Allen pulled his hood over his head as he felt the first couple rain drops hit his face. The hood wouldn't do much to shield him from the rain but it would prevent him from getting wet—at least a little. He quickly joined the crowed of Black Order Academy students that were running towards the entrance of the school. It was a Saturday morning and the school was having a memorial service for Dasiya in the auditorium. Everyone was wearing black, and countless students were in tears from the tragic event. It wasn't just the students though; it was the faculty staff, janitors and security guards as well. It would seem to Allen, who hardly knew Dasiya, that many people liked him.

Allen was seated next to a couple of girls who were sobbing hysterically. He didn't even know that Daisya was that popular around school; though he should have guessed seeing as how Daisya was the captain of the soccer team and had lead them to the nationals this year. He had only seen Daisya a couple times around school, mostly when the school had a pep rally about something that he had to go to.

With an agitated sigh, Allen stared ahead, waiting for the serves to start. Upon the stage was a podium with the Black Order Academy logo on the front: the Rose Cross. There was no one on stage at the moment, so the large black curtains were down. Allen looked around the crowed, hoping to see a friendly face; hoping to see Lavi. When he couldn't find him, he pulled out his phone, checking to see if he had a message from his red haired friend.

He did.

Hey, I can't make it to the service. Gigi's got me doing stuff for him again. I'll see you Monday okay?

Allen sighed and typed a quick reply before stuffing his phone back in his pocket. He pulled his hood over his head further, making sure to hide his white hair. Without Lavi there, he just didn't want to interact with anyone.

It was about ten minutes after he had arrived when the service started. The heavy black curtains rose, reviling what seemed to be a million pictures of Daisya; mostly all of them in his soccer uniform. There was one large one in the middle—his school picture—in a black frame. Around the frame were white flowers and candles. Smaller pictures decorated the back wall of the stage; trophies he had won the school were on the floor, along with some medals. Next to Daisya's school picture was another large black frame with his soccer uniform, a ball was placed in front of it along with a small teddy bear.

The crowd of students went silent—so silent in fact that the hooking of the cars outside could be heard. Everyone stared at the framed photo of their soccer captain and dear friend. Daisya Berry. His wide grin seemed to illuminate the stage, his painted face tan from always being out in the sun.

The first to come up was the student council president, a boy Allen had never met. He had dark brown hair that fell in curls around his face and bright green eyes, though they were hazed over with tears and grief. He walked up to the podium and cleared his throat, tapping the microphone to make sure it was on. After a couple of minutes of checking the sound system, it had finally started.

"This has been a hard couple days for everyone…" He began, holding back a humorless laugh. "I can't even concentrate… much less think up some kind of cheesy speech to tell you all." He sighed as he closed his eyes, gripping the podium tightly for support. When he opened his eyes again, he stared at his fellow student body, his nails digging into the wood. "We lost someone very special. Daisya wasn't just the captain of our soccer team, or a senior who would graduate this year. He was a dear friend to all of us who knew him, and those who didn't still respected him. Daisya—sure he had his moments, but he was an overall great guy. He knew how to make anyone laugh, especially when they're having a bad day. He might have been a jerk at times, but that's just who he is. He was… He was my best friend. And he'll always be in my heart; I'll never forget him..." He took another deep breath before, "Excuse me." Then he walked off the stage.

The silence that followed that speech was unbearable. It was like death itself had made its presence known in that large auditorium. It couldn't have been a couple heart beats later that people started clapping softly; some continued to cry, agreeing with their student council president. Allen closed his eyes and sighed softly. Since he actually hadn't known Daisya he didn't feel grief, but he still felt sad. Depressed even. With so much negative emotions around him, he couldn't feel anything less than depressed. He knew it was hard to lose someone you love; knew the pain of it and the grief and utter agony these people might be feeling. He just didn't feel any of it, not towards Daisya.

Sadness for something like this, yes.

Agony and grief were reserved for people who mattered to him, not someone he saw every now and then around school.

Allen zoned out for most of the service. He watched it, just didn't listen to it. People would come up to the stage and say good things about Daisya; how they would miss him and how he was such a great person. Student after student—group after group—went up to give their speech and leave Daisya something next to his picture. It had almost been an hour when all of them had stopped coming up.

That's when Komui came onto the stage; the Black Order Academy headmaster. He stood in silence for a couple of minutes, looking crushed, almost as if the weight of the world had fallen on his shoulders and he couldn't quite understand how to cope with it. He cleared his throat and leaned forward towards the microphone.

"I want to thank all of you for coming here today," Komui began. "I know how hard this has been for many of us. We lost someone who was like family to us. Someone we'll never forget. Daisya was a good student, a great athlete, and an even greater man. He had a heart of gold." Komui looked to the side where his staff stood and nodded his head a bit. "This tragedy isn't the only one that's struck though. I've been informed that Daisya's younger brother has been reported missing. He was last seen with Daisya and the police think that whoever killed Daisya might've taken his younger—adopted—brother." The projection screen lowered behind Komui and it glowed blue for a moment, before a picture popped up. "His name is Kanda Yuu, and if you have any information on him, please call…"

Allen didn't hear the rest of the speech. He was too busy staring at the photograph of a young Asian man with long dark hair—and black eyes that seemed to hate the world; smooth, pale skin and a stern frown that seemed to be permanent on his face.

Kanda.

The same Kanda that was asleep in his apartment.

The same Kanda that he had found wounded days ago.

The same Kanda that had refused to go to a hospital, took a strangers hospitality, and just saw the news of his adopted brother's death on the television just last night.

Oh god, Allen stood, unable to clear his head as he absorbed the information he had just heard. I have to get home.

Komui was still talking when Allen exited the building. He was quickly running down the steps and towards the entrance of the school. The rain continued to pour down; the winds pushing back his hood, but Allen didn't care. He had to get home.

He ran across the street, dodging a taxi that only honked angrily at him. He ran all the way to the subway station, and it wasn't until he was inside the train and sat down that he began to relax, and clear his thoughts. A million questions ran through his mind as he stared at the dirty floor.

Why didn't Kanda say anything about Daisya?

Why didn't he tell me that he knew him?

That it was his brother?

Why didn't he let me take him to the hospital?

Why not call his parents?

Why stay with me?

These questions, and a million more, ran through his head at a speed he hadn't thought possible. Allen closed his eyes as he thought back to the day he found Kanda. Seeing him bleeding on the dirty alley floor, clinging to life—frozen by the icy rain—and his eyes. He remembered those black eyes most of all. They stared at him with such intensity, such hatred, such fear, that he it was what made Allen help Kanda.

The fear he saw in Kanda's eyes. The fear of dying. Allen just couldn't leave Kanda there. He knew he should've called the police, or anyone for that matter, but Kanda's cries—no matter how harsh or cruel—made him want to help him all the more. He didn't make it a custom to treat strangers, though he was kind to everyone, but there was something about Kanda.

No matter how arrogant, irritating, cold and harsh Kanda was, Allen knew there was something sweet to him. He'd seen the way Kanda would look like when he thought Allen wasn't looking. The way Kanda's eyes soften when he gazed upon a lotus Allen had in his room—it had been a gift from his Master on those rare occasion when he felt generous. He saw the way Kanda walked, like he was always ready for some kind of attack. Allen could tell Kanda had trust issues, and he could tell by simply looking at him that he hated everyone.

And sometimes Allen wondered if Kanda actually hated him. But he pushed that all aside, because for some reason—for some bizarre reason—Allen liked him. Even if every fiber of his being told him that Kanda could be dangerous, and that he could be some random serial killer, he still pushed it aside, because Kanda has been nothing but kind—figuratively speaking—to him.

That's when a thought struck him.

Was Kanda wounded trying to fight off Daisya's killer?

A cold chill washed over him as the train stopped. Allen stood and walked out. His body was on autopilot. He didn't realize he had been running towards his apartment building, much less that it had stopped raining and that a cold breeze had come in. When he reached the stairs, he took two at a time until he was at the top. He hurried to his door and quickly unlocked it, stepping inside.

Kanda was sitting on the couch, wearing a clean long sleeved black shirt and pants. His hair was let loose around his shoulders and he was holding the remote control in one hand and the other rested boredly on the arm rest. Hearing Allen come in, Kanda turned his head, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Moyashi. You're paler than usual."

Kanda's voice snapped Allen out of the train of thought he was in. Allen closed the door behind him, locking it and removed his coat, hanging it up and running a hand through his wet hair. "Something like it, I guess." Allen walked over to the couch and sat down next to Kanda, turning his body to look at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Do you want me to check your wou—"

"No."

"Kanda…"

"What?" Kanda's black eyes met Allen's gray ones. He was clearly annoyed.

"You're Daisya's younger brother, right?"

The question caught Kanda off guard, but he quickly composed himself and straightened his back. He stared at Allen for a while, trying to figure out what he should tell the young Brit, and what he shouldn't. He hadn't realized he had been silent for more than a couple minutes until Allen repeated the question.

"Is Daisya you're brother?"

Kanda closed his eyes a bit, recalling the news about Daisya's death. "Adopted. Yes."

"Why didn't you say anything yesterday?" Allen asked, moving closer to Kanda. Kanda looked at him, and what he saw actually shocked him. Allen was worried. It was clearly written in his face and eyes, and it was even laced in his words.

"I'm…" Kanda began, then stopped. He didn't say anything, only stood from the couch and began walking to the bedroom.

"Kanda!" Allen cried, standing up, but made no attempt to follow him. "Was the person who killed Daisya, the same who wounded you?"

Kanda stopped at the door, head down, gazing at the floor. His eyes were clouded and his hands twitched, wanting to hold onto something but not having anything to hold onto. Kanda didn't answer—he didn't want to answer. He tore his gaze away from the floor and opened the door.

"Kanda! Answer me!" Allen shouted, taking a step closer to Kanda.

The Asian turned around, giving Allen a small glare through his clouded black eyes. "Yes."

Okay… So it's four in the morning—well almost four in the morning—and I'm writing this. So, forgive me for any errors or whatever.

I was finally in a writing mood and decided to finish this chapter. I hope it was worth the wait, and I'm sorry if I made Kanda a bit OOC or anything. I'm running on like three or so hours of sleep. It's great.

I'll try to update quicker, though I don't know when I'll get my next little energy boost to do so. Promise I won't take more than a month. Maybe.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it. You are welcome to point out any mistakes or whatever else you care to point out. Reviews are welcome and any questions if you have them.

~ SaYa

~ A

Oh and... Do things seemed a bit rushed to you guys? Maybe it's just me?