Author Note: So, this is a recap of everything in Kanda's POV. Warnings are the same. I know it isn't detailed in a lot of parts, but this is revolving around Kanda's emotions instead of retelling the story. Did that make sense? Oh well!

Kanda: Why torture me?

Me: Because it's fun. Lenalee?

Lenalee: Crowsnight doesn't own DGM or the characters, just the plot.

Me: Thank you. And on to chapter three.

Situation

Chapter 3: Irresistible

I look up as Allen walks into Komui's office. I pull off the "I hate the world" expression, even though I was delighted to see my Moyashi. Since when is he my Moyashi?

After the lunatic scientist tells us we'll be sharing a room, I draw Mugen on him, "And why would we submit to that?!"

I feel my collar being tugged as the whitette, and am dragged out into the hall. I try to slash him with my katana, but he blocks it, his growing hair slightly wavering from the fast movement. "Are you happy about this?" I ask, trying to sound like a jerk. Yes! Please, say yes!

He shakes his head, "No, heck no, but we don't have another option. Just come on." I nearly whine at the answer, but Yu Kanda doesn't whine. I sheath Mugen, but walk off in the other direction. I needed time to think, but if I was sharing a room with the hot teen, I needed a shower. And that meant I was going to have some fun.

After finding the room, I begin putting my things away. The Moyashi exits the bathroom, but I try not to look at him, the light sheen of sweat on his face. I hear him jump, and imagine that he's claimed the top bunk. I inwardly smirk, a perfect way to start his torture. I walk into the bathroom with my personal supplies, and begin arranging them. I knew Allen had feelings for me, though he tried to hide it. The feeling was totally mutual, though it's taken about a year and a half to realize it. I was always so worried that the person I let in would hurt me, but I decided that Allen wouldn't do that. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't over night, but I had come to that conclusion.

I turn my head to right, faced with a Jacuzzi-shower hybrid and curse under my breath. I will kill the deranged scientists. I walk to the shower and out of the staring Moyashi's sight. Instead, I remove my deep blue shirt and hair tie, letting the waves crash down my exposed back. Let's see him not drool.

Slipping back into Allen's line of view, I bring my hairbrush through the blue locks. I see the lust-filled, silver eyes gazing at me, and I kick my foot out to close the door, smiling. This was priceless. I don't feel bad for tormenting the boy, and it was hysterically entertaining to watch.

I take a quick shower, and put on some sweatpants before opening the door again. The whitette's eyes were glued to my wet, bare skin of my chest. Self-consciously, I run my fingers through my hair, "Who said you get to be on top?"

The Moyashi nearly choked, and I try to refrain from laughing at his state. He straightens, and says, "Because I want to be."

I mutter, "Stupid Moyashi." I sit on my bed and start pulling my hair up. Half-way through tying my hair, my eyes meet Allen's. He's dangling his head over the edge and his hair is falling, making him look like a winter elf that over used his hairspray.

"What, Moyashi?" I ask. Slight annoyance fills his silver orbs and he huffs, "It's Allen, BaKanda!"

Then, he flips off the bed, landing on his feet and Innocence arm. I must say it was impressive, and I liked the view of his butt in the air. Without looking back, he gathers his things and slips into the bathroom.

I smirk at the attempt to get my attention. He was going to have to do much better than that if he wanted to be mine.

After reading for a good half-hour, I see Allen return from the bathroom wearing sweatpants and a turtleneck. I brush it off, but the whole turtleneck thing seemed weird.

As soon as he walks past me and leaps to his bed, the smell of Moonlight Mist hit me. "Why did you use my shampoo, Moyashi?" I ask, closing my book.

He continues to move then freezes, "It's Allen! Al-len! And I ran out. I only used a little, though."

The innocence in his voice was amusing, but in order to keep my sternness, I reply harshly, "Don't use my things."

Reopening my book, I hear him try to get comfortable, and then he moved again. This time he sharply gasps in pain. I kick his mattress, "Oi, Moyashi, stop thrashing around."

He whines, "Sorry, just hurts."

This gets my attention. If he was in pain, someone was going to answer to me, "What hurts?"

"Why would you care?" he asks, still sounding as if he was in pain.

I try to think of a response, but can't get anything except, "I don't."

He leans over the bed again, his hair was much worse now, and hope filled his eyes, "Then why ask?"

I close my book again, wishing he would stop asking, "Because if you're going to keep flopping around like that, then I don't want you to keep me up all night."

His silver pools flood with hurt and despair, and it worries me when they soon go blank as he pulls himself up, just to get down and change the temperature on the thermostat. I'm tempted to ask why he didn't just put on a different shirt or take it off, but refrain. Whatever the reason, the boy was starting to worry me. He hasn't gotten injured lately, or else I would have noticed. Unless….

I brushed the thought away, and after the whitette went to sleep, closed my book and turned out the light.

I'm a light sleeper, so it didn't surprise me when I woke up from Allen flopping around in his sleep. What did surprise me is that he was hyperventilating. I immediately kick the blankets off my shirtless body and jump up. I was right. Tears were running down his cheeks and he was struggling to breath.

I leap onto the bed next to him, shaking him. "No, please don't Kanda!" he screams, and I nearly fall off the bed. The dream was about me? If it was, then what was causing him to do this? He continues screeching as I get on top of him, jerking him awake and shouting, "Moyashi! Wake up!"

He blinks his eyes open, and scrambles backwards. He shuts his eyes and raises his hands in front of his face. Allen's still crying, and seems terrified.

Confused, I ask, "What the heck are you doing?"

He slowly opens his eyes and wipes the tears away. It takes a minute for him to form words, and says, "Just a nightmare." He slides off the bed and walks onto the balcony, never looking back.

As I get back into my own bed, I was wondering what I was doing to him in the dream. The way he had his hands up, he looked like I was going to attack him. I slowly fall into a restless sleep, questions running through my mind.

I wake up the next morning and sit up, nearly hitting my head on the mattress above me. That's right…I was in a new room. I stand wearily, and cross the room to my dresser, picking up the brush and pulling through my long hair. I hear the balcony door open, but don't turn. He didn't sleep at all last night? The nightmare must have been pretty bad if he never went back to bed.

The whitette walks into the bathroom with some clothes, ear buds in his ears, and humming to "World So Cold" by Three Days Grace. I'm not sure he realized he was doing it, but I didn't think he listened to that kind of music. When I see Allen, I picture a bubbly, cute guy fighting for what he thinks is right. I've never seen this side of him before.

Everyone has secrets, I guess. But is it for better or worse?

I push the recurring thought away. I continue to brush my cobalt hair, watching the Moyashi walk back out of the bathroom. He seemed fine now. A faint smile was on his lips as it always was, and was his vivacious self again. I set my brush down on my dresser again, and turn my head in time to see his ivory hair disappear out the door.

I sigh. I really hated the Allen I saw last night, the terror reflected in his silver orbs, and the tremors racking his body. The kid's bipolar.

I shake my head and pull my hair up into its tie. I read the rest of the morning, except for a quick breakfast. Eventually, I figured it was time for lunch. When I leave, I run into the usagi and Lenalee. She suggests we all eat together, and I agree irritably. It takes fifteen minutes to get to the cafeteria, order, and receive our food. After twenty, we finally sit. "So, where's Allen?" Lavi asks me.

"Che, why would I give a crap?" I grumble, wondering the same thing.

"I saw him earlier heading back to your all's room," Lenalee said, trying to lighten the mood in her perky voice. Not long after she said that, the center of the conversation walked into cafeteria. I didn't look up, but saw him out of the corner of my eye. I hold in a gasp as I see the tight shirt and skinny jeans he was wearing, leaving very little to the imagination. He was also licking a bright green lollipop.

I didn't say the whole "try harder to get my attention" thing aloud, did I? The whitette sits in the vacant seat next to mine, still licking the lollipop with his long tongue, intent evident in his eyes. He was absolutely irresistible.

Komui's sister says, "Hey, I want a lollipop, too!" I hear Lavi chuckle as Allen shakes his head, the sweet smell of coconut washing over me, "Nope, I got plenty back at the room, but I'm saving them for later."

I refuse to let my eyes widen at the statement. Lavi interrupts my state, "Aw, Yu, why are you so down today?" Because the sexy Moyashi is on his knees, begging me to pin him to the wall and rape him, that's why!

I send him a death glare, "Don't use my first name, or do you have a death wish?"

Lenalee purposely cuts into the building battle and instead starts a new conversation, "Allen, have you read any good mangas lately? I'm trying to find a new one, but am empty-handed at the moment."

He nods and says, "Yeah, it's called 'The Uke Discussion', but I can't figure out what uke and seme mean."

I try not to, but still stiffen. What's this boy reading? More like how will he apply it…shut up, Kanda! He continues to lick the swirled candy as seductively as he could.

The rabbit starts laughing his head off. Usagi, if you say it, I'll murder you! Despite my silent threat, Lavi said it anyways, "Let me give you an example. If it was between you and Kanda, Kanda would be seme and you would be uke."

I swiftly punch him between the eyes, and he's out cold before he hits the floor. No one notices though, and I return to my precious soba.

Allen puts his elbow on the table, licking the lollipop and trying to look at my eyes. He shakes his head, "I still don't understand." He reaches out his extra hand and starts to twirl the hair that frames my face. I freeze. The touch felt so good, and I melted as he stroked my face as well, his fingers like feathers. "Can you explain it to me, Kandy? I mean, Kanda." I swallow at the new name.

I wasn't going to play this game, even though I wanted to. I stand, brush away the whitette's soft fingers from my hair, and walk out of the cafeteria. Though I missed his touch, I still began to run once I got in the hallway. I didn't stop until I was in my bed.

I knew the Moyashi would follow, so I needed time to calm myself. I run my fingers though my hair, trying to untangle it slightly, but mostly from nerves. Opening my book, I lay back against the pillow. I try to concentrate and I don't look up as the door opens.

Allen was about to jump onto his bunk when he made the mistake of saying, "You never told me what the wor-"

That's it! You asked for it! I cut him off as throw my book to the side, grab his waist, and toss him onto the bed. I straddle him, making sure he can't get out of his punishment. He had closed his eyes, and when he opened them they were flooded with so many emotions, I couldn't make any out. I lean down and he says with slight fear in his voice, "Kanda?"

I whisper in his ear, "Kanda? What happened to Kandy?" I begin to nibble on his right earlobe, and he shudders. I move to his face so my lips are hardly brushing his. Desire must've taken over the teen, because he pushes up to press our lips together. I shove him back down, and hold his hands above his head. I bite his lip lightly, and he gasps. I dart my tongue into his mouth and explore until I find his, and we battle for dominance. Of course, I win just before we break apart for air.

It takes much less time for me to catch my breath, and I begin ravishing his jaw and neck. I'd waited to do this for so long and I smirk as he groans, "Kandy…."

I feel his small hands tugging on my hair tie, and before I knew it, my hair was everywhere and my Moyashi couldn't get enough of it. I begin to trail my hands under his shirt, tracing over his well carved abs, but I feel something crusty, and he intakes a sharp breath. He pulls away, and yanks his shirt down. Pain and terror were evident in his silver pools, and they were shining with unshed tears, "I…I…c-can't."

I didn't understand what had overcome him, but I nodded and stood. After I grabbed Mugen, I was out of there, slamming the door behind me. I walked to the training room. I shouldn't have done that. I was completely wrong about the whole thing, thinking he'd care.

I began training with my beloved katana, but knew that it was still going to be awkward when I got back. I was a fool for letting someone in. I cared about him too much. Heck, I'm man enough to admit I was falling in love with the Moyashi.

But I was stupid. I was an idiot, an utter dim-wit, for thinking that he cared in the same way. Maybe I wasn't me though. Maybe he just thought we were moving too fast. Maybe it was because he was hurt there. I stop my mental babble.

I've nearly unlocked the door to our room when I hear it. The Moyashi was screaming. Bursting through the door, I dash to his side, tossing Mugen to the floor. He was flailing and screeching, "I'm sorry! Please don't leave, Kanda! Please!" My eyes widen at my name again, and start trying to wake him. "No! I'm sorry! Forgive me, Kanda, please!"

"Wake up, Allen!" I shout, jerking him as hard I can without injuring him. He was shaking and as his eyes opened, he grabbed a hold of my exorcist coat with a trembling hand. He must have been fuzzy at first, because as his eyes opened fully, he yanked the hand back, and said, "Sorry, just a nightmare."

He looked at my hands still on his upper arms, but I didn't budge them. Ultimately, he shrugged them off, turned to his side and faced the wall. I think he forgot he was in my bed, but I didn't mind. Though, he'll need to eat soon….

I pick up Mugen, and set the blade against the wall. I grabbed some clothes out of my dresser and head to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turn on the shower, and strip down. Once the steam spirits were rising from the water restraints, I step into the tub. I pull the curtain around the curved beam, and let the hot water race down my sculpted body.

I exhale, and stand directly the shower head, the water wetting my hair and dripping off my bangs and eyelashes.

I shampoo and condition, but while washing out the conditioner, I see something out of the corner of my eye. It was a razor. It looked fairly new, but had definitely been used. That was definitely weird.

After finishing the shower, I put on sweatpants, and a sleeveless black shirt. I stepped out of the bathroom and Allen was gone, probably to eat dinner. Sighing, I leave my hair down, running my fingers through the long strands. I sit on my bed and open my book.

About fifteen minutes later, the whitette returned, but didn't spare me a glance, just got a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. I shake my head and return to reading. I hear rock music being blasted, but can't make sense of the words. I don't recognize it because I don't listen to much music. The little I do know is mostly Three Days Grace and Pop Evil.

I read for about thirty more minutes, and then turn out the light. As I move to my stomach, Allen exits the bathroom, wearing yet another skin-tight turtleneck and sweatpants. As he hops onto his bed, I ask, "What's with the turtlenecks?"

"My arm," he says quietly. He sounds almost ashamed. I grumble, "I don't care about the arm, you know."

"Doesn't matter."

I sigh, but say no more. If he wanted to do that, so be it. My eyes close, and the sound of Moyashi's steady breathing lulls me to sleep.

Screaming. My ears register the sound instantly as the mattress above mine shakes. I jump up from my bed to find Allen flailing his arms around and screeching unevenly. I toss my arm over him, intending to keep his arms down, but get a different response. As soon as my arm is across his chest, he stops screaming, but begins whimpering. He clings to my arm for dear life, and I'm afraid that's literal. Slowly, I pull him to the edge of the bed and, removing my arm, transport the small boy to my bed. Before I can lay him down, he clutches my shirt and murmurs, "Kan…da…don't…leave me…."

I check to make sure he's still asleep. Yep, out cold. I pry his fingers from my shirt, and place him on the bed. I hesitantly slide in beside him, not sure if I should. From the looks of it though, he might have another nightmare, so I pull the covers over us. Rolling over, he nuzzles into my chest and I allow myself to bring him closer. I fall asleep with the Moyashi curled up against me.

Author Note: Chapter 3 is done! Chapter 4 should be done by Monday if not sooner. Please, Please, PLEASE R/R!