Apostle of God

by KIS'E'productions

The Black Order's trust on Allen is quickly diminishing, and he's willing to do anything as long as they don't see him as a traitor. Even if it means allowing them to use his body to create new exorcists. Yullen. Mpreg. SemiAU. Manga Spoilers

14. Goodbyes and Promises

A/N- Ha ha infamous number 14. How ironic that our lovely? Cute? err…unique couple's time together would come to an end in this specific chapter. I don't know if Kini-san planned it that way, or if it was just an accident. I'll have to ask her one day about it for sure. I hope all of you are ready for some real shockers, because from now on, the dreadful plot comes into play -cackles- Also, thank you all for you support! I hope you'll stick with this story till the end despite the problems that might come.

Warnings for this chapter: Lemonade. Enjoy it, embrace it, make it your own because this is the last one we'll have for a while (I know I cried while I had to wait for the storm to pass Dx), the return of a certain pairing, a lot of POV changes, mood swings, and Kanda acting like an insecure wife, lol. Oh and grammar mistakes, but my Beta's at work right now so eh...

Disclaimer: WHOOP! It's back, hell yes! -breaks into a random and cheesy love song-

Apostle of God

Chapter XIV-Goodbyes and Promises

He curled in the bed, smiling widely after absentmindedly licking his lips. He was having a beautiful dream, his favorite dream despite that he dreamed about it almost constantly. Because every time he dreamed it was special, he came closer to the object of his affections every time it happened. And she smiled. That smile that instantly cheered him up and made him feel much better despite everyone else's rejection. She welcomed him with open arms, whispering his name with those soft and red lips.

"Elia-de."

"'Arystar'."

Yes, she answered him and looked at him with those imploring brown eyes. She hugged him, welcoming him home. She answered him, saying that there was no one else in the world besides two of them, together forever.

But, but then he remembered she wasn't what she said she was. That she was an akuma, that he had become an exorcist because of her. So her death wouldn't be in vain, her, his only love. He had told Allen, the young boy who had given him the strength to keep going forward despite having lost his loved one, that he would be an exorcist. There was also Lavi, the youth with the eye-patch who always managed to cheer him up, even though he didn't like the nickname the teen had given him. That was right, his two friends had helped and protected him from the villager's rejection and had taken him with them to become an exorcist.

Regardless of that, he was now alone and anxious. First came the fear, then the panic.

"Allen? Lavi?"

No one answered him. Tears quickly formed in his eyes. Had his friends also left him? No, that would never happen! He trusted Allen, he trusted Lavi. He wanted to see the red-head's jovial expression, laughing at him for being so emotional and for crying so easily. He wanted to see the achromatic-haired child's beautiful smile, hear his words that always gave him more confidence in himself and the strength he needed to keep going.

"Allen! Lavi!"

He was shouting, calling for them. And his friends still weren't here. Were they okay? Were they still alive? The tears began to run down his cheeks while he continued to call for them in a voice full of anguish. But, suddenly, something answered him in the silence of this nightmare.

"Arystar!"

It was the voice of a woman. Could it be, finally, his dear Eliade? No, that voice was different. It was…it was…

"Arystar Krory."

…a voice he had never heard in his life before.

Although, did she know where his two young friends were? Perhaps she could help him! She knew his name. He had to ask her, he had to know if those two were okay. Yes, surely she would know, would know were his friends were.

He struggled to speak, even though no sound came out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt very weak, as if he hadn't eaten anything in a very long time. Either way, he had to ask. He had to open his eyes. He gathered all the courage he had and prepared to use all of his remaining strength to find Allen and Lavi no matter what.

God, was the light annoying. He had just opened his eyes and he already wanted to close them for good. But he had to see his friends, he had to see them now.

"Arystar Krory? Krory-san?"

She was really pretty. It wasn't Eliade, but it also wasn't lady Lenalee or Miranda. But she had some sort strange hat on her head, he knew he had seen it before in his grandfather's books. Oh, right! That's what nurses used when they were on duty, those women that helped doctors with their patients. Then that mean he was in a hospital. It all made sense now.

Wait, perhaps not.

He remembered, somewhere deep in his head, that he had been fighting. Yes, that was right. He had fought against those two Noah, the twins that had in the end become one. What were they called? Jasdevi, yes. He also remembered he had asked Allen to go on without him, and that he would catch up with them later. Well, he hadn't really 'asked' him to go on, but he remembered the look the small child had given him. Allen had been worried; although the boy had made him know he trusted him, believed he would defeat his two enemies. Now more than ever, he wanted to see Allen and give him a big hug, even if Lavi would tease him for it.

"Krory-san is waking up!"

The nurse pulled away from his side, repeating his name a couple of more times, as if she couldn't believe he had opened his eyes. Then, another woman came to his side, and older woman with a serious gaze. He didn't know what she was doing, except that she was touching him, taking his pulse or something like that, calling him by his name. But he didn't answer her, not because he didn't want to, but because he was simply stumped with all the information they were bombarding him with plus the confusion and natural fear he was feeling for being in a place he couldn't recognize.

"A-llen…La-vi…"

His friends. He needed to see his two friends.

"He's been calling them all this time," he heard the younger nurse say while the other woman only looked at him with that same expression that was quickly beginning to scare him.

But apparently they knew Allen and Lavi. Then they were safe, or at least he hoped they were. He closed his eyes again, a bit relieved despite that he wasn't all that sure everything was okay.

"Call Reever-san."

Sooner than he'd expected, a man with blonde hair an a face that said he hadn't slept in days approached his bed. Krory blinked tiredly, slowly getting used to being conscious after being asleep for who knew how long.

"It's a relief to see you awake, Arystar Krory," the man smiled kindly. "My name is Reever Wenhamm and in the name of supervisor Komui Lee I welcome you to the Black Order."

"Black Order?"

That was the place Allen and Lavi had talked about, the one they said would welcome him with open arms now that he had decided to become an exorcist. That he would have friends, a new family. Then, then…

"Allen and Lavi? Are they okay?"

The scientist blinked, looking a bit surprised by what he he'd said.

"Yes, Allen-kun and Lavi are here and are perfectly okay. Eh? Krory?"

He began to cry, happy, even when he was surrounded by strangers. Allen and Lavi were safe! He couldn't wait to see them.

"You shouldn't get up in your condition, Krory-san!" the older woman warned him, looking at him again with that withering gaze that caused him to shiver in fear.

"I think it's okay," now the one looking at him with angry eyes was the blonde man, who looked a bit intimidating though he continued regardless of it, "it's fair for Krory to see his friends."

"We're not even sure Krory-san will be able to walk after…"

He didn't let the woman finish because he had already gotten to his feet, even if he had had a little trouble standing up. He was hungry, yes; and tired. But the urge to see his friends was greater than his exhaustion. There was no way he was going to let something as stupid as feeling tired try to stop him, because seeing his two dear friends was more important. He quickly made his way to the door until he remembered something and stopped:

"Hum, and where are they?"

After receiving a look of disbelief from the man in the white lab coat, the light-haired man smiled.

"They're probably in the cafeteria right now. I'll gladly take you there. Although…"

"Although?"

Was there something wrong? What was it?

"It's about Allen-kun."

He immediately became alarmed again, almost going into hysterics just by hearing the name of his young friend added to the expression the man was wearing on his face.

"What's wrong with Allen? Is he okay?"

"Well, you see…"

Of course that, of all things Arystar Krory expected to hear about the young Allen Walker, this was certainly the last thing he ever thought he would hear.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

The Black Order was an enormous place. Krory knew that if Reever Wenham hadn't accompanied him he would have probably gotten lost for days trying to find his two friends. Although his nose might have been able to guide him, the scent of the delicious food coming from the cafeteria being that great. He was starving. But he stopped thinking about that as soon as they entered the large room. There were many long tables, and even more people; talking, eating, some were even laughing. Krory couldn't believe what he was seeing, it really was like one big family.

"Kuro-chan?"

That voice snapped him out of his musings as soon as he saw the one-eyed red-head looking at him with surprise, as if he couldn't believe it was really him, Krory. Once again, tears began to run down his cheeks, though he didn't bother to wipe them away before he ran to the young red-head's side.

"Lavi!"

He ran to pull him into his arms without caring for the food that ended up on the floor and how they also almost ended up on the floor if not for the young man holding onto one of the tables, stopping them both from tumbling down.

"Hey, Kuro-chan! So energetic, you almost killed me," he heard Lavi laugh, comfortably patting his back while the Romanian hugged him even harder. "So you finally decided to visit us, after you've been asleep for almost six months."

Six months? That was a really long time. He pulled the tiniest bit away from the bookman apprentice to look at him, while the red-head simply blinked up at him.

"And Allen?"

Lavi smiled mischievously, something Krory had dearly missed after not seeing him for so long. It was so typical of the young man that he wasn't that surprised.

"Oh, the Moyashi-chan." It was his turn to blink as the red-head took a deep breath before yelling, "Moyashi-chan! Come here!"

Krory squinted while everyone else in the cafeteria turned their eyes on a certain person, who blushed violently, trying to make himself look smaller in his seat as soon as he heard that horrible nickname, probably embarrassed from all the attention he was getting. It didn't look like the boy was going to answer the older exorcist, but then he suddenly went very still. Krory could see those silver-plated eyes widening with surprise behind those achromatic tresses he knew so well.

"Kro-ry…Krory!"

He saw the boy rise from his seat with some difficulty to rush to his and Lavi's side. But Krory was the one who ended up running to reach the English youth sooner, pulling him into a fierce hug as soon as he was within arm reach. He felt the small exorcist's hair brush his cheeks when he leaned down to pull him closer into his arms, hearing the child's gentle laughter before it turned into a light sob. Krory smiled, crying again as soon as he saw the tears on that young face, grateful to be able to hug Allen again and know everyone was safe.

"Allen! I'm so happy you're okay," he told him, squeezing him a bit more while he hid his face in one the crying boy's shoulders, though a lot softer and less harder than him.

"Eh, Kuro-chan, you might not want to be so affectionate. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

The Romanian exorcist had barely opened his mouth to ask what the red-head had meant by that when he saw a dark-haired man unsheathe a sword, eyes narrowed as he threatened Krory with the dangerous blade. Ah, he remembered this guy! He was the one who had attacked them in the Ark despite that they were supposed to be comrades before he had gone against one of the Noah. Why was he here? Why was he allowed to be here when he could turn on his friends and attack them at any moment? Krory swallowed nervously at the same time he brought Allen closer to his body, fear taking over him as he waited to be attacked by a man who he thought was his comrade.

"That's why I told you," spoke Lavi again, free of any guilt while he went in search of more food to replace the one that had fallen on the floor.

"Nothing's wrong, Bakanda," he heard Allen say, who had gently pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of his hand without once looking away from Krory.

It was then that he got a real good look at his small friend. Allen was wearing a cream-colored sweater and a light green nightgown and a pair of dark, thick pants underneath that, clashing pretty badly with the rest of his clothes. Plus, he had a light blush on his cheeks, perhaps because of the way Krory was looking at him. And he was also…

"Ah! So it's true!" he suddenly exclaimed, startling the other present people around him while he pointed at the younger boy's stomach, making the English youth blush even more.

"Eh, you thought I was lying, Krory?" asked Reever, barely appearing for more than two seconds, then he laughed. "I don't blame you, I never would have believed it either. Oh well, back to work."

But Krory barely noticed that his guide had left (although the young boy in front of him politely bid the scientist a good day), because he was fully concentrated on Allen. On how the boy nervously fixed his clothes, looking away from the Romanian exorcist's eyes.

"He's almost five months along," informed Lavi, cheerily chewing his breakfast now that Jeryy had grudgingly replaced his food. "His tummy's pretty big now. He looks really cute, doesn't he?"

Krory saw Allen quickly shake his head, his blush worsening if that was possible. But Lavi was right, his young friend did look cute like that, although that wasn't a word one should use on a boy (even if he was, ejem, pregnant). Regardless of that he sighed, relieved to see his two friends acting 'almost' as normally as always. What was confusing him though, was seeing that dark-haired exorcist so close to Allen, looking at Krory with what appeared to be anger. He wondered what he had done to the young man to deserve such a look.

It was strange, without a doubt.

"Come on, Allen. Let me touch your tummy, just a little bit more, please?" said the apprentice of bookman, in a pretty low voice Krory still managed to hear.

"No way," muttered Allen, trying to pull away from Lavi as soon as possible.

"And you won't let Kuro-chan touch either? He wants to, right, Kuro-chan? Come on, Moyashi, let him touch your tummy."

Allen glanced at him and Krory could see how embarrassed the boy was for some reason he couldn't understand. Although the boy's stomach had caught his attention and he wanted to touch it, he wouldn't because for some reason the expression of anguish on that childish face made him feel bad.

"No."

To the recently awaken exorcist's surprise, the one who had answered for Allen had been the scary swordsman from before. He couldn't understand why though. Well, he didn't even understand why the man was there when all Krory wanted was to be with his two best friends.

"Jo, Yu-chan. You're too possessive."

"Don't call me that, stupid rabbit."

Lavi only laughed, as if the deadly look the Japanese was giving him wasn't worth any of his attention despite that it had made Krory shiver in fear. He didn't know if his red-headed friend was either very brave of very foolish for doing that.

"Please forgive this uneducated brute, Krory-chan. It's just that he's father, that's why he's being so hysterical."

"The father…? Does that mean Allen's baby is his…?"

Mister Reever hadn't told him that! He shivered when those dark eyes full of fury looked at him, and the worst part was that he didn't even know why the other man was looking at him with so much hatred. He swallowed, scared now more than ever.

"Don't be like that, Yu-chan."

"I thought I told you not call me that."

"Ah!"

Now it was Lavi who was being threatened by the man named 'Yu-chan', the moody exorcist's glare turning on the red-head, which made Krory sigh in relief.

"Eh, Krory."

He lowered his gaze when he heard Allen calling his name. He was met with the boy's radiant smile, and he looked like a lovely young girl thanks to those flushed cheeks and that voluminous stomach. Jeez, this was the first time he had ever thought of his friend Allen as woman and he was sure the boy would get mad if he ever found out about it.

"Allen?"

"I'm so happy, knowing you're finally awake makes me so happy."

Now it was the young boy who gently wrapped his arms around him, practically helping Krory feel Allen's stomach against his body. It was incredible, his dear friend had a baby inside of his body, even when he was just a child himself. But, well, it was Allen after all. If anyone could make a miracle like this happen, it would be this boy. Oh, he was so happy he almost couldn't keep up with the warm feeling.

"Walker."

He felt Allen stiffen in his arms when he heard that monotone voice while Krory squinted at this new man he had never seen before, though seeing him gave him a bad feeling in the pit in his stomach, specially because the boy in his arms pulled away from him the second he was called.

"More papers have arrived for you to fill. We need to go to the library now."

"I'm coming, Link-san."

Actually, he didn't like Allen leaving him one bit to go with that man. He also didn't like how the boy looked afraid at the prospect of doing everything that blonde had said.

"Hey, Two-Dots." Krory turned to the origin of that voice, Lavi. "Remember that the Moyashi-chan needs to rest, make sure you give him some time for himself."

The unknown man didn't answer, simply looking at the red-head with an indefinable expression on his face before he turned his gaze on the Romanian when Krory tried to say something (like ask what the hell was going on); but with the other exorcist present, the man with the dark long hair, the blonde man decided to lock eyes with the fearsome swordsman instead of with him.

Since he had spent all of his life living by himself in his grandfather's castle Krory didn't know much about how people interacted with one another. But these two looked at each other in a way that made a shiver ran up the parasitic exorcist's spine. Even Lavi looked like he was trying to break the tense atmosphere, his voice cheery as he placed himself between those two, although Krory didn't know if being in the middle of the crossfire was such a good idea. He swallowed thickly.

He turned his gaze back on Allen. The younger exorcist was once again fixing his clothes, the action catching a bit of Krory's attention and causing him to think the boy looked adorable like that even if he didn't understand why the child was doing what he was doing with such insistency. It was a habit he had never seen in him before, although Krory supposed he had developed it during the six moths he'd been asleep. Well, it was obvious it was due to that little belly he now carried; though the man wondered if it was because his clothes didn't fit the boy well enough.

He wouldn't haven noticed the blonde man had taken Allen if not because the small boy had smiled sweetly at him, promising to see him later before leaving the cafeteria as he was followed by that strange man. Krory sighed again, confused.

"You see Kuro-chan," he looked at Lavi again, who had managed to calm the swordsman's down (or so he thought), "that Two-Dots is the Moyashi-chan's personal stalker and that's because…"

"Ah! It's Krory-san!"

"Krory?"

He recognized those voices immediately: it was lady Lenalee and lady Miranda. Both women quickly ran to his side, something which made him forgot how the red-head was explaining Allen's situation to him. He even forgot about the fearful dark-haired exorcist glaring at him, observing him from a distance, crossing his arms. He concentrated on his reunion, on his comrades and on his friend Lavi. How they welcomed him to this place that, so they told him, was now his new home. The tears returned at the same time he hugged the two young women to his chest.

What Krory didn't know was that something had happened, something that would never ever cross his head if the idea wasn't put there first. Something that involved Allen Walker.

Something that Yu Kanda would never forgive him for despite that in everyone else's eyes he was innocent. But in the Japanese's eyes, he was so guilty he deserved an immediate execution. Yes, Arystar Krory was lucky not to know that right now, he was currently one of the top people in the fearsome man's 'kill list'.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

It was one of those fucking days where he wasn't allowed to sleep with the Moyashi, so he would have to make do with a quickie and go to the next thing on his to-do list, which would most than likely be waiting for that damn inspector to knock on the door so he could take the little idiot with him again. Either that or listening to the brat's whiny bitching again. Allen kept getting more irritating day after day, but he supposed it was all due to how much his stomach had grown and how that made it harder for him to find a comfortable position to sleep in and so the boy ended up being moody all day. But he was barely five months along, the imbecile still had to wait for his last trimester to bitch for real.

Although when they slept together, Allen was usually a lot more relaxed the next day. Of course he couldn't be fully sure of this, but he noted that yes, the boy wasn't as tense when he tried to touch him. But that was probably because he let him completely exhausted after screwing him and he went to sleep almost immediately after they were done. He smiled mockingly. Everything would be much easier for the kid if he let Kanda come inside of him without making such a big fuss about it. He couldn't let any obvious marks on his skin that could give them away, the least the kid could do was let him have that. But the Moyashi was too childish and he got embarrassed so easily; although his excuse was that he had trouble cleaning himself thanks to his pregnancy. Kanda had offered to help him and the only thing he had gotten was a punch in the stomach, that's how much the kid disliked Kanda doing that to him. And that's why he kept on doing it, because there wasn't anything better than seeing that little face full of anger or embarrassment while he insulted him for doing that thing he hated so much again. Stupid Moyashi didn't know that only made Kanda want to do it even more. He definitely was a child.

A fucking child.

He clicked his tongue.

Someone was knocking on the door. It was Allen. He knew how to tell it was him for some reason he couldn't fully explain; perhaps it was the way he knocked or the way his footsteps sounded. Though this time was different and, again, he couldn't explain how he knew it was the kid. He frowned, reaching his door with a few long strides to open the door and ask the brat what was wrong.

What he wasn't expecting was for the imbecile to enter his room so abruptly right after he opened the door, practically bumping into him. Almost as if the idiot had been running away from something. He clicked his tongue again, a bit pissed off with that "hello".

"Oi, Moyashi. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, Kanda!'

Allen was already inside the room and was leaning against the wall while he tried to catch his breath. The dark-haired exorcist arched an eyebrow, locking the door after making sure the German inspector wasn't near. After that he concentrated his full attention on the Moyashi. Who wasn't wearing his usual clothes, but a long white coat like the ones the scientists from the scientific department used, a pretty big one for his small body since it almost covered him completely. But, despite that, he had Kanda's sweater in his arms, firmly gripping it against his chest. Allen was flushed and sweating slightly, his breathing still a little shallow.

Kanda's mind worked quickly. What the fuck…?

"Moyashi!"

"Eh?" the younger boy blinked, confused with why Kanda had snapped at him like that.

He pushed him against the wall, making sure the brat had no way out. And apparently Allen had realized Kanda wasn't planning on letting him go, because he was nervously looking at his surroundings, trying to find a way out this situation if necessary. Such a childish action would have made the samurai smile in any other situation if not because he wanted to know why the hell was his Moyashi in such conditions. Link? He didn't think so, not after the blonde had expressed again and again how much his relationship with Allen disgusted him. Lavi? No. Not if he valued his life even the tiniest bit. Besides, he called himself the brat's older brother after all. Could it be one of those new scientists? As soon as he found out which damn bastard had dared to…

"A penny for your thoughts, Bakanda?"

The younger boy was looking at him expectantly after blinking innocently or, in Kanda's eyes, stupidly. This idiotic Moyashi.

"Who was it?"

"Who…?"

He grabbed the kid by his shoulders, shaking him and making Allen let out a small startled gasp.

"Fuck, Moyashi! Just answer!"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, idiot!" the snow-haired boy snapped back, placing his hands on the older exorcist's chest, causing the sweater to fall down to the floor.

Kanda pulled away when, after having shaken the little imbecile so much, part of the while lab coat had slid down his shoulders. He blinked a couple of times. When the English noticed what the dark-haired man was looking at he blushed again, before trying to put the coat back into place. But Kanda didn't let him, in fact, he took hold of the white coat and yanked it off.

"No! Bakanda!'

Of course the Japanese wasn't expecting to see this when the white lab coat also ended up on the floor. The Moyashi was wearing a dress. Yes, a fucking dress. It was a light blue, almost white color; it had a lace and few other ribbons on the border of the skirt. But that wasn't what Kanda cared about right now; not the color, not the damn design, not that to anyone else this might seem adorable. But, fuck, the Moyashi was wearing a damn dress and he looked…good. The thing marked his stomach perfectly, as if it had been designed for that sole purpose only, as if to shamelessly invite anyone to touch that 'tummy' or whatever that stupid rabbit called it. The only thing he regretted (a bit) was that the dress came down to the boy's knees. He would have liked to see the Moyashi's legs for once, although he did that in a rather interesting manner already.

"Damn Bakanda. You're a damn imbecile," the boy muttered under his breath while he tried to pick up the lab coat from the floor, avoiding looking Kanda's eyes during the process, probably so he wouldn't see the hot blush coloring his pale cheeks (as if Kanda hadn't already seen it).

"Che. Moyashi, how the hell did you end up dressed like a girl? Did they finally catch you?"

Allen sighed, finally managing to pick up the coat from the floor, sitting down on the bed. He was still breathing a little heavily and Kanda wondered if it was because he had been running again despite that the Japanese (and everybody else) had forbidden him to do it. He frowned, ready to scold the Moyashi when the boy began to speak first.

"I had just finished filling that mountain of endless paperwork and I was about to go sleep when Johnny-san asked me for help," he sighed again before covering himself with the sweater like he usually tended to do. "What I didn't know was that he needed my help for 'that'."

The younger exorcist scoffed, stretching his legs, kicking them back and forth on the bed.

"He said he only need to add the finishing touches, and I barely had time to say no before he already had me decked out in this," the English finished, lying down on his side on the bed. "Everything was reasonably fine until more people starting showing up and…well…I ran out of there."

Now it was Kanda's turn to scoff. Childish, stupidly childish like always.

"But I managed to get your sweater! And, and I also took one of Tup-san's lab coats so no one else would see me," the small youth smiled, pleased with his accomplishment. "Link-san knows I'm here, so I think it's okay if I stay for a while."

"You shouldn't run, idiot. You could fall down and hurt yourself. Damn, you really are an imbecile."

"Well well, are you actually worried about me? That's new," Allen said, letting out a small laugh before closing his eyes, his body visibly relaxing.

"Stupid Moyashi. And the smartest thing you could think of doing was coming here?" he smiled meanly. "Did you want to show me you pretty little new dress?

Silence. He arched an eyebrow. His words were meant to get a reaction from the boy and start a fight that would undoubtedly lead up a to a good fuck. However, the idiot wasn't answering, something which was beginning to worry him for real.

"Oi. Moyashi?"

He neared the bed, noticing the boy was asleep. Yes, asleep. How the hell could someone fall asleep so quickly? But yes, the brat was breathing evenly, his eyes closed and his face relaxed. He was covered with his sweater, only Kanda's sweater, letting the dark-haired swordsman see a bit of his legs since most of the dress had risen up to his thighs. Kanda almost never got see Allen's legs, although he liked touching them since it never failed to make the other mad. It's just that they were long and slender, always catching his attention. Well, the Moyashi's body had always been interesting to him, how he could be so strong yet have the damn figure of a child. Perhaps it was because the brat's forte was his agility and that's how he had gotten so flexible and was so skilled when it came performing all those stupid circus tricks of his. Or, perhaps it was only because Allen was still a child and had the body of one.

He smiled, placing a knee on the bed, not even disturbing the boy's sleep with that. It must be real frustrating for Allen to have lost that ability thanks to his pregnancy, but Kanda would make sure he would get all that agility back again. For now, he just had to take advantage of what he had in front of him.

Placing his right hand on one of those long legs, he rubbed his thumb over the boy's soft skin, the rest of his fingers quickly following as he got used to the delicious sensation of that pale flesh. His hand went farther up, slipping inside the skirt, and then he clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Bakanda."

The other had opened his eyes and was looking at him with anger. Although that little face full of tiredness took away much of the matter's seriousness.

"Che. Why are you still wearing male underclothes?"

"What, did you want me put on panties for you, pervert?"

Kanda smiled again, leaning over the Moyashi to brush away a couple of white locks from that childish face, twirling them around his fingers. He knew the boy was looking at him with surprise, not used to his touches being so unusually gentle.

"Want to fuck, Moyashi?"

"You have such incredible tact," the younger boy said, turning around and giving the samurai his back. "You even asked me for my opinion. What a total gentleman you are."

There wasn't anything more fun than a stubborn Moyashi who actually wanted to have sex as much as him. He hugged him from behind as soon as he was on the bed, bringing his body closer to his own as much as possible while he buried his face in one the kid's shoulders. Kanda felt him tense when he placed one of his hands on his swollen stomach, successfully slipping inside the sweater the other stubbornly continued to cling to.

"Do you like that sweater so much that you don't leave it for anything?"

"I do like it, it's warm," he heard him whisper and, although he couldn't see his face, he was sure he had drawn a childish expression on his face as he answered his question. "Could you let me borrow some of your pants?"

"Che. What for? They don't fit you and you look good in the dress," he said, placing kisses on the younger male's neck, feeling him shiver in his arms.

"I don't like being like this! it's uncomfortable and…and…I don't know, it feels weird. Dresses are for women and I am not a woman!"

The Japanese didn't say anything to the English's stupid whining because he was too busy with the Moyashi's neck while his hand caressed that voluminous stomach. It was annoying having to listen to the kid's bitching, though he supposed listening to him complain was part of his "mission", which was the only reason he never stopped him. Of course, that didn't mean Kanda was going to pass up an opportunity like this to make the brat his again.

"She's kicking," he whispered when he felt those little nudges against the palm of his hand.

"I can tell, Bakanda," Allen sighed, shrinking slightly as Kanda continued to touch him.

"You really are unbearable today." He gave the kid's neck a long lick, making another shiver run through that small body. "You're not usually this sassy."

"I'm sleepy, I'm tired, my back hurts," the brat listed, trying to pull down the dress despite that Kanda's touches didn't stop. "And I'm cold thanks to this stupid dress. Of course I'm unbearable."

"Che. You know I can always help you get warm again." He gently bit the lobe of the other's ear, pleased with the soft moan he heard.

"You really want me to kick you down there, don't you?"

Kanda frowned. Not because Allen's behavior angered him (he was practically used to it, his pregnancy hadn't made any big changes on his real personality), but because he remembered what had happened in the cafeteria that morning. Fuck, he didn't even know why he was remembering that now, but he supposed it had to do with the Moyashi's behavior. This morning the brat had acted like sweet, polite child and had been so disgustingly affectionate (affectionate, fuck) with that damn vampire.

"Kanda?" Allen murmured, perhaps wondering why the other's touches had stopped all of a sudden. "Are you mad?"

The other had turned his head, looking at him from the corner of his eye. Kanda clicked his tongue again, using his free hand to begin unbuttoning the dress, much to the boy's horror.

"Kanda!"

"What? I have a right over you, stupid kid. So shut up and stay still."

"What the hell are you talking about, Bakanda? You don't have any right over me!"

Allen's eyes went wide when Kanda pulled away from him only to turn the boy on his back, placing himself on top of him without fully leaning against him, but still restricting his movements.

"What is wrong with you?" the English yelled, angry, though the older of the two could see the obvious wariness in his silver gaze.

"You shouldn't have let me fuck you if you didn't want to belong to me, brat," he muttered, grabbing the kid by the back of his head to pull him into a bruising kiss.

He felt the other's hands weakly trying to push him away, though Kanda wasn't sure if he was really hurting him or not. He pulled away to see the boy's face, see the blush on his cheeks and the couple of tears that had formed in his gray eyes.

"Moyashi."

"Idiot, I don't know what's with this sudden display of supposed masculinity, or where the hell it came from. You know perfectly well I only do these things with you, you're a stupid insecure asshole if you react like that for nothing. I already explained to you what happened with the lab coat and the dress, so I don't understand why you're acting like this."

"I'm not that talking about that, imbecile," he muttered, without moving an inch despite that he could feel the other's swollen stomach against his abdomen.

"Then? Explain yourself because I don't understand. And get off, you're suffocating, you great oaf."

Incredible, the kid was acting like he had a backbone all of a sudden. He pulled away from the boy, knowing it had been wrong to trap him like that, but that didn't mean he was going to apologize. Allen sighed, sitting down on the bed though he was still bracing himself with his hands while he turned around to face him. It had been a long time since Kanda had seen him with that look full of determination in his eyes, but he supposed it was because the kid thought he held the winning cards in his hands. And, fuck, he probably did.

"And well? What's your excuse?" Allen crossed his arms again, fixing the dress again until it covered his legs.

"Che." Kanda avoided looking at his eyes, although he wasn't sure why. He just didn't want to show himself like this, it wasn't like him to act so impulsively after all. "Why the hell were you acting so touchy-feely with that weepy vampire?"

"I already told you Krory isn't a vampire, Bakanda. But…wait, are you jealous of Krory?"

He was laughing. The little brat was laughing at him. He was even trying to muffle his chuckles. Kanda frowned again.

"Oi! Shut up!"

"You're acting like a child, Kanda."

"You're the brat here, stupid."

Allen stopped laughing although he kept that radiant smile on his lip, perhaps happy to be able to laugh at Kanda again."

"Krory feels particularly close to Lavi and me because we were the first exorcists he met. Or at least that's what I think," Allen reasoned, looking at the ceiling with an air of distractedness. "It's normal for him to be happy to see us. Besides, why lie? I was also very happy when he woke up, he slept for almost six months. I'm glad he's better."

"Is that why you let him hug you? Is that why you hugged him? Stupid Moyashi, you don't let anyone touch you, why can he?"

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to say that. Hearing it out-loud sounded so stupid, but it pissed him off seeing the Moyashi so willing to let that man touch him when he always refused to let Kanda do it, when he had practically ran into that bastard's arms. Besides, he was the one. He was the boy's original partner in this mission. That baby inside the Moyashi was originally going to be his. Of course he was annoyed to know he had such an intimate relationship with Allen.

"Bakanda," the younger boy sighed, smiling gently, "I really never expected to hear you say something that stupid, but alright. Krory is my friend, just like everyone else in the Order is my friend. You're something else."

"Che. Something else."

"Yes."

To hell with this. He neared the other again, who seemed to be patiently waiting for him. He drew a half-smile on his face before pulling the kid into another deep kiss, bringing that small body closer to his own so he could feel that stomach against him again. Allen surprisingly wrapped his arms around him, although a lot gentler than him, satisfied with this arrangement.

"And only you can touch here where your son is," he heard the Moyashi say, in a small whisper close to his ear that ended in a kiss. "Although it's still embarrassing and annoying."

When his hand drifted down to pat that place he was surprised to see Allen wasn't doing anything to stop him. Allen only breathed softly while he leaned against one of the samurai's shoulders without once breaking the embrace. Kanda could still feel those little nudges; he wondered if they had been there all along, but he'd rather not ask that. Instead of that he pulled away a bit, making the other exorcist look at him with confusion, apparently wondering if he had done something wrong. He hoped the other's doubts would go away when he pressed their lips together in a new kiss, this one a lot less rough and needy then the one before that the brat had barely been able to keep up with.

He supposed the other wasn't expecting him to thrown him in the bed, facedown; stopping only to admire the suggestive position of the idiot in his bed like that.

"What the hell…? Bakanda!"

Allen's words died before they could take form when Kanda caressed his chest through the dress, squeezing one the boy's nipples with thumb and forefinger and making him let out a couple of complaints that made him smile with malice.

"You're right, the dress is pretty thin. But don't worry about the cold, it'll go away soon," he murmured in his ear before placing himself on top of him, not leaning his full weight against him. "Tell me, Moyashi. Does it hurt when I do this?"

He barely pinched one the kid's nipples, ripping a small cry from out of the other's throat.

"Y-yes! Idiot!"

Kanda clicked his tongue, leaving that part of the other exorcist's body alone to use that hand to brush away a couple of those white tresses so he could so he could lick the conch of English's ear, pleased to hear those soft moans again. While he entertained himself with that he used his free hand to push the dress up to the other's back; he could have taken it off but, would he really have another opportunity to take him dressed like this? He didn't think so.

"Kan-da, what are you doing?"

"Stupid Moyashi," he murmured again, licking the pale expanse neck being offered to him. He'd much rather hear those sounds of pleasure from the kid than the annoying protests and relentless questions he had to tolerate as part of his mission.

He pressed his hips against the other's back, he himself letting out a light groan at the feeling. He began to move his hips, rubbing himself against Allen's body despite his almost inaudible complaints about how embarrassing that was. Of course he did nothing else but ignore him, specially because the hand he wasn't using to brace himself against the bed was now between the boy's legs, slowly stroking him through his clothes. There was no doubt that the brat was as hard as him even if he would never admit it.

Sitting up, he flicked dark bangs out of his face while he looked as the boy laid down on the bed despite that his stomach wouldn't allow him a true comfortable position. But Kanda grabbed him by his hips to raise them up in the air, placing them in a perfect position for what he intended to do. Unbuckling the belt of his pants, he made quick work of his zipper. The stupid rabbit had said they shouldn't do it with their clothes on but, fuck, he was too hot and the situation called for it.

"In-in this position?" a nervous Allen asked, probably more scared by the sounds he had hear since he could barely turn his hear around to look at him, not that he actually wanted to.

"You'll see how you like it," he said through gritted teeth, grinding his recently freed erection against other's ass. He let out a low hiss when he heard a moan slip past the boy's lips between all the complaints and bitching.

Regardless of that he had to pull away and look for the little bottle of lubricant. This damn kid, he knew he couldn't fuck if he didn't use that thing. He found the bottle quickly enough, after all, it was something he used almost daily and he always remembered where he had last used it no matter how delirious he had been after a good screw. Opening the bottle, he warmed up the cool liquid with his fingers since the brat always complained if he applied it as it was. Using his free hand he rid the boy of everything but the dress he had on, introducing one his fingers in that tight heat. The younger boy let out a soft cry while his hands fisted the bed sheets, gripping them with his hands and burying his face in the pillows. Stupid and childish Moyashi. It was just one finger, something he fixed by adding a second one not long after, pushing both of them in while he held the other by his hips so he wouldn't think about pulling away.

"Crybaby."

The other didn't answer, only shook his head while he firmly shut his eyes. Yes, he was definitely a crybaby. He let out a small laugh when, as he slid in three fingers at the same time, the kid arched his back. He knew the brat liked it, he liked it when Kanda screwed him but for some stupid reason he refused to admit it. Perhaps it had something to do with his pride as man or something like that. Either he didn't care, his fingers brushing against that place that made Allen cover his mouth with his hands to try and muffle his moans while the swordsman's right hand continued to stroke his male.

Allen didn't take long to finish, his breathless moans making Kanda draw a wicked smile on his lips, feeling his fingers be gripped by the boy's inner walls and his other hand be soiled with semen. He pulled away completely from him to let him breath, watching as the English tried to get his breath back after such a violent orgasm. Licking the fingers of his left hand, Kanda tasted the boy's essence again. This kid was definitely full of contradictions, some of them really interesting ones. Though that didn't matter much now.

Lathering his cock with the slippery lubricant, he pressed his member against the other exorcist's entrance.

"It's my turn now, Moyashi," he whispered in his ear right before he entered him in one single, fluid thrust.

He let out a small grunt when he felt the boy's body gripping him so tightly, Allen gasping and closing his eyes. But Kanda knew he was blushing, knew he wanted more of him even if he dared not ask for it. That's why he pulled out until barely the tip of him remained inside, only to thrust back in with force, pleased with the muffled moan that came from the body underneath him.

Grabbing Allen by his hips, he buried himself in his body again and gain until he found a rhythm up to his standards, satisfied with how much more comfortable this position was for him. Brushing away the annoying long locks blocking his view, Kanda looked down at the kid: how his body moved in time with his thrusts, how that white hair stuck to his rosy cheeks, how he tried to muffle his moans as best as he could. He leaned against him a bit more to deepen the penetration, his hands slipping inside the blue dress. He ignored that swollen stomach, because what he wanted was to reach the boy's chest, touch that sensitive skin. Touching the boy's nipples with the tips of his fingers, he smiled when the little complaints spilling out of those pale lips grew in volume. They really did hurt him then, it was normal though, he supposed it was normal for them to hurt by this point.

Deciding to leave him alone so he could focus on making his thrusts even deeper, he once again placed his hands on the other's hips to hold him still and increase the pace of his movements. Parting his lips, he groaned softly every time his hips met the Moyashi's ass, closing his eyes so he could enjoy the sound of their flesh joining, enjoying it even more only because he knew it embarrassed the kid so much. A real bastard, that's what he was. But did it matter?

"Nhn. You're so tight."

Not if he could keep this up.

It didn't take long for him to increase the pace as well as the strength of his thrusts, wanting to finish as soon as possible. He would go for a second round after this if he felt up to it, and he knew he would. A new position, a new way to bring Allen to that sweet, rupturing release every time he touched his body the right way.

However he had to stop, brace his hand against the bed while he covered the boy's mouth with the other one to stop him from making any sound.

Someone was knocking on the door. And it wasn't the inspector, that wasn't the way he knocked. Kanda clicked his tongue, not moving despite that the kid underneath him was trying to push him off, probably due to fear or the embarrassment he would feel if someone saw them like this. Kanda waited, perhaps whoever that suicidal idiot knocking on his door was would give up and leave so him and the Moyashi could go finish what they were doing. But the knocking didn't stop, in fact, it only grew louder by the second. He frowned.

In the end he decided to pull out of the Moyashi, making sure the other wouldn't complain about the abruptness of the action by keeping his hand on the boy's mouth. The younger exorcist turned around to look at him when the Japanese let him go. Allen's cheeks were flushed red and his lips were trembling; plus he had an expression of absolute terror on his face that was reflected in his silver eyes. The samurai only sat up, leaving him on the bed as he was: terrified. He grabbed the messy bed sheets and covered Allen with them, who peeked out of them, probably wanting to know what the hell was going to happen now.

"Stay there," he told him, voice soft as he zipped himself back in. He hoped the bastard who'd dared to come bother him here in his room wouldn't notice he was still hard thanks to him.

Nodding, the Moyashi covered his face with the bed sheets and curled in the bed. Kanda clicked his tongue for the umpteen time, walking towards the door to kill whoever had forced him to stop right before he could finish.

Although he wasn't expecting to see that person standing outside his door.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

He could feel his heart beating against his ribcage like a drum, God, he could practically hear it. Actually, he was surprised the baby wasn't kicking him right now, but he supposed it was because he must have fallen asleep after all that movement Kanda and him had done. It happened for some reason he didn't know; that child growing inside of him always stopped moving after Kanda and him had sex. At first he had been afraid, though he didn't tell the Japanese about it because he found such a thing strange and even a bit embarrassing. But he had already gotten used to it, after all, in a couple of more hours he would feel those vigorous little kicks again.

Allen knew he was concentrating on the baby so he wouldn't have to think about what was happening right now. It was bound to happen one day, he knew that. One day they would be found out and they would be executed for their sinful practices. But he wanted to be with Kanda even though they only ever had sex or did nothing but be in each other's silence; something that happened very rarely. The truth was that they always ended in the older exorcist's bed, a thing that bothered Allen a bit. But if that was the price he had to pay to be with Kanda, then so be it.

Even if it was a mortal sin.

Swallowing with difficulty, he closed his eyes.

He heard Kanda opening the door. He didn't dare look again, even if he knew that it wouldn't make that much of a difference if the person knocking on the door decided to come inside to inspect the samurai's room. Allen was still covered in his own semen, there was no way he could possibly excuse himself. Stupid Kanda. The dress Johnny had made him was ruined and he didn't know how the hell he would be able to clean it, not without leaving a trace of their actions behind. Gritting his teeth, he cursed again: that stupid Kanda.

"You."

Blinking, he strained to hear more of what Kanda was saying, hoping to be a given a clue that could tell him who was standing outside the door.

"Yes, me. Allen-kun is with you, right? Is he alright?"

He knew that voice!

"Che. He's sleeping."

"Oh, I see."

It was Lenalee Lee. He squeezed his eyes shut, heat blooming across his cheeks. He prayed with all of his strength the girl wouldn't come in and see what they had done in Kanda's room. If she saw, he would never be able to look her in the face again, not if she discovered their secret. Lavi was one thing, but he was a bookman and knew about those things, even if that seemed strange to him. But this was Lenalee, a common girl who followed God's teachings and lived her life by the Bible's rules. Allen didn't even want to think about how horrified his friend would be if she knew of what Kanda and him did almost every day in this very room.

"And? Did you come here just to ask about that stupid Moyashi?"

"Ehm, no. Not precisely."

There was a silence where the only thing that could be heard was the sound of pages being flipped back and forth, a sound that to him seemed pretty strange.

"What the hell does this mean?"

"It means you have a mission, Kanda."

Allen's eyes widened with surprise. A mission? Kanda had a mission? But he wasn't supposed to have any! He shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

"Is Reever fucked in the head?"

"You shouldn't be so rude," Lenalee paused, as to why Allen had no idea. "Either way you have to go see him for the rest of the details."

"Whatever."

"Kanda."

"Che. What do you want?"

"I know you're worried bout Allen-kun and I'm sure Reever-san wouldn't send you on a mission if it wasn't absolutely necessary. But we'll take good care of Allen-kun. I promise."

Allen felt himself blush even more. Lenalee taking care of him, that would be a bit strange and even a bit humiliating, even though he knew he shouldn't feel like that because after all the girl was pretty strong. Although now he wouldn't be able to escape to Kanda's room when he wanted a moment of peace during the day, well, "peace" was putting actually stretching the truth.

He moved, peeking out of the covers, making sure the girl had left. When he saw Bakanda was the only one standing there he came out of his 'hiding place', shaking his head as he tried to fix his hair with his fingers. Though soon enough he felt a light weight on his head, making him look up and smile when he saw Timcanpy making himself comfortable on top of his head.

"What are you doing…?"

"You. You stupid, voyeuristic golem."

"Don't talk to Tim like that, Bakanda!"

Before he could take the golden golem in his arms, Tim snuck inside the dress, making a shiver run down his spine. Timcanpy still didn't understand that he wasn't as small as he used to be and that he shouldn't do these things anymore. Allen sighed, ignoring Kanda's furious expression. His golem was still little and Allen didn't mind if he kept doings those things while he still could, even if other people thought it was strange. He looked at Kanda, brushing white bangs away from his eyes before speaking.

"What? You know he doesn't show anyone the things he records of us."

"Che. Until now."

But Allen knew Tim wouldn't do it. He sighed again, glad Tim had decided to come out of that uncomfortable place to once again sit on top of his head. Kanda sat next to him, reading through the files Lenalee had given him, making the British boy lean over curiously to see what the papers held.

A mission. Bakanda had a mission. Sometimes he forgot that them, as exorcists, had to fulfill their duty by recovering Innocence. He had spent so much time with Kanda, seeing him every day, that he had almost forgotten how to be alone. He wondered if he would be able to bear that, not being able to be close to Kanda, not being able to run to his side when he needed to escape everyone else for a little while.

He sighed tiredly, so deep in thought that he was startled when the other exorcist leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes after just seconds of opening them to concentrate on Kanda's kiss, parting his lips to let the older man play with his tongue. He felt one of Kanda's hands on his face, fingers tracing the scar Mana had given him. He couldn't understand how this man was the same person who every day thought up of a different perverted way to make him his. This person definitely had a strange personality, one he would never be able to understand.

"It's only two weeks, stupid Moyashi."

Allen nodded slowly at Kanda's words, who had answered his questions before he had even asked it. He brought his left hand to his lips, finding them wet. He tried to not look sad because it wouldn't be right. He shouldn't act childishly or selfish, he shouldn't ask Kanda to tell Reever that he wanted to stay here so he could remain by Allen's side. That would never happen anyway,

"Take off the dress, it's all dirty."

He opened his eyes, slowly processing what the other had said. The dress! Cursing under his breath, he frowned.

"It's your fault, Bakanda!"

"Che. That's your semen, idiot."

His cheeks flushed violently, although he didn't stop looking at the Japanese with anger in his gaze. Now what was he going to do with this?

"Go take a bath. I'll follow you later."

"Take a bath? You mean in the hot waters?"

"I think it would be good for you. Don't worry about everyone else, no one would want to get in with me inside."

It was strange how Kanda knew of the fear everyone felt towards him and even stranger how he used it to his advantage. Allen swallowed before nodding despite the dark blush still plaguing his cheeks.

"What should I do with the dress?"

But Kanda didn't answer him. Because even Allen himself heard the strange sounds coming from the door. It was a loud sound, but it wasn't low enough for them not to hear it. Kanda frowned while he grabbed Mugen in his hand. Allen only blinked, hoping not to see a blood bath if it wasn't absolutely necessary despite that he knew that's what Kanda wanted when he opened the door.

Lavi was crouching down, just about to pick the lock and open the door. The red-head laughed nervously, trying to make himself look normal and pretend he wasn't just about to pick Kanda's lock.

"Get the fuck in already, stupid rabbit."

"Oh, Yu, I know you're happy to see me. Ah! Moyashi-chan! You're a total mess and…dirty. Is that dress?"

Allen covered himself with his arms, although he didn't know why since Lavi had already seen him. He scoffed. Now everyone in the Order would know he had been forced to wear a damn dress. Either way he tried to fix himself, getting off the bed seconds later. He would do what Kanda said, perhaps he did need a hot bath to relax a bit. He had been surviving by taking quick showers in fear someone would see him and he was beginning to miss taking a hot bath in the springs Komui had installed for them.

"It shows off your tummy real well, Moyashi-chan. You look real good."

"Shut your trap, rabbit."

"Jo, Yu-chan, you're so possessive. You even got all angry at Kuro-chan, it's not the poor guy's fault he was the first candidate to be the father of the Moyashi's baby."

"Che."

Allen was listening intently to what Lavi was saying while he picked up Tap's lab coat from the floor, covering himself with it. He would also have to wash that and the worst part was that he had no idea how to do it. After all, he couldn't just hand it in to be washed.

"You, stop thinking." He looked up when he heard Kanda's voice, knowing he was talking to him. "Don't worry about those clothes, just take it off when you get in the baths and I'll take care of it."

"You're so considerate sometimes, Yu."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up, fucking rabbit?"

Allen couldn't help but draw a small smile on his lips when he saw the samurai threaten to kill the bookman apprentice again for what seemed like the millionth time. He knew it wasn't right for him to laugh, but he couldn't stop himself. God, he couldn't believe he had once felt jealous of Lavi's relationship with Kanda. Well, his 'jealously' was still there, barely, but a lot more controlled. After all, Kanda would never do the things he did with him with anyone else.

"Then I'll go ahead," he said, cutting the other two before Kanda made good of his threats. "I'll wait for you in the baths, Bakanda."

"Wow, what a shameless invitation, Moyashi-chan. Oh! Look, there's Mugen."

The English youth laughed before leaving Kanda's room. He really was living through this after all. Well, the worst part was that he knew the way to the baths from Kanda's room almost perfectly. It was all the that bastard's fault, the father of the baby growing inside him. He walked quickly, trying to avoid running into anyone so he wouldn't have to answer their questions and listen to them talk about how cute his stomach looked. Why did everyone always tell him that? He didn't feel the least bit 'adorable', rather, he felt tired of the whole situation.

He checked the place before entering, making sure he was alone before getting undressed. Carefully taking off the dress, he hoped Kanda had been telling the truth when he had said he would take care of his clothes. He sighed as he grabbed one of the towels, walking towards one of the artificial hot springs. He smiled when he remembered the last time he had been here, quite a long time ago actually; it wouldn't have been a good idea to come either way, with his condition he would have attracted quite a bit of attention and requests to touch his stomach.

First, he checked the water with one of his feet, shoulders relaxing when he felt that hot water making contact with his skin. He ended up submerging most of his body in the waters, sighing with relief as he leaned against one of the edges of the spring. Yes, he had definitely missed this. He closed his eyes tiredly, finally relaxing completely. He knew he shouldn't fall asleep in here, it had happened once before and he had almost drowned. Timcanpy was still on top of his head, comfortable as he stretched and yawned. At least Tim was here, if he fell asleep his golem could wake him up.

The water was helping his tense muscles relax, though it wasn't as warm as it had been the last time he had been here. He wondered if it was his imagination or if Komui had lowered the temperature so Allen could bathe in here. Either way he felt really good, so he decided to stop thinking and let the water take away all the stress he had been feeling up until now. Even his swollen feet felt much better, a great relief for the young man. Now if only his back didn't hurt so much. He leaned back against one of the boulders, smiling at the cool texture against his skin.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, alone, almost falling asleep a couple of times if not for Timcanpy biting him every once in a while to wake him up. Allen only hoped he wouldn't end up bleeding, like he tended to do when Tim got more aggressive than normal. Despite that, his time alone came to an end when he heard the sound of someone getting in the water. He straightened up immediately, blinking with confusion. Had someone gotten in without his noticing it? It was possible.

"Kanda? Lavi?"

Nothing. Nothing yet.

"Huh, Allen?"

Allen's eyes went wide with surprise

"Krory?"

He saw the man sigh in the thick vapor of the springs, almost startling him. Krory was looking directly at him and that made heat rise in his cheeks, hoping the other exorcist would blame it on the heat. He looked anywhere but at the older man, pretending he wasn't as uncomfortable as he felt.

"I didn't know it was your turn to take a bath. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Ah? No!" he quickly shook his head, even if he was lying. It did make him feel uncomfortable, of course it made him feel uncomfortable. He was even uncomfortable when Kanda looked at him like this. But it would be rude to tell Krory to leave just because he didn't want to be seen by him. He swallowed, trying to relax again.

"Hum, Allen." He looked at Krory again, curious as to why the man was calling his name with so much uncertainty in his voice. Although he soon realized what was making the man feel like that when he finished his sentence. "Can I touch your stomach?"

Well, he knew it was bound to happen. He scoffed silently. It wasn't that bad, after all it was Krory, Lavi had made him remember the Romanian exorcist could have also been the father of this baby. Even though this baby was Kanda's, that damn antisocial bastard, the cause of all that pain in his lower back and hips.

"Okay," he muttered, hoping the other wouldn't noticed how irritated he was by all of this.

It didn't feel as bad as he thought it would when Krory placed a hand on his swollen stomach. At least he wasn't moving it, he simply left it there, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. Allen blinked.

"Is something wrong, Krory?"

"Ah, Lavi said the baby moved, but I don't feel anything."

Allen smiled without really knowing why. But for some reason, he began to relax again.

"He's sleeping, that's why he's not moving much."

"You know when he's asleep or awake?"

Allen nodded slowly, a bit proud in way for being able to tell the difference between the two. He wondered if it was normal for him to know or if he actually could tell the difference, but he had already convinced himself that he could.

"That's incredible, Allen!"

"It's not that great."

"It is! You're a boy and yet you can have babies, it's amazing!"

He cocked his head. Apparently Krory didn't know that his pregnancy wasn't exactly "normal". But he himself didn't know how to explain it, not when he didn't know very well how it had happened. So he decided not to say anything and let the other exorcist believe whatever he wanted.

What he wasn't expecting was to hear Kanda and Lavi's voices. Lavi's more than anything, who was spouting off his usual nonsense while Kanda simply answered him with his usual 'che'. Allen laughed softly to himself. Bakanda was really too reserved sometimes. Krory quickly pulled away from him, his expression fearful once he heard that second voice, the one that didn't belong to his friend Lavi. Allen understood Krory in a way, Kanda always seemed to cause that reaction in everyone and the Romanian exorcist probably didn't remember that it had been the dark-haired man who had carried him in his arms when they had been in the Arc. But Allen remembered that too clearly without really knowing why, he simply liked to think that deep down Kanda could have a bit of team spirit if he really tried.

"Kuro-chan! Why you, taking advantage of the Moyashi-chan!" Lavi laughed loudly, making Allen and maybe Krory let out a startled gasp.

"Take advantage…? How?" Krory looked at the red-head with confusion, making the bookman apprentice laugh even louder.

"Ah, Kuro-chan. Sometimes I wonder if you're really twenty-eight years old."

The British youth had still been looking at Krory and Lavi interact when he felt Kanda sit down very close to him, almost making him feel a bit wary. He looked at him from the corner of his eye, not knowing how to act in this kind of situation. Lavi knew about them, yes, but Krory didn't. And he was almost positive that if the older exorcist found out about it he would be more than scared.

"Yu and I are leaving for a mission tomorrow, Moyashi-chan."

His attention focused on Lavi once those words were out of the red-head's mouth, blinking a couple of times before asking:

"Then you're going together with Kanda?"

His answer came in the form of a loud scoff from Kanda's part, which made the boy smile a bit. At least Kanda would be with Lavi, perhaps that way the red-head would be able to control him a bit, though he was almost sure controlling that idiot was practically impossible.

"I am also going on a mission tomorrow," Krory said, sounding pretty excited.

"You're going on a mission already?" he asked, worried, after all Krory had just woken up.

"Reever-san said my injuries have healed pretty well and that it would be better for me if I had some akuma blood," the older exorcist explained, proud to be returning to battle so soon, and in a way that made Allen feel a little better. If Krory was happy with that then he guessed it was okay.

"They had to send Kanda because there aren't any other exorcist left, they're all on missions," Lavi butt in, before the snow-haired boy could say anything. "Miranda's going with Krory and I'll be accompanying Yu tomorrow. There's been a lot of akuma activity as of late for some reason."

"Then…Lenalee and I will be the only ones left in the Order, right?"

"Yes, and Hevlaska, of course."

He nodded before looking at Kanda again. The Japanese had his hair pulled up, his arms crossed and his eyes closed, looking like he was meditating in the water. Or maybe he was just ignoring them because he didn't want to listen to them. Allen smiled. He still couldn't believe it was precisely him, Allen Walker, the one who was able to knock this antisocial and homicidal man out of his precious balance.

"Two-Dots said he wants you in your room after this, so you might want to hurry up or you'll get in trouble," the red-head let him know, snapping him out of his stupor.

"Eh, yes."

He didn't want to leave, although he would feel more comfortable if he was alone with Kanda. And tonight, tonight he couldn't sleep with the Japanese. Would he have to wait for two whole weeks to do that? Suddenly he realized the whole meaning of Kanda leaving for that long. He hoped he wouldn't lose it, sometimes the dark-haired exorcist was the only one who could keep him in check. Well, almost always.

"Che. Let's go, Moyashi." He looked up to be met with Kanda holding out his hand for him. "I'll take you to your room, you're probably so stupid you'll get lost in the way there."

"I'm not an idiot, Bakanda!"

Allen was trying to 'keep up appearances', but regarldess of that he took Kanda's hand, feeling a bit happy to be able to touch the man in public. He quickly wrapped himself up in the towel, even if the thick vapor of the springs didn't really give much to see.

"What about my clothes?" he whispered once they were far away from the other two.

"I got back your granny nightgown, don't worry. Those horrible pants, too."

"How considerate of you," he said dryly, although secretly thankful. He hated those clothes, but they were much better than the dress. "And what about the dress?"

"I took care of that, idiot."

"How…?"

"I got rid of it, simple as that."

He opened his eyes in horror.

"But Johnny-san and Tup-san made that! Bakanda!"

He became irritated when Kanda simply looked at him, not understanding why Allen was making such a big fuss about such a little thing.

"I won't let anyone else look at you dressed like that, Moyashi."

His cheeks flushed, damn it. He turned away, hoping Kanda hadn't seen the blush on his face. It was wrong for his body to react like this, after all, all of this embarrassed him. He scoffed, dressing once he had his clothes nearby. The Japanese was also dressing with his back turned to him, slowly, as if he also wanted to take as long as long as possible. Allen bit his lower lip when he grabbed the cream colored sweater. Kanda had brought it for him, and a smile formed on his lips.

"You're not as bad as you pretend to be, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."

He smiled without being able to stop. Kanda was a horrible bastard to everyone, even to him. But he was feeling happy for what seemed like the first time in a long time. He couldn't believe it was this stupid Bakanda who had made him feel that way.

"Hey, Kanda."

"What do you want, Moyashi?"

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight? Please?"

Allen knew Kanda was looking at him despite that he still had his back to him while he carefully put on the sweater. He felt warm and relaxed, that bath had done him wonders.

"You know we can't do that today, imbecile."

"Yes we can. In my room we can."

"Are you crazy? That fucking inspector's going to be there, he won't leave the room just because you ask him to. Besides, your damn room doesn't have a lock and anyone can go in there whenever they want," he said the last part through gritted teeth, annoyed that anyone could have such easy access to Allen's room.

"We don't have to do anything. Just sleep. Nothing else."

He turned around to look at Kanda, who was looking at him with disbelief, with an expression that said he didn't believe they could spend a night together without a fast quickie before going to sleep. Allen smiled, a bit amused. Bakanda wouldn't agree, he was almost sure of that. After all, the price Allen had to pay to be able to sleep with the man afterwards was sex, or at least that's the way he saw it. That's why he was surprised when he saw Kanda nod his head.

"You do know the inspector is going to look at us with disgust regardless of what we do, don't you?"

Now it was Allen's turn to nod. Of course Link would look at them wrong, he always did, but he was okay with his inspector's silence. The blonde man always behaved accordingly with them after all. Howard Link wasn't bad as Kanda painted him. Just like Timcanpy, the golem who was now perched on one of his shoulders, looking at his surrounding with interest.

"Then are you going to sleep with me? Just like that?"

"Che. I have to wake up early in the morning, you know that right?"

"I know."

Kanda frowned, closing the distance between them, startling him a bit. Even though the small kiss he gave his lips startled him even more.

They reached Allen's room after a couple of minutes, walking through the corridors a lot slower than Kanda tended to walk. It almost seemed like they were out on a walk, if not because the samurai was ahead of him, guarding his distance from the English. But Allen noticed, he noticed how the other slowed down so he could catch up with him.

He wasn't surprised to see Link inside when he opened the door, writing one of his many reports. He didn't seem too happy to see Kanda here, Allen could tell by the way he was looking at the Japanese. Allen tried to break the tense atmosphere, but these two always fought silently, always frustrating him.

"Hum, aren't you going to go for your pajamas, Kanda?"

He heard the man click his tongue before leaving the room, leaving him alone with Link's gaze resting heavily on his shoulders.

"What's going on, Walker?"

"Kanda's going to sleep with me, but now that way!" he added quickly when he saw the kind of expression his inspector had made. "He's just going to sleep in my room, is that okay?"

"You do know I won't let you have sex in here. I'll report you for lack of morals if you even think about it."

"I promise nothing weird will happen!" he promised, hoping he would be able to control Kanda.

He relaxed a bit once he sat on his bed. Link had turned his back to him, dressing silently like always. Allen sighed, searching through his drawers for something to sleep in. He had to get dressed before Kanda came back.

Luckily for him he found something that still fit him, thanks to Lavi he had been able to attain new clothes, though he wasn't sure where the red-head had gotten them. He was glad that the bookman apprentice hadn't gotten him any women's clothing and had at least bough him a sort of masculine pajama. Sort of, because he was sure they were still for girls. But they were better than nothing. Hew saw Timcanpy throw himself at the pillows, though Allen wasn't sure if his golem knew Kanda would be spending the night with them today.

There wasn't any time to explain, because Kanda was already back, without bothering to knock first before entering his room. Allen frowned, pouting. Stupid Bakanda and his lack of manners. And Kanda's sleepwear wasn't really that, though it didn't matter much in the end. Allen was only happy that he could spend the night with the cause of all his problems and relieves.

"Scoot over, Moyashi," he said, as rudely as always, completely ignoring the German as the blonde man observed them. "You better not move too much or I'm leaving."

"I'll try not to, Bakanda," he smiled lightly despite that Timcanpy was on him, complaining about the intruder sleeping on the bed that supposedly belonged to them and only them.

An uncomfortable silence took over the room. Well, Kanda and him were so used to having sex before going to bed that he couldn't manage to fall asleep despite that they had done it a while ago even if Kanda hadn't been able to finish. Allen sighed, laying on his side so he could face the Japanese.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Kanda," he whispered despite that the other had spoken loud and clear. "Because of Lenalee you couldn't, eh…that."

Allen tensed when Kanda turned around to look at him. He could barely see his face in the darkness, but he was sure the other was looking at him, in a way only he knew how. He felt a gentle touch on his face and a pair of lips on his own, though the kiss wasn't as sweet as the warm hand on his cheek, it turned deep and lasted a while. When Kanda finally let him go he took a deep breath, cheeks burning up.

"We can't…"

"Shh. I know."

Kanda laid down again, apparently determined to ignore him. He didn't know if Kanda was tired of him or if he was just doing his best to control himself. Allen didn't want Kanda to do that, not really, even though he knew Link would make good of his threat.

He moved a bit to get closer to the other, swallowing when he reached out with his right hand.

"Oi. What are you doing?"

Allen didn't answer him. He laid down slowly, making Kanda's head rest on his left shoulder. He began to brush his hair, carefully running his fingers through the Japanese's dark locks. Allen smiled when he felt the other exorcist begin to relax bit by bit while he continued to brush his hair, delicately massing the samurai's temples. He couldn't offer him his body right now, but the least the boy could do was give him something to make him feel more relaxed.

"Moyashi."

The younger exorcist didn't say anything, not even when Kanda called him. He ended up hugging him, burying his face in the dark-haired man's shoulder. Kanda was always so warm, despite his cold attitude towards everyone, he was warm. But with Allen he was different, when he was with him the man showed him he could be as passionate and as compulsive as Allen himself.

"Wake me up before you leave, Kanda. Please."

"Che," was the only thing the dark-haired exorcist, wrapping his arms around him with a gentleness he rarely, if ever, saw in him.

He leaned against Kanda's body, letting a couple of tears run down his cheeks. He didn't want the man to leave, he didn't want him to. But what else could he do?

They were exorcists. They were still exorcist despite this sinful relationship they had. Despite this special mission they shared.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

He threw on the long, black coat after he had tied Mugen on his back. It was the first time he would be using this uniform for a mission, he just hoped he got used to it soon otherwise it would be come a hindrance while fighting. He had spent the majority of his time training, so he was sure his abilities hadn't dulled once bit while he had been out of service. His black golem flew at his side, although the thing began to flutter its wings irritatingly when a golden golem tried to play with it, throwing bite after bite at the black one without a care in the world.

"Oi. Control your golem, Moyashi."

"Tim is just playing, Bakanda."

Kanda glanced at him, frowning at the sight of the smaller exorcist wearing the cream colored sweater that practically belonged to him now.

"It's going to destroy the other golem if it keeps biting him."

Allen laughed before calling his golem to his side, who as always hid inside the Moyashi's clothes despite that he was too big now to pull that off. Kanda scowled. Stupid golem.

Kanda heard another yawn. It was still pretty early, but the idiot had insisted on being awake even if he lost Kanda a couple of minutes by waking him up. Either way the rabbit wasn't here yet, so that meant he still had time.

He was surprised to feel Allen's small hands fixing the collar of his uniform, telling him an exorcist should always look presentable and that a crooked collar wasn't a good way to give a good first impression.

"Che. Stop acting like my wife, Moyashi," he said, sure the other would blush and would leave his uniform alone.

And it worked, because Allen quickly pulled way, trying to hide the dark blush on his cheeks.

"Stupid Bakanda."

The Japanese smiled, a tint of amusement in it. This stupid kid still didn't realize that his childish attitude didn't help Kanda control his urges one bit. He would never admit it, but he was going to miss him.

"Kanda."

"What?"

He was knocked out of balance when the boy grabbed his face in his pale hands, making Kanda lean down a bit so he could kiss him. Well well, the Moyashi had finally initiated a kiss by himself; a chaste and short one, but a kiss nonetheless. Of course he wasn't expecting Allen to open the collar of his uniform after he had put all that effort into fixing it. He was about to ask what the hell the brat was doing, even though he wouldn't have been that annoyed by it if he didn't have to leave for a mission in a couple of minutes. But feeling the Moyashi's lips on his neck made his breath catch in his throat, his brain trying to process if this really was that easily embarrassed kid who shied away from most of his touches half the time. And his doubts only increased when he felt a light suction motion on the skin of his collarbone followed by a light bite. He drowned out a soft grunt, closing his eyes at the feeling.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing/"

Allen pulled away from him, lickings his lips while that red color took over his cheeks. He looked away almost immediately, speaking when Kanda could no longer see his expression.

"What you did to me once, Bakanda."

"Idiot, what do you think I always try to avoid when I kiss you?"

"I know, I know," the boy sighed. "But you're leaving on a mission, no one's going to notice. Unless someone…unless someone tries to get smart with you."

Now he looked at him, the little idiot. Kanda arched an eyebrow.

"At least they'll know you have someone home, no?"

Kanda couldn't help but smile at the other's naïve attitude. He would always be a kid.

"Stupid Moyashi."

The boy was already fixing his collar again, except that this time Kanda let him. He simply looked at those red cheeks, how the brat gently bit his lower lip, probably trying not cry in front of him.

"Promise me something, Moyashi."

"Eh?" the younger boy fixed Kanda's coat before looking at him with those stunning silver eyes.

"Promise me you won't get hurt."

"You're the one who should promise me that, Bakanda," the English looked away, perhaps because he had reminded him he was leaving soon.

"Nothing's going to happen to me. No you promise me you won't get hurt."

"I promise, idiot."

In the end, the boy hadn't been able to keep his tears at bay. Allen wrapped his arms around him, trying his hardest not to let Kanda see him cry. A child, he was a child. Sighing, he returned the kid's embrace, grabbing a couple of those soft white locks that made the boy look years older than he really was.

"You shouldn't cry, imbecile. Have a bit of pride."

He felt the other shake his head, his head still buried in one of the swordsman's shoulders. Kanda clicked his tongue, pulling away from the other as gently as possible. The Moyashi wiped his tears away with his left hand, looking at him from under his lashes.

"You better take of care of my daughter while I'm gone, idiot."

Allen laughed between half-sobs. It was a sound that had stopped bothering him a long time ago and that now made his heart beat faster despite how much he denied it.

"Alright. I'll make sure of that."

Kanda smiled. He was about to kiss him, almost ready to damn the mission to hell if not because Lavi began to knock on the door rather loudly. At least the dumbass had learned his lesson (for now) about knocking before opening the door.

"Yu-chan, it's time go!"

"Che."

He opened the damned door so the idiot wouldn't wake up the whole Order with all that racket, if only for that. He didn't want to have more people trying to see him off, one was more than enough.

"Moyashi-chan! Are you going to miss me too?"

"Of course, Lavi."

The younger boy let himself be hugged by the red-head, he even smiled when the rabbit made an even bigger fool of himself by sobbing about how he would miss teasing him every day.

"Put a sock in it, damn rabbit."

"Jo. Don't get jealous, Yu."

"Che. These two weeks are going to be endless."

"You should at least thank Reever for giving us a mission so close to the Order."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Be careful, please."

He looked at Allen. Saw how he was trying to keep himself from crying again. Not caring that the rabbit was there, he cupped the boy's face in his hand. He ended up kissing him, introducing his tongue inside the other's mouth, stealing his breath again. Licking Allen's lower lip when he pulled away, he gave him one last chaste kiss.

"Ah! Don't do that in front of my innocent eye!"

"Shut up, rabbit."

"You should leave now. I bet the finders are getting frustrated," Allen suggested, crossing his arms."

"You're acting like Yu's wife, Moyashi-chan," Lavi said, failing at muffling his laughter.

"I'm not!"

"You should go see him off at the port!"

"Get the hell out already, stupid rabbit."

"You're both mean," the red-head cried before laughing again, shutting the door behind him before things could get violent.

"Stupid Lavi," the younger boy said under his breath.

"Moyashi."

"It's Allen," the other whispered, although without a trace of anger, knowing no one would call him that for a while after today.

"I promise to come back as soon as possible."

The Moyashi looked at him again, lashes still wet with tears. Wiping them away, the boy smiled sweetly at him, a smile for him only. Kanda placed a hand on the other's stomach, getting a little kick as his answer. He would miss her too. He hoped the two would keep each other company, would take care of each other. He smiled with irony, scoffing. He was thinking such ridiculous things, but feeling those little soft nudges from his Moyashi's stomach made it impossible for him to think coherently.

Brushing away a couple of those snowy locks from the boy's face, he kissed the inverted pentagram carved on his forehead. A scar that showered he was cured. That they were both tied together in more ways than one.

"Kanda."

"Bye, Moyashi."

Allen nodded again while more tears formed in his eyes. But he couldn't do anything else to make him stop crying, he only hoped the boy would be able to bear it. That he would be able to bear it.

He closed the door behind him, leaving the Moyashi inside. He knew the idiot was still crying, and that bothered him a lot. Idiot, stupid little kid, imbecile. A damn child. He gripped his suitcase with force, falling into step with Lavi while he ignored the idiot's babbling like always. Then he stopped. Slipping his left hand in the front pocket of his pants, he curled his fingers around something. He carefully took it out, knowing how fragile the thing was. The anzan omamori. He looked back at the room, thinking, just thinking while he stood in the middle of the corridor.

"Yu-chan?"

Kanda clicked his tongue.

What a stupidity, the damn thing was nothing but a joke.

He grabbed his suitcase again, turning his back to the room as he regained his step, followed by a confused red-head who wouldn't stop asking him questions about what had just happened.

Frowning, he set his mouth in a thin line.

Yes, it was nothing but a joke.

To be Continued…

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End Notes: I took longer with this chapter because, well, it was a lot longer then all the other ones, and because I was crying every once in a while as I translated it because…well, a couple of days ago I looked back at my updating schedule for this baby, and let me just say 'ouch', was I taken by surprise. I didn't know we were so close to that particular part in the story. The next three chapters are gonna be hard, real hard to translate. And painful, definitely painful for me and for you guys. Just looking at them makes me wince. Don't get me wrong, they're magnificent chapters and I love them more than life itself, but some parts will make you want to kill Kini-san and maybe me as well. Not that I'll let you of course (ha, I'd much rather sell my brothers to a junkie than let anyone harm a hair in my querida's head. Me? I'm not as important as her ha ha), but I'm just warning you guys. Either way, you'll be happier than I am now, waiting for the original version to update D: I'm dying here without my fix -sobs- cliffhangers can be so evil.

Thanks for the reviews, seeing them always makes me smile! Keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming, they give me the strength to face my junior year like a real man!…eh, woman, girl, thing, whatever. Cough. Ehem, I hope to see you on my next update soon, dears~