Wisely: I'm getting quite the annoying headache at the moment. Must I do this?

Hana: -shrugs- Everyone else seems to enjoy popping in — TYKI! NO SMOKING!

Tyki: ...-puts the cigarettes away, grumbling in displeasure-

Hana: Whelp~! Neither XavierForeset nor myself own D. Gray-man. More stuff like this would probably be happening if we did xD

Tyki: I suppose you lot should read.

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+ - Chapter 8 - +

"This is stupid."

"You said that."

"Well now I'm saying it again. This. Is. STUPID!"

The other boy rolled his eyes. "Isn't it your fault we're even in this stupid mess, Timothy?"

"Is not! You had your two cents too!"

"It was your idea, Hearst!"

"You're the one that had us go through with it, Jenkins!"

"BOYS!"

"Sorry Emilia..." The two orphans muttered.

"I don't get it, weren't you two best friends not ten minutes ago? And what on earth was all this about someone's idea?" She was looking pointedly at Timothy, who realized he was already being blamed before he got to explain anything.

"LOOK! A HOT GUY!" The moment his caretaker turned her back, Timothy made a break for it. That lovesick idiot was so desperate for love the mention of a hot guy would immediately catch her attention. Leroy would get the blame this time, not him.

Timothy Hearst was about twelve years old, he'd lost his mother three years ago, and his father was somewhere, but no longer cared enough to find out where anymore. All he was left with was a stupid orb that didn't even seem it was worth any of his time, yet he still kept the damn thing on his person.

He cursed when he heard four sets of paws running in his direction. No way was he going back. Not this time.

"Timothy! Get back here!"

"No way in hell!" He shot back over his shoulder, still running.

Which is why it came as a surprise when he suddenly crashed into someone. "What in the...!?" The man, Timothy had deducted it was such by his voice, was young, but perhaps a little older if he was right. Not taking the time to actually look at the person, he got up, and dashed, grabbing the other male's hand.

"Sorry! Taking ya hostage now, mister!"

"H-Hey! Now hold on a-gah!" He was pulled suddenly between two buildings, confused as he looked down to the kid who had someone managed to drag him all the way here. He saw dogs and people rush back, and in the back of his mind, wondered if people were that dumb, or if the dogs needed to get their noses and ears checked.

"That was close." Timothy sighed. He looked up to the guy he literally pulled into it. "Wow, you have weird hair."

"Like you're one to talk! Blimey, you gave me a bloody scare for the love of-" The white headed male sighed, deciding this wasn't going to get him anyway. "Allen."

"Huh?"

"You're Timothy, right? I heard that woman shouting your name earlier. Is she your mother?"

"Hell no! She's just a stuck up love-sick caretaker."

Allen looked the youth in the eye, not really needing to bend down, seeing as how their heights weren't all that different. "Now, you shouldn't be referring to someone who looks after you like that.

"So you're gonna lecture me then, old man?" Timothy huffed, scowling.

The elder fingered a couple white strand of hair with a pout. "I'm not that old."

"How aren't you? You got grey hair."

"It's not grey. It's White. Like, seriously white...and it turned this way because of a traumatizing event when I was a kid."

"Uh-huh."

"You're reminding me too much of him right about now..." Allen could almost feel a vein throbbing.

'Hello? Allen? You still there? Moyashi-chan~' Allen blinked, before looking down at his hand. All that, and he hadn't lost his phone. He put the phone to his ear.

"I'm here, Lavi...and call me that again, I'll make you bald."

"So cruel!" The red head exclaimed from the other line.

"I'm not cruel, just stating a fact."

"But my hair is fabulous! You can't just get rid of it like that!" Lavi protested indignantly, causing Allen to wince at the volume.

The blue-haired tween looked at the older male with confusion. "Who the hell are you even talking to?"

"A friend." Allen stated. "Fun guy, but a huge pain in the arse."

"Ass."

"Huh?"

"You said 'arse', it's obviously pronounced 'ass', dumb butt."

"'eaven and 'ell, excuse me for bein' bloody British, ya annoyin' lil' twat!" Allen all but blew up at the kid. Honeslty, did this child know no manners?"

"Tell ya what, take me home with ya for a bit, and I'll stop messing with ya while I stay there."

"I doubt that's a good idea."

'What is?'

"Lavi, I'll call you and Lena back, okay?"

'Fiiiiiine. Killjoy.' He heard Lavi say before he hung up on the red head.

Pocketing the phone, Allen gave the other a pained smile. "You wouldn't want to come home with me. Besides, what about your caretaker?"

The blue-haired boy grimaced. "She won't care. And why won't I want to go with you?"

Smile shifting to a smirk, the older boy cocked his head. "Because of the person I live with."

"They can't be all that bad. C'mon! Please? I have candy!" Allen's smirk wavered. Curses...one of his weaknesses...the notion didn't go missed by Timothy, as he grinned, "C'mon Allen~ let me stay a while, and I'll give you my whole stash!"

"Deal." The British male said with no heasitation. "But how do I explain this one to Kanda?" Allen grumbled.

"Kanda?"

"He's...uh, well...my fiancé..."

"So you're gay."

"I guess? What, is that a problem?"

"Leroy's Pansexual."

"Who now?" Allen quickly shook his head, dismissing his earlier comment. "I'm heading home from my friend's home. If you're coming, then you'll have to keep up, because I'm going to miss the train if I don't start running."

Timothy didn't have time to question before the older male rushed off. Not wanting to get caught and brought back to the orphanage, he chased after his new acquaintance.

( * * )

The two barely made it in time for the train, collapsing on the seats and drawing the attention of everyone around them. By the time he'd managed to catch his breath, Allen was already fretting about his fiancé's reaction to him bringing home someone who he'd known for roughly five minutes.

"I'm a dead man." Allen finally decided. "I'm a dead man with the devil himself ready to feast upon my flesh."

"Man, you're a weirdo, Allen."

Allen chuckled, "Maybe just a little bit?"

"More than 'just a bit'. You're acting like it's the end of the world."

The elder rubbed at his temples. "It is the end of the world. Kanda's gonna kill me... what if he gets that thing out again?!" Allen shivered, remembering the many sessions between him and his lover in which the man used a humbler against him. It was pure torture... Sighing, the Brit looked Timothy square in the eye. "Listen, I'll have to butter him up a bit, so whatever you do, don't annoy him."

"You make him sound like a psychopath," Timothy deadpanned.

"Worse. He's a psychopathic FBI agent."

"Oh."

"Yeah... I just hope he's not already in a bad mood when he gets home..." Allen really didn't want to have to deal with it again... He could still remember how it felt to have that thing clamped around him, with hands — not good not good NOT GOOD. He sucked in a breath, finding his pants uncomfortably tight. He really was a glutton for pain and punishment... Subtly crossing his legs, he tried not to hiss when his arousal rubbed against the fabric of his underwear. Why did this always happen to him? Oh well, at least no one was looking...

Timothy blinked, staring at the other with a frown.

"Yes?"

And then the boy not-so-subtle stared at Allen's pants.

"Oh shut up."

"I didn't say anything," the French boy said with a shrug.

( * * )

They could've have gotten there faster, Allen decided. Not only did he have to try and hide his obvious problem, but a kid saw it. He blamed Kanda. It was that man's fault. Perhaps not directly, but it was still his fault. Shoving the key into the door, he let himself and Timothy in. His ever faithful dog met them, jumping on Allen, and knocking him down in the process.

"Gah! Down, Tim! Bad dog!"

"Uh..."

Finally managing to remove Timcanpy from him, Allen sighed. "Tim, this is Timothy, Timothy; Timcanpy."

The boy slowly nodded, a little caught up on the fact that he was just introduced to a dog with a similar name to his own.

Allen, on the other hand, was glad to find that his fiancé had yet to arrive home. That left him with time to figure out how to deal with what happened when the man came back.

"Uh...juice? Water?" At least he'd try being a gracious host for his guest.

"I don't care." The younger said, looking around. "Pretty nice place y'got here. I bet it cost a fortune."

"Maybe. This place was Kanda's alone before I moved in with him."

"Your fiancé's? Good job on findin' a rich one."

Allen nearly chocked. "E-excuse me?!" A dark red flush crept up his cheeks, a sight he knew his lover would have ravished him for. "Just to be clear, he asked me! And I didn't agree because of the money! In fact, I had to beat the pervert off for the first few months!"

"What changed?" The question was innocent enough, but should Allen tell him anything?

"He accepted me." He finally answered. "Despite what most would've shunned me for, he accepted me and all my flaws."

"Including your arm?"

"Yeah, including my — wait, how did you just find out about that?"

"If you hadn't noticed, when I grabbed you earlier, it was your left arm. It felt different." Timothy told him. "I don't think it's a big deal. I got this weird scar on my forehead. Blame my old man for that one though."

"You're father left a scar on your...forehead?'

"Not really where he intended to aim." Timothy pulled out an orb, a sparkling light blue and if Allen didn't know better, he was sure there was a dull shine coming from it. A trick of the light, perhaps? "I'm pretty sure he stole it. Idiot never knew how to keep his hands where people can see 'em."

"Why do you keep it?"

"It's all I have left from him. I don't know where he is, and frankly, I don't care anymore. When my mom died, he dropped me, literally, at the orphanage's doorstep." He placed the orb on his lap, two hands keeping it where it in place. "He came back one day and saw me and some other kids in the back. That was when he threw this at me, before running off."

Allen winced at the last bit. He would've liked to have thought that there was no way someone could do that to a child, but he'd seen far too many evils of this world to believe otherwise.

"So, you gonna figure out how you're gonna deal with your lover?" The question was so blunt, Allen nearly fell off his chair from the question. "You didn't think of that, did ya?"

"Uh...not really..."

"Good thing he's an FBI agent, otherwise, you'd be behind bars for trying to kidnap a kid."

"It's not kidnapping, you followed me, and bribed me with candy...by the way, pay up." Timothy huffed, reaching into his jacket, and giving the British male the candy he had on it.

"It's a little melted though."

"I'll still take it."

Taking the little bag, the Brit peered inside and was pleased to find a decent amount of candy. Five minutes later found them both sitting on the leather couch with Allen happily munching on his newly acquired sweets, using them as a distraction to forget how he was going to deal with what would come later.

"How much do you wanna bet he'll just come through that door just before you can figure out an excuse?"

Confused, Allen looked to the child, swallowing what he had in his mouth, "Why would you say that?"

"You just kinda seem like the kind of guy with that kind of luck." He clarified. "Besides, what time is he supposed to be coming back here?"

"Uh..." Allen looked to the clock, "in about two hours, I think." Was that clock an hour fast, or an hour slow? Either way, he really needed fix that damn thing. No matter how many times he changed it to the correct time, the stupid thing somehow lost track of time.

Clock irony, he supposed.

Actually, the kid was right. The oldest in the room knew exactly how terrible his luck was, so the probability of Kanda getting home sooner was high. It was already dark out, he noticed after a quick glance at the window.

He really hoped the man was in a good mood. If not... God have mercy on his arse.

As though on cue, Allen heard the door click. "I hate my luck."

"What luck?"

"Shuddup!"

Allen silently slid off the couch, leaving behind his half-eaten bag of candy. He spotted his lover and quickly rushed over to the man, throwing him arms around his lover's waist. "Welcome home, Yu!"

Startled, the Japanese male stared down at his lover. And then he frowned. "What did you do?"

Shaking his head, the youth smiled. "W-what do you mean?" He asked, tone perhaps a little too forceful.

"Allen Walker, I've been an FBI agent who worked many cases and interrogated hundreds more. I can tell when someone's bluffing, especially when that someone is my idiot of a fiancé. Now. What. Did. You. Do?"

Allen pouted. "Idiot fiancé? Maybe I should make you sleep on the couch for that one." He placed his cheek against the man's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "I didn't do anything bad. Just...sorta got caught up with a runaway?"

"And he's hiding behind the couch."

Removing himself, Allen looked up curiously at the elder. "What makes you say that?"

"He's peeking over right now." At this Allen looked behind him, seeing the head of light blue head, with curious eyes. "It doesn't matter where you hide, I'd know where you were anyway."

"You...don't sound as mad as I thought you'd be, Yu."

"I had a fairly good day today. No one to piss me off more than usual, and Chaoji hadn't been around."

"A Chaoji-less day? Must've been fun."

"So...can I stay?" Timothy asked, voicing his curiosity. "The orphanage isn't really at all that fun...I already like it here."

"I'll think about it." Kanda muttered.

"Thanks, Yu." Hands at the man's collar, Allen pulled his lover down to his height so he could peck the man on the cheek, lips lingering there for a second or so.

Kanda's response was to grope his fiancé's butt, and to ask, "How'd you agree to this in the first place?"

From the couch, Timothy smirked. "I bribed him."

At that, Allen flinched, looking down guiltily and pointedly ignoring the hand still molesting his behind.

Kanda blinked. "With?"

"Candy."

The FBI agent groaned, hand violating his lover moving to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Should've known."

"Hey!" The white-haired boy cried, cheeks tinged pink.

"You're such a glutton."

"Worked in my favor!" Timothy said with mirth. "Seriously though, nice place."

"You should be in bed sleeping." Kanda reprimanded. "It's late."

"Seriously? C'mon! I'm twelve though!"

"I'll just kick you out."

"Where do I sleep?" Allen blinked. Well, he was sure quick to change his mind.

"The only guest room I had was turned into a music room." Kanda muttered. "The couch is a futon, however..."

"Eh? It's a futon?" Allen, in his months living with the elder, never knew the couch was a pull-out bed.

"The love seat is, yes." Kanda sighed. Queen size."

"I've never slept on a futon couch before...sounds cool!"

"Moyashi, help me set the damn thing up." Kanda ordered, alrady walking towards the only bit of couch that wasn't part of the sectional.

"What's 'moyashi'? I thought your name was 'Allen'." Timothy said while waiting for the others to set up his bed.

"Beansprout." Kanda muttered as he wrestled with one of the foldable legs. It gave out with a harsh tug, Allen having less trouble with the one he was assigned. "Moyashi is Japanese for Beansprout."

"He looks like one too." Allen could feel the vein of annoyance pulsing under the skin of his temple at the moment.

"However, it's only a little nickname I can call him. Because he's my moyashi."

"YU!"

"Why does he call ya Yu? Isn't it Kanda?"

"It's...his last name, actually." Allen sighed. "Most people aren't allowed to call him by his given name...one person does it just to annoy him."

"Sounds like a cool guy."

Allen gave the boy a stiff smile. "Yeah, that 'cool guy' has nearly gotten himself killed on multiple occasion for doing that."

The Japanese man shrugged indifferently, focus mainly on checking to make the bed was properly set out. "Only one person is allowed to use my given name, and it's not him."

Allen chuckled. "Never stops him."

"I wanna meet him!"

"Somehow...I'm doubting that's a good idea..." The white-haired male sighed. "Ah, there we go! Your bed is set up, now we just need the bedding."

"I think I finally figured out that word I wanted to use to describe ya, Allen."

"Uh...what would that be, exactly?"

Timothy grinned, a mischvioeus glint in his eyes. "Motherly."

"W-what?!" The Brit spluttered, pink creeping up his cheeks.

Kanda couldn't help the snicker that escaped him. Because it was true! His fiancé was, in fact, quite motherly. And that side of him was really being brought out now that there was a kid around. Why didn't he notice this sooner? How many jibes could he have made at his lover if only he'd just figured it out? Well, no matter. At least he knew now.

Allen glared, face now set stonily. "Watch it, buddy; you keep this up and the only action you'll be getting is at work."

"You sound quite certain of yourself..." Kanda grinned, eying his young lover.

"I mean it, Yu!"

"Hard to take you seriously with a tempting face that like."

"Hey! Kid right here, ya know!" It was fun while it lasted, but even Timothy could see things were gonna escalate soon.

Staring at Timothy for a moment, irritation transformed into shock, shock to embarrassment. "Sorry," Allen mumbled, shooting a sideways glare at his partner.

"You know? I like you guys! You're funny!"

"Funny." Kanda almost snorted. "Alright then. Moyashi, find him something to wear for the night, I'll get the damn beddings."

"Ah, right. C'mon, Timothy, let's go find something for you."

"Yes, Mother dearest~" Allen nearly fell over his own two feet. He swore he heard Kanda stifle a laugh.

"That wasn't funny, Yu." Allen glowered. "Why don't you call him the mom? He's the one that looks like a girl."

"You kidding? He's probably the manliest guy I've met. Yeah, he has long hair, but c'mon, his whole presence screams 'I'm the man in this relationship!'."

"I like the kid." Kanda grinned. "Maybe we should keep him around."

"We can't adopt any kids right now!"

"It's not like you couldn't afford having me around." Timothy pointed out. "He's got a job, and you...uh..."

"I'm still in college."

"Don't you work part time at that music store?"

"Sort of." Sighing, Allen then decided to lead Timothy to his and Kanda's room to find something for him to wear. Kanda rolled his eyes, and headed to the linen closet, searching for the bedspreads.

"You're not the best at changing topics." Timothy bluntly stated, once they entered the master.

"We should have something, or at least I should. Kanda's things are too big for either of us, not that he'd be fond of either of us borrowing his shirts."

"Now you're just ignoring it."

"Well, he might not mind if I borrow one... but definitely not you."

The youngest smirked. "Yep, you're the Mom alright."

"I'm not the Mom!"

"Your features are really soft, your personality is motherly, and you're obviously the girl in the relationship. Of course you're the Mom."

Timothy grinned, "You're officially Mama Allen~!"

That time Allen did fall over. Quickly getting up, he glowered. "Cut that out!"

"Cut what out, Mama?"

Snatching up a pair of shorts and a shirt from his draw, Allen threw them at the boy. "Just hurry up and get dressed."

( * * )

Allen flopped on his shared bed, groaning. "What's got your panties in a twist?" Kanda asked, removing his shirt, Allen peaked over at his fiancé, and sighed.

"I bet there's gonna be a missing person's report soon."

"I wouldn't put it past them." Kanda agreed, tossing his shirt into the hamper beside the dresser. He opened it, finding a pair of sweats. "He's a twelve-year-old kid, who ran away from the orphanage."

"As annoying as he can be...I think I got a little attached."

"I'm, again, not surprised." Kanda told him, already removing his jeans, in favor of replacing them with the sweats. "Tim seems to like him."

"He jumped right on the bed with Timothy." Allen chuckled, recalling the events not even two hours ago. "I think they'd get along well. Keep him warm in the winter too."

"And probably have him suffer from overheating considering it's still summer."

Allen chuckled, rolling over on his stomach, prepping himself up on his elbows to look at the older man. He'd already changed into one of Kanda's T-shirts, finding them more comfortable given the warmer weather outside. "Maybe."

Kanda sat beside his lover, looking down into silvery eyes, waiting for the youth to go on.

"Not now... because of everything that's going on... but some day..." The Brit trailed off, peeking up at the man.

"You want to adopt him."

"I-I mean I'm still o-only in college...and you're working on a case...and..."

"I don't see why not."

"Huh?"

Kanda rolled his eyes. "I think it's fine."

Allen blinked, "To...adopt Timothy? I never really took you to like kids enough for that."

"It's like the little twerp said. It's not like I can't afford him here. You didn't even leave a dent in my wallet with how much you eat."

Silver eyes blinked. "Not a dent?"

"Most of my money was given to me on my eighteenth birthday. Inheritance from my late father."

"But I eat a lot..."

The elder shrugged. "It's fine. So, you gonna tell the kid?"

"No! I mean... not yet... you can't just tell a child something like that then dump them back at an orphanage..."

"Who said we're sending him back?"

Confused, once again, Allen cocked his head to the side. "Yu?"

"He's...not a bad kid. You're always worried when Timcanpy is left alone, right? With the kid there, you'll have one less thing to worry about while we're both not home."

"But Timothy's a kid."

"You're point? I was trusted enough to stay by myself at the age ten."

"You're...serious about adopting him?"

Kanda ruffled the younger's hair, pausing to thread his fingers through the silky strands of white. "Why not? I don't see a problem with it."

"A-and you're really sure about this, Yu?"

"It could be good for us." Kanda told him. "Besides, if we want to marry, someone's going to have to give us our rings."

He couldn't help himself, Allen laughed. "I never thought of someone we could call our son carrying our rings down the isle." He finally managed, after calming down enough. "Didn't think you were the romantic type."

"Che. Just go to sleep. We'll discuss this more tomorrow."

"Someone's embarrassed~" The Brit teased cheekily, grinning when Kanda scowled. That's when Allen found himself pulled on top of his lover, and he looked down to meet a piercing cobalt gaze. "Fine," he huffed, eventually snuggled into the man, purring in delight when two strong arms circled his smaller form. He liked this. He liked how warm his fiancé could make him feel, and just how safe he felt at moments like these. It was perfect. "I love Yu," he murmured into the man's chest, finger's tracing the tattoo they found there, ears catching the slight skip of heartbeats, expression mellowing out with affection. Maybe he was getting a little too dependent on his partner, but then again, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

( * * )

"Wow! You mean it? Like, you really, really, REALLY mean it?!" Timothy had never been happier to hear the news. He had woken up to the smell of eggs, bacon, and hash, along with a feast that could've fed a small army. Which he soon learned was actually "one Allen serving".

"We talked about it last night." Allen said, smiling. "Plus, Timcanpy seems to like your company too." The golden Rottweiler barked happily.

The youngest laughed, "Does this mean I could start calling you Mama and Pops?"

"Che. Not pops, brat."

"Dad? Father? Papa?"

"Why am I stuck as 'Mama'?" Allen muttered.

"Because you're 'motherly'," Kanda smirked. He couldn't resist. That question was simply begging for it.

"YU!" Allen pouted,

"Because we both know where you end up when we're alone."

"YU!"

At the British male's mortification, Timothy had laughed, falling off his chair in the process. "Ow...YUCK! HEY, CUT THAT OUT, TIM!"

"Good boy Timcanpy." Allen said grinning.

The eldest in the room openly started at his young lover. "You're getting better at changing the subject."

"I'm not changing the subject!" Allen saw the other raise a brow. "What about that one t-"

"You burst into tears," Kanda deadpanned.

"Did not!" Allen huffed. "How would you even know which time I was recalling?"

"Maybe you're just that easy to read." Timothy suggested, scratching Timcanpy behind the ears.

"I'm not easy to read!"

"Really?" The Japanese male queried, hiding his bemusement. The boy was easy to read, he just didn't know it. Yet.

"Yes, really, y'jerk!"

"So...when do you actually go and adopt me?" Timothy asked, deciding now was a good a time as any to change the topic.

Kanda shot a glance at the French preteen. "The adoption process can take a while. First off, we'll have to pay your orphanage a visit and hope they haven't filed a missing person's report yet."

"Oh...right..." Timothy chuckled in embarrassment, when Kanda's phone went off.

"Che. Of all the annoying..." Kanda grumbled, taking the call, "The fuck do you want?"

"Language, Yu!" The white-haired youth scolded, only just now finishing off his meal.

"What."

Timothy looked to Allen, confused. Allen could only shrug. Just about anything could set the man off. He would guess either Lavi, or that other guy...what was his name? Choji? Chazi? Did that really matter his name? He was assuming that was whom he was speaking to.

"Listen up, Han." Kanda growled, "You're so close to the line, you're a wrong move away from crossing it."

Yep. It was him again.

What Allen could gather from all the times his lover had ranted about his work and colleagues was that it was a miracle that this guy still had his job.

"Don't do anything reckless, you idiot! The hell do you even call me for? It's my day off!"

"Ah, right, it is..." Allen mused.

"What kind of morons do they let graduate from whatever academy there is now?" He grumbled, all but slamming his phone to the table.

"Well, they let you graduate, so..." Allen's words died in his throat at his fiancé's glare. He was so dead later for that comment.

"You're in trouble~" Timothy chuckled.

"Shush!"

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Okay. So, who saw the new DGM anime? You? You? And you too? Great! That's awesome :) But I haven't yet. As of this moment, I'm re-watching the original anime, and I'm on episode 81 atm. So...please no spoilers. :( I want to see it for myself!

And it's hard enough to keep my restraint from diving right into D. Gray-man: Hallow...seriously.

Well, with that out of the way! Please, show this story some love~! R&R and as always, we'll see you next week!