Hey peeps. New multi-chappie fic. It is proably gonna be sad, but I wont be quick. I have plans.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM

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Parasitic innocence.

It was in the name, really. Parasitic. What was a bigger hint than that? Parasites did nothing but take. Take and take and take until there was nothing left.

It was the fate that Allen Walker was bound to the day he was put on this forsaken earth.

Yes. Innocence was for the greater good. It was fantastic, evolutionary...and it was in the name. Innocence. Beauty, light and purity came to mind at the word.

But, it too, destroyed.

It destroyed akuma, it destroyed noah...and it was destroying Allen.

He really should have figured it out much sooner. He felt like an idiot to not realise his own fate.

But it really wasn't in human nature to accept your own murder.

Because that was what it was, wasn't it? A murder. He was being murdered by the innocence within his own body.

He couldn't fight it, couldn't escape it...it was inside him. It wasn't an enemy, and it certainly wasn't a friend. It kept him alive, but it was also killing him.

And he hated it.

He was Allen Walker. Gentlemen and all round nice guy. A smile was forever on his face...But he hated this. He hated living.

Every day that slow ache in his heart grew. Slowly expanded though his body like a deadly virus slowly seeping in. He hated feeling so weak, so helpless. He felt it in every breath, in every thought.

He was going to die.

He didn't want to die. Who did? But it wasn't just a simple want... Because in all honesty, he was completely terrified.

...But he also hated living.

And unfortunately for him, there was no in between.

Kanda was dying.

But, to him, that word had lost its severity long ago. He had been dying from the moment he was...made.

Yes...made. Kanda had been made, not born. He was a second exorcist, some concoction whipped up by his desperate superiors. Chronologically he was nine, but he was also nineteen.

Ten years of his life that simply didn't exist.

Otherwise, he felt normal. He went day by day as any other human did. He didn't miss this part of his life, because he didn't really know any different. Others would freak-out after discovering that ten years of their life never actually happened...but Kanda didn't. He never really had those years, so he didn't know what it was like to have them taken away.

But he didn't care. Boohoo for him. Whatever. He couldn't care less.

...But he was dying.

His lotus petals were dwindling, and his end approached quickly. He estimated about a year, maybe two if he was lucky.

Yes, he would never be twenty one. But he didn't care about human years of life. Age did not restrict him, because he never really fit into the chronological scheme of the world.

But, if he were to be chronological...He would never reach twenty one, or sixteen for that matter, because he would never really be eleven.

Tada! That's him trying to be chronological for ya.

Another reason why he didn't do things for others. Or let them do things for him. He was a mess which he didn't bother to clean up. He didn't want prying eyes.

He was fine being the infamously cold samurai.

Especially when it came to Allen Walker.

The little kid was perceptive. Annoyingly so. He had been though a lot, maybe even more than Kanda and Lenalee combined. He understood the world in ways kanda couldn't fathom.

But he was an annoying little shit.

He was too damn happy. Always smiling and laughing.

And if there was sometime Kanda hated more than prying...it was people being dishonest to themselves.

The kid was not happy.

To him, it was as clear as day. Even on the first day he met him, The boy had looked like a tiny baby bird, all thin and fragile. He looked so mistreated, even to the untrained eye. And yet he still smiled at him like everything was okay.

And it clearly wasn't.

But, over the months...it had deepened. Allen was eating more than his usual truck load. Kanda watched the disgusting process occasionally. Allen always ate a lot, but Kanda noticed that it was steadily increasing. And he would sit there, all alone...eating his food like it was a chore.

Allen always enjoyed food. It was his favourite pastime. But now he ate like he had too, like it was simply for his survival.

And Kanda had been hit by the sudden realisation that it was.

Allen Walker was dying, same as him.

Kanda watch him closer from then on, noting his developing habits. Not that he cared of course. The kid was dying, big whoop. But death was a constant companion of Kanda's, He knew it within himself when it found another.

Even a child like Allen

Yes, Kanda was being a hypocrite. He too was a dying child. Allen's approaching death should be no less tragic then his.

The death of a child was one of the most tragic affairs known to man. And they were two dying children.

But that was being chronological.

Otherwise, he was a young man, dying from the disease – curse – that had been put upon him to allow him to survive. So, in all honesty, he wasn't really dying.

He was just ceasing to exist.

He wasn't dying, he was just at the end of his life.

...But Allen was different.

He wasn't at the end of his life, but yet he was dying. How was that right? Allen followed the chorological order of the world. He was born, he was raised, and he was living as normally as the Destroyer of Time could.

But he was dying?

He hadn't messed with time, he hadn't screwed up the basic functions of the world...not like Kanda.

Kanda knew his death was a requirement of him living...but was Allen's?

He didn't need to die. He shouldn't have to die. But he was.

And Kanda at least hoped he would be dead so he wouldn't have to see it.

Darkness swallowed Allen. It pulled him under like tar, sweeping in round him and refusing to let him go.

He was trapped.

Allen tried to cry out for help, the tar keeping him immobile. He wanted to scream, wanted to cry.

A face appeared in front of him. It was the face of a rotting corpse, eyeballs exposed and rotting tissue peeling.

"Why did you do this to me, Allen?"

"I'm sorry!" he screamed. "I didn't mean to hurt you! Please, forgive me!" He cried out, tears leaking behind his closed eyelids.

"You don't deserve forgiveness!" The decaying face screeched.

He kept his eyes shut, screaming bloody murder as he felt his fear reach a screeching crescendo. Cold and clammy flesh scratched at him, trying to tear him apart from all sides.

"You deserve death!" He cried openly, shaking his head slowly side to side as he felt his body be torn to pieces.

"Oh please don't Mana. Please!" He pleaded.

And then he felt teeth at his throat.

He screamed out, louder than ever before as his life was slowly torn from him.

"Moyashi! Allen damnit!"

Allen cried out, before he was pulled out of the darkness, the sticky tar falling from his skin.

And then he felt no more.

The little brat was screaming.

...And it was honestly the most soul destroying sound Kanda had heard.

He lent over the boy, having run to his room at the screams. It was honestly like he was being murdered.

Kanda arrived in the room down the hall, only to find the boy curled in his sheets. Clothing crinkled and face streaked with tears. Blood ran from his lips, running down his neck.

But he was having a nightmare.

Kanda found himself over the top of the boy, shaking him awake.

"Oi Moyashi! Allen Damnit!" He yelled out, shaking the boy as the screaming refused to stop.

The boy sudden snapped awake, looking up at Kanda with wide terrified eyes. Kanda found himself seeing the boy Allen kept inside. The real Allen. He looked so small, so fragile...even more so than usual. He looked like a small child, hair mussed and eyes wide. He was gasping for breath, like his lungs weren't taking in enough oxygen.

He looked so easily breakable.

Kanda eased himself off the boy, afraid that his weight could break him. He watched as Allen came to, looking at Kanda with wide eyes and slowing breathing.

Before it was all shut away.

Allen sat up in his rumpled sheets, breathing even and eyes even. He wiped the blood from his face, before he smiled at Kanda lightly.

"Hello Kanda" Allen greeted, as though the man hadn't been holding him down seconds ago.

"Don't 'hello Kanda' me, Moyashi."He growled out.

"Well, sorry for waking you. Better?" He said, looking over at Kanda as he sat cross legged.

"No its not, dipshit." Kanda growled again. "Don't act all normal. I know what I saw, I know what I heard. That was no ordinary nightmare."

"Well you didn't have to come in here." Allen retorted, expression serious.

"Well your screaming was going to wake up the whole institute, would you prefer them all to see you like that?" Kanda hissed in response, leaning against Allen's wall.

"See me like what Kanda?" Allen questioned, eyes narrowed.

"All...vulnerable." Kanda said simply, deciding on the word. Allen hissed.

"I am not vulnerable, Kanda." he growled out, voice vicious.

"I saw, Moyashi." Kanda reminded.

"You don't know what you are talking about." Allen insisted. Kanda look down at the blood staining Allen's palm.

"I think I do."

"Oh shut up, Bakanda!" "You always go around like you know everything, but you don't! You don't know me, you are nothing like me! Just leave me alone!" he cried out.

Kanda leapt across the space, pinning Allen to the wall, hand over his mouth. He knelt on the boy's bed, staring into his eyes.

"I know more than you think, Moyashi." Kanda hissed into his face, and Allen could only watch with narrowed eyes. "I know about you, I know what's wrong with you. You can't hide the mark of death from someone who's been dying for a long time."

Allen's eyes widened, before he shoved Kanda off him and to the floor. Allen lent over the edge of his bed, staring at the man with anger within his eyes.

"I'm not dying, baka! Don't be all dramatic with me! Oh yeah 'the mark of death'. Don't give me that crap!" Allen almost yelled.

Before he was knocked back into his mattress. Kanda straddled him roughly, throwing his weight over the boy. He grabbed his wrists, shoving them back into the mattress as he growled into his face.

"I am dying, Moyashi." he began. "And I have been dying since I was made. I know death better than anyone. And I can tell when someone else is dying. I know you are dying."

"It's your innocence, isn't it? It's tied with your life force and his physically draining the life from you." he finished, illustrating every syllable.

Allen only stared up at him, expressionless. Kanda waited as emotions fell across his eyes. Anger, Terror, Hate, Grief... Acceptance.

Allen didn't respond as tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. Kanda released the boy, leaning back and letting him breathe. He climbed off him, sitting by his side. Allen stayed in that position, staring up at the ceiling with hands next to his head. Kanda leaned back against the wall as the boy continued to cry, letting his legs out in front of him.

"I don't want to die Kanda." Allen said after a pregnant pause, voice quiet.

"Nobody does" Was all he said, neither male looking at each other.

"How do you do it? How do you live knowing your time is limited? How do you make plans for the future when you might not even live to see them?" Allen questioned, voice rough and quiet.

"That's the thing, I don't. I don't make plans, I don't plan ahead...I don't even think ahead. Everything's a set regime. Same soba, same job, same uniform. I don't need to think. And it helps."

"But I can't not think, Kanda." Allen admitted, still staring at the ceiling. "I need to think. I can't be a robot. I want to live the remainder of my life normal. I don't want everything to stop. I don't want to cease to live before I'm even dead."

"I can't be you. I can't live like you. I need to think, need to make decisions everyday. I need to deviate, change, reshape."

Kanda sighed. "We couldn't be more different, Moyashi. But if I know anything about death...it's that it's going to be hard. Hard on you, and on everyone you love. There's no point in denying that you will die soon. I'll give you five years, tops."

"But that doesn't mean that this is the end. Live, change, grow. Your bloody fifteen, Moyashi. Grow some more before you die, for my sake." He said with a smirk, looking down at the boy.

"Trust you to make my death about you." Allen said, looking up at him with his own smile.

"Yeah, well that's why I'm the cold bastard." Kanda agreed.

Allen shook his head. "...I don't think that you're cold Kanda"

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"You just don't like change, and emotion could change you. It would make you think. You would rather die than think."

"I guess you could put it that way."

"And you are talking to me now, right? You're being nice."

"Only cause you're my death buddy." Kanda said, sighing again at the effort it took to hold a conversation. And besides, it was like two in the morning. He was allowed to be tired.

"Well" he said, standing up with very little grace. "I'm going back to bed"

Allen smiled at him as he walked towards the door, head following him.

"...Thank you." he said just as Kanda opened the door. The man turned back, looking at him.

"Yeah well you're still a Moyashi." Kanda said with no small amount of snark.

"Good night, BaKanda." Allen counted, a genuine smile on his lips.

Kanda decided he wanted to see more of his genuine smiles.

"Yeah, night." he said, shutting the door behind him and thinking about his warm bed with no small amount of desire.

Yeah...the boy would always be a Moyashi in his books.

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SephrinaRose