WARNING: Towards the end of this fic there is a love scene. Read with discretion if you do not wish to see it. If you do, then FULL STEAM AHEAD! XP
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Lector lay spread-eagled on the floor, gun still smoking in his hand. His body mutilated and pushed beyond the limits of human perseverance, Lector was dead, a mere pawn in the midst of a sick twisted game.
Kanda still held Allen in his arms, disbelievingly staring at the boy whose company he had secretly grown to enjoy very much. There was so much blood, so much blood! The gore that stained the room made Kanda feel as though he were part of a disturbing painting, a deathly work of art, and he shuddered involuntarily. His hands slid upward to cup Allen's face with surprising tenderness.
"M-Moyashi?" he whispered, genuinely fearful for the first time since arriving at the resort. "Speak to me! Say something, damn it!"
Only silence answered him; not a sound escaped from Allen's lips.
"Oh god, it's all my fault… all my fucking fault! I'm… I'm sorry! I thought Lector was dead a-and I lost myself trying to play hero. I was so damn stupid. Hell, it was supposed to be me! Me on the ground! Me, the corpse, not you!" Kanda lowered Allen down, hands giving him a final caress. "I don't deserve to be with someone like you."
"You're quite right."
Kanda looked up, alarmed, and leapt to his feet at once, standing in front of Allen's body, Mugen raised. "Tyki Mikk," he snarled, "It was you, wasn't it? You set this whole mess up! You were the one who tortured Lector to insanity and made him — made him —"
"Though I won't deny that I had a hand in Lector's decline in mental and physical health, I assure you I desire nothing of the boy." Tyki's brow furrowed dangerously and the atmosphere in the room seemed to crackle with tension. "I must say, though, the night has gone horribly wrong. Isn't that so, Rhode?"
From behind Tyki stepped out a spritely, waif-like girl whose golden eyes surveyed the wreckage unseeingly. As she walked closer to where Kanda stood, he could feel a mounting aura of intense rage and prepared for an attack.
Nothing happened.
Rhode knelt besides Allen's body quietly, hands folded nearly in her lap. Kanda glanced behind him, wary. If she tried anything on Allen, he'd show no mercy.
"Tyki, KILL HIM!"
The scream had been unexpected, and Tyki flew at the disadvantaged Kanda with unparalleled speed, producing a sharp blade from beneath his jacket With a swift strike, he had cut a jagged gash down Kanda's torso. Although not deep enough to kill, the wound was making the samurai lose blood fast. He didn't have much time left.
Kanda started forcing Tyki into a corner using quick movements of his blade. The two struggled with each other as the skill level continued to rise in their duel. Tyki, however, seemed to find it all rather amusing.
"Are you trying to end this already, Yuu Kanda? Trying to corner me and finish the job with one blow?" Tyki laughed mockingly, fending off the Japanese youth's blows with fervor. "Perhaps you want to get your little Allen to a hospital, hm? Too late for that, boy. He's already good as gone. Hmph, does that enrage you?" Tyki sneered for Kanda had faltered at his last comment, and he slashed at the samurai's neck, causing a torrent of blood to cascade down the his chest. Kanda stood back, glaring. "Don't you want to run away and save yourself? You know at this rate you're going to bleed to death just like poor old Lector here. Why stay and fight for a kid who's already dead? Run away Kanda! You don't need him anymore."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Kanda lowered his sword and drop-kicked Tyki squarely in the jaw and then stabbed him, thoroughly impaling the man whose laughter had yet to fade from his face.
"You son of a bitch!" shouted Kanda, "You have no idea how I'm feeling! I've just lost the person I fucking care most about! God, I'm so fucked up right now, I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll cut off a limb or two to show you just how much pain I'm in right now! Show you how much you've killed me inside!"
Kanda pulled out his sword from Tyki's torso, making the man groan in agony. He raised his sword above his head, about to lop off an appendage, when Rhode shrieked:
"Tyki!!" she hurried over to the gasping man and gripped his hand. "D-don't die! I've had enough of death tonight. Everything's gone wrong! It's not how I wanted at all!!" Her sobs wracked her lithe body, loud and uncontrollable. She turned to Kanda: "It was supposed to be YOU!" she screamed, clutching her head, "YOU needed to die, YOU!"
"So you're the one who caused all of this, who ruined my life." The samurai could hardly think from the sound of rushing blood in his ears. The pounding of his heart was taking over all of his senses.
"Allen was meant for me!" said Rhode shrilly, "He was the one who'd be my friend! He'd stay with me forever so I wouldn't be alone! But you ruined it, and now I'm going to suffer… all by myself, for the rest of eternity!!" She slumped back, defeated.
"You stupid bitch." Hissed Kanda, balling his hands into fists. "You were never alone in the first place!"
"… W-what do you mean?" Rhode's eyes were wide with terror.
"All along, you had a man who'd kill for you, torture others, do anything to make you happy. And you turned a freaking blind eye to him with your childish obsession with a guy who only saw as a colleague! Nothing more!"
"LIES!" Cried Rhode, shaking her head.
"Trying to hide after all the shit you've pulled? Look at your feet. There's the man who was devoted to you. You were just never devoted to him."
Rhode looked at Tyki who was ashen faced and unconscious. Tears rolled down her cheeks, some falling onto his dirtied face and traveling down his cold cheeks as if he, too, were crying.
"R… Rhode…" whispered Tyki, "I'm… sorry."
Rhode gathered Tyki in her arms and wiped the tears from his visage. "Forgive me," she said shakily into his ear, and the two seemed to fade away in a cloud of black butterflies.
The silence in the room was overwhelming.
"Holy shit, Noah are messed up," muttered Kanda. Then he collapsed, weeping slightly, next to Allen's unmoving form.
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Allen was at the circus. How he'd gotten there he had no idea, but the last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his chest and before that, being held in Kanda's arms.
Wait a sec… HIM?! In Kanda's arms?! Allen blushed hotly, his body tingling. Before he could think further, he heard a voice calling him faintly.
"Allen, is that you?"
"… MANA!" Allen could hardly believe his eyes. He ran forward, forgetting all that was on his mind, and went to embrace the clown as though he were a child again. Sure enough, Mana was as solid as any being, and Allen could hardly contain his joy.
"Mana, how are you— how is it even possible—" Allen stuttered incoherently until Mana shushed him with a smile.
"We're going to see the festivities!"
"Are we?" Allen grinned, "And shall we participate in them?"
"Oh, no, we're merely bystanders today, dear boy. But perhaps another time we might." Mana led him inside an enormous green and white striped tent, and they watched trapeze artists flying through the air, weightless as leaves in a spring wind, men and animals sharing a stage and receiving boundless applause, good-natured clowns cavorting about the ring, inciting mirth from all who were present.
"It's quite full in here, isn't it, Mana?" Allen was quite enjoying himself and looked up to see if his friend was as well.
"Au contraire, Allen. We're the only ones in this entire place."
Allen gasped and spun around. The audience, the entertainers, they'd all vanished. The air had an ominous chill and the white-haired youth shivered, eyes darting about.
"Follow me." Mana led him down to the center of the ring and stood him there. "Listen, Allen. Can you hear anything?"
Allen closed his eyes, straining his ears. At first, all he noted was silence, but soon he uncovered a scratchy static sound in the background, like a radio that hasn't been fine-tuned. The static seemed to grow louder, then dissipate, louder, then dissipate, each time bringing a set of voices into definition. Allen could hear people speaking now, quite clearly, and paused to listen in.
"Oh god, it's all my fault… all my fucking fault! I'm… I'm sorry! I thought Lector was dead a-and I lost myself trying to play hero. I was so damn stupid. Hell, it was supposed to be me! Me on the ground! Me, the corpse, not you!"
Was that… Kanda's voice? But what was Kanda doing here? Allen was sure he was back at the hotel. Then…
"…at this rate you're going to bleed to death just like poor old Lector here. Why stay and fight for a kid who's already dead? Run away Kanda! You don't need him anymore."
Another man was talking, someone sinister whom Allen didn't recognize. Wait, was Kanda injured? No! Allen was about to open his eyes when he heard the samurai's voice again.
"You son of a bitch! You have no idea how I'm feeling! I've just lost the person I fucking care most about! God, I'm so fucked up right now, I don't know what to do."
Allen could scarcely believe his ears. Then, in a tender, torn and shattered voice, he heard Kanda say:
"I don't deserve to be with someone like you."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Allen had burst out shouting. He saw Mana staring at him expectantly, and Allen asked, "Did all of this happen? Is Kanda alright? Who's he fighting?" Allen took a large breath. "Am I dead?"
Suddenly, all of the circus members and the crowd appeared once more, and the excitement and noise in the tent was just as it was before.
"Allen, we're going to see festivities!" Mana glowed, grabbing the boy's hand.
"Yes, you've told me that already, Mana, but I have to go help Kanda! I'm afraid he's hurt!"
"Allen, we're going to see festivities!"
"I know! Argh, Mana, let me go!!"
"Allen we're going to see festivities!" Mana leaned over to the cursed youth, "And you aren't allowed to leave."
Allen tried wrenching his way out of the clown's grasp, but it was too strong. The circus and the audience and the tent seemed to close in on him, one by one, so that he was suffocating under a cloak of bodies. "Allen, you must stay… stay with us…" they repeated, over and over, until he screamed out loud, bursting from within the tent to the glorious stretch outside the circus grounds. He gasped, drained, as though he hadn't slept for days, and soon the nightmare world he had entered swam before his eyes. He struggled to keep awake, for he wanted to find someone to tell him how he could get back to Kanda, but it was no use. The circus, the grass, the crowd, and Mana all weakened into a blur.
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When Kanda awoke, he was lying down, bandaged, in a hospital bed. He was in a different room of the infirmary than last time, and Mugen was resting next to his bedside table against the wall. Kanda was alone.
"Ugh…" he moaned, pulling his knees to his chest, ignoring the pain of his actions. "Fuck… why did that girl realize that she wasn't alone before? Then this would've never…" Kanda exhaled shakily. "God damn it, why did she realize it only after she took away my company? Now… I'm alone. Fuck. And A-Allen's gone… forever…"
"No I'm not, Bakanda."
"HOLY SHIT!" Kanda whipped around and immediately regretted it. His wounds ached and he was forced to fall back in bed. "How the fuck— ? Wait a fucking—! Oh. My. God."
"Hmph. It looks like you're vocabulary hasn't increased since we last spoke, Kanda." Allen, standing in front of him, looked healthy and whole as ever.
"But the bullet wound! And you were as cold as friggin ice! And you weren't moving and—"
"Kanda, I think I died." Allen stopped, wincing at the tortured expression on Kanda's face, "But I came back to life." He added the last bit in with a bit more cheer, hoping to brighten the samurai's mood.
No such luck.
"Damn, Moyashi, you're like a freaking cockroach! You can't be killed! How many times has it been? Like eight?" Kanda had a scowl on his face again and folded his arms tightly.
"Moyashi?! And I thought you'd finally begun calling me by my proper name." Allen sighed. "But anyway, I woke up in a pool of blood and I was really confused. Then I saw you all beat up—"
"I was NOT all beat up!"
"— saw you on the floor looking like someone chucked you in a blender, added ice, some mint leaves, a slice of mango, and pressed 'crush'—"
"I AM WARNING YOU, MOYASHI."
"Fine. I saw you on the ground, happy? Then I alerted the medics, who also insisted I be evaluated as well, and insisted upon calling the Order to sort out this affair instead of the regular police since paranormal beings were involved. You should have seen Komui. He was furious, like: 'I send you on missions and dead bodies come are everywhere! I send to help out in the castle and dead bodies are everywhere! I send you on a vacation and dead bodies are everywhere! Are you idiots DEFECTIVE?!"
"He got what was coming to him."
"Agreed."
"But… Moyashi, I still don't get how you came back to life. I was sure you were… dead."
Allen turned red. "Err, well, let's just say I… um, heard your voice. And I, um, wanted to… see you… again. You can stop staring at me like that, Bakanda!" Squeaked Allen, turning even redder.
Kanda's face showed absolutely no emotion, and Allen fidgeted nervously. "Um, Kanda, you know, I kinda, um, have to help, with something. Err, I don't know what, but that something is super, y'know… uh…"
"Allen. Come here."
Allen obeyed, pulse going wild. "Um, um, um, is there someone calling for me?! I think I need—"
Kanda pressed his lips against Allen's in a sweet, chaste kiss, running his hands through the boy's hair, over his body, all of which he was sure he'd never see again. They broke apart, Allen speechless and Kanda pink in the cheeks.
"Kanda… you do deserve to be with me. I wouldn't have it any other way." Allen murmured, pouting a bit. For the first time since the two had met, Kanda's face broke into a true smile, more beautiful than any other expression Allen had ever seen. He stared, enraptured, until Kanda pulled him onto the bed besides him and pinned the slender youth beneath him, his long silky hair around them like curtains. Allen could smell sakura and ivory soap again, and leaned closer to the samurai, caressing his neck and running his hands down the Japanese youth's back.
Kanda locked lips again, slowly unbuttoning the boy's shirt and removing it to reveal his smooth, marble body. Allen gasped at the feel of cool air on his hot skin, and then moaned as Kanda slid his tongue down to his navel, nipping at the hip and pulling down Allen's pants with his bare teeth.
"You're hard…" whispered Allen, nuzzling Kanda's chest.
"So are you…" said the samurai, and they kissed again.
The white-haired boy slid off Kanda's clothes as well, and, in the still infirmary room where the only sounds were of beating pulses and impassioned breathing, enjoyed each other, skin on skin, tongue upon tongue, and heart beside heart.
"K-Kanda," whimpered Allen, nearing climax, "I… always wanted my first time to… be with you."
The samurai made no sound but leaned in and bit down on the soft flesh of Allen's neck, loving the boy's pleasured mewls and thrust harder into the warmth that was the white-haired youth. Again and again they came, each time better than the next, 'til in the end they were spent, sheets stained curled around each other. As they slumbered, their love was evident, yet better off unexplained. The purity of their feelings was better off untouched by words.
Boy, was Komui going to have one hell of a surprise when Allen Walker and Kanda Yuu returned home.
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IT IS OVER!!! XDDD
Thank you so much, all of the people who've read and/or commented on this story. I hope I satisfied you with the solving of the mystery and the love scene. This chapter took a while to write, but it was all completely worth it in the end. I want to apologize thoroughly for going MIA during part of this tale and how I made you guys wait a hell of a long time. I hope that the people who liked this story before will return and find out how it finishes!
Now, off to my other stories which I have neglected and abused… (Thank goodness there's no hot-line for people to call to report cases of fanfic abuse. XP)
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