So in case you all were wondering why this suddenly appeared... I'M ON AUTMUN HOLIDAYS! WOHOOOO! I have legit just been writing and posting all day. This was written only just now. I can't hold things off from your guys. Once I write it, it's yours.

Updates will probably be more frequent for all my stories, well, most.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM.

"So I guess this is our talk then?" Allen asked, but rhetorically seeing as he was never going to get an answer.

And he didn't.

Kanda just walked in his room, pushing open the slightly adjacent door as he walked through. And then he shut it behind him.

Allen had left it adjacent when he'd walked in. But Kanda had stopped ignoring his questions and firm looks, and was finally facing him. He walked closer to Allen, were he rested of his bed. Still fully clothed...but so desperately tired.

Tyki had sapped him of all his spare strength. Everything he had left. Now he only had enough to function through the day.

And even then, all he wanted to do was sleep.

But he couldn't let himself sleep the days away. Because if he did, his body would keep him in a completely unconscious or half awake state, never having enough energy to fully wake up again. It took more energy to wake up than it was to live 'low-key'. And that would be okay for now. He would live this way until he was replenished somehow.

If that ever happened.

"Why did he do this to you?" Kanda said, interrupting his slipping ludicrous consciousness and bringing him back.

Allen just stared at him blankly for a moment, before looking were his gaze was focused. His wrist. Allen cradled it to his chest instinctively, holding it lightly in his other hand in front of him. He sighed.

"I fought back, couldn't fight down the human instinct well enough." Allen said, before he fell back into his pillows. He curled up, arms still pressed against his chest.

And Kanda didn't move from the centre of the room.

"Do you know what you want to do?" Kanda asked, shifting his weight on his feet.

But Allen was thinking about the scene in Komui's office not too long ago. He knew he should have thrown "oh, yeah. I'm also dying" in there somewhere. Komui needed to be the first one he told in his 'soon' list. He would know where to go and what to do for Allen.

And he dreaded it with his entire being.

"No." He finally answered. He wasn't one for leaving things up to Komui to figure out. But his death wasn't really something he could manage all that well. No matter what he tried.

"You need to know, Moyashi. It's coming" Kanda said, moving to lean against the door. Allen knew he was purposely keeping Allen here, now. Because what was more obvious than that?

Leaning against the only door in the room? Smooth, Kanda.

"No shit, Sherlock." He voiced, staring up at his ceiling. He was done with everything right now. He as tired, he was aching and he wanted to be done with whatever this was.

But Kanda wasn't going to leave until he got what he wanted.

It was silence between them for a moment. Allen knew he wasn't going to be able to keep up enough of a front of Kanda decided to go at him fully. He would be letting Kanda in to himself, leaving him scope out the vulnerable side of him.

He was too tired to keep up a conversation, let alone a fight where he would have to pull something out of nowhere in order to throw Kanda off. He wasn't in any form to be dealing with this. But, it seemed that Kanda was completely aware of that fact.

So he was going to be staying here until Allen gave him something that would please him. Until he caved.

But if Allen was anything, he was stubborn. And even in this pitiful state, he was a ball of complete sass. Therefore, his plan at the moment was to just annoy Kanda with his sass and sarcasm until he got fed up.

Because it was beginning to look like competition of who was the most stubborn.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what you have planned, idiot." Kanda said, voicing his obvious intentions. Allen didn't let it slide.

"Oh really? It was not obvious at all." He said, rolling his eyes at the ceiling. He didn't even have enough energy to look at Kanda right now. "I didn't even notice, it was so smooth."

"Like you could do better"

"I know I could to better. The thing it's I've never actually tried to lock somebody in a room. I'll use your attempt as a terrible example if I ever try."

"Shut up, Moyashi"

"Great comeback, how many times have you used it now? Seven times? It's so original, I'm hurt." Allen said, holding his hands to heart.

"Like you are any better, sprout.

"Oh, how you wound me, my Ninja Emperor-slash-Samurai." He said, rolling his head to look at Kanda next to him against he door.

"Where the hell did the ninja come from? How the hell am I a ninja?" Kanda blanched, that blessed anger finally making a appearance. The anger Allen needed to kindle if he was going to get Kanda to leave him alone.

"I don't know? You're the ninja. Only ninjas will know." He continued, holding back the grin that was starting to form on his lips as he watched the anger build within Kanda.

"I'm not a ninja." Kanda said shortly, knuckles whitening with his grip the doorframe. And Allen could barely hold back his grin.

"It's okay if you don't want me to know. I understand that the ancient Yakuza code has earn't your silence."

"The Yakuza in the Japanese mafia! Not wherever the hell ninjas come from! And I am in neither!" Kanda's burning glare focused on him, and Allen schooled his expression to one of disinterest.

"That's a really shame. You could have showed me some for your super-ninja moves, since they are supposed to have that sort of skill." Allen said, pouting slightly from where he laid on the bed.

"I still have enough skill to be able to shove my katana down your throat." Kanda said darkly, his own snark making an appearance.

Allen couldn't help the tug at the corner of his lips.

"You could always shove something else down my throat." Allen said, shrugging as though he was disappointed. Kanda's head snapped over to him, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Forming the words as he tried to process them.

And Allen absolutely lost it.

He was laughing so hard it hurt, rolling over onto his side as throaty laughter burst from his chest. He laughed for what felt like forever, his tiredness taking a backseat to it. He felt his laughter recede into giggles after some time. He looked up at Kanda again, seeing his reaction. But, Kanda face hadn't changed.

And so he lost it again.

He rolled over to face the painting on his wall, cradling his broken wrist to his chest as his body seized and shuddered because of his laugher. His laugher echoed off the walls, surrounding them the sound of his joy.

It was a long time since laughter had filled these walls. Or anything close to it.

But his laughed had begun to fade again when Kanda leant over him, one knee on the bed and one hand braced against the wall. He stared into Allen's eyes, his own eyes squinted.

"You're a dick." He stated, and Allen erupted into giggles again. "But this is not over, Moyashi. Mark my words!" And then he was gone, and the the door slammed behind him.

Laughter followed him down the empty hallway, and he couldn't deny the small relief that blossomed inside him with the sound.

A small smiled pulled at his lips as he walked away, laughter still echoing in his head long after it was gone.

Allen gets saucy! Lmao. And in case you were wondering This is not a Yullen or Arekan (or whatever it's called) Story! I do not write that! Or any yaoi-like thing. It's just Allen being a little bum. No romance. But I have a feeling that they will be getting close..

Because I love it when things are bittersweet.

Let me know if you like Allen being a little bum, or if you want Kanda to be more of a willy. Let me know~

I love you all.

God Bless,

SephrinaRose