Two for two ^^ gave my InuYasha fans two stories, so it's only fair you guys get two too.

Hope this meets expectations and doesn't go too out of left field because... well, you'll see ^^

Enjoy my lovelies ^^

"Good evening Lavi."

The red head and his gun turned to the smooth voice, his green eyes wide as they lay upon the white haired man, his eyes as malicious as the smile on his coral pink lips, his body relaxing on a large white leather couch, his legs crossed and his hands in his lap.

"What brings you to my humble abode on such a lively and lovey evening?" Allen asked sweetly, "shouldn't you be out and about with your tall, dark, and handsome?"

"Shut up!" Lavi practically screamed, the black weapon in his hands shaking slightly as the barrel was forced into his smiling face, "just shut up!"

"Have I offended you in some way?" the other simpered, "if I have then I apologize-"

"SHUT UP!" the other yelled, his gun now shaking violently as his other hand clasped around it to steady himself, Allen looking on the verge of laughter, "shut up you lying bastard!"

"Lying?" the young cop asked, looking offended, "how have I lied to you exactly?"

"EVERYTHING!" Lavi seethed, "you lied about everything!"

"I beg to differ," Allen murmured, "in all my time with you, I don't recall ever lying to you all, and I wish you would lower your voice Lavi, you may wake someone."

"If my voice doesn't wake them the bullet in your head will!"

"Now that doesn't seem like the police thing to do," the silver eyes practically glinted, "but, then again, I suppose fornicating with the enemy wasn't either-"

"F-Forni-" Lavi stammered, "you let him FUCK you!"

"And I enjoyed every second," Allen practically hissed, "but getting back to the matter at hand, just how did I outright lie to you?"

"You told us the police knew nothing of the killer-"

"The police didn't," the rookie emphasised, "I did."

"The psychiatrist had no idea about these crimes-"

"I said the psychiatrist had no idea why he commits those crimes and… yes, okay, that was a half-lie," the young man sighed, "but in his defense, he was talking about the victims and he was referring to the victims that time… so, we were a little deceitful, but we didn't outright lie."

"DECEIT COUNTS AS LYING!" the other screamed.

"But you didn't say deceit," Allen simpered, "you said lying-"

"DOESN'T MATTER!"

"Lavi! Will you keep quiet," the younger asked, "I don't want you to wake-"

"You are accused of assisting a deranged psychopath and you're concerned about waking somebody!?" the red head asked in disbelief, his voice raising in volume as he spoke, "you have absolutely lost your damned mind!"

"That's assuming I had one to begin with," the younger pointed out smiling sweetly, "it's always been a little… different."

"Fucked up you mean."

"I prefer to think of it as different wiring," Allen corrected, "makes it sound more… acceptable."

"What's so acceptable about a FREAK!"

Silver eyes narrowed at the word, his smile faltering slightly while he struggled to keep the spark of fury that Lavi had lit in check.

"Tell me Lavi," the younger murmured, his voice low and dangerous enough to cause shivers slide up the red head's spine, "what is the difference between a high powered executive and a psychopath hm? The answer is nothing, there is nothing different between them; an executive is charming, charismatic and lacks empathy and remorse. So long as their emotions are kept underneath the mask of sanity everyone so desperately clings too, psychopaths can make the best businessmen."

"And yours chose to become a psychiatrist," Lavi snapped, "chose to deal with people like him."

"He chose to seek out the twisted and sinful," Allen corrected, "chose to find those who left stains on the world so that he may purge them, even if just one at a time; but you're wrong Lavi, you are so very wrong."

"How am I-"

"There is no one like him," the detective grinned sinisterly, "he managed to elude cops and, if he hadn't reached out to me, he'd still be eluding them. Then again, I wouldn't be set free and he might have spiralled into a psychotic break."

"He eludes them because you help him!"

"Yes, now!" the silver eyes glinted, "but when we first started chasing him, he didn't need help, didn't want it, but after seeing what I could do, he accepted it, albeit begrudgingly."

"Was this in or out of the bedroom," Lavi seethed, his gun steadied in Allen's face while the younger laughed.

"You assume we actually do it in the bedroom," the younger practically giggled, "but to answer your question, a little bit of both I guess."

"And you don't see an issue with this? With KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE!"

"They're not innocent," Allen snarled, "the greedy men who hit their wives and kids, the gold-digging slut who rejects anyone who makes anything less than six figures and not to mention the politicians who think they're better than everyone because they can get away with this are the furthest thing from innocent I have ever seen!"

"And the rookie cop that likes to take it up the ass on their corpse with the murderous psychiatrist? What is he? A saint!?"

"I never claimed to be innocent," the silver-eyed man smirked, "but you're right, I'm a hypocrite, name three people in this world who aren't."

"What do you-"

"Everyone is prone to saying something and doing the opposite; the mother telling her son to quit drugs while she throws back anti-depressants, the teacher preaching abstinence while his female students give him a blow job beneath the desk, the doctor who treats lung cancer but lights up five times a day. I'm a human, and that makes me a hypocrite."

"You're no human," Lavi snarled, "you're a freak!"

"Can you stop with that word," Allen snapped, "it makes me just the slightest bit uncomfortable."

"Which word," the red head now teased, "freak?" his green eyes smirked as the jaw muscle of the murderous detective twitched, "why not Allen? It doesn't bother you, does it, being called that?"

"Of course it does," the white-haired murmured dangerously, "it brings up some bad memories."

"Such as?"

"Memories of when I was weak, memories of when I shunned myself for being what I am."

"Well too bad freak," Lavi goaded, watching as the lithe body adjusted slightly on the couch, his lips twisting into a cruel grimace, "I call 'em like I see 'em."

"Well I'd wish you'd stop," Allen practically hissed, his silver eyes glaring at him.

"Why, am I making you mad?"

"No, you're making me mad."

Lavi's eyes widened at the sudden deep voice, his head turning behind him to the shadows, the moon reflecting off of the sword lingering an inch parallel from his left eye.

"Lavi," Allen simpered, "I would like you to meet the righteous psychiatrist Yuu Kanda, but call him Kanda, only I'm allowed to call him Yuu, and Kanda, this half of the smart-ass detective pair, Lavi… something or other, but call him victim number… I'm sorry, what are we on now?"

"Twenty something, I think," the deep voice snickered, "dunno, lost count along the way."

"Well, are you including the murders without me and the ones you haven't been credited for or-"

"If you're counting like that then-"

"ENOUGH!"

Cobalt and silver looked over at the red head, Lavi practically seething between the banter the two around him were very much enjoying.

"ENOUGH, both of you!" the greed-eyed man snarled, "neither one of you are getting away with this, they know we're here, they'll find you!"

"We?" Allen question, his teasing smile still playing on his lips, "just who is exactly is 'we'? By my count, there's you and-"

"Me."

The nose of a standard-issue gun pressed itself just an inch away from the silken white locks, the tall dark-skinned man just as fuming as his partner, though he chose to internalize it, his only tell was the seriousness of his face.

"Get your fuck-buddy away from Lavi or he'll find out how hard it is to make-out with someone who doesn't have a pair of lips."

"What did you just call him," Allen whispered dangerously, all traces of his joking smile gone as he faced Tyki with a malicious glare.

"You heard me."

"Do not," the white-haired threatened, "bring Kanda down to the same degrading level Lavi's on."

"The way I see it," Tyki pressed, "our relationship is far more developed than yours is!"

"And yet," Allen mused, "we're living together, we cover for each other, protect each other, love each other and the only thing you have to compare to that is what? Three days you spent with him in your family's cottage?"

Both of the strangers in the room felt their eyes widen at the sentiment, the green meeting gold for a second before Allen giggled quietly.

"Why so surprised?" he chided quietly, "Kanda got to psychologically evaluate you, secretly of course, there's nothing he doesn't know about you."

"H-How-"

"It's not that hard," the Japanese finally spoke up, his feet taking him to the side of Lavi's body, the sword moved to the rabbit's throat, his handsome features exposed to the moon's light, "money can get you everywhere."

"So that explains how Allen started hanging out with you!" Lavi mocked, "you pay him! Tyki! Ya owe me twenty bucks! They're not fuck-buddies, there're a prostitute and his-"

Whatever Kanda was the seething man on the couch and the golden eyed partner didn't get to hear it, the broad metal of the sword smacking the cheek, the redhead landing on the floor with a loud crash, his hands steadying himself while his gun slid over the wooden floor, the sword still as the click of the safety of the gun resonated through the room, cobalt glaring at the tall dark-skinned man, the gun pressed to Allen's temples, his own silver eyes furious as they too flicked to the black weapon.

"One more move," Tyki hissed, "and I follow through on my threat."

"I'm a hostage now," the white haired murmured, "that isn't a very police thing to do."

"Neither is fucking a known murder," the dark skinned man snapped, "but you did that!"

"Getting repetitious aren't we?" Kanda growled while Lavi picked himself up off the ground, his hand reaching for his gun, "you and I were both here to witness their own banter."

"Facts are still facts if they pertain to the situation," the red head mumbled as he rubbed the red mark on his cheek, his gun pointed at Kanda, the samurai's hand ghosting over the hilt of his sword, his cobalt eyes serious.

"Right, now that we're all in agreement; Allen Walker and Kanda Yuu, you're both under arrest for the multiple murders, you-"

"-have a right to an attorney, if we cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to us and anything we say can and will be held against us… blah blah blah," the young man finished, his body lounging against the couch, his silver eyes rolling and his voice bored, "I've said that more than once."

"We're aware," Lavi muttered, glaring at the killer in front of him, Kanda practically smirking at him, "now you, out your hands behind your head!"

"Che," the Japanese scoffed, "it's not as appealing when you say it."

"Just do it!"

"Lavi," Allen chided, "I've asked you before, will you keep quiet!"

"What does it matter," Tyki snapped loudly as if to prove a point, "your neighbours aren't gonna care how much racket we cause when you both are waiting on death row!"

"It's not our neighbours I'm worried about," the younger murmured, the corner of his lip curling upward as the two detectives looked at each other in confusion before, as though on cue, a shrill cry pierced the stillness of the night, startling the two of them horribly.

"What the hell-"

"May I get up?" Allen asked sweetly, "he'll get louder and louder and it breaks my heart to hear him cry."

"The fuck is that!?" Lavi asked, looking from cobalt to silver before landing on equally as confused gold.

"He's in the back room," Kanda gestured to the double doors, the swirling panes of glass obstructing the view, "go and see for yourself."

"Wh-What-"

"Then let me-"

"DON'T MOVE!" the redhead suddenly screamed, his gun aimed at the samurai who had moved towards the doors, his boots stopping on the wood paneled floor, the strong shoulders sagging as he sighed.

"Then go get him yourself," the killer glowered, "like my little moyashi, I hate to hear him cry."

The green eyes flickered around at Kanda , his face scowling as he practically growled at the other.

"Tyki," the red head asked, his question hung in the air.

"Go ahead," the curly haired man told him, his gun to Allen's head while he bent down to retrieve his second gun from around his ankle, the other gun pointed at Kanda, "I got them."

The redhead shuffled slowly from the living room, his feet side-stepping with his black gun still pointing at Kanda until he kicked open the double doors with his foot, his body disappearing into the shadows, the wailing increasing in volume with the open door, Lavi's footprints pattering along until they suddenly stopped, Allen's smile growing wider much to Tyki's confusion. Footsteps slowly retracted to the room, both murders relaxed while the partner stayed vigilant, his gold eyes looking around at the other two before they landed on the advancing form, his concern mounting as his lover moved slower, as though from shock.

"A-Allen," the whispering voice stammered, his green eyes wide, "wh-what have you done?"

In response the psychotic detective just sat and smiled, his silver eyes flicking from Lavi to the red cloth in his hands, the wiggling and wailing babe in his arms throwing his arms in the air as he seemingly searched for something, Tyki gaping at the sight of the crying baby.

Without another sound, the hand holding the gun to Allen's hand was suddenly grabbed and twisted, the tall man hardly having the time to react before a strong boot reached up and kicked him in the shoulder and collar bone, a sickening crack echoing through the room before Tyki hit the floor.

"Tyki!"

Lavi's green eyes were so focused on his lover's pain he did not notice his own as the long katana silently slit his left eye, the downward flick of the sword was swift and deadly, the redhead finally howling in agony as he collapsed to the ground, the red cloth disappearing from his hands though when he did not know; his mind only registered when the wailing stopped that the babe was no longer by him, his one good eye looking up towards the couch, his one hand clutching the bleeding eye while the other steadied himself, his vision blurred, the figures sitting on the leather cushions only faded outlines of the two killers.

"D-Damn you!"

Cobalt and silver looked from the baby to the dark-skinned man, his hand on his arm as he leaned his back against the wall, his face scowling while he looked at both guns Allen had managed to take from him, "damn you both to hell!"

"Tyki!" the young detective chastised, "watch your language around the baby."

Gold eyes watched as both faces turned from him back to the infant, Allen leaning into Kanda's shoulder while the Japanese had his arm around the other, their faces soft as the samurai's long finger's played with the small hands, his lips pressing a kiss to the pale cheek, the other smiling before he nuzzled his white locks into the Japanese's collar bone, his melted silver eyes smiling down at the child.

"Wh-Wh-"

The three eyes looked over at the gasping man, his tears unconsciously flowing down the other side of his face as he gasped from pain.

"Wh-Why w-would y-you kill a-"

"We didn't," Allen corrected, "someone else did."

"And you just saved the brat," Tyki sneered, his eyes growing wide as the tip of the katana was placed a millimetre above his pupil.

"Do not," Kanda hissed dangerously, his eyes furious, "call my son, a brat."

"Y-Your son," the dark-skinned man whispered, looking from the two of the couch to Kanda, "wh-what do you-"

"He's Kanda's son," the murderous detective repeated, his lips smiling down kindly at the babe, "as he is mine."

"B-But-"

"And here I thought you were smart Lavi," Allen chided, looking over at the bleeding detective, "I didn't give birth to the boy, I am a male after all, but he is ours."

"Th-There wasn't anything in your file about-"

"How did you make it to detective with that brain of yours," Kanda sneered at the redhead, "of course we couldn't legally adopt, too many questions, too many connections."

"Th-Then how-"

"He was a gift," Allen murmured, his silver eyes glued to his child, "a gift from fate."

Well... ain't I a little fucked up... yeah...

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P.S, in case you're freaking out, NOT mpreg, kay?