I'm so sorry~~! I know my chapters are short but I don't have a lot of free time recently... I'll make up... in the numbers? Anyway, I have very great ideas for what's coming next 3 . I hope you'll like it!

Kanda: Oi, what exactly are you doing?

Me: Um... what do you mean, Yuu-chan?

Kanda: DON'T CALL ME BY MY NAME! And what exactly are you planing by MAKING ME AND ALLEN AS A COUPLE?

Me: Um... haha... euhhh... j-just.. JUST ASK MY READERS! (sorry, readers!) BYEEEEE! :starts running:

Kanda: STOP RIGHT HERE SO I CAN SLICE YOU UUUUUUP! :starts running after me with his Mugen:

Me: NGYAAAAAAAAAAAAA! :crash! tssssssssssh! blood splatting everywhere:

Allen: Hey, Bakanda! What are you doing to Hana-san! :gentleman deathglare:

Kanda: Nothing, just slicing her up, MO-YA-SHI.

Miracoulusly, I got out alive and published this chapter while Kanda and Allen were fighting over I-don't-know-what-anymore. Anyway, ENJOY! OH! OH! OH! AND REVIEW PLEASE ~~~!

Allen woke up screaming again. These never-ending nightmares were tormenting him since so long ago... They absolutely had to stop or else he would turn insane. Especially if the splitting headaches and painful left arm came with it. He sat slowly on his bed, clenching his head and soaked with sweat. He was trembling and panting.

This time's one was worst than it normally was. More painful, more powerful, more... Frightening. It took him some time to realize where he was. When he saw his hands were clean of blood, the shakings gradually stopped, leaving his stiff limbs alone.

The snores coming from the bigger form on the other bed told him that his roommate was still asleep. No shit he was: he had come back drunk the other night. And he was hell of a heavy sleeper to the boots. The redhead was passing his nights partying with girls. He reminded Allen of his Master, though way less often and... Well, no debts.

When the white headed boy finally managed to get up he grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the shower.

As he took his clothes off, Allen looked in the mirror. The silhouette that just startled him was his own shadow. What he saw was only his own reflection; not the dark figure haunting his sleep. He gradually inspected his reversed glass twin, starting from his white hair to his long, slim legs.

His pale body was covered of scars. He still remembered Lavi's reaction when he first saw his arm. He had a horrible look on his face but still told him to stay, that it was okay. He did not throw him out.

That red, burnt arm had caused him so much pain and trouble up until now... It was still a bit painful but not as much as in his dreams. The green crystals embedded in his hand were so much mystery for him... It appears that if something was done to take them out of the flesh that they were deeply buried in, the teenager could possibly lost his arm.

Allen blushed as he saw how much he had grown since the last time he had a chance to take a good look at his body - which was some years ago when wondering why his Master would disguise him as a girl sometimes... [Having naughty ideas, reader?]

After a last check up to make sure everything was fine with him, the boy stepped in the shower and opened the water.

He stayed immobile a bit, enjoying the comforting, hot substance pouring on his still shocked body. It always made him feel a tiny bit better to take a hot bath or shower. It was as if the water could sweep away all his trouble at once... But it couldn't, could it?

Five minutes later, the British boy stopped the water. Drops of water slowly heading down his bottom area made him shiver.

Then again, he was startled by his own reflection. He sighed of discouragement.

He then realized he forgot to take a towel and a pair of pants. He had to be very shocked to only bring a shirt - white on top of that [!~~] - and boxers.

After a couple of minutes just staring blankly at his clothes, he thought that he was going to be late in class. "Whatever", he said to himself, "he's probably asleep. We're both guys anyway."

He then saw one of his underwear in the drawer Allen wondered why they kept ending up there. Was Lavi wearing them or what? These were supposed to be clean. It was happening a lot recently. He would need to ask Lavi later.

He shivered. He was still standing in front of the door, all wet and with almost nothing on. The white-haired boy got out of the bathroom.

"Sorry, Lavi! I-I just forgot to take a change of clothes" he said, turning to his newly awake roommate.

"Oh, A-Allen-chan!" He suddenly got red.

"Are you okay, Lavi? Are you having a hangover from last night? You're deep red!" Allen asked. "Oh and why is my underwear in the drawer AGAIN? What do you use them for?"

"U-um... Sorry, Allen. It's a bit, um, personal..." the rabbit said, looking away and turning a bit red again.

"A bit pers-" :BLUUUUUSH:

Allen looked away. Even his ears were red! It was too much for Lavi to take.

"Allen... Sorry but I can't hold back anymore..."

"... Huh?"

A second later Lavi was pining his poor crush on the wall, ripping his shirt. He kissed him on the collarbones, leaving marks here and there. As he descended further down, Allen could barely stop his tears. He was powerless. It was unbearable. He tried to push his assailant on the side. He tried to resist him but nothing could do.

When pushing down Allen, Lavi put a hand on his "sensible part" using the other to restrain his arms. He kissed him with the tongue, getting more and more excited hearing the sexy sounds coming out of the boy.

As it was getting more and more intense, Allen's willpower to resist was slowly vanishing. Was it swept away by Lavi's persistent act? Whatever it was, the teenager was scared. So scared... He didn't know heat his roommate was doing but it was scary and he didn't want to find out.

After a few minutes went by, the white headed boy started panicking when the redhead tied him up to one of the bed's leg with his scarf so he could use both hands. He was now touching Allen all over in a weird way.

On Lavi's side, everything was perfect. He looked up to the now tied boy's flustered face as he licked his body. Gently, he inserted a finger in his as, making him gasp.

"L-Lavi! What are you...! It hurts! P-pull it out!" Allen gasped.

Lavi marked a small pause.

"Sorry, Allen..."

"Kya! Don- ove it ar- nd...!"

Bookman junior was loosing control. The newbie was just too cute. Using his underwear to masturbate had been barely enough to contain himself but seeing him blush like that so suddenly just now had blown up the rest of his reason away. Even drinking could make him forget him.

He put a second finger in and stared touching himself, kissing his panting prey again.

•••

Alerted, the teenager forced the door open. What he found caused his jaw to drop.
Lavi was there on top of flustered and crying Allen - who was pined down and tied to the bed - and tearing his clothes apart - well, more like what was left of his shirt. He was abusing of the poor, defenceless Allen.

When he saw the scene, he snapped. As if suddenly boosted up, he punched Baka Usagi with such power the impact almost knocked him out. He then turned to Allen.

"It's okay now...", he said as he squats, "Come on here", he finished, reaching out to help him get up.

The looks of his burnt left arm didn't even make him flinch.

Seeing that he couldn't get up, Kanda took Allen in his arms. The poor boy was all shaken up and trembling. He decided that he would never ever let him get out of his sight ever again. That's also when the confused samurai understood something very important...

•••

Back to his own room, Kanda put the frightened boy on his bed. He was definitely going to skip classes today to stay with the Moyashi. No way in hell he could go back with that look on his face and little Allen in this condition. But what exactly would he say to Rever-sensei? He would surely not say that the one he loved - yes, that's how it was... - barely got out safe, if you could call it that, from being violated by his roommate, the playboy Lavi.

Indeed, Bookman would be angry and he would be punished for what he did but the British boy's mind was not okay right now. And if people started to remind him everyday what happened and laugh at him for it he would turn insane. Anyone would, right?

In any case, the Japanese man had to do something for the one who was just there, standing on his bed barely concious of it. Kanda knew he didn't like to be pitied but he couldn't help to. After what he just saw, didn't he had the right to, just a little bit? He didn't know himself, he who just realized his feelings for the latter named boy.

Yes, his apparence was a mystery and the fact he was having what appeared to be nightmares every night was... weird, but he couldn't leave him alone because of that, could he?

Then, they both jumped when hearing someone knock at the door...