Author Note: Here's Chapter 9! Also, the vomiting in the last chapter wasn't pregnancy related; it's a symptom from the pills.

Me: Lenalee, will you do the honors?

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

Me: Chapter 9!

Situation

Chapter 9: Q&A and Rainbows

I open the door again, finding Kanda lying on the bed. He glances up and asks, "Are you alright?"

I nod, "Just nausea."

He didn't seem all that happy with the answer, but still scooted over to make room beside him. He still didn't have any clothes on, the only thing from keeping him from view was a white sheet. I slide in beside him, snuggling in and making myself comfortable. We lay together for a while when I began to get restless. An idea pops in my head, "Kanda, can we play a game?"

The bluenette looks down at my hopeful eyes with a confused face, "What kind of game?"

"Well, we ask each other different questions so we can get to know one another better."

He smiles, "Okay, shoot."

I tilt my head, thinking of a good question, "What do you like most about my body?"

"Tough one," he said. "I'm going to go with your muscle."

I pull up my shirt and gaze at my chest and stomach. I never really considered my body as being muscular, but if Kanda thought it was, then I guess it was. He thinks about his question a second as I cover myself again. He asked, "What's your favorite part of my personality?"

My eyes widen. How was I supposed to answer that? He was a bad boy, a jerk, and to me he was loving. I decided, "You're practically fearless. I know part of it's an act, but you play it so well."

I'm nearly certain he wasn't expecting that answer, but I continue with my next question, "Why did you grow out your hair?"

He sighed, "I was 'born' with it like this. I never cut it, just went along with it."

I nod. It was definitely a unique story, even if it reminded me he was really only ten. "Why is your hair turning green?"

I give him an odd look. He had an identical look only his gaze rested on the top of my head. I ask, "Um, are you okay?"

He pulls me up from the bed and drags me to the bathroom. He puts me in front of the mirror, and I gasp. He was right. My hair was turning mint green. Veins seemed to go through the previously white strands, starting at my crown and trailing to the ends. The darkest part was on the top and was the color of a green apple. The ends were lightest and seemed like I had dipped them in acid that turned them into the color of the inside of a lime. To top it all off, my hair was getting greener by the second.

"I'm guessing this isn't normal?" Kanda asked, his eyes trained on my jade ribbons. I roll my eyes, "No, it happens when I'm on my period, BaKanda!"

"I'm pretty sure you're a guy though," he replied. I turn on the sink faucet, dunking my head under the cold stream. Trying to remove the color, I run my fingers through my hair, hoping to turn it to snow again. I heard a masculine laugh from me, "You're not helping yourself here, Kitten."

Stopping the water flow, I pull my head up, squeezing out the extra moisture. I whine at the sight before me. Not only had my hair darkened, but it also had long blue streaks in it. "What am I? A Barbie doll?" I reenact the commercial voice and say, "Barbie Allen. His hair changes colors at random times. Accessories sold separately."

I place my elbows on the vanity and stare at my reflection. My hair was blue and green for no reason. I sigh in defeat and turn away from the mirror. Kanda follows me to the bed and sits beside me, nothing covering him. I blush, looking away, "Can you put on some pants, a sheet, or something?"

He shakes his head, "Nope. I hate clothes."

"That's new. I thought you were modest," I say, still looking towards the balcony. "Only so people don't stare at my tattoo, but I know that you'll do other things to it."

I roll my eyes and lay back, plopping down on the mattress. Kanda follows suit, and we stare into each other's eyes. I don't know how he guards his eyes so well, but he only shows his emotions when he wants to. "What's your favorite restaurant?" he asks.

Confused by the question, I reply, "Golden Corral. Why?"

"I thought we were still playing the game," he said.

I nod, "We are. What's your favorite color?"

"Purple," he said. I don't ask if it has something to do with lotus flowers, but assume it does. He thinks on his next question. "Favorite band or singer."

I stare up at the top bunk. That was way too broad to answer easily. I eventually settle the dispute in my mind and say, "I'm going to go with Linkin Park."

He nods, and I ask, "Did you ever have a crush on Lenalee?"

He sighs, "Years ago I might have…."

I smile. I got a confession out of Kanda! After my happy moment, I realize that my boyfriend was gazing at my hair again. I whine, "What color is it now?"

"It has pink ends," he replies. I groan and bring some of the strands down in front of my face. Sure enough, the sample was blush colored before it blended into blue. "I need a shower," I say and stand from the bed.

I amble to the bathroom, Kanda following. After he closed the door, I say, "You already had a shower!"

"I never got to wash your hair though," he replied. He steps toward me and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His lips attack the naked flesh on my neck as he works on the button of my jeans. I throw my head back and before I knew it, my clothes were in a pile in the corner of the room. Kanda had me backed up against the vanity, and was playing with my nipples as I moaned.

He pulls away and I whine slightly. He smirked when he saw my reaction, but still moves to the shower, turning on the water. I cross my arms over my lower half and quickly say, "Make sure you clog the drain."

He nods and leans into the tub, putting the stopper over the drain. The water was steaming now and Kanda stepped into the tub, glancing at me. I hesitantly follow, pulling the curtain closed behind me. The tub itself was more circular than rectangular, so I sank down into the little water in the bottom, still covering myself. The bluenette sat beside me, and picked me up enough to place me on his lap. I wasn't sure how to react to the position so I simply stayed still. The water was pouring straight down on my head, soaking it thoroughly in a few seconds.

Kanda scoots over a bit so I'm out of the water, and I soon feel his fingers running through my hair as he lathers it with shampoo. The smell of coconut wafts around us. His fingers massage my scalp as we sit in silence except for the water pounding down from the shower head. I still hated silence which was no change, but this was the first shower that I didn't have the urge to breakdown into tears. I feel Kanda's fingers leave and I move off his lap to rinse, ducking my head under the water. My back was to my boyfriend, and I liked it better that way. Nothing against him, but just because we were intimate now doesn't mean I want to run around with him staring at my nether regions.

The water had risen a few inches, and it was lapping at my narrow waist. Finally getting the shampoo out of my multi-colored hair, I crawl out from under the water, and sit beside Kanda. He begins to slather my hair with conditioner and it felt soothing. "Why are you so quiet? I thought you didn't like silence."

"I don't know, and I do," I answer. He finishes with my hair and I slip back under the water, rinsing out the conditioner. Once I was done, I edge closer to Kanda, cuddling against him. He picks me up and sets me on his lap once again except with our legs apart at a ninety degree angle. I cling to his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist while he does the same. I may feel really self-conscious, but I felt safe with the samurai. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

I sniffle, "The last time I took a shower, I made these." I point to my chest, the healing cuts standing out against my pale skin. "The reason I took showers was to cut."

He tightens his grip, holding me close to his body. I was glad for the protection he was willing to give, and I wanted to have it forever. Life was so hard, and I knew it better than anyone. "I don't care if I have to take every shower with you, I'm not letting you hurt yourself anymore," he whispered.

I lay my cheek on his wet chest, and nod. There was nothing else I could say or do to express how much I love him or how much I wanted to be with him forever. I can't say Kanda felt the same way, but I knew he loved me for now at least.

Not long after that, I was staring into the mirror at my red and black hair. Was I doomed to have colorful hair forever? Kanda was (finally) dressed behind me, stifling a chuckle at my predicament. I glare at him through the mirror, but he continues despite the threat. It was close to five and my stomach was starting to growl. I turn away from the mirror and move to the bed.

What was I going to do? It's not like I was just sick. My hair is changing color for goodness sake's! I couldn't go into the cafeteria like this. I rest my chin on my hand and whimper quietly. A feral rumble interrupted the whine, and I flop down on the bed. No one would notice if I put my hood on, right?

Knowing my luck, everyone would. Suddenly, something is thrown over my face. I pull it away and eye it. Kanda must have tossed my exorcist jacket for me to put on. I ask, "Are you a mind reader or something?"

I hear a drawer open near the balcony, "No, but I know what kind of faces you make when you're thinking."

"How long have you been studying my face?" I ask, sitting up and watching as he digs through his drawers. He glances at me through the corner of his eye before returning to his rummaging, "Since you got here. I happen to think that the faces you make are adorable."

I grin and pull on the jacket, my stomach eating away at my nerves. Kanda finds a new hair tie and proceeds to put up his luscious ribbons into their confinements. Even though I wish he'd keep the waves down, I say nothing. He let his hair down at lunch for me, and so I wasn't going to push. Besides, I didn't want others ogling my Kandy. I groan at how possessive I've become and brush away the thought.

"What color is it now?" I ask, hoping that it wasn't as noticeable. The optimism was short lived as he replied, "If you added hairspray to make it stand up, your head would look like it was on fire."

I whimper and bring the hood of my jacket up over my head. It didn't take long for the two of us to get to the cafeteria, order, and sit across from Lenalee and Lavi. Seriously, do they sleep here? I keep my head down as I inhale my food. No one had noticed the rainbow atop my head, but it was bound to happen. The rabbit tries to ask Kanda something about why he wasn't saying much like it wasn't normal and if it wasn't for Lenalee's clipboard, he'd be out cold. I'm not sure where she got it, but she seems to enjoy hitting the fuming bluenette with the piece of wood.

I giggle from the clunk that sounded as Lavi got a whack, too, proving he had no brain. After I was done eating, I was tempted to make an escape back to Kanda and I's room, but didn't on account of the samurai. I sit in humiliation, even though I'm aware no one had seen the vibrant colors of my normally snowy hair. As I cower, Lenalee leans across the table while the rabbit and Kanda had a "conversation" and utters, "Meet me here at eleven tomorrow."

I nod, not understanding the secrecy, but say nothing more. I tug the hood lower over my face. Big mistake. Lavi's attention instantly flickers from irritating Kanda to my shying away. He asks, "Hey, Allen, what's up with the hood?"

With that, he flips it off my head. I curse under my breath as the two extras at the table gasp. Quickly retrieving the covering, I glare at the Usagi. I wasn't certain how many people saw, but from the scattered sounds of shock from around the large room, I'd guess several were flashed with the colors. Lenalee asks in a bewildered tone, "Um, why is your hair hot pink and purple?"

I roll my eyes at the excellent color choice and reply, "It's been changing color all day. I have no clue how though."

Lavi laughs, "Are you on your period, or something?" I sigh at the coincidence and shake my head. With that, Kanda stands and drags me to our room. At least he helped me out of the awkward situation. Sort of.

Silently, he closes the door behind us and sits on our bed. I shake my head. Since when was it our bed? I mean, we had sex in it twice and slept together in it every night, but did that make it partially my bed, too? I mentally correct myself.

He sits on his bed and takes his book off the dresser, lying back with it as he got comfortable. It was only six and I wasn't tired. I walk toward the balcony and open the door. The mid-November air blasted me, and it soothed me as I stepped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind me. It was pretty cold, but I was fairly tolerant of different weather. I had to be with as much moving as I did with Master. Sitting in a chair, I look over the mountains, city lights, and crescent moon in the dark sky. It didn't take long for me to doze off.

Author Note: I know it was a pretty bad chapter, but I'm brain-dead here! I know what I'm going to do with the next chapter and then I was going to time lapse to the next month. That sound good? Please tell me what you think, and R/R! The review button is in the bottom right corner. You know the one. Type something and click the button!