YOS.5

WARNING: CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS. Especially since I followed the plot of the manga EXACTLY. If you haven't read up to chapter Ch. 209, then PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. SERIOUSLY.

Chapter Name: Watashi wa Anata o Mitsukeru made...

Normal POV

Kanda slipped on his shoes and picked up the travel bag sitting on his bed. He sighed softly, taking one last glance around the dark room and down at his forearms. His stigmata were beginning to tingle, as though his Innocence was already becoming suspicious of his actions. Blue grey eyes focused for a moment on a special, lone hourglass before suddenly turning away.

The samurai slammed the door to his room, storming out of the Order before anyone could truly spot him.

Marie frowned in thought, arms crossed as his ears traced Kanda's escaping form at a window in the hall. Lenalee stood next to him, a hand on the glass.

Please do your best, Kanda. We'll try to cover things over here as long as we can.

Soon enough, the moody samurai was standing on a platform in the town's station. His dark eyes glared icily at the retreating form of the train he had just missed, his jaw clenched tightly.

Taking a quick scan of his surroundings, Kanda jumped onto the last carriage, holding onto an iron railing. He nonchalantly waited on the little iron platform at the back of the train, acting as though he was about to smoke a cigarette to the eyes of the other commuters on the waiting platforms (who didn't already see him jump on and were screaming for authorities). When the train safely exited the station and was out of sight, he climbed up to the roof, wincing as the air rushed into his eyes and whipped his ponytail back and forth.

The samurai ground his teeth in determination, lifting a hand up to grasp at a ledge to pull his body up. Luckily, he was completely hidden by the roof by the time the conductor came around calling for tickets. Kanda relaxed a bit before calmly advancing, continuing to crawl along the roof of the cars and making his way to the one he needed.

The samurai frowned when he reached his destination, hearing a ruckus from down below. Immediately, his mind jumped to the conclusion that the events beneath him were not going to be very pretty.

Scrambling down the side of the train, he clung to whatever ledges he could, grimacing as his fingertips began to shake from the pressure. The wind could sweep him off the side of the train at any moment. All it took was one break in focus, one little rest in one of his fingers... and he'd never forgive himself for failing.

The samurai furrowed his brows, eyes narrowed as he squinted through the wind. He looked down at the window below him, bracing himself. With one large gulp of air, he pushed off of the train with his feet, and pulled his body forward, smashing into the window below him.

The glass beneath his feet easily bent and shattered, and shouts of surprise echoed through the hallway he had entered. The samurai braced himself on the window frame for but a moment before swiftly jumping over the bound body beneath him.

Two men in business clothing and heavy jackets like his own stood at the door to the private cabin, shielding their faces with their arms from the flying glass and the sudden whirl of wind.

That was enough time for him to push them into the room and shut the door to the cabin behind him without a word to the person he came to rescue.

Shouts of extreme pain suddenly echoed through the private cabin but Kanda was quick to silence them.

He stood emotionlessly in the space between the two cushioned seats that now held two, very beaten up Central workers. Adjusting his scarf and large coat with one hand (the other was holding his clothed covered Mugen), he waited until he heard the sliding of the door behind him.

He turned his head slowly to look over his shoulder at the man who was now free from the CROW bindings.

"It's Kanda... right?" Came the uncertain call.

Johnny Gill stood at the door, squirming under Kanda's settled gaze.

"I heard the news from Marie," Kanda spoke for the first time. "Do you know where that Bean Sprout is?"

Johnny, still partially hiding behind the door, uncomfortably spoke. "Um... that would be...?"

Kanda, having no patience for a squirming scientist immediately snapped. "Well, how about it?!" He demanded, his aura quickly becoming that of a demon.

Johnny jumped at his grumpy and loud tone of voice, letting out a frightened squawk. "I don't know! I'm so sorry!" He replied, unconsciously raising his voice as well.

However, he quickly sought to defend himself. Splaying a hand over his chest and raising an index finger with the other, he spoke again. "But!" He quickly amended. "I have a plan for finding Allen!"

Kanda looked at him with something of a relaxed and interested expression, one that seemed surprised or taken aback, but masked with calm interest.

"Really?" He asked as Johnny leaned around him to look down at the beaten up Central officers.

"Ahh... yeah." He replied almost absentmindedly. Looking down at the men nervously, he spoke again. "Umm... but before that... these people are still alive, right?"

A sadistic aura suddenly surrounded Kanda as he smirked darkly. "Relax," he began, Mugen thrown over his shoulder as he smirked down at a nervous Johnny. "You can't be too careful with CROW, so I've beaten them to a pulp." His smirk seemed to stretch even further. "Now you're officially a fugitive from the Order as well."

Johnny couldn't help the nervous smile that twitched across his face. "Why do you look so happy Kanda?" He questioned with an awkward chuckle.

The scientist turned around and put a hand above the air holes of one of the Central men. He's still breathing, right? The man remained still. Breathe...

Johnny frowned a bit before speaking. "But Kanda, why did you come here..."

"I'm going with you." Kanda smoothly answered.

The kneeling man paused, letting the words sink in for a good moment before turning his head to look at Kanda.

Scarily enough, the man was already crouched to his height and facing him. "Eh?!" Johnny exclaimed, eyes nearly bugging out of his dorky glasses.

Kanda coolly leaned in, eyes narrowed as he slowly explained himself. "I'm saying, I'm going to be escorting you until we get to where that Bean Sprout is."

That was how their crazy journey to find Allen Walker began.

They travelled from one bar to the next, and after the twenty-third one, they sat drinking beers as Johnny revealed his train of thought for tracking Allen down through General Cross's debt bills.

To Kanda's surprise, he had learned that Allen remembered every place Cross owed debt to and the amount.

He also learned that Reever had revealed that Cross was alive to Johnny, and that the people at the Order were rooting for him.

Maybe it was the beer, and the fact that the alcohol took longer to flush out of his system due to his slowed regeneration abilities. Or maybe it was just a curious part of him, but he found himself asking Johnny why he was chasing after such a troublesome bean sprout.

"Haven't you got everything to lose?" He asked, his head resting on a palm.

Johnny smiled at him, cheeks flushed with a dark red from the drinks. "I..." He began slowly. "Can only think in the absolute simplest terms." The scientist grinned.

"It's because we're friends!" He exclaimed cheerfully, swinging his travel bag over his head and splaying a hand over his chest once again.

Kanda's eyes widened as he stared, seeing an imprinted memory of a happily jumping Alma next to Johnny's drunk form.

The teen stared in limp shock at Johnny's unsuspecting form before blushing and putting a hand to his face. He rubbed an eye sullenly while directing his gaze downwards and shielding his face with his bangs. A slight, wavering frown on his almost pouting lips, like he was going to cry.

This was embarrassing. He had definitely had one too many beers.

Johnny was quick to gather his things as they stood and left the quaint little bar and its somewhat soothing atmosphere.

As they walked outside, Johnny began to question him on why he was "escorting" him to Allen.

However, an akuma was quick to interrupt, snatching Johnny up and jumping away from Kanda. The samurai quickly unleashed his Innocence, his Mugen flying to slice the Akuma and hold it pinned to a wall like a throwing spear.

He quickly raced towards the two, leaving Johnny to hunt for his glasses on his own as he quickly removed Mugen from the Akuma's body.

Unfortunately, the blasted thing recognized him, speaking as the samurai looked down at it with icy, emotionless eyes.

It let out a crazed laugh, not unlike a hyena. "Kanda Yuu, is it? It's Kanda Yuu..."

Johnny threw his shaky hands all over the floor, trying to find his glasses in desperation.

"What a stupid fool, to have come back..." The Akuma crowed.

Johnny felt his fingers brush against a familiar material. Quickly, he snatched up the missing glasses and stared up at the event unfolding before him.

"That little bit of life life life you have left..." The Akuma repeated its words like a malfunctioning music player or dying toy. "You should have just spent it in peace..."

Kanda's glare could not get any icier. "The Order has no chance of winning." It spoke, projecting its voice so that it almost was screaming. "Akuma are quickly being born even now." It went on to repeat the word "quickly" over and over again, like a broken record.

The samurai moved just as the Akuma spoke again. "You've chosen Hell, you fool!" It screamed dramatically.

Kanda silently finished off the demon with Mugen, slicing the thing apart with an electric, zigzag pattern.

The samurai rose from his knelt position, a bloody Mugen in his hands.

"Really Kanda..." Johnny began, returning to their earlier conversation. "Why?"

There was a long moment of silence before Kanda replied. Turning his head down to stare at the ground, he spoke. "I was the one who awakened him into Neah..." He quietly confessed.

"You mean what happened at the North American Branch...?" Johnny yelled in surprise and something close to panic. "But that was the Earl using Akuma to make you..." He trailed off, not seeing any reason to breech the sensitive topic. "It wasn't your fault!" He plowed on.

This didn't seem to affect Kanda's mood. In fact, it seemed to worsen it as he let his head hang down a bit farther.

"I didn't care what happened to the Order..."

Johnny listened closely as Kanda began to explain.

"So during the mission in Paris..." It sounded as though the words were escaping his mouth in a sigh. "When I caught a glimpse of that guy's Noah transformation, I ignored it." He admitted.

He spoke slowly, as though the words were difficult to push out of his heart and mouth. "Without even reporting it to Komui..." Johnny straightened up a bit, taking a small step forward. "I just let it be." His companion still kept his back to him.

"Because I hated the Order even more than the Noah and the Akuma."

Kanda turned his head a bit to glance back at Johnny, his chin still tucked into his chest as he smiled bitterly, watching his travelling partner from the corner of his soft eyes.

At this gaze, Johnny wound up, as though he couldn't take much more. The emotions washed over him, and Kanda could've sworn that the scientist would begin crying.

The samurai turned his body to face him from the side, the ponytail behind his head gently swaying with the breeze. It surrounded his head like a wispy halo, and his bangs fluttered gently as Kanda moved.

He opened his mouth to speak again, his bitter sweet smile never leaving his face. "But now..." A breeze swept by, and the smoke that usually marked the destruction of an Akuma swirled around. There was debris too; mostly pieces of paper fluttering by, seeming exactly like colorless sakura petals. It suited the image of the bitter, Japanese samurai.

Kanda never let that smile leave his face.

"This regret simply won't let me die peacefully."

The scientist stood in shock as Kanda passed him, picking up his own travel bag. "...Let's go." he said after a moment. "This smoke is poisonous."

Johnny stood for a moment longer, feeling emotions swell up in his chest.

I was about to say sorry... He thought, his face heating up in something of a blush.

...And then I stopped myself. Kanda was already going up the stone steps that led back to the main roads.

Thank you.

Johnny turned to stare up at Kanda's retreating form with a firm expression, not unlike determination. Thank you.

Finally, the scientist broke. The emotions swelling up in his chest very easily led to leaking tears and a runny nose. He wound up his body and screwed his eyes shut. "Thank..." He began in a strained and choked voice.

Kanda came back for Allen's sake.

Johnny lay asleep in the hotel room he had that was connected to Kanda's through a door in the wall. The samurai sat against the wall his bed was pushed up against, eyes half lidded as memories clouded his mind.

Rough, roaming hands...

A poker face type smile...

Tinkling laughter...

Kanda stopped himself before his memories could lead him to an embarrassing situation.

Bean Sprout was an idiot. Kanda hated his guts for all he was worth. But that same idiot was suffering right now because of him, and that same idiot had given Alma his last moments in peace, knowing that he'd end up in huge trouble for it.

So that idiot had better watch himself, because he was coming to give him a piece of his mind.

At least... that was one aspect to his complex, over lapping feelings.

Hold on, Bean Sprout. He thought as he stretched out over the bed, finally deciding to let him mind rest. Hold on.

End Chapter: Till I Find You

Hehe, thanks for sticking with me for this! Do you think it was a good chapter? Please leave a review with your thoughts on this chapter's different writing style. I stole some of the manga's style and incorporated my own for this chapter. ;)

~Crescent T.