A/N: This has been one of my obsessions of mine since the summer had started to I decided to play on it. It may not be good but I suppose that if I try my hardest, it will work. So here are the fruits if my labor. Enjoy and review if you liked it.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. gray-man.

The Start of Obsession

Kanda Yuu was definitely not obsessive. Nope. Not in the least. He did not obsess about anything. Not about animes or mangas like crazy fangirls, not about cards or statistics like nerds, and certainly not about the stupid bean sprout like a stalker. Nope. Not in the least.

So... why was he scaling the outside of the Dark Order Headquarters, at night, carrying the idiot bean sprout's exorcist coat and a box of mitarashi dango? He, himself didn't want to admit the answer although he full well knew why. It had started a few days ago.

As usual, he went for breakfast of tempura and soba noodles. The cafeteria was got quite loud as finders and exorcists filled in slowly. 7:31. His head instantly turned to the food counter.

And no, he did not know exactly when the bean sprout came to breakfast. That was just not his style. Be lo and behold, there was Allen in all his disgusting cutesy glory.

White hair and pale skin met his eyes as he watched the little annoying bean sprout order enough food to match his body weight. Why was he watching the moyashi? Hell if he knew but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the boy's face marred only by the small mark of the curse.

"Bean Sprout-chan!" a loud voice rang the hall without a care in the world.

"Lavi!" Allen smiled that sweet sickening smile that always made his stomach turn. "I'm not small. Stop calling me that!" There was no anger in that lovely voice and a playful smile adorned his small features.

"Whatever you say, my vertically-challenged friend," Lavi laughed, ruffling said boy's hair.

He glared as the stupid rabbit hooked an arm around his beloved little bean sprout. Wait... beloved? His? He cursed himself for thinking such thoughts.

"Yuu-chan!" a voice invaded his thoughts and his personal space. "Mind if we sit here?" He barely opened his mouth when both Allen and Lavi sat down at his table. Maybe it was instinct but his hand reached for Mugen and before he knew it, the blade was pointed at Lavi.

"Call me that again and I'll slice out your guts with Mugen," he growled, slightly annoyed that his meal was interrupted. Allen ignored both of them, already used to their threatening banter and stuffed another plate of dango down his throat.

"Now, now," Lavi laughed, not scared in the slightest, "Just because I'm closer to your moyashi-chan does not mean you can kill his friend so you can get closer to him."

Allen choked, immediately snatching up his orange juice and taking a large gulp while he unsheathed Mugen again and pointed it to the rabbit's neck.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he snapped. Lavi was unfazed and continued with his usual taunting.

"Lavi!" the adorable voice of the bean sprout whined at the same time, "Stop it!"

"Aw, come on," the red head grinned, "You know Yuu-chan loves you and secretly wants to jump your bones! Although, it's not much of a secret..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew it was the truth but it made him want to chop off the stupid rabbit's head even more.

"That's it!" Allen simpered, "I'm leaving. I don't have to listen to you!" And he ran out of the room bursting with tears.

"Ack," Lavi moaned, having lost his favorite person to toy with, "Lenalee is going to kill me for upsetting him. Allen! Wait! I didn't really mean it! Please don't tell Lenalee!"

And that was when he looked down and spotted the idiot moyashi's exorcist coat, lying innocently on the bench. After a quick look to see if any one was watching, he snatched up the article of clothing without proper thinking and ran off.

Which was why he was stuck in this predicament. He had spent a few days wondering why he had taken the coat (while holding it and smelling it unconsciously, much to his blatant horror) and how the hell he was going to return it without Allen noticing it was him who took it. And then the answer came to him, he would simply sneak into the little kid's room and return it.

Simple, wasn't it?

But he refused to be a normal person and use the front door. No, people would get suspicious. Instead, he resolved to climb the outside. How hard could it be? As he realized now, it was very hard. Very.

There was fucking wind in his face and it was hard to grip onto the slippery stones but he was not complaining. No, when Kanda was commited, he was hellbent on keeping that commitment.

Okay, so we got that. But then why was he holding the box of dango along with him? That was what puzzled the swordsman the most. He had bought the box out of spite and without real thought. He didn't even know what possessed him to buy the allotted amount.

"10 boxes of dango," he ordered gruffly, avoiding everyone's questioning gaze. His face was stained a bright red and it took a great deal of control for him to stop turning any redder.

"Oh ho ho," the gay chef, Jerry or whatever laughed, "I didn't know you ate sweets. Is this a new side of Kanda-chan we're seeing?"

"I don't eating fucking sweets," he gritted his teeth, eyes shielded by his bangs in embarrassment, "Get my fucking order right now." People were starting to stare and he wished dearly that this would all end.

"Here you are!" the gay ass chef sang out, handing Kanda his order, "Strange, only Allen-chan orders this much in one sitting. Oh!"

Kanda snatched the sticky sweet substance and ran out before he could make any comment.

Okay, so that explained his disposition. Now, he stopped at the appointed window and looked inside. Yep, that was the bean sprout. He was sleeping, to Kanda's delight. That would make things a hell of a lot easier.

He stopped. Hot damn, was he imagining it or did the bean sprout look cute when he was asleep? Even the sickening smile was slightly muted into a more content and peaceful one. He leaned against the windowsill, just being content on watching. Kanda watched as the small chest rose and fell with each breath the little half-pint took and the pale white hair fall softly on his eyes when he turned slightly.

"Stupid!" he cursed himself, snapping out of his daze. "You're supposed to be returning the coat."

He turned bright red, instantly beginning to pick the window lock and opened the window with his ninja-like swiftness. He leaped into the room, careful not to make any noise. The coat went over the chair and the dango was gently put onto the table. Knowing the idiot's appetite, they would be gone by tomorrow.

"You better be grateful," he growled to the sleeping boy, quietly, "I went through shit to get up here."

And before he could help himself, he swooped down, planting a small kiss on the moyashi's forehead before he jumped up, blushing.

"Why the hell did I do that?!" he screamed at himself.

"Mmm," the small boy muttered deliciously, "Kan-da." He pronounced each syllable so sensually that said person turned pink.

"Holy shit," he thought, "Is the half-pint dreaming about me?"

"Is that you?" the boy's silvery eyes fluttered open.

He froze stock still.

"Oh shit," he cursed when Allen's eyes widened at the sight of him.

A/N: Please review.