For the Love of

By bleached.dragon

Summary: Actress and Hollywood darling Lenalee Lee is infamous for her succession of boy toys. Kanda Yu, her personal bodyguard, has the misfortune to fall hard for every single one of them.

A/N: I was struck by this inspiration while sitting at Starbucks with a tabloid magazine. In other words, this story was the brainchild of caffeine and a very cute pair of shoes.

As it is, after failing miserably in my first attempt in the romance department, I slinked away to write some crack humor, but now I'm going to try again, this time bringing you a story on the mother of all love triangles. Several mothers of all love triangles. What the hell, it'll be everyone.

Disclaimer: This is a bit of a silly thing, isn't it? Of course I don't own DGM.

Chapter 1: Allen, Part 1

"Take five."

The handsome British actor, liberated by the command, stumbled out of the classy restaurant that served as the set, perspiring heavily after several takes under bright lights. He mopped his forehead and slumped directly onto the pavement, gloved hand extended as a silent plea for some sort of refreshment. A bottle of ice-cold water found its way into his outstretched hand a few seconds later, followed up by a folding chair.

Allen Walker drank half the bottle, emptying the remainder over his shock of white hair, not caring if the painstaking makeup applied to his face smeared. Draping a towel over his forehead, the actor watched with half closed eyes, taking in the artificial bustle created on the New York City set as, one by one, the extras exited the scene, depositing napkins on seats. He watched silently as stagehands quickly reset the scene as one of the set designers cleaned up the demolition that had been sowed on set.

Allen sighed. The director was bloody draconian, making him go over this particular scene over and over again. Especially since it involved him knocking over tables of perfectly serviceable food. On second thought, scratch that, considering that he had recently discovered that what he had assumed was a salad was actually a bowl of plastic that had been, with the artifice of some superb set designers, cleverly disguised as a china plate of passable diet food. Here the British actor punctuated his thoughts with another sigh, at least it wasn't as bad as the chicken leg he had attempted to gorge himself on. He could still feel the glue inside himself a week later.

Through the corner of his steel gray eyes, he noted as a town car pulled up onto the pavement. Everyone noticed though. Pedestrians who were in the middle of passing through uncaringly stopped in their tracks and immediately decided that they were interested in the set after all. Allen himself stood up briskly and straightened his tie unconsciously, shaking out the water that had beaded in his white locks.

The car door opened.

A slender booted foot stepped out, followed by the rest of the beautiful girl. Miss Lenalee Lee, resplendent in a slinky black strapless minidress and dark sunglasses, walked purposefully onto the set, only pausing to give the sudden profusion of screaming fans a small wave and a smile, which immediately ignited new cries for the actress. Flipping a long pigtail over her shoulder, Miss Lee smiled again, a smile that was promptly photographed and slotted a space on star watch columns in multiple tabloid magazines.

Actress Lenalee Lee spotted entering the set of her new movie 'Millennium' which she costars with Allen Walker and Road Kamelot.

Allen let his gaze travel shyly toward the actress. Despite the fact that they were halfway through shooting the movie, he had never really gotten over the graceful beauty she excluded. Nor had he gotten over the chance see her as she arrived fashionably late onto the set, but not late enough to anger the director.

The British actor smiled widely as the Chinese actress approached him.

Did he mention that he loved this movie?

While the collected audience was dazzled by Lenalee's aura, it was relatively unnoticed when a tall Japanese man in a black suit wearing his silky black hair in a ponytail also exited the vehicle and followed the actress closely.

If it weren't for the cold and irritated expression that plagued the man's facial features and the casual way in which he hid in Lenalee's cloak of fame, he probably would have garnered his own fan club. As it was, not many noticed when Kanda Yu, the Chinese actress's personal bodyguard, followed his employer onto the 'Millennium' set.

As it was, Kanda Yu was perfectly happy with his anonymity, it was easier for him to perform his job that way. It was also easier for him to watch the handsome, if youngish looking, actor stand and straighten his tie, brushing white locks from his gentle eyes. It was easier for him to disguise the sudden sense of lust with a brooding gaze without having others scrutinize him and dissect his every motive.

Kanda sighed almost imperceptibly as the actor drew closer, shaking water droplets from his hair like a shaggy white dog. The Japanese man resisted the urge to brush them away for him.

He stepped forward.

And stopped.

As Lenalee Lee, hips swaying, charm turned on, cut off his path, greeting her costar with a coy wave before tuning on the spot and heading towards the back room that had been commandeered for her dressing room. She strutted forward on trademark thigh length black boots and Kanda could tell that it took all of Allen Walker's will to not follow.

The dark haired man sneered slightly, resuming his walk, as the British actor watched Lenalee with a slightly hungry expression before sitting down heavily, like an abandoned pet.

Kanda did not know what he saw in the man.

Well, whatever he saw, he wasn't getting it anytime soon.

The Chinese actress peered at her reflection in the mirror leaning forward slightly to catch sight of herself at another angle. She quickly retreated with a yelp as the move had caused the comb that was being worked through her black curls to jerk painfully. Lenalee composed herself, placing slender fingers primly on her lap and watched her transformation from afar.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, tipping her head slightly, wondering who she would be when she opened them again.

She knew the answer, she had poured over the script too many times to not know.

Still, there was a lingering magic when she gazed at herself in full costume, a mysterious wave of a wand that she never tired of. For her, acting was the panacea for all her heartaches, because when she stepped out of the room, she wouldn't be Lenalee Lee anymore, so why worry Lenalee Lee's worries?

But not yet.

The actress smiled to herself when she reflected on British actor, Allen Walker. He would do. Yes, after all, they had spent enough time together on the set… Lenalee's thoughts trailed off. That matter was finished. She felt the last brush leave her face and the final pin being secured snugly in her black tresses.

She opened her eyes slowly, savoring the moment.

Ruby lips moved upward in a smile.

It was a very different woman who walked out of the dressing room. In both actions and appearance. The loud click of the metallic high heels, the slinky runway strut and the smile.

Detaching himself from the wall outside the door, her shadow slid smoothly forward to join her, matching the change of pace with ease.

"Hey Allen," she had switched names as easily as her costume, had suddenly began calling him by his name and not that of his character.

The British actor looked up from the box he was helping the stagehands carry to the van and smiled sweetly back at her, "Yes…?"

The smile.

That was it.

That was what Kanda lusted after in the British boy. The innocent joy that a simple look could convey made the Japanese man dizzy, although he never showed it, was always coolly professional. It was never for him though. Those dazzling smiles were focused full power on Lenalee. Kanda imagined that some of them leaked past his employer and touched him. He doubted it though, considering that the other man's attentions were all focused on Lenalee.

Allen Walker put down his box. Apparently Lenalee was more important than a box of camera equipment to him. One could say, more important than his career, possibly.

Kanda doubted that Lenalee would reciprocate this gesture.

Sighing slightly, the Japanese man walked over with a gruff, "I'll take that," and inwardly relished the chance to brush his fingers against those of the British boy as the other lifted the box into his grasp. Inwardly though, because outwardly, Kanda scowled, his gaze apparently disapproving of Allen's neglect of the crucial piece of set equipment. Grunting under the weight, Kanda was off, taking Allen's metaphorical career with him.

He could hear her say it, as he had many a time, an innocent smiling, "Do you want to have dinner together? Someone suggested a nice Asian Fusion restaurant to me and I've been dying to try it out."

Even more faintly, he could hear the white haired actor agreeing eagerly and Kanda knew that Allen Walker was forever a lust.

The proclamations of love would come later.

He knew though, after years as Lenalee's companion, that those words would break easily and never really fill the hole left in the Chinese girl's heart after her brother's death.

The relationship had been long doomed before it even began.

Kanda Yu deposited the box in the van, and silently betted how long they would last. His eyes lingering on the white haired boy, gaze tinged with longing. He turned his head before the British actor could meet his dark eyes. He'd get over it.

Linking her arm through Allen's, Lenalee laughed lightly at a joke her white haired escort must have told and the couple strolled off. Kanda followed, but this time he trailed several yards behind until he was lost in the sea of pedestrians. He knew where they were going, so there was no need to make his own heart wrench any further.

The moment the two of them set foot on the pavement, Allen could see cameras flash. Those pictures would find their way onto the next edition of every tabloid magazine in the area.

Actress Lenalee Lee spotted stepping off her New York City set of 'Millennium' with costar Allen Walker.

Lenalee seemed to have also noticed their paparazzi entourage. She laughed and pulled him closer, making a light blush mantle Allen's cheeks. The British actor quickly composed himself and adopted a relaxed expression, turning towards the dazzling actress with a shy smile.

"Let's walk," Lenalee pulled him away from the town car with a smile.

Allen only nodded mutely in reply, not trusting himself to speak. The two of them proceeded through the evening air, walking smoothly past neon signs and gaping pedestrians.

He could hear the cameras click.

He smiled again.

The actress herself walked with a casual air, black boots prodding the pavement, dark curls swaying. She smiled at the young man next to her, but secretly wondered how long it would take for him too break her heart. They always did, not matter how hard she tried.

Oh well, no matter what happened, Kanda would always be with her.

Kanda would…

She suddenly noticed the lack of his comforting presence behind her. The Chinese actress faltered, confident steps losing their cadence. She forced herself not to turn and look for him and placed one booted foot down. Then another. There. She returned smoothly to her former pace as if nothing had happened. Gliding past a window, she could see him in the reflective glass, following.

Lenalee smiled.

The actress turned her attention to the white haired actor next to her just in time to catch a joke.

"Ugh, no, after I found out what most of the set food was made of, I could never feet hungry when looking at it."

"Well, at least you weren't the one who was halfway through a drumstick before a set designer ran out and told me there was glue in that thing."

She laughed.

He smiled.

One.

Two.

She stepped with a perfect pace.

Three.

They were there.

Kanda Yu's mood had blackened considerably on the trip of several blocks to the restaurant. Damn Asian Fusion restaurants, he seethed. No soba at all. When he had requested the meal, the waiter had looked at him like he couldn't believe that a man in a suit going to a high-end restaurant would ask to something so provincial. In the end, the Japanese man has to settle with ordering tea. He sipped the aforementioned beverage with his customary frown.

Kanda silently brooded and looked everywhere but table two.

Part One. End.

A/N: Review, please?

Oh and thanks to Nella333 for putting up with me bouncing plot ideas off her… I love you to death.