So, the way I wrote this is weird, but here's Kanda's point of view for the beginning, it was not intended as a proper chapter and so is shorter than others that will be written.

to the reviews (for one of the few times in my writing history)

Shiro-chan1827: this chapter should clear things up, and the summary wasn't just limited to Kanda and Allen, even if they are the main characters in this.

Merendinoemiliano: assuming I have understood correctly, no bashing, just difference of opinions.

Guest: thank you

I will probably not respond like usually, but there were a few questions i thought needed answering. Thank you, though, to those who did bother to favorite, follow, and/or review.

Extra 1: Kanda reincarnated

The last thing Kanda remembered before waking up was dying, before that he remembered watching the only living person he loved pass away before him. Allen Walker, his Moyashi, had used his strength and stubbornness to claw open the walls he kept around his heart. Now he watched as his lover died, having successfully killed the Earl along with the rest of the Noah. Part of him was glad his Moyashi could have a warriors death, opposed to being executed or experimented on by what was left of the Black Order, the rest just felt pain at the loss.

A pain that rivalled the Akuma poison running through his system now that his curse was gone. The last thought he held as his vision went black was that he would see his love again soon, and maybe now they wouldn't be cursed for how they felt.

Waking up was interesting, if Kanda was interested in that kind of thing. The light hitting his eyes brought him around after what felt like a long time asleep, his body wasn't obeying him, his eyes were blurry and his mouth wouldn't work. In short, it was irritating.

All he wanted was to be able to move, to find his Moyashi. Despite comments on his intellect he had realised, after a while, what had happened.

He had been reborn, properly. If he was given a second chance then maybe the others had to. Maybe in the coming years he could look for Allen; maybe this new time would be more accepting of them. But he would have to be able to walk to look for him, able to talk to ask about him.

So he pushed it. He kept practicing, forcing his mouth to learn the contortions to speak Japanese in the day (neither parent spoke it so they wouldn't know) and English at night while they were sleeping. Every chance he got he spent trying to teach his body to move, to develop faster so he could start looking sooner.

He wasn't sure when the two who gave him life caught on that something was wrong. It may have been his refusal to breast feed (he would never understand Lavi's obsession). It may have been the fact that only his father was half and he looked like he had stepped out of Edo (or whatever the capital of Japan was). It may have been his refusal to respond to his given name (Jake? What were these people thinking). He thinks the final straw was when his father recognised a few swear words from the long list he was speaking (nappies were a cruel and unusual punishment). Whatever it was, he ended up in an orphanage a less than a year after being reborn, he was only thankful it wasn't the streets.

The other thing to consider was the magic. He didn't have his innocence but there was something there, something he couldn't put his finger on. If he didn't have experience with Mugden he wouldn't have noticed, but he did. The only difference he could spot was Mugden had been very much something separate, this was very much him.

When he saw Tiedoll he didn't know whether to laugh, cry or swear his head off. It became obvious the man didn't remember, but somehow he was still the same. That statement held true for all the people he met after the old man adopted him, all but one.

He hadn't seen the Moyashi.

Everyone else he saw, hell he swears he even saw the Vampire once, but the one person he was most desperate to find was missing.

He was worried, over their many nights alone he had dragged Allen's past from the pale boy's lips, it hadn't been pleasant. His fear at the moment was that his love was experiencing the whole thing again for a second time. Sure, everyone else was happier, but Allen was nearly always the exception to any rule.

He noticed the age differences where similar, so for a while he could comfort himself with the idea he just hadn't arrived yet. But when Lenalee turned one he got worried again, especially as no one really knew how old the other had been. In the end he took to searching the streets, half hoping to find him, half hoping not to.

It was Christmas Eve and he had sneaked out from the 'family lunch' to search, again. Moyashi hated Christmas, every good and bad thing that had happened to him occurred around this time of year. He was lost in thought about what this day had meant to them personally when he saw red, literally.

Against a wall the snow was died red with blood; people walked passed and ignored it, or simply didn't notice. Slowly, he crept forward and things became clearer, hair so white it blended in with the background, exposed skin so pale it vanished in the snow, an arm he thought was covered in blood that was actually just red, a line down the face that looked like a fresh wound was actually a scar, blood splattered and smeared behind as if the boy had dragged himself there after being beaten, or other things.

Finally he stood before that all too familiar face, recognisable despite being younger and thinner than he remembered. The lips where blue and he wasn't moving, not even shivering despite the cold and lack of anything that could protect him from it. He prayed to whatever God existed that he hadn't found his love just for him to be dead.

Quickly, he removed his glove and held his fingers to the boy's neck, feeling for a pulse. It was there, but so slow it was scary.

'Moyashi?' he said the word quietly, no response. 'Hey Allen!' his voice was louder now and he was rewarded with fluttering eye lids, slowly pulling back to reveal clouded eyes. His breath caught.

'Yuu?' The voice was quiet, strained, but it was a voice. He was alive. 'K-Kanda?'

Kanda froze. He remembered, the boy was frozen and bleeding to death and still he managed to stutter out his name. Carefully he undid his jacket and pulled the boy against his chest with little resistance.

'It'll be okay,' he murmured, not even noticing he had slipped into Japanese. 'I'll make sure you're safe, I won't let this happen again, I won't let this time be the same. I promise.'

Not even knowing if the boy was still conscious he carefully maneuvered him onto his back and started running home. He finally had his Moyashi, his Moyashi had his memories, and he had no intention of losing the boy again, of making him suffer like this again.

Maybe God loved them after all, if he was willing to give them a second chance. But he still had several uncomplimentary things to say about the ill treatment of his soul mate.