Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray Man

Summary: Kanda always knew having a therapist was a Bad Idea.

Rating: For now T.

AN: So I am trying out a new fandom. Don't worry I will go back to Fruits Basket, but right now my muse is being uncooperative. If you guys don't mind let me know what you think. Is this a fic you guys would be interested in reading?

Nobody really knew when it started. It just fell into place so easily that it seemed wrong not to do it. It was like a skin they'd been wearing their whole lives but never knew it. The roles came effortlessly.

Daisya was The Rebel. In all honesty, he'd always been that way, but he hadn't really been defined as the rebel until he'd hit high school. That was when the string of nameless girlfriends, constant parties and arguments with Tiedoll kicked in.

Mari was, of course, the Good Child. He was the one always on honor role, most likely to be valedictorian, loved among his teachers and peers alike. There were very few people that didn't like him, and usually the ones that didn't were too shallow to care about anyone but themselves.

Kanda was the Troubled One. He was the one that usually got suspended for fighting and winning, which he prided himself on. He was the cause of so many teachers quitting. He was the general menace to the school and the grump of the family.

So, Tiedoll considered it natural that he was the one to get a therapist.

Of course Kanda's first reaction was: "Fuck you. I'm not seeing a goddamn shrink."

But Tiedoll was a professional when it came to dealing with Kanda, so on the day of his first appointment Kanda stood sulking in front of the building, gift in hand.

Kanda glared menacingly as he walked through the therapist's building. Most of the people that walked around here looked as if they were just about ready to off themselves. Balding, middle aged men trembled as they looked at him. Mousy girls adjusted their glasses and blushed for a moment before literally running away from him.

Well, at least he hadn't had any problems getting to the damn office.

The waiting room was filled with similarly pathetic people, all of which were trying to hide their faces in a lame ass Home Cooking magazine. The secretary was starting to huddle in her seat not daring to look up at Kanda for fear she would inflame his wrath.

Kanda, being the good child he was checked the his cell phone-the one Tiedoll demanded he have on his person at all times, least he be followed by the man himself. Five to five. He was early.

Kanda plopped himself down in the fluffy chairs folded his hands and promptly took a nap.

He slept for three hours and fifty two minutes, and still the asshole hadn't called him in. His apiontment was at five and it was nearly nine.

Kanda growled, fuck waiting. He was going in now.

He kicked in the door to the therapist's office, fully intending to scare the living shit out of her—him—it.

And so was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Kanda sat in the waiting room bored out of his mind. His muddy feet were on the expensive coffee table, splattering Lucky magazines and he was ripping pages out of a Home Cooking magazine. And just generally upsetting the secretary. Lou Fa was a little shrimp of a woman that was scared as shit of Kanda. Usually these women didn't bug him as much as the other's but considering she was the Moyashi's secretary Kanda had set out to make her life miserable from day one.

So far, he'd been very successful.

"Kanda would you stop destroying my waiting room and get in here." The Moyashi leaned against the doorway letting the older balding man leave the room and scuttle away before facing Kanda. His voice sounded tired. Not that Kanda cared, but it was always good to know your enemy.

"Hmph," he snorted and shoved the remains of the magazine onto the mud stained table. He stomped past the Moyashi and into his office.

He plopped himself down on the cushy sofa crossing his arms over his chest, spreading his legs out to either side of him.

"Someone's had a bad day." Kanda frowned. He hated the fact that the Moyashi could read him so easily.

"Fuck you." Kanda snarled. He reached over to the bookshelf near the sofa, grabbing one of the novels he flipped to a random page and began reading.

Allen sighed. "What happened?"

"What?" Kanda's head snapped up.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"No!" Kanda spluttered, at loss for a moment. "H—"

"Was it a teacher then?"

"What the hell—"

"Was it another student? Or was it Daisya? Did Mari get a girlfriend?"

Kanda glared. "Are you done now?"

Allen sat back in his seat, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"You got a love confession didn't you?"

Kanda turned bright red. "Screw you asshole!"

"Was she cute?" Allen was still grinning, and all Kanda wanted to do was wipe that grin off of his face.

He crossed his arms and buried himself deeper in the couch. "It wasn't…."

"What?" Allen leaned forward narrowing his eyes in concentration. "I can't hear you when you mumble."

"It wasn't… a girl."

Allen's grin got so big Kanda grew worried that it would split his face in half. Not that Kanda couldn't get the job done himself, but Tiedoll would make his life hell if he broke his therapist's face.

"Screw you asshole!"

"But so cute Kanda."

Kanda leapt up, fists clenched, ready to kick ass. "Fuck you Moyashi! You have no idea how fucking stupid it was trying to explain to some idiot freshman that I wasn't a girl!"

Allen raised an eyebrow at Kanda. "Nobody would mistake you for a girl Kanda."

Kanda's eyes narrowed until they were tiny slits. "You'd be fucking surprised."

Allen didn't even twitch; fucking asshole. "So would you."

He stood up from his cushy seat and walked over to his coffee maker. Kanda resisted the urge to wipe his boots on the blue fabric. As Mari would say, he'd regret it later. Especially when Tiedoll and Moyashi got together to fucking team up on him. Kanda stifled a quiet groan, his life did not get any worse than that.

"You're a very attractive male Kanda."

Kanda's head jerked up and his eyes widened. Moyashi was fucking excellent at pulling Kanda from his reveries; and surprising the shit out of him.

"What?"

Allen turned to him, gold eyes solemn and steady. "You are attractive. Whether you believe it or not. Mistaking you for a girl was probably the only way that kid could sneak out of that situation."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Sneak out of the situation?"

"Well you probably made a big deal about it didn't you?" Allen looked at Kanda over the rim of his now steaming mug; Kanda tried not to squirm. "If he is gay, he probably didn't want to be outed by you in front of the whole school."

Kanda gaped.

"This only goes to show that you really don't have any experience with people." Allen grinned. "So maybe you should practice."

Allen had no idea he would regret saying these words.