I would like to say, I am dedicating this chapter to Ms. Aika-chan-w. Be prepare for Yullen overload.

Chapter 14

"Professor Walker!"

"Call me Allen." He smiled at the group. He walked closer to them, and further from the seething Kanda.

"Oh, um, well, Allen, how old are you?" Allen walked over to the little brunette. Judging from her tie, she was from the Gryffindor house. The others around her came closer, squishing the tiny girl to see the newcomer.

"Well Miss…"

"Alicia, Alicia Brookes."

"Well Miss Brookes, I'm seventeen." He extended his hands to shake hers, which she was quick to.

"Then shouldn't you still be in school?" Allen turned his attention to another Gryffindor. It was one of the boys he met earlier, the red headed one. He grinned, the two other familiar faces next to him.

"In my school, the rankings weren't determined by age but by your skills and knowledge." In the Order, your ranks were determined by your skills and knowledge. Saying that wasn't a lie you know.

He saw the girl from earlier nodding agreeing.

"Allen, did you and Professor Kanda have class together?" It was a Slytherin girl this time. "Oh, my name's Adina Lopez."

"Well then Miss Lopez, actually, we didn't have class." In this, everybody leaned forward, trying their best to hear the tiny (Allen would care to disagree) man. "Kanda and I, well, we were partners in a special program." Allen shyly took a peek at the monotonous man behind him; he was busy reading a book… Upside down.

"Oh that's so cool! So are you and Professor Kanda, like, best friends?"

"Well…"

"No."

Allen turned around and gave Kanda a pouty face. No need to be that harsh BaKanda. Allen had to admit, that kind of hurt a little. And he was so quick about it. He stuck his tongue out for a brief second and turned his attention back to the class.

"Kanda and I, well, we go way back." Three years wasn't that far back, but he didn't need to tell the students that.

"Er, Allen, if you don't mind me asking, where did you get that scar from?" Allen unconsciously brought a hand to touch his scar. He turned around to find the curious kid. It was one of the kids from earlier. It was the other boy with glasses. He blinked rapidly for a second.

"Oh, this old thing?" He moved part of his hair to give them a better view. "I got this from accident when I was a child." Allen looked down, a grim smile taunting his face.

There was an awkward silence that followed. The students weren't sure what to say; they knew they must've hit a nerve.

Hermione punched Harry and whispered something to him.

Allen wasn't sure what to say next either. He kept his head down. His scar was a bit of a touchy subject for him, even though he tried to be nonchalant about it. "U-um, so yeah."

Harry wasn't sure what to say next, so he did the first thing that came to his mind. "Haha, um, okay."

Another awkward silence.

Allen occupied himself with a random dust bunny which was conveniently crossing the floor. Oh hello little bunny man, how are you today?

The awkward laughing, staring and giggling were getting on Kanda's nerve. Here, he did what he's been doing best; he threw his book.

And score! The rather large book (was it a dictionary?) hit Allen directly on the back of his head. If Kanda never became an Exorcist, he sure as hell had a rather large chance of becoming a baseball player. He had great aim, accompanied by a strong arm.

For Allen though, that was rather bad news for the great force made him fall flat on his face.

Allen growled softly. He pushed his body off the floor and bounced back up. He pointed a shaking finger at his attacker, who was amusingly staring at the dust bunny Allen was acquainting himself with earlier.

"Oi! BaKanda, what was that for?!"

Hermione, as well as the other students, gasped at the sudden act of violence.

She stood up, her tiny hands slamming themselves against the table. "Professor Kanda!" She glared at her professor, obvious fury plastered on her face. "What the bloody hell was that for?!"

Ron quickly tugged at her sleeve, frantically motioning for her to seat back down.

"Stop it Herms!" He whispered.

She snatched her sleeve from his bony hands. "No." She brought her wand out.

Ron and Harry quickly grabbed her arms and sat her back down. She struggled in their hold. "Let me go!"

"Stop it Herms, get a hold of yourself!" Harry quietly commanded her.

"…."

Hermione let out a large huff. She pulled her arms from the two boys and crossed them.

Because of her sudden lashing, she, as well as the rest of the class, failed to notice the short conversation between the two professors.

Allen couldn't hold the glare, not when Kanda was being like that.

He backed slightly as the older man walked over to him. He saw someone stand up from the corner of his eye, but paid no heed to her. She was saying something, not that he was actually listening to her.

"W-What do you want BaKanda?"

Kanda looked at him, their faces nearly touching. Allen held the gulp that was threating to escape. He jolted when Kanda casually knocked on his head. Knocked, not pound.

"Oi Moyashi, since you're here, take care of these goddamn brats for me. There's the lesson plan for today." He pointed at his desk. "Bye."

Allen was left speechless, his eyes blinking rapidly. That, what, huh?

Kanda was gone in a second, slipping away without being noticed.

"Allen, are you okay?" He turned to answer the random student.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine. Besides, Kanda's been doing that for years, I kind of got use to it already." He lightly knocked his head to emphasize his point.

"Oh wow. So you and Professor Kanda knew each other for a long time? Don't tell him I said this, but you and him are so different. You're actually nice and smiling isn't taboo, unlike the professor!"

Allen laughed; the boy's reasons were pretty accurate.

"I guess so, but Kanda isn't that bad once you get to know him."

"Well I think I prefer you much more than the professor." Another girl jumped in the conversation.

"Why thank you. It's all the same I guess, since I'll be assisting Professor Kanda for the rest of the year."

"Oh yeah, I'm Blaise Zabini by the way. That's Alisha." The boy went off to talk about something else.

Allen paused. The awkward air was gone and now he and the class were casually getting along. Allen blushed slightly, realizing what Kanda just did. He looked back at the door where Kanda disappeared to. The boy (Zabini was it?)was saying something about Kanda and some kind of 'muggle' torture.

"BaKanda…" He whispered under his breathe, the slight pink hue darkening slightly.

"Fuck no."

"Please Kanda! I have nowhere else to go! And it's only for a couple of days! I swear!"

"I said-wait, hey! Get the fuck off me! Beansprout-dammit! Get of my leg!"

Kanda fought to shake off the white bean that was stuck on his leg. He growled as the younger boy refused to let go, his hands not even budging. It was late at night, the clock nearing eleven already. He did not need this kind trouble just before bed.

"Fuck! It's your goddamn problem you let those damn brats in your room and they set a fire! Don't bring your problems to me!"

Allen couldn't help but give in to the repeated request the students gave him after class. There was ten of them, four girls, six boys. He finally gave in and let them roam his room. It was fairly large and fancy. There were large drawers with detailed carvings. A lone desk sat near the window, red curtains draping before them. His bed was large and bouncy. He had to admit, as weird as it was, he found it quite enjoyable. He did miss the outdoors and ratty hotels he had to stay in during his missions.

Anyhow, all that went down. Or burned up, if you wanted to be more specific.

Showing off, Allen decided to light a candle with a new spell he's recently learned. Unfortunately, the flame was tricky to dispel. Fortunately, the spell to counter it was in the next chapter of his book. Unfortunately for him, a student (some red headed kid) knocked the candle over, the flame hopping directly to his poor book.

And that's when everything went down the drain, quite literally.

The head master was currently visiting someone, along with Professor McGonagall. No one could help him for they were all busy and he had no one else to turn to. Except a certain Kanda.

"Oi, don't be so stingy BaKanda!" He tightened his grip.

In turn, Kanda punched his head.

"Fucking beansprout! And that's not how you asking for a fucking favor!"

Kanda should have known better than to open his doors for anything (Dumbledore included). He cussed out the smal-er, younger boy, while threating to slice him to pieces. Dammit, the kid was holding on way too hard. (Kanda was sure he was losing circulation on his left leg.)

Allen paused. He puffed his cheeks out and proceeded to pull of his best puppy dog face.

Here, in turn, Kanda proceeded to kick off the boy.

(Dammit, I lost my grip there for a second!)

Kanda didn't want to touch the young Brit, but he had to push him out of his room. His frowned deepened as he dragged (the boy refused to get up thus Kanda having to drag him across his room) towards the exit of his room. He let out a large breathe as he tried to ignore the brat's annoying whining.

He opened the door.

"Oh, Professor Kanda, um. We were looking for Allen, we wanted to apologized, we were wondering if you knew where he was, or if you could help us, it was our fault-"

And…. Door close.

"Please Kanda! I swear it'll only be for a while!"

Kanda dropped the boy, ultimately his face high-fiving the cold floor. Only a small 'eep' came from the boy.

Kanda pointed at the opposite side of the room, a small chair was placed the furthest from the bed. "You, floor, don't you dare come anywhere near me tonight."

"Kanda-!" He smiled. And he took a book to his face.

"I'm sorry my lord, but it seemed that the Princess's soul didn't take too kindly to the girl's body."

Lucius kept his head down. It was hard to be the deliverer of unfortunate news, especially when it came to the dark lord. The others Death Eater did the same, although they stayed far behind their master.

Voldemort stared down at the two in front of him. Lucius was kneeling, his head was held so close to the ground he could probably lick the floor if he stuck his tongue out. He moved his cold stare to the girl.

Foam was dripping from her mouth as her body was convulsing into inhuman positions. Her skin was burnt to the crisp, the smell of burnt hair and flesh surrounding her. Her bones were broken, many of her body parts twisting into odd patterns. Inhuman cries erupted from her mouth as tears ran down her bloodied face.

"This girl, she was no good either?" Voldemort questioned his servant. He didn't bother to wait for a response.

He walked over and yanked the silver necklace of her crippled neck. The chain snapped, the sharpen edges of the metal nicking her skin before the dark lord pocketed the jewelry. Immediately, her body stopped moving and her screams were silenced. She started to stir slightly while miniscule whimpers escaped her lips.

"My lord..." Lucius raised his head.

Voldemort's large snake slithered next to him. It looked him straight in the eye and hissed. Voldemort replied back in Parseltongue. "Do what you want with her, she is useless to me."

Lucius's eyes widen as the snake silently made its way towards the girl. He bit his tongue, swallowing his own sympathy and fear. This girl was a child of a fellow death eater; she was close to Draco's age, maybe even younger. Her fate was determined when the seer picked her, just like the others before her.

Nagini took no time to widen her mouth and swallowed her prey.

Lucius cringed as the girl started to cry, her screams muffled by the insides of the snake. Nagini soon finished her food and slithered after her master.

Voldemort waved a hand, motioning for the other death eaters to go away. Lucius stayed behind.

"Lucius, I have little time. That child must be found soon."

"Yes my lord."

Voldemort walked over to his throne. He flicked his cape as he sat down, grabbing his cup that sat on it. He took a large swing at it, downing the red liquid faster than you could say 'wine'.

"I will fetch the seer as soon as possible."

Lucius stood up, and bowed accordingly. Voldemort waved him off. The blonde man quickly exited the room.

Nagini looked up to her master; he looked distressed. She lowered her head down, not bothering to comfort him anymore. She knew she could do little for her master. As a snake, the only thing she could do for him is to stay by his side.

Voldemort looked out the window, his eyes reflecting the full moon. His left hand reached out slightly.

"Soon Sahara…"

Allen giggled as a hand brushed his bangs away from his face.

"Stop it BaKanda." He refused to open his eyes to daylight; he was having a good time sleeping, but honestly, he didn't dislike this either. He snuggled closer into the other body, his body now just a couple of inches away.

He released a soft moan as Kanda's hand left a feathery trail down his torso, stopping briefly at his bare stomach. His body wriggled as the long digits began to trace his abs, the arousing touch circling around his muscles. His back arched as Kanda caressed his body; one hand was all it took to get him off. He was gliding his fingers over the younger man's hips.

Allen clenched the bed sheets, both his face and body flushed with both desire and abashment. "N-no, not there.." There was no authority in his voice at all, as though he wasn't even trying. "B-BaKanda, stop…" His voice trailed off into purrs and mews.

His eyes flew open when the feather touch dipped lower and lower, till it lightly brushed the lower half of Allen's hips. His large orbs immediately landed upon the other body. He did the first thing that came to his mind.

"Ba-BaKanda! W-what do you think you're doing in my bed!?" He proceeded to push the half-naked man off the bed. The older man dropped to the floor with a large 'thud' as well as a (strangely) rather high pitched yelp. He yanked the blanket off of him, sighing in relief as he found his clothes still on. (Sure, his button-up shirt was unbuttoned, but otherwise, it was still on.)

His body froze, a killing aura dripping from the side of the bed, wrapping their dark arms around him.

"You." Kanda growled.

Allen felt a fist come down his head. "Oww!"

"This is my fucking bed, you goddamn beansprout! What the fuck's wrong with you!?"

Allen sheepishly turned towards Kanda. He looked off to the side, his face tinged with a slight pink hue. "S-sorry. Haha." He laughed monotonously, his eyes looking anywhere but the front of him.

His efforts betrayed him as his twinkling eyes took a peek at his unrequited crus- partner. His jaws almost dropped as he spotted the delicious scene before him.

Kanda was standing in front of him, his arms crossed. His eyes were trying to narrow down on his victim, failing quite horribly as the sleepiness dawned over his body, eyes included. The large shirt covered much of his body, hugging onto him more like a blanket than anything. His hair was tousled slightly, the lengthy locks doing nothing but make him more delightful to the eyes.

Allen gulped, his eyes widening greatly.

His teenage hormones were hard to control lately, morning especially. He wanted to jump on the Asian man before him. He stealthily bunched the blankets closer to him; he did not need Kanda thinking he was a pervert. That wouldn't do him any good.

"S-Sorry, BaKanda…"

"Get the hell off my bed!"

Kanda proceeded to kick the boy off his bed. Allen let out a tiny shriek as he once again hi-fived the floor... With his face.

"This is why I should've just gave you to those brats last night! Get out-"

This was bad. Allen was going to lose his chance to be with Kanda… To be friends with Kanda, he reassured himself, mentally dusting off the little mini devil Allen off his shoulders. That aside, he needed a plan. And quick.

"Ah! Kanda, what's that?!"

Really? That was the best he could come up with? Hey, don't blame him, he's under deep pressure. He randomly pointed to Kanda. Or so he thought.

Kanda looked up to see a tiny bit of fur on his head. Fur?

Oh fuck! He was quick to cover his ears and Allen's face. How exactly? Well, he kicked him. In the face. Surprisingly, Allen didn't budge. At least he couldn't see Kanda's current form.

"B-baKanda! What do you think you're doing!?" He felt Allen's warm finger try to push his feet off his face; he tightened his muscles in retort.

"S-Shut up Beansprout!"

Allen growled.

"A-anyway! Don't you dare move or I'll fucking castrate you!"

Kanda's face, what does it look like?

His voice sounded so different, a tone so new to Allen. He wanted to see what kind of face Kanda couldn't be making, with such a voice.

I want to see it.

He wanted to know. He wanted to know more about Kanda. Like now.

I want to see his face!

"Wh-what the fuck do you think you're doing Moyashi-"

A large thud followed the pair.

Kanda groaned as he stirred to. His eyes narrowed down on the person in front of him. Well, on top of him, if you wanted to be more specific. He felt blood rush to and from his face as his tail swished back and forth, his ears twitching nervously. His hands clenched, twisting slightly to get away from the Moyashi's iron grip.

Allen's eyes widen even more, if that was even possible. He looked down at the smaller man under him. He seemed so small. And weak. And cute. And eatable!

His brain was overloading to the point he didn't even notice the ears till a second later.

"W-what is that Kanda?" He finally noticed them. In almost a dazed state, he let go of Kanda right hand and reached to feel the ear. He didn't notice the dark red tinged that dusted Kanda's face. He briefly touched the ear, making Kanda emit a soft purr. He didn't notice the other leg that started to raise either. Until it was too late.

Thonk!

Kanda dusted himself off, his face flushed from the adrenaline and embarrassment. He didn't bother looking at the boy who was hunched over, tendering to his boys. He looked as though he was almost knocked out. That should teach him a lesson, and hopefully make him forget.

He quickly exited to the bathroom. The less the boy sees, the easier it would be to make him believe he was just hallucinating that morning.

Allen was left in a heap, supporting the bruised testes while tears gushed from his eyes. "My babies, my poor unborn babies…."

Fuck yeah! I finished another chapter! And more good news, I managed to turn part of this chapter into a short manga XD it's on youtube if you want to check it out and you should because it's awesome!

Tehe, Allen is a sneaky little devil, sneaking onto Kanda's bed like that.

I wanted to say, I recently reread the reviews for Miss Antisocial Butterfly and I found some things that I could do to make this better. I want to say thanks for all those who reviewed, favorite and followed.

Comic- /jplNGtXcPLk paste this after youtube or get the link from my profile.

If any of you noticed, the older chapters have been revised. It's better than before, but there will always be some kind of grammar/spelling/etc. error. If you happen to spot any, please feel free to mention it in a review or pm.

Kitsune630-here's the next one

PurpleKyuubi-he prefers chocolate, but he'll take what he can

Chaos Dragon-Fox-sorry for the confusion. I changed it so it's a bit clearer. I have Kanda and Allen coming from a German wizarding school, so Allen is asking if it's a 'British wizarding' greeting.

Lotus seed- your prayers have been granted

TheRedFlowerOfFire-I love you too- er,I meant I love my story too XD

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Yullen lover-That's exactly what I meant! Haha jk, I'll leave that to you imagination. I'll do that scene later, check I did another one for chapter 14 you should check it out on youtube

SinfulBetrayer- We'll see. Mwahahahahahaha

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Aika-chan-w-I dedicated this chapter to you little Yullen lover XD

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