AN: this does not represent my views about anything, I am trying to channel Kanda or other characters, please treat it like the fiction that it is. Also, this extra was meant to be short, that didn't happen.

Adding swearing, and the foster care and child services, to list of things contained in this story that possibly need a warning. A warning for incorrect descriptions of things applies here.

IMPORTANT: this is the last thing I have written, and likely the last thing I will write for this story, and so this will be set as complete. If anything from this inspires you feel free to write your own version of how you think it would have continued, just let me know so that I can read/recommend it.

Extra 9: Separation

Kanda glared at Komui as the idiot smiled and blabbered on with pointless reassurances. He didn't care that he knew exactly where Allen was going and why, didn't care that he would be with a responsible person at all times, and especially didn't care how many times someone who was still a teenager managed to fit the words "everything will be fine" into the same sentence. What he cared about was that his Moyashi was going to leave his range of sight, and bad things had a habit of happening in the past when they were separated.

According to the supposed adults, Allen had to go to a doctor's appointment with Komui while Kanda stayed home and "talked to some lady whose job it was to make sure he was happy", their words not Kanda's. Both boys often wondered how they could possibly still think them so oblivious.

While it was true that Allen was going to see a doctor, it was for his mental and emotional health rather than about any of his physical conditions. It made sense to both of them, given the very limited view the adults had of his past and his apparent age, why they would consider this necessary. It was also obvious why he needed to go when he was a child adopted off the street, currently still having all the masses of paper work being filled out that was required for him to legally live in today's society.

It was simple enough, especially for people of their maturity. What wasn't so simple was that Kanda wasn't allowed to go with him, and that the "talking to the nice lady" was just an excuse.

It amazed the boys that, after all this time, Tiedoll, the Lee's, and even the Bookman Clan, still insisted on treating them like they would any other child their age. It didn't matter how many times they proved that they did, in fact, understand the world around them, or displayed just how advanced they were, their physical appearance continued to make them forget the truth of the matter. Kanda had lost count of the number of times he had stood just outside closed doors and listened to them talk about them as if they were deaf and could not hear. He knew exactly how nervous his relationship with Allen made them feel, had heard the whispered comments about "dependence" and "attachment issues" made as if they wouldn't understand the big words. He understood just fine, thank you very much, and it pissed him off that they could talk about him like that.

It wasn't anyone's business, and while Tiedoll sometimes seemed to accept that, the people from child services weren't anywhere near okay with it.

Kanda understood that as part of a family that consisted of several adopted boys the government felt the need to keep an eye on them and make sure they were fine, didn't mean he had to like it. He and Allen simply didn't fit into the pictures, frames, and boundaries about normal that this world seemed determined to place them in. He knew that their relationship was seen as not normal and unhealthy, worryingly so, to those who saw it from the outside, but it made perfect sense to them.

So here he was, sitting on his lounge, twitchy as hell, because the adults thought they two of them needed some separation in order to be able to function when they got older.

They didn't understand, and he didn't either, but he knew something was going to go wrong. His Moyashi wasn't here, wasn't somewhere he could see him, wasn't fucking safe. He needed to be there, needed to check on him, needed to protect him, why couldn't they simply understand?

The woman was here, all bright smiles and condescending words. Kanda noticed, vaguely, as Tiedoll showed her into the room where he was sitting, asking if she wanted anything to drink and making all the polite chit chat that these idiots were so obsessed with before she kindly kicked him out of his own lounge room to make sure he didn't influence Kanda's answers. Kanda hated her, like he hated everyone of her kind, that insisted on sticking their noses where they didn't belong and trying to tell him how he should behave.

These people who seemed worried about what he and the Moyashi did together, as if they didn't know that Kanda would do anything to protect him, like anyone would who had watched their soul mate die once already.

She was talking, but Kanda was having trouble focusing on her words. Her voice, so condensing and sickly sweet, grated on his already fraying nerves. His Moyashi wasn't hear, he had no proof that he was safe, why did these people insist on treating him like the child he so clearly wasn't instead of allowing him to do something about it.

The child services woman sighed as the boy in front of her, Yuu Kanda according to her documents and her previous visits, failed to respond to her words in any way other than to twitch and jerk slightly. He had been just fine the last time she was here, other than his obviously unhealthy dependence on the white-haired freak that made pretend it was a child. That was why she had suggested, and organised, the chance to talk to the boy by himself.

'Listen, Yuu, I understand you don't like it, but it really is for the best that you and Allen get a little separation. It would probably be a good idea for you father to let him go somewhere where they could give him the help he needed, if you actually cared about what was best for you friend.'

Kanda's attention was caught by the use of his and his Moyashi's first names, and something in him finally snapped. Many years later his family still wouldn't know exactly what set him off, the use of his first name or the things she was implying, they only knew it was a struggle to pull the supposedly younger child off the woman he seemed to determine to end.

At long last Kanda seemed to give up on trying to kill his social worker, he then took their momentary relaxation to sprint out the door. Tiedoll raced after his son, not really concerned about anything else, while Marie and Daisya tried to decide whether the poor woman, who really should have known better in their opinion, needed an ambulance or not. They quickly came to the decision that she was fine, her words confirming it, and realised that Kanda mustn't have been that determined to kill her as he had appeared, because they knew she would be a lot worst off if that had been the case.

No, he had been trying to create a distraction in order to go and find Allen, something he had been successful in doing. This realisation had them racing out the door after their Father.

Komui, when he eventually found out what had happened, would cheerfully admit that he hadn't done any better with Allen than they had with Kanda.

It had been obvious from the moment they were in the car and the Lee's mother started driving them that something was wrong, despite the way he loved to act Komui wasn't stupid. He had seen immediately how uncomfortable Allen was sitting alone in the back seat, watched him constantly frown at the place Kanda would normally be sitting next to him, if certain so-called professionals hadn't decided that this was necessary, and had started chatting about anything and everything he could think of in order to try and distract the boy.

Sometimes he really regretted living among Muggles and having to abide by their rules, but then he remembered that he wouldn't know the boy at all if he didn't and got over his mild irritation.

As the minuets passed, Allen just kept getting worst. By the time they had arrived at the clinic he was pale, eyes wide with nervousness bordering on fear. While a normal child might be anxious about going to the doctor, Allen had never been one of them, but then Allen was normally with Kanda and Kanda wasn't there, it was just the three of them and Komui was no longer sure that everything would be fine the way he had tried to assure both the younger boys.

After five minutes of sitting in the waiting room, which both Komui and his mother had to admit was rather crowded, the child was sweating and breathing heavy, hands gripping the side of the chair so tightly it was a wonder it didn't break.

The doctor tried to call them in, but Allen wouldn't move. He didn't appear to react at all, until Komui realised that he could hear the boy mutter the words "don't touch me" over and over again under his breath.

Later, Mrs Lee might feel sorry for the poor nurse that tried to help, at the time however all she could think was that the woman was an idiot, as was the social worker that had suggested this ploy, and that maybe they should take the boys and go back to the Magical community, consequences be damned. The Nurse seemed to be trying to get the boy to calm down, unfortunately that involved putting her hand on his should, and that was possibly the worst thing she could have done.

Allen was so fast out the door, everyone else so slow, that she might have been tempted to blame magic, if the Ministry hadn't assured her it was impossible.

Allen didn't know what was going on, where he was or how he got there, all he knew was that he was outside and that there had been people, and again and again he watched as the "Nice Lady" tried to help him by strapping him to a table and bringing the knife down on his arm.

He couldn't breathe, it was over long ago, Kanda was with him now and he had promised to make sure that no one could that to him again.

But Kanda wasn't fucking there, and once again it was an adult's fault, because protecting children was never something that applied to Satan spawn like him.

'Moyashi, Moyashi! Hey, hey Allen! Baka, come one look at me!'

The voice seemed to finally filter down into the dark place he had found to hide in at the same time was warm, strong, familiar, arms wrapped around him dragged him back to safety.

That was how the Lee's and Tiedoll ran into each other, at the same time as they found the two children they had been looking for. Sitting on a swing in an abandoned playground, listening to Allen whimper about the evil people and for Kanda to stay, just stay, please. And Kanda saying something in Japanese that no one understood but Allen seemed to get.

'Well,' the older Lee's said to Tiedoll when they had finally gotten the two to go to sleep later that night, 'they would have been bored in school anyway, and it's not like they are unhappy the way they are.'

And while Tiedoll agreed that the boy's happiness was all he cared about, and any plans to have the two separated had been rather forcefully stopped, he would never quite get over just how scared Allen had been, or just how well the child could apparently hide that which he didn't want others to see.

And he would never stop wondering about how well Kanda could read him, despite everything.