D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Circus of Night ❯ Forgotten Truths ( Chapter 15 )

Disclaimer: if I owned DGM Kandy would curse a lot more and Aren would be on his knees begging for it…in shorts… :D

 

WARNING! Kandy's ever present vocabulary, or lack the of… (something that amuses me is that when people curse a lot, others say it's because they have a limited vocabulary and are not very smart so it makes me wonder if it applies to him… probably, but I just hate the idea of Kandy being dumb or slow… I think he's average…not smart just…average…)

 

Note from Israfel: The song that I was listening to when I started this chapter comes from the Deathnote soundtrack, it's Light Lights up the Light for Piano, I think it fits well with the moment, and if any of you would like it I can email it to you… Lately whenever I hear the piano I picture Aren playing it, though in my mind, no matter what song it is, he always seems so sad, there's never a smile on his face when he plays… I wonder if it has to do with how I view him and the 14th…

 

Note: CoN takes place after the Arch and before the level 4 Noah attacked the Order, Linalee has not drank her innocence yet so she still has her dark boots… I don't know if I've mentioned the time frame of this fic yet…

 

 

CircUs of NIghT

 

~Forgotten Truths~

 

 

The sound is soft, quiet…

 

Melodic…

 

Beautiful yet…sad…so strangely sad…

 

He sits before a pristine white piano, his fingers move along the keys, play the music, create the pleasing sound. He isn't sure what it is that he is playing, or even why, it's just that…he is…

 

The song is familiar to him, except when his fingers stop, the notes leave his mind and he is left empty…blank… He pauses, the last key hangs in the air, floats off the white walls, the empty room. A sense of dread overcomes him, creates a sensation in his chest, a tightening, a worry.

 

He feels guilty and he isn't sure why.

 

Nervous,

 

Uneasy,

 

Anxious…

 

He places his hands back on the keys, continues on with where he left off, the notes coming so easily. They are pretty, so pretty to him, yet he finds himself crying as he plays them, crying even as the unsettling feeling leaves him.

 

He is not alone in the room and he knows that.

 

There is a shadow to his left,

 

And one to the right…

 

Both are watching him, observing…

 

One opens its mouth, says something, instructs him on those outside of the white walls. The other speaks, instructs him on those with ashen skin. He listens to both and yet neither, their words go in one ear and out the other.

 

He continues to play the piano, tries to hear what is said while he still moves his fingers along the keys. He cannot stop playing and listen, they don't speak when he does, so he has to do both, yet the melodic sound drowns out everything.

 

“…trust…the…with…d'air…the …ee…ings…”

 

“…ware…of the…all one…they…king…us…”

 

He stops movement of his fingers, the last note rings in the air. He stares at his hands as he places them in his lap, at the normal looking one, at the one covered in vines. His eyes fall shut and he knows…knows that he will only get a glance, will only see the figure fade away.

 

He opens his eyes, stares at his fingers, at the white kimono he is in. The note from the piano dies in the air, the anxiety and nervous sensation settles into his chest once more… He lifts his head, quickly turns it to the side and opens his mouth, asks the question he has been asking so often now.

 

“Who is it?” But he can only see that smiling face fade away, clear eyes that look melancholic as they turn to smoke before his own.

 

-

 

Allen pulls his eyes open, the pain numbing to a dull throb in his back, on his feet. He is leaning against a strong chest, a large arm wrapped around him, a comforting hand sits on his waist, on his side. He opens his mouth, inhales deeply, feels as if he has held his breath for far too long.

 

“Feeling better?” A gruff voice asks, the scent of smoke suddenly fills the air. Allen pushes himself up, just a little, and looks up at Cross, at the man he is leaning against.

 

“Yes Master…” The boy replies despite the lingering ache in his low back, where he knows the Lotus is. Komui exhales from behind his desk, removes his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose.

 

“That's good, I wasn't sure if it was going to have any affect…”

 

“It's diluted his scent…” Cross adds, looks down at the boy leaning against him. He pushes him forward, just a little, looks at his back, at where his wings have pushed through his skin; his shirt lifted up, rests above them. “He's lost a petal though…”

 

Komui frowns, opens his eyes and looks at the two on his couch, glances briefly at Lavi and Bookman who are standing off to the side. He reaches blindly for his glasses, puts them back on his face and stands.

 

“We have sixty days left then…” Allen looks at Cross, watches as the man exhales from his cigarette, watches the smoke rise into the air and dissipate. Lavi looks down at his feet, suddenly angry with how content the boy looks next to the man, how calm he seems. The younger redhead inhales, tries to calm himself, the sensation in his chest gnawing at the back of his mind.

 

“Pay attention.” Bookman hisses from beside him, not even looking at the young man.

 

-

 

“Lavi stay a minute, I need to speak to you.” Komui speaks from behind his desk, his eyes shut as he leans back in his chair. The redhead pauses, about to leave the room with Bookman; Cross has already left to return Allen to his room. He looks down at Bookman, surprised to see the man is already walking down the hall.

 

“Don't take forever.” Lavi nods and pulls the door shut. He turns back the Asian man, tilts his head some to the side, just ever so slightly, curious as to why he has kept him there.

 

“You alright?” Komui leans forward, places his head on his hand, his elbow on the desk.

 

“I'm fine…” Lavi moves away from the door, flops down on the couch. “I just…it's hard, to see Allen act like that…” He closes his eye, tilts his head back and sinks into the seat.

 

“I understand, it's strange to see Marian so caring. He's never really cared for anything before…”

 

“Sixty days it's not going to be long enough…” Komui frowns, stares at the young man, at his posture, at the frown on his face.

 

“Have you ever thought that it might have been you?” He asks, ignores his own thoughts, his own curiosity. Lavi tilts his head down, stares at the man, at how he is being stared at.

 

“Allen…he wouldn't have…ever…been in love with me…” The young man frowns, shakes his head and leans forward. He places his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. “He is… was,” Komui frowns at the note of bitterness in the others voice, “…my friend, almost like my brother…”

 

“Family,” The man adds, understands what the other is saying. “You want to protect him much like I want to protect Linalee from harm… along with other… things…” Lavi glances up at this, at the Asian man, smiles minutely at his annoyed, almost mad expression.

 

“I want to protect him…but how can I when he won't even let me touch him?” He tugs his bandana down, runs his fingers through his hair, tugs at some.

 

“He did today.” The young man looks up, though his too long bangs, stares at the other, his mouth slightly agape.

 

“He was in pain.” He rationalizes.

 

“He let you pick him up, bring him here.” Komui leans back in his chair, far enough to pop his back, groans quietly at the sudden ease in tension.

 

“He probably thought I was Cross, we both have red hair… it looked like his eye hurt…” Lavi looks away from the Asian man, at how relaxed he seems at the moment, at how boneless he sits in his chair.

 

“…it'd be too easy if it was you…” Komui pushes himself up, stands and rubs at his back a little. “You should probably leave now…”

 

“I'd like to stay for a little while longer…” Lavi looks over at the Asian man, from beneath his bangs, almost uncertain if he'll let him. For a moment the man just stares at him…

 

And then he smiles, a small one that the redhead likes much more then any of his maniacal ones.

 

“Okay…”

 

-

 

Kanda is lying on his stomach, the blankets half on his frame, half on the floor. His head is facing the window, resting on his left arm. His pillows are on the floor next to the bed, along with most of his sheets. He blinks, frowns at the too bright light that is pouring into the room.

 

He pushes himself up, the blankets slip from his nude frame. The Japanese man raises his arm to scratch his head, scowls at the ache that runs though it. He curses to himself as he stands, heads towards his clothes. He pulls his pants on, a white button up shirt onto his shoulders.

 

There is a knock on the door.

 

Kanda knows that it is his next Finder.

 

“What?” He growls, his voice cracks some. He has not slept so much since he has been at the Order.

 

“Kanda, sir…?” It is a females voice, one the makes the man raise an eyebrow. He moves to the door, pulls it open. A small woman stands there dressed as a Finder, a manila folder in her hands. She smiles at the swordsman despite the look she is being given.

 

“Komui has asked me to deliver this.”

 

“You're not staying?” She shakes her head no, hands the folder to the man.

 

“He trusts you will keep your word.” Kanda frowns, glares at the file before him. Komui has tricked him, has coached the female on what to say to him, on the exact words that will force him back to the Order.

 

“The place has moved too…on the off chance that the Noah come looking for the egg… The directions are in the folder along with your next assignment.” The swordsman takes the file and moves to shut the door in the woman's face, her hand shoots out, stops him from doing so.

 

“Please…be careful…” Kanda stares at the female, at the expression she is giving him. “The supervisor doesn't want to talk about it but he is concerned… Not just for you but for-”

 

“Got it.” The Japanese man shoves the door shut with a click of his tongue, annoyed. He waits for the woman's foot steps to fade before running his hand through his loose dark hair.

 

“What the fuck did you do Moyashi…?”

 

-

 

Allen walks silently behind Cross, behind his Master…

 

He stares down at his feet, his eyes wanting to fall shut, his whole body tired, heavy feeling. The man before him pauses, glances back at the boy, watches as he walks into him by accident.

 

“I-I'm sorry Master…” Cross turns to face Allen properly, silently debates on lighting a cigarette.

 

“You don't have to say sorry.” The boy nods, his face flushes lightly.

 

“O-Okay…”

 

“You can say what you want, do what you want.” The man still has a slight buzz from before, from all of the alcohol, from his left over need for the child that stands before him.

 

Allen looks up at Cross, blinks, tries to comprehend what he has been told. “…want…?” He questions in something akin to a whisper. The breathy voice forces the man to look away, to take into account what he has already done, what should not have happened.

 

“Do as you like.” He closes his eyes, leans against the wall they are next to.

 

“Master…” Allen stares at the red haired man, tired and yet wanting to understand. “I don't know what you mean…” Cross shakes his head, reaches into his pocket and retrieves his pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it.

 

The boy inhales the smoke that fills the air, somehow relaxing into the scent. He closes his eyes, his mind falters, fades just a little… He realizes that something has been said, that there are large hands on his shoulders.

 

“Allen, you're tired right?” He blinks, looks up at the red haired man, nods, smiles just a little…

 

“I am awake for Master…” Cross frowns, stares down at the other. He moves his hands from the small shoulders, pulls his cigarette from his lips, thinks.

 

“Allen…”

 

“Yes Master?”

 

“You want to go to sleep?”

 

“I want what Master wishes me to…” Clear eyes droop, fall shut for just a moment before they are pulled open again. Cross stares at the boy who is falling asleep on his feet, before him.

 

“Do you want to go to bed?”

 

“If Master wishes me to…” Allen stares up at him, smiles again, a smile that is unlike those from before. The man inhales off his cigarette, holds the smoke in his mouth before he exhales. He watches the boy take a step back, his balance falters once more. He reaches out and takes hold of his cursed arm.

 

“Allen I'm getting tired of this, just say what you want.” He takes hold of the child's other arm, his cigarette secure between two fingers.

 

“What…I want…” He blinks, forces his eyes open once more, repeats himself. “What I want…” He leans forward, towards the man, lets his eyes fall shut once more.

 

“I want Master to be happy…”

 

Allen places a small, light kiss to the man's lips, a sense of comfort over coming him. Cross pulls back after a second, stands up straight. He stares at the boy, at the child before him-and then he hears it…

 

The red haired man looks past Allen, over to where another hall connects to the one they are in…

 

Looks over at Linalee who is staring at them…

 

Her hand is over her mouth, her eyes wide, and she does not know what shocks her more, Allen's appearance or the fact that he has just kissed General Cross, the man he used to loathe so much.

 

“It's not what it seems.” Cross states plainly, his hands still on the boy, still holding him up. The female shakes her head, tears well up in her eyes, a sudden heavy sensation in her chest.

 

“No, no…” Her eyes move to her feet, to her dark boots as she takes a step back.

 

“Linalee…” Cross does not move, does not take a step towards her. His voice commands for her to stay still though, tells her to listen…

 

But she is shaking her head, is turning around and running away.

 

-

 

Lavi has laid his arm over his eye, has closed it.

 

He is awake, but just barely…

 

Komui glances up, from the document he is going over, watches the redhead for a second. He looks over at the clock on his wall, the one that Linalee had insisted upon, had put up because of how late he was working…

 

“You awake?” He asks into the silence. Komui watches the young man stir, watches him shift on the couch.

 

“Mmmhmm…” Is the reply he is given. There is an audible click from the clock, a signal that another hour has passed, that it is starting to grow late.

 

“Bookman might be wondering where you are…” Lavi shifts, rolls onto his stomach. He gives another sound in response. The Asian man sets his pen down and leans his head against his palm, his elbow on his desk. For a moment the only sound in the room comes from the clock, from the young man's steady rhythmic breathing… and the sound of foot steps from the hall…

 

Komui's eyes shift from the sleeping male to his door as the foot steps stop, pause, as if uncertain. He frowns, wonders who it might be-they knock. He clears his throat, raises it enough to be heard but not disturb the sleeping male.

 

“Come in.” The door cracks open and Linalee steps in. Komui is at her side the second he sees her eyes, sees their red and puffy appearance.

 

“Something the matter?” He asks, leans closer to the small female. She purses her lips, a wave of fresh tears fill her eyes.

 

Linalee leans into her brother, clutches his shirt. “Why is he like that…?” Her voice is cracked, soft and it takes the man a moment to understand.

 

“…you saw Allen…?” Komui frowns, feels her nod her head against him. She pulls back suddenly, stares up at him, her shoulders tremble.

 

“He kissed him!” Linalee shouts, her voice echoes off the walls. “He kissed him…” She repeats, her hands tighten in her brother's shirt as she lowers her head. “I don't care about his memory loss, or even that he looks so strange… but his personality…” Komui pulls the female closer, wraps his arms around her as her words taper off.

 

“I'm sorry, Linalee…”

 

“NO!” She shoves against him, pulls back to look at his face. “He's not Allen anymore! He'd never…never…let that man touch him…” Komui swallows, unsure on how to comfort his sister, of what he should say.

 

“Linalee…”

 

“Brother…my Assignment, can I leave now?” She stares at him, a pained expression set onto her features. Komui looks down, away from his sister's face, nods.

 

“You…can leave when you wish…” He stares at the floor, his muscles suddenly tense. He knows what she is trying to do, knows what she wants accomplish by leaving so suddenly. “Just please be careful…”

 

“I will, Brother…” Linalee's form slips from his view, leaves the room silently, the door shuts with an audible click. There is a sound from the couch next to him as Lavi sits up, stares at him.

 

“She's running from her problems…” Komui nods, reaches up and rubs the bridge of his nose, beneath his glasses, feels a headache start to stir. He moves to sit on the couch, next to the red head.

 

“I'm worried about how she'll react when she learns…everything…” Lavi yawns, stretches his arms up, above his head to stretch his back. He slumps back into the seat, allows himself to fall against the Asian man.

 

“She's right though… About Allen's personality being so…different…”

 

“I'm not so sure about that…” Komui stares at his hands, tries to ignore how comfortable he feels at the moment, despite his anxiety. Lavi looks at him, stares, curious of what he means.

 

The Asian man shakes his head. “You should go see Bookman, before it gets any later…”

 

-

 

Allen is sitting at a table in the cafeteria.

 

He is staring down at the plate of food that is before him, untouched. It is morning, and he has changed back into his normal appearance hours ago. He had been alone, in his room, surprised at how it had not hurt as much as the previous night.

 

Cross came to his room after that, told him to get dressed and eat…

 

Allen closes his eyes, tired…as if he had not slept at all the previous night. A shadow falls over him and he looks up, stares at Lavi who is standing across the table from him. The red head smiles, uncertain, adjusts the tray of food he is holding.

 

“Can I sit here?” Clear eyes just stare up at him silently before they turn back to the food on the table. Lavi frowns a second before he sits down. “You know…Cross said you can talk to me…” He speaks softly, so as to not scare the boy, twists some words that have been said before. “Remember…?”

 

Allen nods, opens his mouth and then shuts it. Lavi watches him, picks his fork up and turns to his own breakfast. He is unsure how to start a conversation with the boy, with the reflection of his friend. Clear eyes turn back to him and he pauses, mid bite.

 

“Something you want to ask?” Allen shakes his head and picks his own fork up, pokes at the eggs.

 

Lavi returns to his own food, his mind suddenly occupied. He silently watches the small male in front of him, watches how he tries to appear invisible, how he closes his eyes and flinches ever so slightly when someone walks past. The red head sets his fork down, leans across the table ever so slightly.

 

“May I ask you something, Allen?” He asks in a whisper. The boy looks up at him, from beneath his eye lashes, nods minutely. “Why did you let me help you yesterday…?” For a moment he freezes, fork in hand, his shoulders tense. Lavi leans back, partially afraid that he might be pressuring him.

 

Allen swallows, sets the fork down. “I don't know…” His voice is soft and it causes the red head to wonder just how timid he really is. “I…” The boy leans forward, shrinks his appearance, as if he's trying to hide behind the table. “I knew you once didn't I?”

 

Lavi stares at clear eyes that look up though pale hair at him. He frowns, lightly, unsure how he should respond. Komui has told not to speak of how he used to be, of his past… but…

 

“Yes, you did…” Single green eye turns down, the chatter in the cafeteria seems to grow ever so slightly in the background. “We…were friends…good friends…” Allen nods, his eyes downcast once more.

 

“I…I knew Master before too, right?”

 

Lavi nods, picks his fork up and pokes at his food, not wanting to eat anymore.

 

“He was…your mentor…”

 

“He protected me?” Allen is leaning against the table, closer towards the young man, curiosity shown in his eyes. For a moment Lavi is confused, unsure why the boy would ask him such a thing.

 

“…I…he…” He closes his eye, tries to think of an appropriate response. “He probably did…” He adds, watches the other as he nods, leans back some.

 

“Then I would feel safe with him?”

 

“…uh…yeah…” Allen flushes, lightly, reaches up and tucks some hair behind his ear, smiles…

 

Smiles…

 

Lavi suddenly feels a spark of joy in his chest, a bout of happiness at the sight of the small upturn of lips. “Master protected me then, made me feel safe…” Allen's smile grows just a little as he looks up. “So it would make sense that I still feel safe with Master!”

 

Lavi blinks, stares at the boy before him, opens his mouth, his words stuck in his throat. “I don't understand…” He says after a moment.

 

“When I am with Master… I feel safe, I didn't understand why before, but I do now…”

 

“You feel safe?” Lavi leans across the table, closer to the smiling boy.

 

“Yes, Master makes me feel comfortable, safe… It is different from…”

 

“From?”

 

“From how I feel when you are near…” The redhead blinks, sits up a little straighter his mind feels slow though he recalls clearly Komui's words from the previous day. He looks down at his food, tires to think of something to say…except the only words that come to mind are…

 

“How do you feel around me…?” His voice is soft, curious, almost drowned out by the chatter and clacking of silverware around them.

 

“…it…is…” Allen looks away, at distant people in the room, at finders that pay them no attention. “…content… I think is the word…”

 

-

 

Komui is lying on his couch, his beret draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling evenly. He is asleep, has been all morning since no one has come to wake him, to bring him coffee. Linalee normally does, is the one to wake him, except…

 

She has left for her mission…

 

There is a knock on the door, sudden and loud, causing the Asian man to jump, to sit up suddenly. The door is flung open and shut just as quickly. Komui looks over at Lavi, adjusts his glasses that are tilted on his head.

 

“L-Lavi? Wha' time is it?”

 

“Ten…” The red head moves towards the couch, leans over it, his face close to the mans. “Allen remembers emotions.” He states it plainly, almost eager, like a little child who has been told about a toy they're going to get. Komui blinks, leans back a little, away from the young man.

 

“He remembers…what now?”

 

“Emotions Komui, how he felt towards people before…everything…” Lavi walks around the couch, flops down next to the man. “I got him to talk to me at breakfast!”

 

The Asian man nods, his mind still sluggish. He reaches up and scratches his head, runs his fingers though his messy hair, reminds himself that he needs to bathe sometime that day. “That's good Lavi…”

 

“More then just good, we can find out who he loved now!” Komui nods, leans back against the couch. He closes his eyes again, still tired, still exhausted.

 

“How'd you learn this?” He decides that he should ask the proper questions, learn everything in case the bookman in training has come to the wrong conclusion…has let his emotions over rule his judgment.

 

“He asked me…if he had known Cross before…”

 

“We're not supposed to talk about his past.”

 

“I know, but…I told him he was his mentor, and then he asked if he would have protected him…” Lavi watches as the man next to him nods, waits for him to continue. “I thought it was a strange question but I answered anyways…”

 

“Go on,” Komui pulls his eyes open, forces himself to stay awake.

 

“He brought up how he felt safe around Cross, how he still does… and then…he… he smiled, like he used to…” The redhead shifts, so that he is sitting properly on the couch. He looks down, tries to hold onto the small bit of happiness in his chest, despite that it has been brought to the boy's face because of Cross.

 

“Lavi…” Komui looks at the young man, glad to see an actual smile on his face, a small one but one that is not forced or fake or uncertain… “Can you go and get me some coffee, otherwise I'm going to my room to sleep some more…” The redhead looks up, nods, smile still present on his features as he moves to leave the room.

 

-

 

Lavi is sitting down at a table in the cafeteria, slowly eating his breakfast as he flips through a book on the table, one that Bookman has instructed him to have finished by the next morning. A shadow is cast over the table and he looks up, fork still in his mouth. He stares, blinks at the sight before him.

 

“M-may…I sit…here…?” Allen looks down, at the tray of food he is carrying, shy almost.

 

“af oors!” Lavi speaks without removing the fork, his single green eye large with enthusiasm. He hastily moves his book from the table, so that the boy can place his tray down.

 

“Master…said that… I could speak to you…all that I want…” Allen stares down at the toast and scrambled eggs before him, at the sausage links and strips of bacon. Lavi smiles, sets his fork down and grips the edge of his seat. He leans forward some, so as to be able to speak softer.

 

“You asked him? Last night?”

 

Allen nods, picks his fork up but does nothing more. “I…asked who he wished for me to speak to…and who not to speak to… Master said I can speak to everyone…” Clear eyes turn up, look at Lavi through colorless hair before turning back down.

 

The red head smiles as he closes his book, decides to try and make conversation with his past friend. He opens his mouth, to ask a question, a simple one when he realizes that Allen is looking past him. Lavi turns around in his seat and looks across the cafeteria.

 

His eye lands on two familiar figures that he has not seen in over a month, on Miranda and Krory. Lavi turns back around in his seat and watches Allen a moment, waits for the boy to turn and question him.

 

“Did I know them too…?”

 

“Yes, you did…” The young man cannot suppress the smile that blooms on his face, cannot suppress the swell of happiness in his chest, cannot suppress the sensations that are overcoming him. “Miranda is the female and Krory is the man with her…”

 

Allen nods, glances away, down at his food, a small, light flush on his cheeks. “Miranda… Krory…” He repeats the names, licks his lips some and looks back at the redhead. “Miranda makes me feel… happy, much like you…but… it is different… And Krory… I feel as if…” Lavi's smile grows as he hears the boy laugh, a small giggle, a sound so fleeting and soft that it reminds him of a wind chime. “He makes me want to…laugh… is the word I think…”

 

Allen looks up at him, his smile small but real, so real that it nearly breaks the young man before him. Lavi blinks, looks away, swallows down the unsettling sensations in his chest and gut, ones that tell him this feeling, the smile, will not last.

 

And he has no idea how quickly it will vanish

 

*yawns* damn I'm tired… and it's only ten… I think I'll go read some more to conserve energy, and to waist/spend my next few hours… OKAY so I completed another chapter and I'm a little iffy on Lavi in it, on how he reacts to things/people I'm not much of a fan of him in fanfics, people always make him…enh to me… so I don't really know how to write him so that he's IC (in character verses OOC) This is something I'd like feedback on, for those who review and say something other then “This is interesting, I like this” or “WOW” not that I don't like reviews like that…it just doesn't help me grow much when writing, as I am always trying to better myself… The next chapter will be: A Heart That Should Not Be

 

 

Au Revoir,

~Israfel~

 

This here was sent to me and I think it's damn well amusing, as she said I could do as I wish with it SO, a slight Omake of Nudist Kandy…which I'm beginning to find the idea even more amusing, as he sleeps nude in my ficcy…

 

Kanda's New... OMG?!

 

Kanda stalked through the crowd as they parted he growled. People felt disturbed and threatened by both his swords. A police man went to approach him only to get a nasty snarl from the Japanese man. Kanda finally made it to the order causing chaos upon his arrival. The finder that greeted him fainted in the middle of his sentence. “Che.”

 

“All of you try not to be shocked or scared and please don't stare. Kanda has found a new way, one that we will try to curb him away from.” Exorcists and finders shift in discomfort. “What has he turned to? Does he practice cannibalism now?” Allen snickered at Lavi's comment. “No.” Komui shuffled his feet embarrassed, he cleared his throat. “He practices nudism.”

 

“WHAT! Did you say…?!” voices quieted the elder Lee explained, “Nudism is the practice of nudity and expressing yourself. At least that's what the book said.” Allen fainted foaming at the mouth. Lenalee squealed and Lavi was so shocked he hadn't caught Allen. “Lenalee grab Allen's legs I'll get his head, let's take him to his room.” Both exited the cafeteria with Allen's arms dragging on the floor as they made their way to his room.

 

“KANDA IS HERE, DON'T PANIC!” Komui announced on the speakers. In response the finders fled to their rooms and exorcists packed themselves into Komui's office. Lavi and Lenalee were in Allen's room debating whether to greet Kanda. The swordsman was a grouchy man and they didn't wish to see him in the nude or offend him in some way. “Wish me luck Lenalee-chan I'm out to brave the wilderness.” Shutting the door he noisily whistled as he strutted confidently to the cafeteria. There he found Kanda in the nude sitting at a table and Mugen placed at his side.

 

“YUU-CHAN! HI!” the red-head waved in a dramatic fashion causing Kanda to glare and return to his soba. “Hey, Yuu-chan I heard you have a new practice! Is it fun? Have you gotten a boner yet?” Kanda stared at Lavi before saying, “Shut up usagi, before I give you a reason to wear another eye patch.” The junior bookman quickly covered his eye pouting, “Yuu-chan that's not nice, you wouldn't do that.” The swordsman growled under his breath, “Wanna test that?” Hands up in defense, “I'll pass!”

 

Lavi looked up to see Allen return to the cafeteria heading towards him. He didn't see Kanda, because Lavi was blocking him. “Hey Lavi? I had the weirdest nightmare, it was about Komui telling us that Kanda had a new…” Eyes wide and mouth agape Allen stood in horror as Kanda stepped from behind Lavi revealing everything. “Holy crap! Yuu your sword is huge!” The red-head shouted. “It's the same size it always has been, and you, Moyashi. What the fuck are you staring at? Want me to impale your stupid sprout-like body.” The white haired boy whimpered, “I don't wanna be impaled, it looks like it'd hurt.” He whispered while eyes locked lower on Kanda's body.

 

Lavi clapped his hands over his mouth trying not to laugh as Allen turned pallid. Close to passing out Lenalee entered the cafeteria distracting the boy from Kanda's lower extremities. She went slack jawed and abruptly lost conscious. Allen ran towards her and successfully caught her. Lavi strolled forward lifting Lenalee from Allen and left with the excuse of taking her to her room. The small male was left with Kanda.

 

Wanting to cry Allen turned to find Kanda sizing him up. He swallowed up his fear and started a conversation. “Hey Kanda, how was your mission?” The older male answered positive and continued their silence. Awkward Allen shifted his feet nervously and began to daydream, only for them to turn sour as the nude Kanda popped up terrorizing him. “Bean sprout.” Looking up and giving Kanda his attention. “Are you just going to stand here and waste my time.” Allen shook his head only for Kanda's penis to catch his eye, it was hard. Gaping at Kanda, “Shouldn't you cover up or get rid of that!” Kanda looked down and sighed. “Its natural why should it bother you?”

 

“God Kanda, go get some clothing on its disturbing, you made Lenalee scarred for life.” Allen's voice high from nerves. “Shut up idiot!” Kanda leaned aggressively over Allen and the small exorcist shrunk back trying not to make contact with Kanda. “Please go get some clothes on. It's disgusting and barbaric.” Kanda's eyes widen and his hand smoothly removes Mugen from its sheath. “Kanda put away your stupid sword and get some clothes on. It's really gross.” The swords man moves forward and Allen flees with Kanda at his heels.

 

Screaming Allen runs passed Lavi and the red-head looks around and yells so everyone in the order could hear, “RAPE! ALLEN'S GONNA GET BUTT-RAPED BY KANDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Finders, exorcists and scientist rush out trying to stop Kanda only to jump back because of his nudity. Poor Allen screaming and crying was running away from the naked male. Komui brought out Komorin and successfully captured he enraged Kanda. “This one`s Kanda-proof!” Hugging his robot Komui suddenly turned to find Allen gone. Shrugging he went back to proudly explaining the uses of his robot.

 

Lavi skipped to Allen's room and found Allen in fetal position rocking himself back and forth. “I don't wanna be raped! So big… scarey… don- wanna.” Kanda marred Allen's innocent mind and robbed him of some sanity. When new faculty joined the order they'd ask why Allen avoided Kanda and break down into screaming fits whenever Kanda approached him. “You don't want to know.” After the incident Kanda was forced to wear clothing and everything was normal except for Allen's abnormal reactions to Kanda.