Baaaaack...Muwa hahahahahaahaha :D well? I'm continuing. My story Insane is having Chapter four in progress so hopefully it's up by next week

AN - I don't own D. Gray - Man.

Lavi rubbed his eyes, praying that the grey circles would disappear if he rubbed hard enough. It had only been eight days since the arrival of Allen Walker, and the Carving cases, as they were referred to by the public, had yet to make any noticeable progress. To top it all off, Lavi was also stuck with his own detective work, which also included the missing broker from seven days ago and so far, he had made absolutely zero progress on it.

"Mornin' sleepyhead!" came the sing-song voice of Lavi's partner, jostling him from his thoughts. Groaning, Lavi grinned up at the tall dark-haired dark-skinned man holding two steaming cups of coffee.

"Good morning Tyki, holder of the beautiful liquid of life," Lavi retorted, reaching for one of the cups, eager for the steaming hot cup that Tyki held in front of him.

Smirking, Tyki pulled the cup away from his tired partner, taunting him further with his much-needed energy.

"Now now…" Tyki began, enjoying the desperate look that crossed the redhead's face, "who's the bestest partner in the word?"

Lavi visibly paled. Figured. Tyki was going to make him work for it.

"You are," he grumbled incoherently.

"Sorry couldn't hear you…"

"You are," Lavi said, raving his voice to an audible whisper.

"One more time please,"

"Fine, you're the bestest partner in the world Tyki!" Lavi yelled, his voice hitting a decibel level so high it would be considered disturbing the peace had it been on a speaker setting.

Laughing, Tyki placed the cup on Lavi's desk before taking a chair and swinging his long legs onto his own.

"So, what'd the shrink say?" Lavi asked, taking off the lid of the cup and cooling it with pursed lips.

"Same thing the boy did," Tyki replied, jerking his thumb at Allen, who was currently in deep thought with his finger over his lips and his eyes glued to a map of the city. Lavi grinned; Tyki had called Allen "the boy" since day one of the guy's arrival. He had to admit though, for a guy who was barely halfway through his twenties, he had an amazing track record.

According to the files, Allen had filled almost half of the prison in central alone, and was succeeding where his predecessors had not in the serial case. Apparently, the freak had mercilessly slaughtered four known officers, not including patrol and a chief who was actually an intended victim. Not only that, but the kid enlisted a top psychiatrist to help in the case, something no had yet to be able to do. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he was a civilian, his confidentially was of strict importance, meaning over the phone meetings only, even for Allen.

"Seems like until we find a lead, Dr. Karma can't build a solid profile for us," Tyki murmured, "meaning we just need to wait for this psyco to butcher yet another helpless individual."

Lavi sighed and nodded his head. There were too many questions regarding the killer. Why here, and why now? What purpose did this serve and where did he come from? More importantly, where was he going? Lavi glanced in Allen's direction, his mind still reeling of what to make of the new detective taking control of the Black Order police department. On the one hand, he had brought them several steps close to the murder then they ever could be, on the other, there was something slightly off about him.

"Need a hand?" a voice startled Allen form his thoughts, making him jump slightly at the sudden noise. Turing his head, Allen noticed the startling green eyes of Lavi, one of the partners assigned to help him on the case. Grinning as he sighed, Allen turned back to the board, tracing a line from the first crime scene to the second.

"No," Allen said shaking his head, "just had a breakthrough actually."

"Oh?" Tyki questioned, joining the other two by the map.

Allen nodded, "yeah, I think I've found his hunting ground." Pulling out a piece of transparent sheet, Allen slipped it over the map, and drew a circle on the map, effectively encompassing the two crime scenes already drawn there. "I'm basing this off his initial patterns in my city," Allen explained, placing the radius over a map of his own city, "at least, his initial pattern."

"What happened after that?" Tyki asked, intrigued.

Allen frowned. "He began to get…erratic, almost disorganized, but never sloppy."

Both Tyki and Lavi nodded solemnly. A deadly killer such as this one would be especially dangerous if he ever become disorganized. Making a mental note, Lavi strode away to his office where he then picked up the phone.

"He has a photographic memory," Tyki explained to the now-confused looking Allen, "he's already memorized the radius and location; he'll let everyone know where to upgrade the patrols. Why don't you head home too?" Tyki asked, noticing Allen's yawn and the deep rings under his eyes. "We've done all we can, no one's taking this off the wall, and we need you in top form tomorrow."

Allen closed his mouth, seeing as protesting would be futile around Tyki. Giving him a smile and nod in appreciation, Allen strode over to his make-shift desk, grabbing his coat and keys before exiting to the sparse parking lot. Revving up his Audi a4, a gift given by the department after his dedication and service to the Carver Killer, Allen wasted no time in speeding toward the highway, his fatigue slowly slipping away with each mile he gained.

The apartment door opened to reveal a spacious front hall, neatly organized with coats, boots, and hats. Throwing his on the nearest empty hook, Allen undid his shoes and gently lay them at the door mat, keeping with the organized theme. An eager cat bounded towards him, its black fur streaking across the hall. Scooping it up, Allen noticed the time on his watch and grimaced at it. Striding over to the master bedroom, Allen released the cat and promptly tore off the bed sheets, replacing them with fresh new ones and gently hung the older ones on a rack in the laundry room.

Pulling his current novel, Allen took a seat in the plush green chair and turned to his current page, the cat jumping up into his lap as Allen stroked its fur, settling in for the night.

Midway through his book's final chapter, Allen was interrupted by a lock being turned at the door. Shutting the book gently, Allen slowly picked up the cat and nestled it and the book in the laundry room, shutting the door gently behind him.

Euphoric giggles came bubbling from the door way, their maker swooning and drunkenly staggering around as she tried her hardest to stay focused on the task at hand.

"You know, it's something of a shame that you are this predictable," Allen said sweetly, startling the young woman into temporary sobriety as she steadied herself by the kitchen counter. Staring at Allen, she opened and closed her mouth several times before finding her voice.

"Who-who the hell ar-"

"I'm only predictable to you, my twisted little detective," came Kanda's voice from the inky blackness, causing the girl's head to swivel to his direction, confusion etched on her face.

"Tee hee," Allen giggled, enjoying their little banter; all just part of their game.

Kanda grinned as Allen opened his mouth to say something more until-

"Whatever the fuck's going on, you two have five seconds before I call the cops!" The young woman screamed, her confusion replaced with fury as she marched decidedly to her cordless phone. Her fingers only brushed the back of phone before stopping entirely in shock. Looking downward at the source of the sound, she noticed that the shunk was a blade being stuck into her belly, its deadly tip dripping with fresh blood.

"Never interrupt my little moyashi. Got that slut?"came a cruel whisper in her ear, sending more chills down her spine then the deadly blade did. Slowly nodding at Kanda's deadly voice, she felt the blade removing itself from her belly, causing her to slump to the ground, curling up in pain.

"If you need a cop sweetie, I can help you," Allen spoke calmly, stepping over to the wounded victim, pulling out his cop badge as he went. Showing her his gleaming badge, Allen smiled gently, "Allen Walker, Central city homicide department. I'm off duty at the time, but I can assist you in any way I can."

The girl froze in terror at the idea that the freak doting on her was a cop. Desperately, she reached out an arm to him, begging him. "P-please," she whimpered, blood now dripping out of the corners of her mouth, "h-help me…stop him…Please! He's-e's gonna-"

"Oh I hope he does," Allen sated simply, shocking the poor girl into a muted state once more, "look,"

Allen gently took the girls hand and placed it between his legs, enjoying the sight of the girl's wide eyes as she felt his growing bulge.

"See?" Allen said, tilting his head gently, "he's only cut you once, but I'm already excited."

The girl only whimpered in response, her body frozen in fear as her mind relayed all possible scenarios for her, not one of which ended well. She was so in thought that she didn't notice the blade swiftly cut through the air before taking her arm clean off with one swift stroke.

Screaming in agony, the young woman rolled on the floor clutching her now profusely bleeding arm in vain.

"In her defence Yuu, I made her touch me," Allen simpered, looking up at the samurai pouting his light pink lips.

"I don't care for the reason, moyashi, you are mine!" Kanda sneered, leaning till he was an inch from Allen's face, "All fucking mine, and no one but me touches what's mine."

"What if I touch what's yours?" Allen questioned, his eyes never leaving Kanda's deep pools while his hands slowly trailed down his own body till they reached his belt undoing it with agonizing slowness. Reaching inside his now undone pants, Allen began to massage his growing organ, his eyes closing as his breath hitched and his head tilted up, exposing the creamy flesh of his neck to the psychotic killer looming over him.

"Then I'll punish you," Kanda whispered sensually into Allen's ear, the long calloused finger tips caressing the curved of his neck before his lips followed, biting down hard on Allen's sensitive spot. Moaning in pleasure, Allen's hand were removed from his pants only to throw themselves over Kanda's shoulders, his nails digging into the killer's shoulder blades.

A small cry from the floor of the kitchen brought the two twisted lovers back to reality, their eyes travelling to the lump on the floor that was currently flopping as if it were some sort of fish. Kanda sighed, standing up from Allen and moving over to the girl, picking up his sword as he went.

"Now now my dear detective," Kanda said smoothly, glancing at Allen out of the corner of his eye, "I'm asking you to hold on for a little while longer, just until I finish what I've started."

"What if I don't?" Allen asked coyly, raising his eyebrow suggestively.

Kanda grinned at the question, turning his back fully to Allen before simply stating, "then I'll continue to punish you," which sent shivers up Allen's spine.

Over the course of Kanda's mutilations, the air was filled with the sound of crying, blood splattering on the walls and floor, and slices of the air as the katana raised and fell with each stroke. Allen began biting his lip, his hands ghosting his most intimate area, desperately aching for release. He moaned loudly, stopping the murderous samurai in his tracks.

"Something wrong, mo-ya-shi?" Kanda questioned, a sadistic grin plastered on to his elegant features.

"H-hurry up…K-Kanda, I need you," Allen moaned, twitching his body erratically in emphasis. Kanda looked him over, his tongue flicked over his lips in hunger.

"Just a minute," Kanda said, leaning down, pulling out a thinner and more delicate blade. Five quick strokes was all he needed to finish his job, is signature mark embedded in the corpses eye. "Now, what about you?" Kanda asked Allen, his finger gently touching Allen's manhood, causing Allen to almost come undone on the spot.

Seemingly effortlessly, Allen was lifted up in strong arms and their lips crashed together, tongues dueling for dominance. Allen felt his back being slammed against the wall, knocking the air out of him, giving Kanda an advantage in their situation. Plundering Allen's mouth greedily, Kanda staked his claim over the smaller man, giving both of them even more pleasure.

Carrying Allen over to the master bedroom, Kanda unceremoniously threw Allen onto the bed where he landed with a soft thump and bounced lightly. Wasting no time, Kanda ravished Allen once more, their clothes being torn off in the process.

Trailing down the lines of Allen's stomach, Kanda's fingers reached the buttons of Allen's pants, unclasping them in one swift movement. Reaching inside, Kanda's long fingers traced the veins of Allen's hardness before gently pumping it, smirking when Allen came quickly with a loud moan.

"Since when are you this easy, detective moyashi?" Kanda asked, retracting his hand from Allen.

"Since you kept me waiting, BaKanda," Allen retorted, face flushed and lips parted from his orgasm. Looking at Kanda through lust-filled eyes and mussed hair, Allen watched as Kanda removed his hand from his member and pulled it into the pale light. Sitting up, Allen took Kanda's hand and gently began to lick his seed off his lover's hand, coating it gently in saliva, paying particular attention to the samurai's long fingers.

Kanda waited as patiently as he could as Allen's tongue lazily cleaned off his hand, extending into the grooves between his fingers. Feeling his patience finally snap, Kanda forced Allen to the mattress, pinning him down with his unsoiled hand. Their pants were ripped off their bodies with a blinding speed and thrown against the wall and landed on the floor with a muffled thump.

Spreading Allen's legs, Kanda began preparing Allen, deliberately avoiding Allen's prostate, thoroughly enjoying Allen face as he was tormented.

"G-God Yuu…st-stop teasing me…"

"But this is punishment moyashi," Kanda quipped, brushing that spot ever-so gently, making Allen squeak in delight.

"Pl-please, ahh, Yuu…I'll be good, I promise…just uh please…"

"Please what moyashi?" Kanda teased, grinning wider at the sight of Allen's begging, his lips parted and flushed, drool leaking down his chin in desperation.

"Fuck me!" Allen all but screamed, arching his back in order to gain some contact with the sweating body above him.

Kanda bent over and bit Allen's neck in response, keeping care so not to let any blood spill from the broken skin and slowly slipped himself inside Allen. Not even bothering to let Allen adjust to the feeling, Kanda pulled out and rammed back in swiftly, enjoying the scream of pleasure Allen let loose.

"F-faster, Yuu, fuck me – ahh – faster!" Allen commanded, his chest coming into contact with Kanda's.

"As – uhn – you wish," Kanda responded, leaning over to claim Allen's tongue once more. Feeling the nearness of his climax, Kanda's rhythm began to grow sloppy. Allen's orgasm threw him over the edge as his tight walls clamped around Kanda's member.

Moaning Allen's name, Kanda released himself inside Allen, holding himself upright over Allen's heaving form on shaking arms. Being the first to catch his breath, Kanda pulled himself out of Allen, a whimpering sound emanating from Allen's lips.

Both lovers now spent, Kanda shifted to his side to hold Allen gently, their breathing returning to normal as they lay in each other's embrace.

It was Allen who broke the silence. "Did you miss me?"

Kanda looked downward at his lover, threading his fingers in the messed white locks. Resting his lips on Allen's head he replied, "Of course.

A flash temporarily blinded Lavi, who blinked out the spots before stepping over the severed right arm of the victim. Bending down to the white sheet, Lavi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging.

"Another one?" came Allen's voice, breaking Lavi's thoughts. Turing his head, the detective saw the other approach him while simultaneously putting on white latex gloves.

"Yeah," Lavi murmured, turning his vision to the white sheet in front of him. Standing up to face Allen, Lavi pulled out a notebook and began to read off the information that Allen already knew.

I'm so sorry about the slow update, but I've had life happen, job and all that. Anyway, since I got good reviews, I'll drag it out some more...more review please. I think I'm a addicted to them :P