A/N- I had one of those moments where the story decided to take over. I was planning to write this in third person, but twice while I was in a writing groove and not paying full attention it slipped into first person. It must have been meant to be because writing this one got a lot easier after I switched. So I present to you a chapter from Kanda's POV.

WARNING: Under 's new stricter take on their ratings, this chapter might merit an M. There isn't a lemon or any other detailed doings (still hiding from the authorities), but it gets intense toward the end.

7/3 flame.

I stalked through the halls of the Order with a deep scowl on my face. Everyone was rushing around to put together a surprise birthday party for Komui, and all of it was pissing me off. Everywhere I turned, I was tripping over someone or some decoration.

"Yuu!" Called a certain suicidal bunny, who was pushing his way through a knot of finders carrying banners and streamers. "Come help set up. It will be fun!"

My eye twitched. Only the baka usagi was crazy enough to delude himself into thinking I could be lured into doing anything by a claim of 'fun.' "Hell no," I said, brushing past the over-enthusiastic redhead. "I'm going to practice. If anyone wants to bother me, just remember I'll have Mugen out already."

The training room was mercifully empty. It wasn't surprising seeing as the majority of the Order was running around upstairs like chickens with their heads cut off. The silence down there was great. I took a deep breath to sink into concentration and slowly drew Mugen. If only I could spend all the time with swords; they were silent and they never tried to get me involved in stupid things.

I was half way through a long a pattern dance when there was a loud crash from somewhere overhead followed by a string of muffled curses. It startled me, making me put my foot down strangely and pitch forward. Instead of trying to catch my balance, I let the falling momentum carry me into a roll, holding Mugen out of harm's way to the side. I came up cursing from frustration; every move in a pattern dance had to be perfect so I would have to start over again. I considered shouting back a suggestion to shut the fuck up, but it wasn't worth it. No one would listen.

I just wanted this stupid party to be over. Then the Order could go back to it's usual self. Most everyone still annoyed me on even a good day, but at least it wasn't as noisy or hectic. I stood in the middle of the room in the beginning stance of the pattern, fucking again. I closed my eyes and cast of all my annoyance to achieve the meditative state necessary for successful fighting.

I managed to finish my first pattern and nearly complete another before I was interrupted again. This time, I was able to keep my composure and ignore the door slamming open.

"YUU!"

I swung into the next move, which conveniently brought Mugen an inch away from Lavi's neck. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"Eep!" Lavi said in response, swallowing cautiously. He slithered away from the blade and returned to his normal, hyper self. "The party is about to start! Come on, we have to get into possition for the surprise." He paused, considered me for a moment, and then said, "And you need to change. You can't go to a party in those ratty practice clothes."

I fumed and scowled. "Why the hell not?"

Lavi smiled; he had the perfect ammunition. "Allen will be there."

That got my attention. Moyashi had been so busy lately that I hadn't seen him for more than a few moments at a time for quick, stolen kisses over the past week. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me. I sighed and feigned disinterest. "Fine. You're just going to keep being a nuisance if I don't anyway."

"Yay! Be in the cafeteria in fifteen minutes to get set for the surprise." Lavi bounced out of the training room and up the stairs. I couldn't say he was sad to see the excitable rabbit go.

Once I was back in my room, I set Mugen carefully on the sword stand and then tossed my practice clothes out of the way. What should I wear? I wanted something that would seduce my Moyashi. This thought was in my head for barely a second before I slapped himself on the forehead. What the hell was I doing fretting over my wardrobe like some stupid schoolgirl? I growled and threw on a nice pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt. It was the kind of outfit I only had because Tiedoll made me wear it when he wanted to have a nice "family" dinner. I didn't like wearing it, but maybe it would pass inspection and Lavi wouldn't bug me about my clothing again. I told myself it didn't have anything to do with wanting to look good for Moyashi.

The cafeteria was dark when I arrived. I could barely see the outlines of banners and balloons. Lenalee had gone way overboard, just like he figured she would. I couldn't see anyone, so I wondered where they were all hiding. I started to make my way across the room, thinking maybe the kitchen, when a hand shot out from beneath a table and pulled me under the table cloth.

"Well look who showed up," Lavi said just a bit too cheerily for my tastes. He must have some sort of super sight, because he then commented, "You clean up nice. Have any special plans for tonight?"

I threw my elbow in the direction of his voice. I was satisfied with the thump and muffled yelp; I hoped I got his face.

He grumbled a bit about me being violent for no reason. Then she suggested, "Be ready to jump out. Komui will probably turn on the lights, so that's our cue."

It wasn't long before we could hear footsteps walking down the hall outside of the cafeteria. There was a bit of muffled giggling from somewhere off to the left quickly smothered and followed by a chorus of shushing. Lavi tensed to spring. I didn't bother. I was here to find Moyashi and drag him off somewhere more private, not for the surprise.

The light flicked on seconds later, and everyone leaped out with an enthusiastic shout of "surprise!" I joined them because I didn't want to stay under the tablecloth all night, but I crossed my arms and said, "che," instead.

Somewhere at the front, Komui was hugging Lenalee and crying in his melodramatic way. I just rolled my eyes.

"Now don't be too sour, Yuu," Lavi whispered, "This is a birthday party remember; you have to be happy."

I elbowed him again in response, but I hadn't been really listening. Instead, I was searching the room for one particularly tempting exorcist. I just caught a glimpse of white hair when Jerry rolled a huge cart of food and desserts out of the kitchen, topped by a monstrous cake. Damn, I thought, I'll never get his attention until this is gone. Sure enough, I could see that white head working its way through the crowd at lightning speed.

Everyone sang "Happy Birthday," a tradition I found annoying because no one could ever sing it all in harmony, and then converged on the cart. I didn't join them; I wasn't hungry for food. I instead sat on a bench and crossed my arms and legs to wait it out until I could steal my Moyashi away. I hoped that would be soon; I was in no mood to be particularly patient. People grabbed plates quickly and dispersed into small groups.

Moyashi was at the food cart longer than the rest, piling up a huge mountain of food. As the crowd moved out of the way and I could finally see more than just his head, my mouth went dry. He was wearing almost the same thing as me, black pants and white button down shirt, but with his red ribbon around his neck and his usual tall boots. The only difference was his outfit was tighter... much tighter than his usual garb. The shirt hugged his thin torso, and the pants barely qualified as clothing rather than a second skin; a black leather belt studded with silver marked just how low they rode on his hips. A shiver of lust snaked down my spine just looking at him. I didn't know he could be this sexy; his appearance just screamed fuck me. I would be more than happy to oblige. I leaned back to appreciate the view even though I knew it would do nothing to help with my patience problems.

I was seriously considering grabbing Moyashi and making a break for it, when a voice called across the hall, "Yuu! Come and play with us!" It seemed some of the finders and science guys had set up some stupid drinking game, and roped the baka usagi into it*. Somehow I figured the crazy old panda wouldn't be happy about that.

"Hell no," I shouted back at him.

"I bet you're just scared you'll lose," he taunted, knowing that would push my buttons into joining.

I stalked over to the group. "I am not fucking scared of losing to you," I informed the red-haired idiot. To prove my point, I picked up one of the plastic cups and drained it like a shot. The taste was terrible, but it felt like a flame in my chest as it went down. That part I liked.

I didn't pay much attention to their stupid game. I kept on getting distracted by glimpses of one very tempting white-haired boy through the crowd. I ended up drinking a good bit of alcohol as a result. I got through it by trying to concentrate on the fire and ignoring the taste of the nasty stuff. By the time the game finished, I was a tiny bit light headed, but not enough to worry about. I had also hit, and, passed my patience limit.

I picked Moyashi out of the crowd. He was talking to Lavi, Lenalee and Crowly. I grabbed him by the wrist mid-sentence and dragged him off. He shouted something at them excusing himself before asking me "Kanda, what's up?" as we walked out into the hall.

I had meant to have at least some restraint, but the alcohol in my blood had thrown all my inhibitions to the wind. I growled and pinned him to the wall with my hands on either side of his head. "Did you wear that just to tempt me?"

"You look rather good yourself," he said with a grin.

I took that as a yes. It was all the incentive I needed to crush our mouths together. I traced his lips with my tongue, impatiently demanding entrance. He complied nearly as eagerly, further confirming my theory about the outfit. I slid my tongue across his, but he broke the kiss. "Have you been drinking?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at the alcohol taste that must be lingering on my breath.

"Just a bit. So?" I latched onto his mouth again. He seemed more reluctant, as if he wondered if he really should be doing this if I was drunk. It didn't last long. I ran my tongue across the roof of his mouth and he moaned in a way that sent a burning flame of lust from the top of my head straight down. Then he pushed his body flush against mine. I could feel he was just as turned on as I was, and I knew we had to get somewhere more private before I lost it.

I broke the kiss and started tugging my Moyashi in the direction of my room. He whined at the loss of contact. It was a testament to my self control that I didn't give in to that unspoken request and resume where we'd left off until we reached the door to my room. I slowly backed him in, kicking the door shut with a satisfyingly solid bang.

I pushed him down onto the bed and leaned over him, beginning to unbutton my shirt. His cheeks were tinted and alluring shade of red from a combination of excitement and embarrassment.

"K-kanda, what are you doing?" he asked nervously but with just enough desire in his voice to make me lean down and take his mouth again.

I worked him up until he was clutching at the back of my shirt. Then I released his lips and moved so my breath tickled against his ear. I took one end of his red ribbon and pulled it until it slid away from his neck. "Playing with fire," I whispered in his ear.

*For legal purposes, we are assuming they're in a country where the legal drinking age is 18. I've been to one of those (:P), so I kind of used my own reaction to dictate Kanda's.

A/N: My, my, Kanda is quite the pervert. Oh well, I got so excited to write the description of Allen in his sexy getup, so I guess I'm pretty bad too. XP

READ: Obviously there is a lemon that goes with this, but, as I've said, I'm hiding from the authorities. If you want to read it, it will be up on my livejournal later: (star1anna . livejournal . com). Sorry for the delay in getting it up, I got the account because of this story and just tonight, so I'm still trying to figure it out.