on the floor with the other one, the knife out of his hand. The black figure grabbed Allen's hand and quickly pulled him away from the two men that were recovering from the kicks. Allen, before being dragged into the alley, picked up his bag and quickly followed the black figure.

Allen couldn't tell who it was that had saved him, but he was grateful. He was very, very grateful. That's when the figure pulled him around a corner and inside an open door. He closed the door quickly and in a second, Allen was pressed against the guy's chest.

"Stay quite." The man said, his breath brushing Allen's lips. They were pressed tightly together in the small space that they had. Allen wanted to ask what was going on until he heard the two men shouting and running right outside the door. His heart rate quickened and he gripped the man's shirt tightly; panic filling all of his senses.

After a while, the figure opened the door and walked out, Allen followed. The small light over head allowed Allen to see the man's features and he realized that the man who had saved him was not much older than he was. He had long black hair that was held up by a pony tail and his dark eyes seemed to drill a hole into Allen's skull.

To anyone else, the man could have been a demon with the way he looked at him, the way he stood and the way he spoke, but to Allen, the man could be a God.

Ever since that day, Allen never once stopped thinking about him. The guy never told him his name, but not long after Lavi introduced him to Kanda, the same man that had saved him. Allen just knew they were meant to be.

Allen sighed softly, gripping his bag tightly. He had been standing in front of the alley for a while, and he was starting to feel cold. He shivered slightly and hugged himself more, and as he turned something caught his eye.

Kanda was walking towards him, his head down in thought, hands shoved his coat pocket. It was obvious that Kanda hadn't noticed Allen, but the joy that filled the boy by just seeing Kanda again after this long went without words.

"Kanda…"

Kanda looked up, a bit startled to hear his name. Dark eyes met hazel as Kanda came to a stop, the snow around him suddenly feeling colder than it should.

"Moyashi…"

FFFFF… this took longer than I thought…. But yeah, here it is. Chapter 4. Sorry it took so long D':

I hope you guys like it…

I'll try to update faster, but I won't promise anything. I hate AP classes and how busy they keep me ._.

~SaYa

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