Finally updating this. XD I'm sorry for the super long wait. I was too busy with both Freshman year of high school, Anime Blast! Chattanooga, home, EOCs, and studying for finals. DX I need to start working on this fanfic in my notebook so I will be able to just type it up when I get back from Indiana this summer.

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Night had fallen; the moon had risen, taking her throne in the sea of darkness dotted with stars, her subjects. Her vision was reflected in the lake's still waters, undisturbed, beautiful. The only sounds in the night were the crickets and frogs in the lands of the Wetlands.

Two more days to Stormwind by the pace they were traveling at…

Allen had managed to sneak away from Kanda, needed to bathe himself. Of course he wanted to return to his king, but the summoning of his Deathcharger would arouse suspicion in the Warrior, so of course, the Blood Elf just settled for cleaning his armor, weapon, and himself.

He shed his helmet first, revealing beautiful white locks and his elongated ears that he learned to hide in his helmet. Of course they were sore, especially with his earrings still in, yes, as a male, he wore piercings. Next were his shoulder plates that arched above his skin, black and spiked, just like the rest of his armor. He removed his breast plate, revealing his toned chest and battle scars. Those were obviously from when he was alive and fighting to stay that way. Next were his plated sleeves, sliding roughly against his skin. He looked at his unclothed left arm and stared in wonder. It was so black and smooth and yet he couldn't feel anything unless it was under his skin.

A wrenching pain shot through his head as a single thought entered his mind; It's the mark of the Arcane powers… You, young orphan, have been blessed by the Sunwell.

The Death Knight shook away the thought and finished stripping himself. He lowered himself into the water, breaking the still surface into a sea of ripples, corrupting the beautiful moon's reflection. He began to clean himself, cringing here and there when his fingers brushed his recent wounds. The Blood Elf glared at them. He had lost…

He had lost to a Human Warrior, a mortal… and now he was to die once again at the feet of the Alliance king.

How many times did he need to die in order to stay dead? This was going to be his third death if you counted the one that Kanda gave to him. Allen was a bit frightened of death still, no matter how many times he had already experienced it. The poor Blood Elf felt that he would never get used to it… no matter whatever peace it brought him, it was still a nightmare to him.

Allen lowered his body deeper into the water, closing his glowing eyes. He had woken up, well, more like came back to life, when they were in Arathi Highlands, half a day ago. Kanda had told him they were on day two of their journey to Elwynn Forest, meaning the Blood Elf had been dead for the better part of a day and a half.

Relaxing his head back against the ground, he sighed heavily. He was hungry, but he wouldn't ask the warrior for food. No, the Blood Elf had more pride than that. He would rather starve and keep his pride than ask that mortal for nourishment. That was just how Allen Walker was. Prideful and stubborn wrapped up all nicely into a small body.

Allen shot up at the sound of a tree branch snapping. "Who's there?" he called, water dripping from his naked skin.

"Relax, Moyashi," sighed an agitated voice. "It's just me."

The Blood Elf froze, eyes wide when he saw Yuu Kanda coming out of hiding from the trees. He quickly dunked back under the water, everything below his nose submerged, his cheeks tinged pink from embarrassment. He couldn't believe himself. He didn't sense the Warrior at all, not to mention that he pretty much exposed himself to the noirette. His cheeks got darker when he remembered that this was the man who, to put it in the words of Allen's thoughts, dominated him. He glared at the noirette, spewing bubbles that hid his numerous Thalassian insults.

"What was that?" growled Kanda, aiming his katana at Allen.

"Nothing," bubbled Allen, glaring hatefully as he spoke the damned Common language.

"It better be nothing for your sake," the older warned, sheathing his blade. He turned and began to strip himself of his armor, folding it all neatly on the ground before slipping himself into the water across from the Blood Elf. "I have some questions to ask you, Baka Moyashi."

"What the – What the bloody Hell is a 'Baka Moyashi?'"

"I'm asking the questions here, Baka Moyashi."

"Answer me, dammit!"

"It means 'Idiot Beansprout', Baka Moyashi."

Allen seethed at the smirking male in front of him. He just made fun of his height! Damn him! He growled, his brow twitching in annoyance. "I am not short, for your information! I'm average height for my age and race! Just because you are older than me and a different race does not mean I am short, BaKanda!"

It was the Warrior's turn to twitch. "What did you call me?"

"Ba-Kan-da," the Death Knight drawled, smirking now that he had realized he basically called the Human an idiot with the use of his name. He felt clever. "I think the name suits you. Wouldn't you agree, BaKanda?" He took his glowing blade and sank it into the water, reaching into his bag to grab a cloth to clean it. "I mean, you are really slow. How long did it take you to find me? Twenty, maybe thirty minutes when I know you saw me leave?" He was just assuming of course. He lifted his blade and began to wash it, annoyed at the dried, copper lustered blood on its surface. He scrubbed at it, trying to get rid of it.

"Tch. At least I can clean a blade properly," Kanda sighed, rolling his eyes. He wasn't going to get mad at a naked Blood Elf that he was going to present to his King. He took the blade and began to clean the weapon the correct way. "That's how you treat a staff. Not a great sword."

The whitette frowned. "I was a Blood Elf Priest… at least, that's what they told me…"

"Whatever. Get out of the water before you start to prune up. Just hand me your armor and I'll clean it for you. We don't want you to be bloody."

Allen relented, nodding as he stood out of the water. He stepped out of the lake, sighing. He dried himself off with some spare Mageweave Cloth that he had in his bag and got dressed in his undergarments and cloth under clothing. He looked rather normal with the cloth on him; a white blouse and black skin tight pants. He handed Kanda his armor one piece at a time and couldn't help the smile that crossed his features. Maybe… just maybe…

He wasn't really meant to be a Death Knight.

Maybe he was meant to be…

Allen Walker, the Blood Elf who had began to fall in love with the Human Warrior, Yuu Kanda.

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Finally finished. XD I had gotten stuck on one part, namely the snapping tree branch scene, and I had stopped writing on this for about 10 months. *Sweatdrop*

Read and review please~

~Grimmolina Guardian