NOTES: It's too early/late to being writing Author Notes. XD So all I'm going to say is fucking hell, I feel so bad for everybody in this chapter! TAT It pains me to write Kanda like this. TAT
FUCKING HELL, I FORGOT A DISCLAIMER. As obvious as it should be, I do not own D Gray Man! ._. I'm going to bed now!

Daisya and I walked around the city. We had been playing soccer out in the park then decided to walk around the town for the hell of it. There wasn't much else to do anyway. I stayed bored without Kanda being around. It was weird to me because I had never noticed how much I depended on him until he was gone. But Daisya had forced me to go to the park with him and play soccer with some of the other guys. I hadn't been as social as I used to be with Kanda gone. There was just something that seemed so wrong with going out and having a good time when I had no idea where my best friend was. But really, I had no drive to do anything anyway.

"You know, Lavi," Daisya began when we stopped walking. He bounced the soccer ball back and forth on his knees as he spoke, "You need to get out more. I know you miss Kanda and all, but damn, you've got to try to keep living."

I hated the way he spoke, as though Kanda were dead. It was how everybody was beginning to speak. Everybody except me and Tiedoll. It was going on two months missing, with no signs of him anywhere. There had been no tips, no phone calls, nothing. The case, if there had really been one to begin with, had gone cold. I don't even know if the police really ever tried to find him. I had though. I had searched as much as I could. Sometimes my friend, Allen, came with me. They had never really liked each other, but Allen was too kind-hearted not to help out. We hadn't found anything either. I thought I had found him once, but it had just turned out to be a girl with remarkably similar hair. Needless to say, it was a let-down. A major one at that. My heart had soared when I thought it was him, but it crashed and burned when she had turned around.

"He'll be back," I muttered, more to myself than anything.

Daisya had heard me. His eyes went downcast, and he ran his fingers through his messy brown hair. "I hope so, Lavi. I hope so."

I leaned against the brick building, my lone eye staring ahead at nothing in particular. It seemed like every day I was thinking about him. Maybe Gramps had been right when he said I had grown too dependent on Kanda, and Kanda too dependent on me. But what did he expect? Kanda didn't socialize well, so I was one of the few people he was close to. Of course, he was dependent on me. And I needed him to keep me focused, to keep me grounded. We balanced each other out almost perfectly.

"Did you hear that?" questioned Daisya.

I shook my head, mind snapping back to reality and back to the present. Listening carefully, I tried to pinpoint just what it was I was supposed to be listening for. All I could hear was the occasional breeze and passing car. There wasn't anything else. Most of the people were at some festival on the other side of town, so it was strangely quiet. Suddenly, there was a loud clank in the alley we were standing next to. It had sounded like something fell against---or in, maybe---the dumpster. My face scrunched up. "What do you think it is?"

He shrugged, and we both peered in the alley. It was too dark to see very far into it. The furthest we could see was about five feet, just within the street light's limit. "Maybe it's just a cat," I stated quietly.

"Let's go check it out anyway!" Daisya had always been the mischievous, thrill seeker. A mysterious noise in the alley was just the type of thing he'd go after. Not to say, I didn't mind a bit of a thrill myself. Still, this seemed like a lot of trouble to go through for a cat. Rolling my eye, I followed him into the alley.

"I can't see shit," I grumbled, jamming my hand into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I flipped it over, using the screen as a make-shift flashlight. I shined it towards the dumpster, my breath catching in my throat.

"K-Kanda?"

Before I had time to do anything, my knees gave out. I fell to the concrete in front of the form of my best friend. I observed him, my vision threatening to blur with the tears that were trying to pour down my face. His hair was hanging over his shoulders, a bit longer and uncombed. His blue eyes were sunken in and dark underneath. He was skinner than he had been, and his skin paler. He was in a loose fitting pair of jeans with no shirt. From the light of my cell phone I could see various cuts and bruises. But what shocked me most was the fact his wrists were loosely bound behind his back.

My mind was racing, and I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do. I reached behind Kanda, untying the knot that held his wrists, and clung to him. Tears poured down my cheek, falling into dirty, black hair. I was so scared to let go, scared that if I did, he would disappear. I broke down even more when I felt his hands loosely clinging to my shirt. They were shaking weakly. It was as though the Yuu Kanda I had known had been completely shattered.

Daisya went to speak, but I shove my phone at him, praying that he knew I wanted him to call for help. My voice wouldn't come. Every time I tried to talk, it came out in choked sobs. And Kanda hadn't spoken at all. I could feel it when I clung to him that he was trying to be strong. He had never been the type to be openly emotional. Even then, when it was obvious he had been through hell and back, he was trying to hold onto that strong side that he worked so hard to maintain. It was heartbreaking in its own way. I, on the other hand, was crying enough for the two of us. After everybody had told me to give up, and told me to just face the fact that he might never come back, I finally found him.

But the way things looked, it was hardly a happy moment. It took all the energy I had at the moment to pull away from Kanda long enough to take off my jacket and drape it around him. He didn't say anything then. His hollow, blue eyes just seemed to stare down at the ground, rarely looking up at me. It was Kanda, but it wasn't my Yuu at all, which meant I had to do whatever I could to get the old Yuu back.

How was I supposed to do that when he wouldn't even look at me? Wouldn't even speak?

Shaking hands clung back to my shirt, Kanda pulling himself closer to me. The lump in my throat came back, tears pricking at my eye again before spilling down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him again, pulling him close.

"I-It's gonna be...okay," I cried, two months of emotion rushing out of me, "I-I missed y-y-you."

Kanda didn't reply, but I did feel him nod, fingers loosely clutching the fabric of my shirt. I don't know how long we stayed like that, just clinging to each other. Myself afraid of losing him again, and I think he was afraid of being alone. It was so strange to me to see the boy that had defended me all those times in middle school, my best friend, so broken. Kanda, the boy who never seemed to need anybody, needed me. And at that moment, I needed him too. I needed him back.

"W-Where...Where have you been?" I managed to choke out, feeling him shake his head against my chest, showing that he didn't want to talk about it. I nodded in response. We'd talk about it later, I figured. Right then, all I wanted to was get him help and hold him as we waited for help to arrive.

NOTES: , YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME WRITE THE COMA. TAT And I'll go ahead and say, it'll probably get worse...I'm going to bed now. ._. Reviews, please?