A/N: I was thrilled (and still am!) when I received a handful of reviews and alerts when I posted the first chapter! Thank you, everyone! I didn't expect such heartfelt feedback! Well, since, you know, with this being my very first DGM fic and all, I didn't expect a lot would like it. (heart) I luffle you all!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even a single DGM memorabilia!

Warning: A very angry and cussing Kanda. BL, too!

I thank the ff. people: Sky91, chibi Chimi-chan, NoyLoggedIn, WrathofMugen, E., seaturtlesrox, buchouslvr, SilentKiller1, GoGothGirl, xRandomisityx, RobotInTheRoom, ItaNaruLover and Aion Laven Walker.

I will not – he repeated for the thousandth time inside his head – change his fucking clothes! I refuse to touch that cursed idiot!

Kanda gripped the booklet hard, as if addressing his not-gonna-undress-moyashi oath to it. The booklet, in return, just stared back at him, its content somewhat mocking the holder. Kanda then shot a death glare at the sleeping boy and hoped that it would actually hurt the latter.

Not that it was likely to happen actually.

In fact, nothing was making him feel better right after he went back and re-read pages of the so-called useful information of the damn Clueless Idiot's Guide to Nursing and TLC. The list he needed to do for the sick brat went on and on; Kanda could almost see his life passing before his eyes as he read each and every task.

2. The patient cannot eat anything heavy; the nurse then must prepare light meals such as soup, stew or anything that is easy to eat.

3. Medicines for cold and muscle pains should be prepared and drank right after meals. Antibiotics should not be taken with an empty stomach. The nurse must take note the time when the patient must have his/her medicines.

Then, in the middle of the procedures 3 and 4, there was that same scribbling Kanda found at the cover before.

3. a. And don't just stuff the medicine inside the patient's throat! Or use Innocence or Mugen in the process!

The Asian teen swore he felt a throbbing vein popped at the side his head. JUST WHO THE HELL MADE THIS BOOK ANYWAY?!

Never before in Kanda's life had he felt inhumane torture as to strip, cook and prepare medicines for a sick moyashi. Why couldn't he just accept the offer to be one of the test subjects Lenalee had offered just earlier? The older exorcist would gladly give himself to the Supervisor's stupid, not to mention weird, inventions than to have his hand brush against the kid's body.

Would it kill you just to stay inside Allen's room?

Kanda sighed as he remembered what the young female exorcist told him before. He paused for a while, took heavy breathings and for the first time, glanced at clueless brat (who got himself sick on his own, NOT my fault, Kanda said dryly) without blowing his cool. He thought for a while, calmly trying to be rational about the whole nursing scenario.

Just when the Japanese teen thought things could go more worse than this, a cruel (any normal person or exorcist would think it was cruel) but persuasive thought knocked him inside his mind.

Oh, I'll take care of him alright. With TLC and shits. Then I'd make him owe me so bad, he can't do anything but repay me with something greater.

Much, much greater.

A sudden pause.

I'd have him be my servant.

Kanda made a villainous smile.

The idea was perfect. Perfectly perfect. Kanda and the moyashi as his servant – it made a fitting relationship as it should be, the smirking exorcist thought.

The smile still crept along the Mugen-user's lips, appearing victorious for the first time since he entered the "bean lair." Obviously the idea had been his saving grace from the horrible-ness that was a sick Allen.

Now was the REAL nursing-the-moyashi time would commence!

"Because when this ends, you'd be the one serving me next, moyashi!"

The whole I-resent-to-touch-his-cursed-body thought was finally pushed behind, only to resurface again with an impact when Kanda grabbed the clueless Allen (roughly, mind you, since this was Kanda we were talking about) and was about to tear his clothes off. His one hand began undoing the buttons by rudely picking them.

"Hnn…" The voice made out.

Crap. The hell am I doing? The supposedly careful "nurse" watched the sick young kid and waited for any reaction.

The bleach-haired had his head lolled to one side, oblivious to Kanda's rough grasp. A cough escaped his lips, then a groan. Allen's expression, from a peaceful look, turned to a pained one – which signaled Kanda to ungrasp him and back away immediately.

Silence.

The swordsman scratched his head, annoyance now written on his face. Evidently, Kanda didn't expect the moyashi to react instantly. And here I thought you were as dense as a rock since you're sick.

There was no other option anymore, Kanda thought again. If he was going after the make-moyashi-slave plan, he needed of course to do first his end of the bargain.

To nurse.

He must, despite his whole being screamed disapproval, be careful and be caring to the naïve kid's condition. I can do this, damn shit.

That said, Kanda slowly made his way to the bed, sat on it and whispered in his most forced sweet voice, "Hey, you, I'm going to change your clothes to comfortable ones, okay? Don't complain."

Allen could only nod groggily - too obedient for the swordsman's comfort. Kanda then wondered if the moyashi just had no strength the fight back because of his fever.

After all, both of them hated each other's guts.

And knowing a bit about Allen Walker a.k.a. moyashi (let us not forget that, Kanda added dryly), he'd react just as violently as how the older teen reacted when he found out that he was assigned to baby-sit.

Still, the older exorcist's theory proved correctly when Allen responded by sitting up on his bed, initiatively unbuttoning his top's buttons one by one; his gaze averted from the person sitting in front of him. His hands trembled a bit as he fumbled on one button.

"A-a-achoo!"

Kanda quirked an eyebrow; watching the moyashi going all weak again. Don't tell me you're trying to do this on your own without MY help, huh? Damn kid. This is exactly why I'm here, you sniveling brat.

Without any warning, the older teen roughly brushed Allen's hand away and started unbuttoning the latter's top until it was open. "There."

"T-t-thanks..." Allen whispered weakly and finally removed his top, revealing a petite torso, flat and semi-toned chest and small shoulders. Kanda gazed at the sight before him, quietly commenting how the moyashi's body was similar to a girl's.

"…what?" The young British exorcist coughed more loudly than usual, causing Kanda's gaze to look back at him. That was then the realization hit the swordsman like lightning.

Oh, shit. Was I staring?

The Japanese teen reverted back to his pompous side to hide the surfacing embarrassment; his eyes glaring at Allen."Don't expect me to unbutton your pants too, moyashi. You'd be the luckiest guy if I do that then."

Okay, the last sentence was uncalled-for, idiot.

Allen frowned at the statement but replied nothing. Right on cue, Kanda stood from the bed and went over to the closet as Allen removed what was left of his attire. He then draped the blanket all over his body.

The cold temperature shook him, causing the sick one to sneeze again and fall back from the mattress. Allen's vision blurred and everything was spinning out of control.

The older one looked back and saw him shivering. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Kanda's voice, a hint of worried mix with annoyance, made the younger teen look at him with pure ashen expression. When he opened his mouth, no words came out. He tried speaking again but failed. Sheer panic now took over Allen's facial expression. He wanted to say something but he couldn't.

"Oi, say something!" This time, Kanda immediately went to his side and held him.

Allen slowly looked at him; his eyes locked with the swordsman's in a deep gaze. And slowly, but surely, he whispered with all of his strength to the person holding him with utmost care:

"…I want Tomato and Miso soup."

Then there was that awkward pause.

WHAT. THE. HELL? And I wasted all that time worrying over this damn moyashi and he only wanted a damn SOUP?!

Wait… I was… worried?

For real?

A/N: How was it? Did you like it? Should there be improvements? Do review, my lovelies! - Setsuna