Disclaimer: I don't own D.Gray-man. All characters and anything else I've taken from DGM belong to Katsura Hoshino

Disclaimer #2: I also do not own "Running Blood" by mayunleashed.

Warnings: This is a sequel I wrote in response to the challenge!fic, "Running Blood" by mayunleashed . If you wish to read said challenge!fic, follow this link:

http (colon-double-slash) community (dot) livejournal (dot) com (slash) dgrayman (slash) 137015 (dot) html

(Apologies. Fanfiction won't let me actually paste a link...either that, or I'm just too new at this. :P)

But be forewarned. The original fic is graphic. If you would like to read my story without having to read the original here is a very brief summary: Tyki captures Kanda after injuring him in battle and using the poison from the Tease, not only rapes Kanda, but makes Kanda submissive...makes Kanda want it. Allen and Lavi find Kanda after the fact and although it's obvious to both of them that Tyki had captured Kanda, neither of them know exactly what happened to him.

My story picks up from there.

Enjoy.

The trip back to headquarters was becoming hell for Kanda. While the first few days of the journey back had been uneventful, he had started to notice slight changes around the fourth day of their journey. Allen had been his usual talkative, chipper and annoying self, and although Lavi was uncharacteristically quiet, even now, Kanda didn't bother himself with it.

Slowly, however, things started to change. Every time Allen or Lavi tried to reach out for him, he would instinctively pull away, sending his usual glare as a deterrent. He just didn't want them touching him. But every time this happened, Allen and Lavi would exchange a look that always made Kanda want to punch them in the face, hard. When it was his turn to go out on patrol, Allen would start voicing his concerns about how he should go along with Kanda.

"As if I can't handle it myself."

Lavi would just wave Allen's worries aside, forcing a smile on his face—and this time, those forced smiles were obviously forced, not the half-fake smiles, the ones that Kanda could never tell if they were real or not. To top it all off, Kanda had noticed the way Allen would pull Lavi aside—or visa versa—to discuss who-knows-what, out of Kanda's range of hearing. Being indifferent to what others had to say, Kanda never paid much attention to these little conversations. At least, not at first. But these little conversations were starting to become more frequent, and after every one, Allen seemed to be getting more and more obsessed with his well-being. The stupid bean sprout wouldn't stop fretting over him. Allen would worry and complain if he left Allen's sight for more than a few minutes at a time and would freak out if he was gone for more than five minutes. To top it off, Allen kept insisting they stop whenever it got dark, saying they needed the rest. So instead of being back at the Order and already assigned to another mission-one that did NOT include that stupid bean sprout OR that dumb rabbit-they were still only half of the way there. It was grating on his nerves and at the rate things were going, he just knew that it would only be by some miracle that Allen would make it back to the Order in one piece.

But what was more unsettling than Allen's mother-hen complex and constant whining was Lavi's silence. True, Lavi had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since Kanda had joined up with them again, but he had just ignored it. Lavi had his moments when that stupid happy-go-lucky façade would fall…but they were becoming more frequent. And it was during those times that Kanda had to remind himself that the person he was looking at was Lavi. It was becoming more and more apparent…and more and more unnerving. The knowing glances Kanda would catch when he would jerk away from Allen's touch…from anyone's touch. The way Lavi would just stare at him when he thought Kanda wasn't looking. The strategically-placed one- or two-word phrases Lavi would utter that would immediately change the topic of the conversation away from the one thing Kanda didn't want to discuss.

He growled under his breath.

It angered him. No, it infuriated him. He didn't want that stupid bean sprout worrying and whining about his well-being. He didn't want sympathy, least of all from that dumb rabbit. He hadn't asked for anyone's help before, so he damn-well wasn't going to start asking for it now.

But most of all, he didn't want anyone knowing. Knowing what had happened in that dark hotel room. Knowing what that Noah had done to him, what that Noah had made him do. Knowing how easily he had broken. Knowing that even while he hated that Noah for everything that happened, he hated himself even more…for even though he hated every action he had made, every sound that passed through his lips, he had never felt more alive, had never felt such feelings course through him in his life.

It excited him.

...and yet at the same time…

...it frightened him…

Even now, the mere thought of the events that took place over a week ago caused so many emotions to flare up inside of him…

—fear, want, anger, need, helplessness, lust, rage—

Pain suddenly spiked up his right arm, most of the pain focused on his fist. Doing his best to control his breathing, Kanda pulled his fist away from the brick wall he had just brutally punched, ignoring the blood dripping off his knuckles and the stares he was receiving from the locals passing by him. He regained composure before turning and heading back to the hotel they were currently staying in, refusing to acknowledge the worried and frightened glances being thrown his direction.