Disclaimer: I do NOT own D. Gray Man, or any of its respective characters. I merely worship the ground Katsura Hoshino walks on (okay okay…not LITERALLY, but you get the point right? Right. Moving on) Ahem. As stated, this is merely a FANfiction story.
Also. Please don't hate and/or flame me too badly for this as it's my FIRST ever fanfiction. Well, maybe not my first first, but the first I've ever actually gotten around to actually typing up and somewhat finishing.
It's only one chapter now, but there's going to be a definite second, possible third chapter for this one. I'll admit it starts out rather slow, but it's rated M for good reason as content in the next chapter or so will be as such.
And this is strictly a Kanda x Allen fanfiction…….btw. So Yaoi/Slash haters BEWARE!
On to the fanfic now shall we?
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Combatant Affections
A YuAllen Fanfic by Sketchy
Allen tossed fitfully in his sleep. Sweat beaded on his body as he fought off a nightmarish dreamscape that only he could see.
"Mana no!" The young exorcist bolted up suddenly, his breath shuddering from his lungs in full, quick gasps for air.
"Gah!" Allen's gasp hitched in his throat as a sharp pain rocked his skull, concentrating itself in his left eye socket; his cursed eye.
This had begun happening quite frequently as of lately. He'd been having these nightmares on an off ever since he could remember, but they still seemed to catch him completely off guard. He had been dreaming about the night Mana had cursed him, again. It was the same thing every time. Allen had lost count of just how many times he had relived that particular chain of events in his slumber. His eye continued to throb from the memory of it.
"Now I'll never get back to sleep." Allen said disappointedly, regaining his composure. He had no clue as to what particular hour it was, other than knowing offhand that it was extremely late. He stood up, throwing his blanket off of him and back onto the bed. He had initially fallen asleep in his general choice outfit, his black pants and white shirt, although he had discarded his red necktie on the bedside table earlier, and his shirt was now an untucked and wrinkled mess from his fretful sleeping.
Out of nowhere his stomach let out a terrible gurgling noise. Allen grimaced as his newfound hunger made itself known. Cursing the fact then that his parasitic anti-akuma weapon caused him to have an insatiable appetite, consuming more calories per day than he ever cared to count.
Allen sighed in defeat. "Oh well."
Turning to leave his room, he stopped short at the door to glance back, staring momentarily at the unusual painting that resided over his bed – an eerie depiction of a white clown carrying a coffin-shaped object on its back, wandering in a vortex-like background. It reminded him of his late guardian, and comforted him in some twisted way whenever he gazed upon it.
"…..Mana."
He made his way down to the kitchen then. Not a single soul in the entirety of the Black Order was awake at this hour, thusly having the entire facility to himself. Making himself busy then, he frantically searched for anything leftover he could munch on until breakfast. Jerry, the overly-cheerful fruit of a cook would not be up for hours, and his search ended rather miserably with a pot of lukewarm coffee and a granola bar – neither of which seemed very appeasing to Allen at that moment. He lifted the ceramic coffee cup containing the sin black liquid to his lips.
"Pfft. Ack!" Allen cringed, choking on the dark fluid, and thusly spitting the rest of it out, setting the cup of java harshly back down on the table, inching stealthily away from it.
"Honestly! How can Komui and the others STAND this stuff?" Allen continued to fume for a moment longer. He downed the granola bar, still unsatisfying then to his overall hunger spell, and left the kitchen, opting to get lost or something in the expanse of the Black Order's facilities so he could waste his time somewhat wisely.
After meandering about for what seemed like an eternity, he was just about to give up and go back to bed when he passed by the training level rooms, and heard a series of loud metallic clanging noises resounding off of the stone walls inside.
"Great." Allen vented again now that his night was officially ruined. Those sounds could only belong to one sole object – Mugen – which could only mean –
"Kanda." The young exorcist growled low in his throat. What was that bastard doing up at this hour anyway, he wondered. Still though, the opportunity had just presented itself to him to blow off some steam. He stepped inside quietly, so as not to be noticed.
Sure enough, there stood Kanda, just inside the grounds of the training room. He didn't seem to have noticed Allen right away, so Allen quickly hid behind one of the large stone pillars, a wicked grin very similar to his poker face spread itself evily across his young features. Allen decided it was time to have a little fun with his mal-tempered comrade.
"This'll get his goose sure enough." Allen mused to himself, stifling a laugh from his amusement at this new source of entertainment for the time being. He turned his head, peering over the side of the pillar to watch for his opportunity.
Kanda was in his usual battle stance, holding Mugen out in front of him; his eyes were closed as if he were meditating, focused, yet serene still. His eyes flashed open quickly and he began slashing through the air gracefully, almost too quick for Allen's vision to keep up with him.
"Whoa." Allen thought. "He's fast."
Allen watched Kanda closely, paying close attention to his every detail. Kanda's hair was held up in his usual choice of ponytail, which flowed with his body as he continued to move swiftly through the facility, following the countours of his torso as he dodged from left to right, almost like a dance more so than anything. Allen was momentarily mesmerized by this as he continued to stare Kanda's moving form down, looking for an opening of some sort.
Kanda was wearing only his black exorcist uniform pants, along with his boots, and Allen took notice that his coat lay not too far away from him at the entrance, neatly folded and laying next to Mugen's empty sheath, which was propped up against the wall next to the coat.
Allen had also taken a quick notice to the fact that Kanda was wearing a series of gauze wrappings around his abdomen, the only thing remotely covering his upper body now.
"Must he always wear those?" Allen wondered. Kanda always wore gauze bandaging. Allen wasn't sure what point this served himself, but the fact still stood that Kanda wasn't even injured, so he didn't really need them in his opinion. They did outline his body very nicely though, or so Allen thought, adding a nice touch to his warrior persona.
Allen watched as beads of perspiration formed themselves on Kanda's brow, following their trail as they coasted smoothly and slowly down his cheek, tracing minutely over the outline of his collarbone, falling neatly over his chest, only to be absorbed by the gauze.
He blinked fiercely at this, then shook his head.
"Well that's a rather unwanted distraction." He frowned to himself.
Allen then glanced over as Kanda swung around then, leaping up into the air soundlessly, using the wall as his initial leverage to get himself off of the ground. He was heading RIGHT in Allen's direction too.
He smiled sinisterly then, extending his arm to form the larger-than-life white anti-akuma weapon.
"Chance!" he snickered as Kanda came down, Mugen now raised above his head with both arms, leaving him completely open as he descended. Allen couldn't have asked for better timing than this.
Still hidden in shadow, he waited until right as Kanda was a mere six to seven feet from the ground, then swiftly stepped out from behind his pillar hiding spot. He reached out his anti-akuma arm, palm open, catching Kanda square in it as if the exorcist was nothing more than a beanbag.
Kanda flopped unceremoniously from the sudden stop in his graceful fall, the wind briefly being knocked from him as his momentum had just come to a grinding halt. His arms now hung limply over the edge of Allen's arm's fingers, still holding Mugen loosely.
"Ace!" Allen snorted as he watched Kanda as he recovered, still completely mind-boggled as to what had just happened.
It took a minute for the baffled exorcist to completely recover his senses. Recognizing immediately just WHAT was holding him, Kanda grew enraged, turning around quickly to face Allen, a vicious and almost demonic look replaced his normally stoic yet smooth features.
"Y-You……..BEANSPROUT!" Kanda snarled angrily, his face turning several shades darker from rage. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Allen burst out laughing then, leaning against the stone pillar now to support himself to he wouldn't topple over form laughing so hard.
"This is NOT funny! Put me down NOW!" Kanda demanded.
"Hahaha….took you long enough there Kanda. I've been waiting for over five whole minutes. Your senses are a bit rusty tonight aren't they?" Allen giggled.
"What? Don't you DARE mock me!" Kanda threatened, angrily pointing at Allen as he wriggled trying to free himself. Allen's grip on him only tightened, enraging him all the more.
"Aww…upset are we Kanda?" The young exorcist babied back at the enraged swordmaster.
"No. I'm severely pissed! Unhand me this INSTANT!" Kanda continued to thrash about.
"Feh. Not with that kind of attitude I won't." Allen teased back. "Say please."
"I will NOT!" Kanda fumed, glaring directly at the boy.
"Guess YOU aren't going anywhere then aren't ya?" Allen cooed.
"Unlikely. But, you're forgetting ONE little thing there Beansprout." A bored look dressed Kanda's face now and he rapped his fingers across the top of the akuma weapon's index finger.
"Oh yah?"
"Yes. Two can play at this game." Kanda answered smoothly, followed by him jabbing the tip of Mugen's blade into the same index finger to prove his point.
"Yeow!" Allen howled, turning his arm back to normal, dropping Kanda in the process. He nursed it gingerly, recoiling from the sharp pain.
"You are such a baby." Kanda snorted, dusting himself off and heading toward the doorway.
"And you're just an overzealous tight-ass who really needs to learn to lighten up a little!" Allen retorted.
"Hmph. Petty words as always boy. I am an honourable swordsman, and I take myself and what I do VERY seriously. YOU should learn to show some respect not only for your superiors, but towards the art of the sword! You do NOT disturb a MAN while he is training. GOT IT?!" Kanda spat sourly back at Allen before turning his back on the boy again. "Besides." He continued as he walked further away from Allen. "I could have severely injured you Idiot, or perhaps even worse. Did you even take that into consideration?" Kanda finished his words curtly.
Allen faced towards Kanda's backside, standing at his full height, his vision boring straight through the other man's backside.
"I'm a LOT smarter than you care to give me credit for Kanda. Besides, had you REALLY been concentrating half as well as you say you were, YOU should have been able to sense me beforehand, and successfully dodge me." Allen scoffed. "On top of that, you talk big, but I really don't think you have it in you to do any true damage to me, or anyone of your fellow comrades, Kanda."
Kanda stopped immediately, rounding to face back at Allen, a look of bitter hatred on his face as he stared straight through him.
"YOU, are no comrade. YOU, are an annoyance! Nothing more!" Kanda growled, moving to prove his point further as he glided in one swift motion to where Allen stood, holding Mugen a mere centimeter from the tip of Allen's nose.
"I have NO qualms about doing you any harm, you insolent BRAT!" Kanda tapped the side of Allen's cheek with the back of Mugen's blade, sliding the tip then across the boy's cheek bone smoothly, leaving a fine trail of crimson in its wake.
Allen reacted swiftly by extending his akuma arm around Kanda's back, drumming its fingers slowly along the older man's entire backside, resting those same fingers around his head and shoulders afterwards, causing the dark-haired exorcist to scowl even further than before.
"Nor do I to you then, Kanda." Allen said flatly, clearly serious now. He reached the thumb of his arm around to the front of Kanda's neck, tracing his jaw line softly. Allen paused momentarily as the fingertip passed over Kanda's jugular, which sent a brief chill through the other man's body.
"Back your meaningless words with action then." Kanda scolded.
"Gladly." Said Allen in return as he released Kanda from his hold, stepping back to take a more defensive stance.
"Don't take me lightly Beansprout, I will NOT hesitate to maim or even KILL you, if that's what it takes to make myself clear to you." Kanda replied curtly, stepping back as well into an attack stance; his right arm holding Mugen behind him while his left arm guarded from the front, his legs planted firmly past shoulder width apart to sustain his balance evenly for his attack.
"You and I both know that neither of us can really just kill the other, when it comes down to it. We're both exorcists." Allen said matter-of-factly.
"As I have said before, I will NOT hesitate." Kanda replied flatly, unmoving.
"Shall we then?" Allen stated, moving his left arm outward to the side, prepared to use it both offensively as well as defensively, guarding his inner defenses by turning his right side away from Kanda.
"Of course." Said Kanda as he lunged forward.
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Well, that's chapter one so far. But it's like…..reeeeaallly super early in the morning, and I have to work so I'll catch you guys later.
I hope you enjoyed, and I can guarantee this will only get juicier as the next chapter unfolds. I just won't have it up until probably later on this week.
Stay tuned folks! And critiques are greatly appreciated as this is my first fanfic and all!
Sketchy