Omake

"You know this garden has some history behind it," Kanda said as he led Allen outside. The flowers were all in full bloom, lush red rose bushes, lily trellises along the side of the house and delicate lavender perennials flowering about the legs of the single alabaster bench at the center of it all.

"Tiedoll had mentioned something like that once," Allen said, "I believe he had said that this is the most beautiful garden that can be found."

"It is," Kanda said, "my mother told me once, the story about this garden. Do you wish me to tell you?"

"I am curious," Allen said with a smile as Kanda had him sit on the bench.

"There was once a man. He was a lonely man, rich in name but poor in other respects," Kanda started with a smirk at the attentive look on his lover's face, "one day while out in the courtyard, the young servant girl came out, shocked to see him there. Not at all put off by her presence he invited her to sit with him. At that time there was only an old dirty stone bench, for no one had ever used the courtyard and found that tending it was too much trouble."

"They talked of many things for many hours, they talked until the moon had faded and the sun brightened the dawn sky with streaks of lavender and orange. He'd asked to see her again and so every night for many moons they'd spend together on that lone bench. Then one day he had to go away for business in neighbouring land and in his absence she was sold to another house. When he returned he was distraught and sought her out," Kanda paused brushing a strand of snow white hair behind Allen's ear, the boy too enraptured by the story that he barely registered the affectionate gesture.

"He returned after the first day of search without luck and went to their place hoping beyond hope that she'd somehow find her way back to him. But she didn't come. During the day he searched and at night he waited. When asked of his foolish obsession by his father, he said how he loved her with all his soul and he'd find her one day. That very day he went to their place in the courtyard and began work on the garden, tending the grounds and cleaning the stone until the grey and musty brown washed away to reveal stunning white," Kanda said, "when asked what he was doing, he said he had to prepare this place for when his love returned to him. And so he persisted, day after day searching and night after night tending the garden while he awaited her. A full year passed before he caught wind of her in the market, shopping for her new lord.

"So elated he was to see her again they embraced. She did not want to leave him but she had to return to her master. With the promise to meet him in their place that night she bid him goodbye. Surely as night fell she came upon him in what was now, a beautiful garden, of stunning blooms, a gorgeous full moon hanging high in the sky," Kanda said, "it was a moon just like the one tonight."

Kanda watched as Allen directed his attention up the glowing disc, admiring it before returning his attention to Kanda.

"Then what happened?" Allen asked.

"Once she'd gotten close enough he had her take a seat, on the same alabaster bench they'd spent countless nights on side by side. And in this place of flourishing beauty bathed in the most ethereal glow, he fell to one knee," Kanda paused as he mimicked the words with actions, taking Allen's hand in his from bended knee, cobalt eyes boring into his stardust ones, "he proposed."

Allen blinked in shock, cheeks dusting with pink as he stared down at Kanda. His breath caught in his throat and his heart rate skyrocketed.

"He asked her to spend the rest of her life with him, how he grew this garden knowing that no matter what obstacles they may see in their lifetime they would always be able to find each other in this place," Kanda continued, "he said that if she would be his, he'd lover her unconditionally till the end of time."

Allen stared in wondered amazement, a beautiful flush on his cheeks.

"What did she say?" Allen asked.

"Hmm, I don't know," Kanda said with a shrug, "but my mother married my father and here I am so what do you think she said?"

"The people in the story were your parents?" Allen asked sounding just as surprised as he looked.

"Yes," Kanda said "that ends their story but allow me to begin ours."

"Wh-"

"Allen Walker, Prince of Tristitia," Kanda started formally, "I can't promise there won't be hardships, and I can't promise that you'll see no pain. What I do promise you is that I will always be at your side, to hold you when you cry and to lift you up when you fall down. I promise you Allen Walker that I will love you unconditionally for the rest of my life if you'll promise to do the same."

"Kan…" Allen's cheeks flushed scarlet, Kanda's grip tightening on his hand. His heart was beating so fast he couldn't seem to articulate himself. Allen's delicate brows furrowed lightly in frustration and gave up trying to speak, bending over Kanda and capturing his lips in a kiss – hoping beyond hope that the man would have his answer.

"Allen," Kanda said when Allen pulled back, a well of love in his silver gaze, "thank you for being mine."

End

A/N: There you have it folks, a sweet little extra for your reading pleasure! Hope you all have/had a great holiday.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed my works.

Comments are welcomed – they make me happy :)