(Warning boyxboy, may change to rated m later. Yullen) Kanda is 10 and Allen is 7 in the beginning.

Prologue: Silent Black

There was only fire. Kanda looked around wildly, wondering where he was. Orange flames licked his skin as he heard the sound of crackles and groans of the house. But how did he get there. He struggled to think as the heavy smoke filled his lungs. Sweat rolled down his body and quickly evaporated into the heat. His strength was being slowly sucked out of him. I need to get out of here. He thought slowly, blindly pushing his way forward.

Time moved slowly and Kanda could not find his way out. His strangth fading faster and faster, his body feeling heavier and heavier, ears ringing, lungs struggling for a good breathe of air, black rings on the outer edges of his eyesight, and a faint whimper in the distance.

Moving toward the sound, desperate for some hope in the agonizing heat. He came upon the source of the noise, a small figure curled up on the ground, knees drawn to chest, eyes closed tight, small pudgy hands entangled in grimmy white hair.

"Are you okay?" his voiced rasped with smoke.

No answer.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

No answer.

He poked the small boy.

No response.

"We need to get out of here. Can you stand?"

Nothing.

Kanda had two choices, leave the other here to die or carry the small creature with him and lower his chance of survival. His mind told him to leave, survive, escape, yet his body leaned over the white haired figure. His hands tucked into the boy's armpits, sitting him up. Kanda positioned himself in front of the other, took the small boys arms, slung them over his shoulders, then he grasped the boys upper thighs and hoisted him up off the ground.

They walked on for what felt like hours. Heat surrounding them, smoke thickening their lung. It was too much, Kanda collapsed bring the other with him. They lay next to each other struggling, dying.

Time passed. Kanda heard something. A mutter. A whisper. A small smile. From the boy. Kanda needed to save him. But how? Who was he saving? Weaker and weaker. It was so white so cold. There was no more fire. The ash had turned to a white fluff. Or was it snow. Kanda's thought were escaping him. Heavier and heavier. Colder and colder. Until finally Kanda closed his weary eyes and drifted to unconsciousness. Silent black.

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