AN: I thought I should post a second chapter to really show both sides of this fic, even though it's been less than a day. XD Let me know if I should continue.

Disclaimer: Forgot to say it. I don't own D. Gray-man. If I did, it would be fucking updated.

Darkest Before the Dawn

"What's going on here?" Lenalee, Lavi and Allen made their way to the front of the group. "Kanda? What-"

"It's him. The bastard. The god-forsaken Noah of Pleasure. He fucking stabbed and groped me all night, and he stuck his coc-" Kanda stopped. Too late. He hadn't meant to say that. Maybe if he continued, they'd forget. "And he followed me, all the way to this fucking Order of fucking Saints," he stated derisively, "and has been messing with me every night for the last two months while leading me to believe they were dreams. I have a motherfucking stalker."

That was a long speech. Allen was impressed. But not enough to miss what he'd glossed over. "He raped you?"

In an unintentional echo, Lavi began, "Yuu-"

Kanda glared. Glared like blue flames were coming out of his eyes and burning up his audience. "Next person to say a word can say hello to a hole in their stomach."

He waited. No one spoke.

Sighing, he sheathed his blade. "Anyways, this asshole-"

"I'm right here, you know." Tyki reappeared, perched on a low cabinet. "Could you all stop talking about me like I can't hear you? Perhaps you'd like to hear my side of the story."

Lavi, ever the Bookman's apprentice, was first to react. "You must be Tyki Mikk, Noah of Pleasure. What do you have to say for yourself?"

He laughed lightly, while Allen quietly activated his arm just in case. "Haven't you ever thought of ravaging that beautiful man? Just look at that scowl, it just screams 'I want it'."

"In what sick universe?" Allen was trembling, his own unpleasant memories goading his reaction. He was ready to swing his anti-akuma weapon straight through the Noah and attempt exorcism number two, but he remembered how the first one had worked out. Besides, he didn't exactly want to destroy headquarters in the fight that would follow.

"So much hostility. Didn't we have a good time together, Allen Walker? And Lenalee Lee, it's a pity we never got to play, I do so love your new shoes. Maybe next time?"

A cloud of dust announced the Chief of the Science Division's arrival. Along with him came a giant drill and two cleaning robots. "Sir Komurins, Go!"

As the two robots began cleaning the cabinet where Tyki was, the Noah decided this was swiftly going nowhere and faded from view. By the time the dust settled, the only ones remaining were Kanda and Komui. Everyone else had the sense to escape while it was still possible. Kanda just had no energy and nowhere to go.

"Look, Kanda. Stop by the Science Division later, okay? I'm going to consult Hevlaska and we'll work something out. Until then, why don't you continue recuperating. After all, you've said that he normally comes out at night, so you should be safe for now." True enough, since the sun had long risen in the midst of all the commotion.

"Che." Useless crazy scientist. Whatever. It was time for his noodle breakfast. Walking down the deserted halls, his eyes were half-closed. If only he dared to just go back to sleep, but he knew that asshole was still hanging around. So he wasn't surprised when he rounded a corner to find Tyki leaning against a while, smiling at another one of his fucking butterflies.

"Anyone ever tell you that you have a really fucking creepy smile?"

Tyki snorted. "You should talk. I seem to recall you flashing a truly scary slasher smile at me that night." He mock-shivered. "I think that's when I fell for you."

Kanda's skin crawled when the bastard leered. "Damn it, stop doing that. Would you please just go stick your head up some shithole and leave me alone?"

The Noah snickered. "What makes you think I want someone else's shithole?"

Kanda only presented him with a cold shoulder as he walked away. That was par for the course for both shoulders.

"Aw, don't be like that, baby. I'm sorry I said I fell for you." Tyki floated in front of Kanda as he walked forcing him to stop or risk bumping into him. "Let me try again: I just couldn't resist that tight ass of yours, combined with those broad, sexy shoulders."

A low decibel growl could be heard coming from the pissed off swordsman.

Tyki was drawling his words and laying it on really thick. Unbeknownst to Kanda, those in hearing distance were trying their hardest not to so much as snicker, since they knew that death would come to them in the form of Kanda Yuu if so much as a peep escaped.

"My dear, dear Kanda. Even your scar is sexy to me. It means 'om,' right? I'd pretty much like to om nom you right now. Say, do you do yoga, Kanda-kun? Are you flexible?"

Kanda's growl was rising in volume.

"Well, no matter, I'll simply bend you in whatever shape I please. Snap, snap, snap. It'll be so fun!" Tyki made a flourish, as if he'd just performed a magical leap in thought.

"See, there you go again, you creepy-ass freak! Who the fuck says things like that in the middle of pseudo-normal sexual harassment?" Kanda had snapped. "In fact, why don't you just go find yourself some bugs or birds or whatever and go slowly pluck their wings off? Just stay. the fuck. away. from me!"

No one was about to get in the way of an enraged exorcist with Innocence unsheathed, rampaging down the hall and yelling for Komui.

Kanda huffed and puffed upon reaching the science division. "Where is he?" he roared, not particularly caring what he was interrupting.

Komui emerged from beneath a desk, having clearly not been hiding there a moment ago in the hopes of avoiding the ill-tempered samurai. "Why, Kaaanda! How nice to see you. What can we do for you today?"

"You know damn well why I'm here. Fix. it. now."

"Um, well, we need to do more research. This is a pretty complicated problem you have, after all. But for now, we'll assign an exorcist to guard you in your sleep from now on."

"I do not need a babysitter to protect me from the boogeyman."

"You're fully entitled to make your own choices, but you should probably remember that this particular boogeyman happened to bugger you and will do so again, so you're rejecting my offer at your own risk."

"Fine. Give me Lenalee," Kanda grated.

"What? My Lenalee?" Flabbergasted at the mere suggestion, Komui began working himself into a tizzy. "I'll never let my Lenalee spend an entire night at some depraved male's side! How could you even suggest it! For the purity of my sister to be compromised by scum like you! And at night! That's no time for a lady to be out and about! I will protect - "

"Fine. Whatfreakingever." Kanda had had enough. "Just send me someone."

"That wasn't very nice, Kanda-kun." Tyki said, sadly. "Just when I thought we were getting along better. You even had a conversation with me, and I haven't seen you do that with many people." Cheering up, he began idly spinning a deck of cards on the tip of his finger.

Kanda continued to ignore the phased out bastard as he stomped down the hallway to the dining area. Was he really going to be cursed to have this incorporeal asshole following him until his obsession wore off? This was completely ridiculous. If he had been a lesser man, he probably would have simply killed himself by now.

"I have a proposition for you."

Maybe if he horrifically disfigured himself, the asshole would become disinterested. Or, perhaps, he wouldn't. And then he would simply be a horrifically disfigured exorcist with a creepy stalker. Besides, he was secretly a bit vain about the hair.

"I'll play you for it." The cards flitted from hand to hand, as Tyki shuffled them with extra flair. "One game, one night."

"I don't play." Not only true, but he still hadn't slept, and he was really quite exhausted. Four days. Komui better not forget his promise.

Still, the curt response was nothing more than Tyki had expected. Maybe he would also sleep tonight; after all, he was human, and had the same requirements as Kanda. It's just that he normally slept in the day, in order to make time for torturing Kanda at night. Who would have thought that one day, he'd be blessed enough to torment him both night and day?

"Just remember," Tyki darker nature resurfaced. "They won't always be there to guard you. And one day, you'll have to sleep, deactivating your innocence. I won't even have to fight you again to have you. And I will have you again, my boy."

What Kanda wouldn't give to simply slice the specter in half. Tyki was at the top of the list of things he hated, topping every single living and undying thing in existence. That, and he would dearly love to visit the hot springs, but the thought of this asshole following him there was too unbearable.

God, he was in a foul mood. Maybe he'd start a fight with the moyashi just to work off some anger. He turned on his heel and headed into the dining hall.

"Yuu, over here!"

Without any hesitation, he beelined to the table with the idiots.

"We figured you'd be making an appearance, so we already got you some soba," Lenalee said, indicating a tray next to her. "It's cold, but that's the way it started out, so we figured it was pretty safe."

As graceful as he was in battle, he didn't show any of it now as he plopped into the chair and picked up his chopsticks without bothering to thank her. But in the time it took for him to consume a fourth of his meal, Allen had already made his way through ten plates of special orders.

Lavi studied the blue-haired exorcist, who for once didn't seem to resent their company. If anything, he seemed to be lingering. "So, Yuu, about these dreams you've been having..."

"They're not dreams."

"Okay, about these nightly visitations."

"That sounds worse somehow, Lavi." Allen contributed. "Maybe you should just say it. 'About this crazy stalker guy'..."

"Moyashi's right."

Allen's next bite missed his mouth.

"There's nothing to say, I just need to add another name to the list of people to kill before I die." Kanda grimaced, leaning back a little. The food wasn't appetizing today, for some reason. It wasn't a problem with the taste; it was his mood that had soured. Had been sour, ever since the unwelcome Noah had decided to be his personal poltergeist. Or whatever.

"You'll let us know if there's anything we can do, right?" Lenalee leaned in earnestly. "We're all family here. We look after our own."

"Thanks, but I don't need your protection." That was a lie, but she didn't have to know it. Well, she probably did, considering how quickly news travelled around here, and who her brother was.

Taking the hint, the table's conversation moved on to various other things, like Lavi's many exploits, many of which were most likely fabrications, or the last close call on whatever mission the beansprout had been on last.

Lavi and Lenalee had long since finished eating. Kanda hadn't left even though he was obviously not going to continue his meal. Allen, predictably, kept snacking for as long as they were in the hall.

Eventually, Lenalee decided to turn in for the night, which the others took as their cue to disband. Kanda stood stiffly, having nowhere he particularly wanted to go. All he wanted was to go somewhere where he could be alone, particularly without Tyki. Barring that, anyone's company was preferable to his stalker's.

"Wait, where are you going?" The beansprout was speaking to him.

"Bed."

"Oh, I guess I'll follow you."

"What?" Kanda was unamused. The last thing he needed was another annoying person following him. And this one, he could kill if he suddenly took it in his head to try and jump Kanda.

"Didn't Komui tell you? I'm the one who'll be guarding you tonight." Dark Allen suddenly made an appearance. "If that third rate player makes an appearance, I'll be sure to win!"

What the fuck, the idiot was only thinking about gambling? They should've sent someone with a more useful skill. Like Grave of Maria. Ah, no, but then there would not only be gambling in his room, there would also be smoking and womanizing. Fuck, why were all his options so shitty. He swore to himself that he would punch whoever created this situation.

"Che."

Allen trotted happily alongside him as he strode from the dining hall, ready to begin his vigil. And Kanda was so very, very, tired.

They reached his minimalist room, bare of any furnishings aside from the basics, and without much in the way of entertainment. Allen sighed. This was going to be a long night. At the very least, he could've stocked some books or something, but he suspected that the samurai spent his time training his body rather than his mind. It was difficult to argue with the results of such single-minded dedication though. After all, there was a reason he had gained the sexiest stalker in existence. Well, nevermind. It didn't count for much when the guy in question was prone to sticking his arm through people's hearts without so much as a by your leave.

Kanda closed the door, and began changing so unselfconsciously that Allen wondered if he'd completely forgotten that he had company in his dazed state. Either way, Allen politely looked away and wondered what he would do the rest of the night, as Kanda climbed into his own bed for the first time in months, and looked- dare he say it - happy, for once, despite the presence of a certain cursed exorcist sitting on his bedroom floor.

"Good night, Kanda."

His blue-black hair was spread over the sheets, eyes already closed and he looked surprisingly gentle as he brought the blankets up to surround his bare, scarred chest. Allen hadn't expected a response, but then he heard it, faintly. Acknowledgement.

"Mmm."

He'd never imagined that this was the way he'd be spending his night, staring at an empty room while Kanda Yuu slept and dreamt a few feet away.