I know I'm terrible for not updating, but I was under a lot of pressure from my friends about this chappie and I couldn't think. But here it is. I want to say a special thanks to my new favorite person Yu rock Szay. haha "Yu" get it? Anyway onward.

Wait! I do not own D. Gray-man, though I wish with a fiery burning passion that I did. R/R pleasies. I'll give you a cookie!

He couldn't take it anymore. Here he was, trying to enjoy a nice Saturday afternoon snack- a five course meal for normal people- and he had to be disrupted by high pitched squeals and shouts of,

"Yuu, stop it!"

Kanda, being dragged into the cafeteria with Sydney clinging to his arm, looked slightly pissed off at the public disturbance. He also seemed pissed off at the red head who had suction cupped herself to his side, nails digging into his skin like blades. Without his approval, Kanda's eyes scanned the cafeteria, looking for that one person he both longed and dreaded seeing. There. Sitting in the far corner, was a small blob of silver hunched over a plate piled high with every freaking food that they served in this god forsaken place.

A smile rose unbidden onto Kanda's face. 'Damn Moyashi,' he thought bitterly, 'What the hell do you do to me?'

"Kanda!" someone yelped from his right, startling him (though he'd never admit it). He whipped his head around to find Sydney glaring up at him, a pouty look disturbing her admittedly sexy features. Although, more and more, Kanda was starting to think that there were others in this school as sexy or more so then she. 'Yeah, but they aren't all females,' he reflected on. 'The Moyashi is everywhere now! All I can think about these days is Allen and his shockingly silver hair, blemish free skin and his lush, voluminous lips. They were pink and the bottom one was slightly bigger than the top, giving off an incredibly sexy pouty look.' He could picture himself running his hands through Allen's hair, tugging on the ends gently, eliciting a sinful moan from the young boy. He could see himself running a callused hand over those perfect lips, wrapping his hands around his slender hips and pulling him flush against himself. He imagined that their lips would slowly glide against each other and then after they had the feel of each other's mouths against their own, they would-

"Yu!" Sydney snapped, fed up with her boyfriend's lack of attention. "Did you hear a word I just said?"

'Damn it!' He thought. 'I need tom stop thinking about him! It'll never happen. He's probably as straight as an arrow.'

Smiling – or Kanda's version of the action- Kanda looked down at Sydney and muttered, "Sorry babe," before leaning down and kissing her roughly, jamming his tongue into her mouth almost immediately. Sydney immediately relaxed and fought back, trying to gain the upper hand, and failing, before letting Kanda take over. Pulling away after several minutes, Sydney looked up at Yuu, eyes shining.

"You're forgiven," She whispered, before hooking her arms around Kanda's neck and pulling him down to meet her waiting lips.

Meanwhile, a certain Moyashi sat watching, his heart silently breaking as he watched the man that he may possibly be in love with; passionately kiss someone else right in front of him. Losing his appetite, Allen jerked out of his seat, running out of the cafeteria, oblivious to the watchful pair of cobalt eyes that followed his every move.

This is Buggy. Buggy says HI! This is Buggy when a cars goes by. Bye bye Buggy. I killed Buggy.

Allen was slowly wondering the halls, aimlessly trailing his hand across the brick wall surrounding him. He had absolutely no clue where the hell he was, but if worse came to worse, he could just call Lavi. After leaving the cafeteria, Allen couldn't see through the tears that were collecting in his eyes, and he was too hurt and upset to think about where he was going. Ten minutes later, here he was, completely lost, with drying tear tracks running down his cheeks.

As Allen reached the corner of the hallways, he heard loud footsteps and raucous laughter coming from the same hallway he was leaving. Closing his eyes tightly and steeling himself, he turned around to face his old friends Garrett, and his two wingmen.

"Look who we have here," Garrett said, strutting forward and tugging on Allen's short collar. "I little faggot lost in the halls. Where's your mommy little fag? Oh yeah, that's right. She abandoned you before you could wipe the drool of your chin. If I were her, I would have killed you when I had the chance, instead of letting you plague this world with your filth. You deserve to die. But don't worry, we'll take care of that, won't we Eddie?" He said, looking back at his brother, who was wearing a sadistic smile on his face.

"Of course. It's time someone rid this world of slime like you," he sneered, stepping forward and landing a sharp blow to Allen's ribs. An audible Crack! Could be heard, bouncing off the walls and creating an eerie echo.

Allen doubled over in pain, but he didn't make a sound just like the first time he encountered the trio. This enraged Garret, causing him to throw Allen to the ground, opening up an opportunity for Eddie to kick him in the stomach, making Allen silently moan. After that, it was an onslaught of hits and kicks, headlocks and punches. They were yelling insults at him, screaming harsh words such as "faggot" "Filth" and "Worthless". The worst part was Allen had been called worse. When he could tell that the group was boring of the events unfolding, he was naïve enough to believe that maybe they would leave him alone and carry on with their lives. That was, at least, until the third guy pulled out a knife. He attacked Allen fiercely, making cuts and small incisions all over his body. Slitting his wrists and ankles, digging in at least half an inch into his stomach. The torture just kept coming. After about thirty or so cuts, Allen couldn't handle the pain anymore, and he saw the world go hazy, before everything went black. The words replaying in his head as he blacked out were "You deserve to die."

The three boys assaulting Allen didn't even notice when the silverette lost consciousness, they just kept up their torment, cutting and hitting and kicking at his unconscious form, yelling insults and spitting dirty threats. Finally, when they thought that if Allen wasn't dead yet, he would be before anyone could help him – if they even would – they walked away, erasing any sign that they were ever there.

Allen woke up, beaten and bloody, his wounds still open and bleeding. He woke to the sound of footsteps, and for a second he dared to think that they would actually help him.

"Hahah! Loser! I hope your blood doesn't stain the tile, then after they carry away your body, the janitor will have more work to do. How could you be so selfish?" I feminine voice sneered, spitting on Allen as she walked by.

Allen lay there for a moment, then, without warning, he tried pushing himself up into a sitting position. He gasped, the pain blindingly sharp, his broken rib poking at the surface of his flesh. He moaned; the first sign of discomfort or pain he had shown in a long time. Ignoring the searing pain coursing through his veins, he clung to the wall and stood up; gripping the wall for support as he slowly limped off in the direction he thought his dorm was.

He had made it all of twenty steps before he thought of something Kanda had told him not so long ago.

This is a sexy Flashback. This flashback is too sexy for his shirt. This Flashback is too sexy for u!

With his eyes blazing in anger, Kanda grabbed the Moyashi who was about to get his ass handed to him yet again, and pulled him after himself down the hall and around the corner.

"Look Moyashi. Seeing as you are too stupid to stay out of trouble yourself, I'm going to have to be the one that keeps you from getting killed. So if you're ever in trouble, I will always be there. Got it?"

This Flashback realized it was too sexy for you and left. Don't cry, your relationship wouldn't have worked out.

'Yeah,' Allen thought bitterly, 'Apparently you won't always be there after all Kanda Yuu.'

I know, I suck for that, but I couldn't help it. It makes the story better, trust me. I gotsa plan in my head! hehehe.