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There isn't a Rhone, Lithuania that I am aware of.

Disclaimer: Kanda and Allen would make-out in every episode if I owned DGM, so I guess I don't.

Bruise

Chapter 3: Concealed

"Oi, Moyashi!"

Oh, the joy.

Groaning, I ask, "Is the door locked?"

Praying it isn't, I wait for a moment, hearing the knob turn, but the door doesn't open.

"Baka, get off your lazy butt and open the door!"

Spitting cuss words, I hold in my screams as I move to the edge of the bed and pant, "Okay, just give me a second."

"I'm a very impatient person," Kanda growled from the other side of the door, and I mentally flip him off, standing painfully and wobbling to the door. This works until I make it to the door, flicking the latch, and I then proceed to fall backwards since my balance was screwy, howling in pain as my body, mostly my rear, is jarred horrendously.

The door opens, revealing an aggravated then confused Kanda, and he asks, "Why are you in the floor?"

"Shut up, BaKanda," I spat, my face nuzzled into the juncture of the floor and wall. "Just what do you want?"

"I'm not talking to your back," he muttered, making my life five times harder as I push myself up, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. Of all the times he had to come, why the morning after the roughest sex I'd ever had?

My turtleneck and sweatpants seemed very constricting as I shakily stood, leaning on the wall for support as I say, "Start talking. It may take a while for me to get to the bed."

I hear Kanda huff before he asks, "Why is that?"

"Not your business. Why are you here?!" I harshly growl, finally becoming irritated with him. He remains silent until I finally make it to the bed, turning away from him as he stood near the door, and then he continues, "I don't like repeating myself. I'm not talking to your back."

Wincing, I flop to my back, glaring at him from across the room, "What?!"

The bluenette immediately looks taken aback when he sees my face, and before he can ask, I smoothly lie, "I was training after dinner last night and took a bad hit from a punching bag."

"Whatever, Komui is sending Lavi, you, and me on a mission in Lithuania," he finally says after a long pause. As soon as I register the information, I internally panic, and I look away from Kanda so he wouldn't notice. No, I couldn't go on a mission with Lavi! What if I did something wrong? I can't be in this shape during a mission!

"Kanda, will you please help me to Komui's office?" I ask quietly, pushing myself up while biting my lip to keep in any pained noises. Scoffing, the samurai says, "And why would I do that?"

Smirking through the pain, I say, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Lenalee chewed you out for what you said to me yesterday, right? And the reason you're here instead of Lavi is because she was going to make you apologize to me."

"I'd rather blow my brains out before I apologized to you, or anyone for that matter," he deadpanned, crossing his arms.

"I know that, and I don't want your worthless apology. All I need is for you to help me get to Komui's."

"Why can't you walk on your own? A punching bag didn't do it, either."

Rolling my eyes, I say, "You may not be gay, but what do you think happens to an uke the next morning?"

"Ho, I didn't need to know that the rabbit got some last night," he growled. "By help you, what exactly does that mean?"

"It means that you let me lean on you so I won't fall," I explain, standing unsteadily, and I begin to wobble into the bathroom, securing myself on the vanity. Pumping some foundation into my hand, I begin to cover my face, looking into the mirror, and I nearly yelp in surprise when I see two dark eyes watching me through the reflective glass.

"How can sex hurt so much that you can't walk?" he asked indifferently, leaning against the door frame. Finishing my foundation, I turn to him, staring him right in the eyes, "Look, Lavi was a little rough with me last night, and I ripped pretty badly. It hurts. I don't expect you to know what it feels like."

Moving back to the mirror, I begin to apply the powder, but after a moment, I add, "It's like tearing a muscle, only worse."

"Che, wimp," Kanda grumbles, but he doesn't leave. In a few minutes, my face looked fine, utterly unblemished, and I look to the scowling bluenette standing in the doorway, "How do you want to do this?"

"I don't want to do it anyways."

"Kanda."

Pulling his hair over his shoulder and turning his back to me, he growls, "Just get on my back."

Hesitantly, I move to him, hooking my arms around his neck, and I can feel his jaw tighten as I jump up with a small cry, his hands grabbing my thighs to support me. When we got into the hall, people were openly staring. Well, that was until they got a death glare from Kanda.

I was shocked that he was even doing this to begin with, but I wasn't complaining or anything. No, I was just surprised.

About halfway to Komui's office, Kanda has to stop and move me higher onto his back where I was sliding down, and I squeak, hiding my face in his neck. He noticeably stiffens before continuing, his muscles clenched as he walks.

When we get to our destination, I simply slide down, wincing as my weight is transferred to my feet momentarily before an arm slips under mine, taking at least half of my weight, and I feel long hair tickling my neck. Kanda opens the door for me, but my happiness is short-lived as he all but throws me onto the couch, leaning against the wall.

The purple-haired scientist was drinking coffee and trying to avoid doing his work, but when he saw me, he went serious. Well, as serious as Komui Lee can get.

"What can I do for you, Allen?" he asks cheerfully, taking a sip of coffee from his bunny cup.

"I was wondering if you could refrain from putting Lavi and I on missions together," I request politely, tilting my head to the side and smiling my 'I'm so innocent, you can't deny me' smile.

Komui nods, "Okay, but I thought the two of you were dating?"

I reply, "We are, and that's the reason why I think that we should be kept separate during missions. I think our relationship could cloud our judgment."

"In that case, you and Kanda will go to Lithuania. There has been a series of odd deaths in the city of Rhone," he said, handing me a briefing. Opening the folder, I repeat, "Odd deaths?"

The scientist explains, "It seems that certain people in the city have dropped dead for no reason."

"What does that mean?"

"There were four deaths. All of them were healthy, teenage girls, and they truly just fell over dead."

Nodding, I ask, "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Oo_oO_Oo_oO

"Thank you for helping me, Kanda," I say as he lets go of me in front of my bed. Lying down, I pull the blankets over me, biting my lip in pain.

The samurai doesn't move, just stands there with a hand on his hip, and I mutter, "You look like a model."

As soon as I register what the words sounded like, I blush, but before I could say anything, Kanda smirks, "I know I'm sexy. Thanks for acknowledging it."

"I mean that you look like a priss," I correct, trying to cool my cheeks.

"Of course. You know, people have a tendency to blush when they lie," he says. "You just have on so much make-up that you look even more girly."

Glaring the best I can, I object, "I do not blush when I lie, thank you very much! And which one of us has hair longer than what Lenalee's used to be and unnaturally long eyelashes?"

Raising an eyebrow, he asks, "Why are you looking at my eyelashes? And which one of us can't walk, because they were the uke last night and couldn't take it being a little rough?"

"Can we please stop talking about my sex life?! Unless you're jealous that no girl will go at it with you, girly boy," I say, ignoring his eyelash comment. Kanda smirks and leans down over me until our noses our almost touching, and when he speaks, I can feel his breath on my lips, "Do you really want me to tell you how many girls have moaned my name from under me? Unlike you, I didn't have to get a guy with half a brain like Lavi to do anything with me."

For some reason, I feel jealousy swell inside me when I think about just how many women he's had sex with, and I stare up into his dark eyes. The orbs were filled with different emotions, so many that I couldn't make them out, and my breath caught when I smelt his, soba and mint. No wonder so many girls wanted to screw with him. He really is sexy. A jerk with something up his butt, but he still was probably the sexiest man I've ever seen. The issue with this position though was that I couldn't move my eyes from his icy gaze, and on top of that―ugh, not good wording―I had a boyfriend.

Swallowing thickly, I shrink back slightly and say, "No, thank you. I don't need to know the number of hoes there are around the Order."

"Really? Do you want to call Lenalee a ho to her face?" he smirks, straightening again while gazing in satisfaction at my shocked expression. "And that clumsy exorcist with the time gadget?"

"Miranda?"

"I don't remember the names," Kanda mutters. Smiling innocently, I ask, "So does that make you a man-ho?"

"No. The ho is the one who asks for it. Apparently, you aren't the only one who thinks I look like a model," he says jadedly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Just how many girls have actually asked him of all people to screw them? I wonder, appalled slightly. Closing my eyes, I ask, "So if they're the hoes, what are you?"

"The satisfier," he answers.

"Right, and what do you do to them when you're done?"

"Nothing. I leave the room and don't come back again."

Glancing at him, I say, "That's awful. What if they actually had feelings for you?"

"I don't have feelings, remember? I'm the emotionless jerk," he grumbles. "Why do you care? Jealous that I'm free from the binds of a relationship?"

"No. I think that one day, those words are going to come back and bite you in the arse."

"Dumb Brit."

"Err, stupid Japanist…Japat…Japanese jerk!" I growl, throwing one of my pillows at him and immediately regret it as I scream quietly in pain, biting my lip in misery.

"Baka Moyashi, next time tell the rabbit to take it easy. It won't help if you collapse on the battlefield," he says, tossing the pillow back to me, but I let it rest where it landed propped against the wall next to my hip. Rolling my eyes, I say, "I know."

As an afterthought, I ask, "Why have you stuck around? I doubt it's because you love the sound of my voice."

"It's fun to make fun of you while your comebacks are even more pathetic than normal," he smirks. I don't reply, because somehow in all of this he managed to fit "pathetic" into it. The way he said it though made me think that I didn't get the whole reason, but I ignore it. Hesitantly, I ask, "Kanda, would it be too much to ask that you help me tomorrow to the train like you did today?"

"Yes," he muttered, heading toward the door. When it was open, he says before walking out of my room, "But I'll come back thirty minutes before we're supposed to leave."

Smiling, I say, "Thank you!"

Nodding so I know he heard, he shuts the door behind him as he walks away. Painfully rolling to my side, I face the wall, grabbing the pillow Kanda had thrown back at me, and I hold it close to my chest, the faintest smell of musky autumn woods tickling my nostrils.

Why was Kanda being so nice to me? It wasn't that I was complaining, because I liked him like this. Well, I didn't like that he was questioning why I was hurt, but other than that. I'm nearly certain he knows when I lie, but he doesn't push it. Whether that's because he doesn't care or respects that I don't want him knowing…wait, I'm talking about Kanda, so scratch the last part. He doesn't care.

Maybe one day, Kanda and I will be more than comrades. Not like that, but I think that he would make a good friend. Part of me can imagine him being very protective of the ones he cares about, but right now, he doesn't give a flip about anything other than himself and Mugen. I'm not sure if I'll ever break-up with Lavi, because I don't have any reason to. He loves me, I love him, and that's the end of the story, but if we ever did, I think the person I'd go to would be Kanda. Between now and then I might get some common sense, but even if we hate each other, I trust him more than anyone else in the Order. In the world.

Mana was the only one before Lavi that's ever cared about me, and after several years, I've gotten used to it, but one day, I don't want to be alone. I want to be with someone who will be there for me, and not backhand me if I cry. Granted, a stoic samurai probably isn't the best choice, but it's a start.

Do you really want me to tell you how many girls have moaned my name from under me?

Why did that bother me so much? It's not like Kanda's my boyfriend, and I love Lavi anyways, but that just irked me for some reason. It made me feel like I was supposed pull him down and claim him for myself, instead of letting him screw every willing girl in the Order.

Was I…jealous…?

No. Not possible. Allen Walker is not jealous of the hoes that Yu Kanda has had sex with. He can sleep with whoever he wants, and it doesn't bother me at all. Not one bit.

Then why do I feel like I shouldn't have let him walk out the door?

Author Note: Gosh, Allen's stupid. If you want to tell him that, then please, Please, PLEASE R/R!