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Me: Will you do the honors, Kanda?

Kanda: Che, Crowsnight doesn't own DGM or the characters, only the plot, blah, blah, blah.

Me: Thank you, I think, and on to chapter 32!

Situation

Chapter 32: True Colors

I sit down with my ten plates of food across from Fou, waiting for her to begin as she pokes at her salad. It didn't really occur to me that she ate, considering that she isn't really a human, but she said that she has to eat like a normal person would to keep herself running, but she can only have things that are fruits or vegetables.

She sighs lightly before beginning, "Okay, so about a decade ago, the Second Exorcist Program was still being used, and Kanda and Alma were 'born'. They were the only Second Exorcists that survived and didn't become Fallen Ones, even though Alma became an akuma, and obviously many experiments were performed on them.

"I was one of the first people Kanda ever met after he was 'born' and he trusted me at that time, believe it or not. Whenever he wasn't in the experiments or with Alma, he was almost always with me, training, eating, or even just talking. Amazing that he was so talkative when he was younger. He had the mind of a twenty-five year old, but he still had so many questions, and he had forgotten everything to do with the Order so I was the one to explain it to him.

"I can still remember the day that he started to hate me like it was yesterday. The day before he was supposed to synchronize with Mugen, he was terrified that something bad would happen, and I told him that I would be there, that I wouldn't let anything happen. I told him I would protect him until someone stopped my program.

"The next day, he synchronized perfectly with Mugen, but the science division wanted to do another experiment too soon afterwards and they had to tie him down to keep him from hurting someone. I tried to help, I really did, but one of them hacked into my program and even though they weren't supposed to, they rewrote it to order-and-obey instead of freewill.

"I couldn't move as they restrained Kanda to the bed and put him in the experiment room."

I watched a tear slip down her cheek as she continued, her voice cracking, "I screamed on the inside, telling him it was okay and that I couldn't move, that I wasn't just standing there, but I couldn't speak either. I could only speak unless spoken to.

"I-I remember him crying and screaming at them to let him go, but they never listened. As they took him into the room, he screamed at me that I promised to protect him, that I had lied and he cried that he hated me over and over.

"After that, Bak's father found out about my program being hacked, but there was nothing he could do to make Kanda forgive me. The scientist that did it was fired on the spot, and Bak's father changed my program again so I could move and speak freely. The first thing I did was go find Kanda and it took almost three hours to find him in the woods meditating. I thought at the time that he would forgive me because the woods was our place, but when I got there, he wouldn't even let me explain. He said exactly, 'You aren't fit to be called anything to do with human because you betrayed me. You promised that you would protect me, but you just stood there. I screamed for you to help me! I screamed and begged and you did nothing! I hate you, Fou, you hear me?! I hate you and I wish we never met!'"

My food was long gone, and I had sat beside her, my hand resting on her bare shoulder. There wasn't anything I could say to comfort her, but instead I wrapped my arms around her, bring her to me as she cried. As she did this, she whispered, "I need you to tell him. You have to tell him for me so he won't hate me anymore. Please, Allen."

I nod, "Yes, I will, don't worry."

"Thank you," she cried, holding me tighter. We were definitely making a scene, but neither of us cared.

After that, we finished eating and headed back. I was surprised to hear that Fou was staying in my old room since it was relatively close to the new one and I knew where it was. She insisted that I come in for a minute, and when I did she gave me a gift. A late Christmas\birthday gift, but I wasn't allowed to open it until I got to my room. Fou also said that seven was the lucky number. Don't ask because I have no clue what she meant by it.

I wasn't going to open it until I had finished talking to Kanda anyways, and when I got there, he was on the bed reading the book I got him for Christmas. Sitting on the end of the bed, I gaze at the book cover since it was covering his face as I begin, "Kanda, I talked to Fou about what hap-"

"I don't care," he interrupted, not looking away from the book. After setting my square, wrapped gift in the floor, I snatch away his book, laying it on top of my present. The bluenette was unhappy with this, glaring at me like I was holding a bottle of poison to his lips as I sit beside him now next his hips. I push, "She told me the whole story and-"

"So you know why I don't want to talk about what it did," he interrupted again, his shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched. The attire he had hadn't changed, so it was easy to tell.

"Fou isn't an 'it' for the last time! Now, will you just shut up and listen?!" I say harshly, gazing him in the eyes as he stands from the bed. He stays silent until he gets to his dresser, his back to me as he rests his hands on the surface and supports his weight, "No, I don't want to listen to the excuse it made up."

I ignore his refusal to acknowledge Fou as a 'she' and continue, "You never listened to the reason!"

He punches the surface of the dresser so hard I could have sworn I heard a crack before he whips around, a livid expression on his face as he yells, "What is there to listen to?! I screamed and cried at the top of my lungs as they stabbed needles in me, and she never helped! She didn't move!"

"Because she couldn't move!" I retort, standing from the bed. Not losing an ounce of rage, he shouted back, "Of course she could move! She chose not to!"

"One of the scientists hacked her programming because she was trying to help you!"

Kanda froze, shock and astonishment over his features as he asked, "What?"

Calming myself down, I explain, "A scientist rewrote her program to order-and-obey, and she couldn't even speak unless someone spoke to her first. The scientist was fired, and Bak's father fixed her, but when she tried to explain it to you, you didn't give her the time of day."

Grabbing a shirt from in his dresser and slipping it on, Kanda bolted out the door, not even closing it behind him as I call after him, "She's in my old room!"

He makes no notion that he heard me, but goes down the stairs towards where my old room is, directly two stories down. Shutting the door, I smile and say to myself, "Great, maybe they can be friends again."

I sit on the bed, setting Kanda's book on the nightstand before tearing the wrapping paper off my gift. Underneath it was a brand-new box set of twelve books, still in the film, and I glance at the back. It was called "The True Colors" series written by Melody Carlson and each book started with a color and ended with "Color Me _". The book series was Christian and had won many awards for Christian youth bestsellers.

Running my finger down the list on the back, I stop at book seven: "Blade Silver: Color Me Scarred". Fou, did you get this because you thought I was still cutting? I rip the clear film and pull out the book by the spine, reading the summary on the back. It was about a girl named Ruth who was a cutter because of her abusive father, high mother, and a brother who wasn't much better off.

Eagerly, I read the back of each book, but none of the others applied to me, though I still wanted to read them. After throwing away the box and film, I pile the books up onto my dresser before moving back to the bed and begin reading.

I hadn't even opened the cover when I remember the battle between Kanda and me. Fighting the urge to let out an evil laugh, I set the book to the side and stand from the bed, stripping hastily.

Once I was left in only my birthday suit, I dig out one of Kanda's white button-ups, slipping it on along with my two-belled cat collar that I kept behind my picture of Mana, and I return to the bed, covering my left thigh and nether regions with the sheets. Kanda wouldn't hold out with this in the bed. Happy with my own devilish mind, I push up the sleeves on the shirt so I can open my book after making sure the shirt was only covering my arms, my chest completely exposed and inviting.

It was about a half hour later that Kanda finally came through the door and I ask, "Are you guys friends again?"

"Yeah," he answered before freezing when he sees me on the bed. He stares for a second, and I move my right leg a bit, showing more flesh but nothing more private than the inside of my thigh. I seductively close the book and run my hand across the empty sheets beside me, "Why don't you come lay down, Kandy?"

"Um, sure, I'm tired anyways," he says, obviously internally battling his lust against his pride. Ever so slowly, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy skin and perfect chest, and then he flings it to his dresser, swirling it above his head first like a stripper. I swallow back the moan I nearly let out and roll over closer to the wall after placing my book on the nightstand, my rear fully visible now, and I put my hands out in front of me, one over the other, as I begin kicking my legs in the air. Kanda stood still for a moment and I invite, "Well, come on."

As he lies down beside me, he covers my butt with the sheet, careful not to touch, and I whine, "But Kandy, I'm hot!"

"Then take off my shirt instead," he says, staring up at the top bunk instead of my body. I evilly smile, "Okay, but if I do will you give me a back rub?"

"No," he growls, his eyes slaughtering the mattress above us. Moving to a sitting position on my knees and taking his left hand that was beside him in my right, I press his hand to my neck and drag it down my chest, my bells letting out a tickling noise, "Are you sure?"

He closes his dark eyes, letting out a throaty moan as his hand is forced down my body, and just to mess with him, when I change the direction to go over my hip and outer thigh, I slow down, releasing a moan of my own. I smile and let go of his hand, the grin growing wider as he flips to his side, his back to me. He probably had a "problem", but I don't think he's going to ask me for help. Fine, he can be that way.

Licking my pointer finger, I make sure it's plenty wet before I press it to my boyfriend's back, bringing it down in swirling patterns. Eventually though, I got to the small of his back and couldn't go any further. Well, technically I could, but my hand would be down his pants and I'm pretty sure that means I would lose.

Instead, I cover myself with the sheet and press my chest against his back, running my left hand up his chest. As long as I don't touch anything private or used my lips\tongue, then I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to the samurai and that is exactly what I intended to do.

First, I started with his neck and collarbone, innocently massaging his shoulders before outlining the nineteenth, fifth, and twenty-fourth letters of the alphabet down his chest. From the closeness of our bodies, though he covered it, I could still feel his breath hitch when I finished and I grin, proceeding to tweak his nipples. I knew that Kanda's nipples weren't nearly as sensitive as mine, but I couldn't really do as much as I normally could to his neck, that being his most sensitive part of his body.

I remove my hand long enough to coat my pointer finger in saliva again before continuing what I was doing, and hear in a husky voice, "Allen…stop…ng that."

"Why?" I whisper in his ear. "You say that and yet you aren't pushing me away."

He growls before quietly gasping when I pinch a now pert bud, and making sure my breath was hitting his neck and ear, I softly ask, "I can stop if you still want me to. Which is it: lust or pride?"

"Pride," he mutters, and I pull away, prolonging the contact by trailing my hand behind. I don't think Kanda realized I heard it, but I caught the nearly inaudible whimper escape him, and I decide on a different approach.

"Does cuddling count as intimacy?" I ask the bluenette.

He's silent for a moment before responding, "No, but don't try something."

As innocently as I can, I hook a leg over his and wrap my arms around him, "Okay, I won't."

"Sure, and Lavi's hair is green," he grumbles, but he doesn't attempt to push me off as he reaches up and flicks off the lights. "I'm going to remind you of this tomorrow, when I win."

"Hit me with your best shot, Kandyman," I challenge as my heavy eyelids fall.

"You'll regret saying that, Kitten."

Author Note: PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING NOTE! IT IS VERY IMPORTANT! Sorry that this is such a short chapter, but the next chapter will take some thought. *Winks.* The war has started and people, you have to choose a side. Pick Team Kanda or Team Allen and give your ideas to your favorite! That means YOU MUST REVIEW. Please? Pretty please?

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