Allen and Kanda had summoned Komui, who, seeing the wolves, grew furious. How dare a vampire and his rogue lover hurt them. They were from his pack and they had been controlled by a common enemy. Allen explained that they were under Road's control and his fury switched targets. Those Noah were now on his list and he would make them pay. Komui switched from wolf to human, Allen backing up hiding a bit behind Kanda.
The human Komui had black hair that was much like his fur in color his eyes were the same shade of black. He had on a white trench coat, a blue turtle-neck, and tan kaki pants. He seemed to be Asian, his skin lightly tanned. One of the wolves handed him a pair of glasses, them being black and rectangular. He pushed them up his nose, finishing his 'doctor' look. Now that they can communicate more fluently, Allen explained about the mind-controlling Noah known as Road. She was mentioned as Noah of Dreams a few times as Allen recalled. When questioned on his knowledge, Allen froze.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Allen muttered.
"Then how do I know this information is accurate?" Komui questioned. His voice had gotten soft, but questioning and curious.
"Because it's the only thing you've got to find the person responsible who did this. Don't you wanna catch them? Then you better start believing that we are all on the same side," Kanda almost snapped, defending Allen. Komui yielded to Kanda, but the interested spark never died. Allen thanked his mate silently, clinging to his arm. Komui watched as the blackish-green wolf walked up to him.
She swiftly and smoothly formed into a woman. Her hair was a dark shade of green, her eyes a soft purple. The mother vibe that came off of her would pull anyone in. Her black coat was the opposite of her brother's. She had a white t-shirt underneath, black slacks melting in with her coat. This must be Lenalee, Komui's younger sister.
"Brother, we checked on everyone. They were just unconscious and a bit ruffed up. They don't remember what happened to them," Lenalee reported. "I could have told you that," Kanda growled, Allen playfully hitting his arm.
"What the hell happened here? A small war?" The voice of Cross came from the woods, and Allen grumbled. The scent of pepper and tobacco was unmistakable. The man himself came from the woods, a classic cigarette hanging from his lips.
"It would seem, but not among us," Komui cleared, looking at Lenalee with a small fire behind his black frames.
"Ah, no wondered why it smelled of candy," Cross hissed.
"Candy?" Lenalee questioned, tilting her head.
"And they say dogs have good noses," Cross huffed, causing a bit of the pack to growl. Allen was among them, indignant of the title.
"Who said no one smelled it? I can even name the Noah!" Allen barked, a small fire burning in his eyes.
"Bet you could," Cross stated, a bit of sadness biting at the edge of his words. Allen flinched. Komui noticed the small movement, and went to question, but decided against it under the glare of the noble vampire.
"Alright, now that things are settled, go home and tend to the small wounds I inflicted," Kanda waved them off, dragging Allen back to the house. Tim, who had been standing by the door, checked his master over. Finding no injures, the small half-demon cooed.
"Pue~" Timcanpy seemed to sigh.
"I'm alright, Tim," Allen chuckled, putting the little sprite on his hip. Kanda smiled, noting how motherly Allen was to Tim. The sudden thought of his own children sitting on Allen's hip. It stirred warm feeling Kanda got spread through his body, as he smiled.
"Kanda~~" Allen whined, pulling the noble from his thoughts. "I'm hungry," Allen pouted, Tim with a pleading face.
"Your always hungry, Moyashi," Kanda teased.
"No I'm not, Ba-Kanda!" Allen snapped back.
"Your the baka here, Moyashi," Kanda countered.
"If I'm a baka, then your even more stupider than a baka!" Allen glared, Tim giggling as the two mates were fighting.
"You know, that was the weakest comeback I've ever heard," Kanda chuckled as Allen pouted in defeat. Allen walked into the kitchen, watching the spirits work their magic on the pots and pans. Kanda headed up to his room, slowly sinking into his bed. The huge uproar with the wolves had taken up most of the night, leaving him tired and drained of most of his energy. He didn't even recall transforming back to his human form.
His throat burned, the argument the bean sprout had riled up his thirst. That damn wolf and his exotic scent. Said wolf was still in the kitchen, eating dinner with Timcanpy. Kanda sighted and laid down, knowing his little wolf would join him when he was done.
"Please hurry, Allen. I can't hold back my thirst for long," Kanda whispered.