Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man…(der)

This isn't really slash, cuz it's more like a descriptive drabble. I personally love Kanda/Allen, so… yah sure… let's say that there's a lit of shonen-ai in this. If you chose to ignore it though, go right ahead. o

The Last

By Sexypancake

The first time Kanda met Allen, he had been reminded of a spirit, a ghostly child, an infant lost in the realm between life and death. White hair, unlike any he'd even seen, shone in the sunlight and glowed under moonlight. It made wearing his hood a must. Soft pink skin, one arm sin and its brother saint, thin lips that stretched to smile more than any exorcist he'd ever met.

The black robes did him justice, enhanced his slim figure, made his petite frame taller.

Eyes.

The first time Kanda looked into Allen's eyes was like peering into heaven and hell. Watching the star on his forehead turn darer and darker sacred him. Watching his round cheeks sink deeper and deeper made him cry. Watching his hunched form over fallen comrades, racked with sobs and tears that would never fall, made him kill.

And then they were separated. For months and months and months they were apart. Kanda's hair grew longer while Allen's got shorter. Shoulders stretched broader and waists thinner. Faces longer and eyes more depressed with the exhaustion of death and lack of sleep.

Allen's innocence was becoming even more powerful. His synchronization was growing in a way that made Kanda believe that he could actually be the heart.

He was certainly different from everyone else. Once, on a dark rainy night too full of sadness and regret, Allen confided with him that the cross in his hand hurt like death and rebirth, eternity entwined, forever and for all time after.

The symbol on his own chest never hurt. Only once, when Allen traced the black ink lines with startling white fingers did he feel an unnatural tingling beneath his breast.

Rabi was a pain. He was intelligent beyond a doubt, perhaps even more so than Allen and Kanda combined. Regardless, he was a pain who made Allen laugh and smile. In his own indirect was, he did the same for Kanda by calling him by him first name. Watching Rabi fight and be drenched in blood could only be surpassed by watching Allen save and kill and bath in his own blood and despair.

He was no longer human, after all.

None of them were.

They were exorcists, tools of God, the golden threads that barely held this world of black yarn together.

They were the last.

OoOoOoO

Been keeping up to date with D. Gray-Man and may I say OMG!

I find it hard to believe that they smallish group are the last of the exorcist. Oh well, they sure went fast, eh? Ah, I love the way the Earl treats his family! o