A/N: This is the final one but do not despair! I have one more I'm going to add for Allen's birthday and as a Christmas present for all of you out there that are reading this and loving it! It won't be added to this one but it'll be a separate fic.

Yullen Week was fun and I hope that it happens again next year... it can be like a yearly thing! That would be awesome!

Please read and review!

Happy Yullen Days!

Wed, December 24th: Foreign

For the most part, Cross did not send gifts. Especially not to Allen unless it was in the form of debts or well-placed threats to get his lazy ass off the ground to pay off said debts.

So when a package arrived to the Dark Order with his name on it, naturally he approached it with some caution while he prepared himself (mentally) for the blood, sweat, and tears he was going to have to waste to pay off the next batch.

"Tim… please do not record," Allen asked the golden golem in a quivering voice. "I don't want Lavi finding any more tapes of me crying like last time."

The small golem bobbed its confirmation as the white-haired boy slowly took off the lid of the brown package. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment or two, wanting desperately to prolong the inevitable. He opened his silver eyes very slowly, before blinking rapidly as he finally realized what was in the container.

"It's a…kimono?" The small child voiced, staring into the contents of the box. Allen pulled out the elaborate piece of silk. It was a deep dark blue, almost black, and decorated with pictures of powder pink lotus flowers and golden koi fish swimming in a lake. A large intricate obi sat on top of the cloth that was as beautiful and elegant as the kimono itself. In the package were also a golden fan and many hairpins and makeup that were more suited for a woman.

Which begged the question, "Why the hell did Master send this to me?"

His head turned to Timcampy who could provide no answers. Allen searched the box for a note and was rewarded when he found a crumpled piece of paper at the bottom. His eyes scanned the lines before turning completely red and ripping the note to shreds in embarrassment.

"How could Master say such a thing?!"

Unfortunately, Fate seemed to have a whacked up sense of humor because at the same exact time, Lavi just happened to be making his morning call.

"Allen-chan!" the redheaded exorcist chirped cheerily, bursting through Allen's door and effectively tearing it off its hinge. "Good morning!"

"L-Lavi!" The cursed teen shrieked, face completely red. He flailed uselessly. "Go away! Get out!"

There was a tense silence where Lavi blinked and stared at the clothing in Allen's arms. He looked from the silver-haired boy to the cloth again. A slow manic grin spread on his face.

"Oh ho ho!" Lavi cackled with mad glee, "I didn't know you had a cross-dressing fetish, Moyashi-chan!"

"Eh?!" Allen shouted, dropping the kimono back in the box as if it had scalded him. "I-It's not like that! It's not like that at all!"

"Don't lie to me!" the future bookman hooked his arm over Allen's shoulder and patted the teen on the head. "I know all! By the way… interesting choice of pattern…"

"It's not like that!" the pale boy explained frantically, "It's from General Cross and I have no idea why he sent it to me!"

Unlike Allen, Lavi made all the connections without the use of the torn up letter on the ground.

"Hey, Allen?" the redhead snickered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "How about you wear this?"

"WHAT?!"

The shorter teen backed away slowly as the mischievous grin on his friend's face spread even wider.

"Come here!" Lavi pounced.

"NO!"

And again, Fate decided that today was going to be Torture-and-Humiliate-Allen Day because Lenalee burst through the broken door.

"Good morning, Allen-kun!" she greeted as if the sight of a half-naked Allen did not faze her. And indeed, it did not.

"Lenalee!" the white-haired teen sighed in relief. "Help me please!" For added effect, he even teared up a little, looking very much like a kicked puppy.

Her violet eyes looked at Lavi, then Allen, and then at the pattern of the kimono in the bookman junior's hands. Like Lavi, her minded pieced everything together and she smiled gently. Allen glanced at her expectantly.

"Sorry, Allen-kun," Lenalee grinned, picking up a tube of lipstick that was by her boots. "It seems like you're not going to escape this."

All hope was lost and there was only one thing Allen was left to do.

"NOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Kanda was sleeping just fine until he heard a high-pitched, very girly scream coming from the room beside his. Now normally, a scream in the Dark Order was nothing to be scared of or even worried about. But the raven-haired man knew that it was the beansprout's room and despite how much of a sissy Kanda knew he was, Allen did not scream.

He got up, mumbling obscenities under his breath and got dressed. If the moyashi was screaming, it would be worth some of his time to check out why if not only to go and laugh at his pain.

"K-Kanda!" Allen blushed, huffing as he finally had escaped the clutches of Lenalee and Lavi.

The raven-haired man froze. In front of him was a sight like no other. Allen, dressed in a kimono that was definitely too big for him (it slipped down his shoulders and the bottom dragged across the ground), was staring at him with the most innocent yet devilishly sexy look he had ever seen on the boy. The kimono was held up by a crookedly done up obi so that it parted, showing pale, feminine thighs and calves. It felt down at the top but did not go passed the boy's slender shoulders, revealing soft snowy skin. The silver hair was pinned up with a lotus hairpin and the makeup further accentuated the sensual aura that radiated off of the teen.

"Allen-chan!" Lenalee popped out from the cursed exorcist's room. She seemed very cross with Allen. "We're not done with you yet!"

Allen screamed in a girly manner, holding up the fan threateningly. "Stay away from me!" And the boy darted away as if the devil himself was chasing after his heels.

Kanda had still not recovered from his daze and stood stalk still as he watched Allen run down the hallway.

"Oh, hi Kanda!" Lenalee waved before her face adopted a serious expression. "You might want to watch out for Allen. There are some pretty perverted men out there."

And with that, Kanda immediately sprinted after the boy without any explanation. Lenalee giggled delightedly as Lavi popped his head out of Allen's room in a daze.

"Allen-chan sure delivers a solid roundhouse kick," Lavi rubbed his forehead where a large purple bruise was forming. He stopped when he heard a sinister laugh from beside him. "L-Lenalee?"

"Kanda just went after the bait," she stated happily before laughing again.

"Poor Allen-chan," Lavi thought in his mind as he slowly backed away from the Lee sibling.

The first thing on Allen's to-do list right now was to run as far as he could away from his own room. Check.

The next thing he needed to do was to find some decent clothing. He could ask one of the finders or one of his friends, but his male pride did not allow anyone to see him in such a state.

Which left Timcampy… and it just so happened that the yellow golem was floating after him.

"Tim!" he called out with hope. Timcampy flew once around its master's head. "Could you please help me get some clothes out of my room?"

The yellow ball stopped its circling and with an evil smirk, snapped a photo which blinded Allen momentarily with its flash.

"Tim!" the white-haired exorcist shrieked. "You're supposed to help me! Not them!" When he opened his eyes again though, Timcampy was gone and along with him, the photo of Allen.

"Oi! Moyashi!" a voice accompanied by loud footsteps came from behind him.

Shit. Kanda was the last person whom Allen wanted to see right now. If he even let the older man see him, he would never live it down. And the letter…

The young boy shook his head, trying to get rid of the blush that was spreading across his cheeks and ran down the hallways, cursing at the long robe, which caused him to trip a few times.

"Wait!" Kanda shouted after him.

"No way!" Allen shouted right back, running even faster until he burst out into the open air. He blinked confusingly as he stared at the sun and the open sky.

Funny, he had never been out of the Order before unless it was for missions. The sun felt good on his heavily makeup caked face and he almost let himself relax.

"Beansprout!"

Almost.

He ran as fast as he could, wincing as the rocks and debris cut up his feet. Before long, Allen arrived into town. He turned back and sighed in relief when he didn't see the swordsman following him. He turned around and walked down the road.

"Well, as long as I am in town, I might as well make some money," Allen smiled and strolled to the local tavern. His attire attracted many gazes, some of which made him squirm and shiver with the uncontrollable need to drown himself in the shower when he got home. He sat down at a table in front of a group of three men who were playing a game of Poker and put on his innocent mask.

"Oh ho ho," one of the men eyed him up and down appreciatively. "Such a foreign beauty you are. Might I know your name, girl?"

"Don't scare her off, Will!" another one of the men (this one was intoxicated) scolded before giving Allen a lewd grin. "She must be one of them shy ones. Where you from, girly?"

Allen turned red with anger inside. Girl?! GIRL?! Oh, he was not going to go easy on them. He would strip them for all they were worth and do so with pleasure.

On the outside, he blushed as prettily as he could and lowered his gaze abashedly. His hands tugged a long sleeve to his lips and he tilted his head to the side, feigning innocence. Thank the heavens that he had learned how to be coy from the whore houses his Master had been to.

"I'll tell you if you can beat me in a game of Poker," he whispered in a slightly higher voice to conceal himself.

"You have yourself a deal, pretty lady," the third man smiled, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

Secretly, he smirked evilly allowing the malicious aura to seep just a tiny bit to slightly frighten the men in front of him. They were going to rue the day they met Allen Walker.

A few minutes later...

"Royal straight flush," Allen grinned, showing his cards. All three men shrieked in horror and nearly burst into tears.

"You cheated!" one of them accused, pointing at him/her.

"Have you any proof?" the pale teen asked innocently, hurt plastered on his features. The man only pulled at his hair frustratingly as Allen collected his winnings with that same innocent expression plastered on his face.

"Bitch," one of the men snarled. "You fucking cheated." He grabbed the cursed boy's arm and the other two tagged along, taking the boy's arms and dragging him out the door.

"Wha-" Allen glared and punched the man in the jaw. He spun around and tried to run but hands grabbed at his obi and pulled him back. "Get off me!"

"You're comin' with us, little missie. You owe us a little something," the rancid breath of one of the men invaded his senses and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. The white-haired youth thrashed wildly, elbowing the man but to no avail.

Suddenly the sound of a sword slicing through skin was heard and Allen was dropped to the floor.

The cursed exorcist winced and looked up. Standing in front of him was Kanda. How did he know Allen was here?

"What were you thinking, you idiot?!" Kanda glared at the white-haired teen. Allen gulped. He had never seen the older teen this infuriated with him before.

"Bastard!" Will shouted, kneeling to help his injured friend.

"Shut up," Kanda growled menacingly, moving to stab the men to death. Allen could feel the angry aura radiating off of the man and shivered. "Che. Moyashi is mine."

Allen blushed red and turned around to run. His heart thumped wildly in his chest and his head spun with numerous thoughts. He felt slightly bad about leaving Kanda with his mess but he needed to clear his head at the last thing Kanda had said. 'Moyashi is mine'? The way the swordsman had said it did not seem like comradeship to him.

He needed to hide and be alone for a while.

Kanda grumbled under his breath as he searched through the rooms of the Dark Order. The little idiot had left him with a tavern full of bastards that he had to deal with. And even worse, he had somehow escaped without Kanda knowing.

The raven-haired man was going to find the moyashi and give him a piece of his mind if it was the last thing he would do.

"Oi, beansprout," Kanda opened what seemed to be the 154th door he had checked in only to find it barricaded with a dresser. The lights were off but he could see a small body curled in a corner. "Are you in here?"

"Go away!" Allen shouted angrily, "I've had enough trauma as it is!"

The raven-haired man growled in annoyance and with one shove, he pushed away the dresser and opened the door. Allen stared at him with anger-filled silver eyes before curling into himself and turning to face the wall sullenly.

"Moyashi-," he began, kneeling down to face the boy who ignored him.

"Please go away," Allen whispered, staring at the gray walls with apparent interest. "I don't need you here and I certainly don't want you here either."

Kanda glared at the boy. His hands shot out to grab the younger teen and pulled the small body into his lap. Allen resisted, struggling fiercely against the older male.

"What the hell are you doing, Bakanda?" the white-haired boy shouted, blushing horribly. "Let go of me!"

"You look so beautiful, moyashi," Kanda murmured, burying his face into the crook of Allen's neck and inhaling the lavender and honey scent that wafted off of the teen's pale skin. Allen froze and turned to glare at the man.

"I am dressed like a prostitute, I can't find my clothes because apparently, Timcampy was on their side, and worst of all, I was hit on by people who thought I was a girl," Allen listed off in a scathing tone. "How the hell can I look beautiful?"

Kanda chuckled, sliding his hands up and down the boy's pale thighs in a teasing manner.

"S-Stop that!" Allen snapped, shivering pleasantly at the electric tingles that danced across his skin where Kanda had touched him. "Don't touch me!"

"I can't help but touch you," Kanda whispered sultrily in Allen's ear. The silver-eyed boy turned red and squirmed as Kanda continued to run his hands along Allen's body.

He blushed when Kanda lifted one of his bare calves and gently touched his bleeding foot. The pale-haired boy hissed quietly in pain and bit his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more pitiful noises. The man fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed away the blood slowly.

"Does it hurt?" Kanda asked in a small whisper. Allen's eyes widened in surprise. He had never seen the swordsman so tender and caring before but it made his chest feel warm.

"W-Why are you doing this?" the white-haired teen shuddered as more of that pleasurable feeling surged into his stomach, making it warm. "Why did you save me?"

Kanda did not answer the boy but instead, turned Allen quickly and planted a searing kiss on the boy's open mouth. Allen froze for a moment before melting into Kanda's arms. He hooked his arms around Kanda's neck as the man pulled him closer. The kiss ended only too quickly and Allen whimpered at the loss of contact.

"I love you, you idiot!" Kanda shouted at him, concealing the small miniscule blush forming on his cheeks. The white-haired teen flinched at the harsh tone but smiled at the words and the almost non-existent blush on the older teen's cheeks.

"Couldn't you have been any nicer saying that?" Allen asked, annoyed but smiling brightly nonetheless. The raven-haired man glared at him at the lack of an appropriate answer.

"Answer me, damn it!" Kanda snarled, staring up at the boy in his lap.

"Or what?" Allen challenged just for the hell of it. Kanda smirked. Two could play at this game.

"Or this," he reached up to place a rough kiss on the boy's mouth. At the same time, he pinched the playful teen's inner thighs earning a small moan of both pain mixed in with pleasure.

"I love you," Allen whispered, staring into the man's hypnotic eyes with his half-lidded ones.

"Che, baka," Kanda allowed himself a small smile which dazzled Allen. "I know." He stared at Allen's attire. "Where the hell did you get this anyway?"

The white-haired exorcist grinned.

"My master decided I needed a push in the right direction and sent me this along with a note," Allen explained.

Kanda tugged the material at the boy's waist, tempted to just rip it off entirely. "It suits you, bean. You look like some foreign beauty."

Allen laughed, before kissing the older teen sweetly once more.

A/N: And Yullen Week has come to an end! I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I did! Thank you for reading all of my oneshots and a Merry Christmas Eve to you all!