Chapter 10: end it now.

The silence that filled the car was fit for a funeral. The engine was the only noise though Allen could not believe that Kanda wasn't able to hear the thumping of his heart as he sat rigidly on the edge of his seat. He was poised and ready for flight wishing against all hope that he was somewhere else, someone else in some other situation, and not feeling like a canary in a coal mine digging further and further. The drive seemed to last forever, and yet not long enough, the school, like a dark grey shadow loomed around the corner, bearing over them.

"I'm sorry." Allen whispered to his clenched hands.

"Don't." Kanda replied, not looking at him but focusing on staying on the road as they turned into the car park, "just don't say those words."

He sounded like he was pleading.

Allen couldn't look at him and once the car stopped the silence ate through them like a plague and they trudged to the school with their heads down. Oh how Allen wanted to hold his hands. It was such a simple thing to do; reach out and grab it and yet as he watched Kanda's swing back and forth it couldn't seem further away. They went straight to the principal's office, knowing that man would be waiting for them.

Upon reaching the door they finally looked at each other and Kanda turned the handle. Allen tapped Kanda's hand.

Leverrier looked up from his papers as though he was surprised to see them there, but smirked as Kanda held the door open for Allen and they slumped inside like children caught putting gum beneath their desks.

"good morning gentlemen," how could he sound cheerful like that, Allen looked him in the eye before concentrating on stepping on solid ground, "take a seat."

He pointed to three very uncomfortable looking chairs and Allen sat in the centre one, that way Kanda would have no choice but to sit next to him. And he needed that, just warm air that surrounded Kanda was enough to stop him from vomiting. How could he be so nervous? He had brought this upon himself, he had known this would happen, both he and Kanda knew the consequences. But how had Leverrier found out?

"So?" Leverrier leaned forward, finally looking up from many sheets of paper spread across his desk in an orderly fashion. He peered at them, test tube specimens they were; "I doubt we need to introduce the problem at hand. You're both very aware of what you have done. All I want to know is if you have anything to say in defence?" he finished, spreading his hands out in an opening manner.

"I was tutoring him for English." Kanda lied straight to the face of the devil, burning his tongue.

Leverrier's eyebrows did a strange dance which would have proved interesting had Allen managed to look up from his lap. "Is that so? I see no reason why the library is so inadequate for such an activity."

"Walker is easily distracted."

"And I suppose he would be far less distracted at your home?" he challenged, leaning forward once more. It was a tennis match and things were beginning to get interesting.

Kanda narrowed his eyes and at first seemed to be at a loss for words; "... naturally." He finally replied.

"Your neighbour seems to believe that Walker does not leave your home until he leaves for school the next day." He sneered in an air of victory.

"The neighbour is not watching me twenty-four-seven." Kanda scowled.

"Surely Walker needed not visit you every afternoon." Pleasantries slipped as voices began to raise.

"There is no evidence to support these theories!"

"I'd developed a psychiatric trust in Mr. Kanda." The calm voice seemed so much louder than the arguing voices of the older men that they both looked to Allen who was now staring hard at his principal. Leverrier began to feel uncomfortable with the piercing grey eyes and shifted his position on his chair.

"That is not to be discouraged, however I'm sure you are more than well aware that this school provides a student psychologist, and it was in fact your duty to refer him, Mr. Kanda. This still does not excuse your frequent visits." He hissed. "The time spent together is not considered normal for a student and teacher relationship. Do you understand the positions you have put yourselves in"

Allen scowled and looked away again, returning to his mumbling state; "I was having issues at home."

"Yes well, that is not really any of Mr. Kanda's concern. But speaking of which I have taken the liberty of contacting your guardian, Marian Cross, and he will be here shortly to take you home-"

Allen's head snapped up at the same time that Kanda yelled; "what?!" pushing himself off of the chair and gripping the sides. Was this man blind!? Could he not see that Allen had bruises and scratches marring his features, that there was obviously something horrifically wrong with this situation? How could one man be so stupid?

"Calm yourself Yu Kanda! Allen is clearly in need of sleep and to clean himself up, he is no longer required here. Mr. Walker you may leave, we will inform you of your punishment."

Allen took a moment, not looking at Kanda as he knew the older man was staring at him with a slightly open mouth. Calming his nerves to a complete stand still and feigning insensitivity he stood to leave. The mask dropped, however, the moment Kanda's warm hand gripped his wrist slightly and he turned in surprise to see Kanda glaring the fiercest glare he had ever witnessed Leverrier.

"No."

Allen felt a harsh tug pulling him back into his seat; he continued to watch Kanda choosing to depend on Kanda's decisions.

Leverrier blinked at the obvious defiance; "I beg your pardon?"

"Walker is not going anywhere. This does concern him, and I am not letting him leave." Kanda growled.

"I wasn't aware you had any authority over Mr. Walker's actions at all, nor over my decision. He is obviously tired and needs rest. Now Mister Walker, please leave."

"sit."

Allen froze up completely lost and feeling incredibly small. People were discussing his life, telling him what to do, pushing him around. Who was he to trust? How could he trust anyone? He looked at Kanda, pleading him with his eyes, but the Japanese man only glanced at him before glaring once again at Leverrier. He felt so foolish.

"Do not undermine my authority" Leverrier towered over Kanda; "Walker's guardian is waiting for him, it is time for him to leave!" he shifted his hostility onto Allen; "Leave. Allen Walker."

He nodded and tugged his hand free from Kanda's violent restraint, leaving the two men to their banter. He paused at the door, about to look over his shoulder, but then he changed his mind and left, the door clunking closed like the chop of a guillotine in the silence.

Kanda turned back to glare at Leverrier.

"now-"

Leverrier began to talk but was interrupted as Kanda's chair toppled over from the force of him standing up. He had let him leave once; he wasn't letting it happen again. Not this time, not now that he knew what was going to happen. What he wouldn't let happen.

"Mr. Kanda what do you think you're doing." Leverrier was also standing now.

He only paused, not even twisting his head in the slightest, "what do you think I'm doing?"

"Sit down! If you leave this room your career is gone." Leverrier gave a sigh, smirking as Kanda stopped with his hand crushing the door handle, door half open. "If you follow them the police will have to be involved. Would you like the incrimination of paedophilia on your record hmmm?"

It looked like Kanda would give in, for a split second the door seemed to be closing. Realisation seemed to dawn on Kanda, that what he was doing was wrong, that he was not meant to take any part in Allen's life, that perhaps Allen didn't want any of this. He was after all 23 years old, six years older than Allen, maybe the kid just didn't know how to react.

But it was only a split second, and the door was swung open Kanda slipping through its mouth; "call the fucking cops then." And he was gone.

To hell Allen didn't know what he was doing. And Kanda was already a part of his life, there was no changing that. And Kanda knew that right now Allen needed him, he was willing to bet his job on it.

He burst out the administration doors looking left and right agitatedly, jumping into a run as he saw a car leaving the car park. For the first time ever he regretted having such an old car as he was fumbling with his keys to manually unlock it.

"Dammit" he cursed, demanding his body calm down. Wrenching the door open he slipped into the seat and turned the car on, closing the door only after he had begun to reverse. He didn't bother with a seat belt. The car surged forward, screaming in protest as he turned the tight bends in third gear, nearly losing his bonnet as he exited the car park. He drove as fast as he could, his mind never thinking about the road ahead of him. He didn't realise the distance to his student's house was so far from the school. He couldn't get there fast enough and he was working up a sweat as though he were running, not driving.

Cross glanced behind him as he heard the car pulled into his driveway, feeling Allen twist in his grip to see as well.

"Kanda" he gasped before Cross was ripping at his elbow again, dragging him towards the house, but now he was putting up more of a fight, pulling back for Kanda.

There was the sound of a car door slamming shut followed by hurried footsteps but Cross didn't stop until he heard the man yelling at him.

"Oi! Let him go!"

He turned around at the demand, a dull look on his face, bored with all these people. Allen was tripping over his own feet as he was still being wrenched around by his elbow.

"Who the hell are you."

"None of your fucking business." They were nearly nose to nose now, trying to stare each other down with heated death glares, Allen right in the middle of them.

"Then you have no business with the brat now piss off." Cross broke the eye contact and tried to wave Kanda away.

Kanda reached out and clenched Crosses waving hand, "I said let him go." He growled.

Cross looked at the fist holding his gloved hand and followed the limb til he was once again looking into Kanda's stony eyes. "who the fuck do you think you are?!" he yelled, ripping his arm from Kanda's grip. Kanda didn't fail to notice that Cross was still holding Allen in an odd position.

"I know about all the shit you've been putting this kid through and it stops now. The police are on their way, now let him go." Kanda ground out, trying to retain some composure.

"Get the fuck off my property." And with that Cross swept away, dragging a stumbling Allen by the elbow to the front door.

Kanda followed after him still calling for him to let Allen go; "I said let him go arsehole"

"Fuck off." Cross drawled not even looking over his shoulder, the red haired man had almost reached the doorstep when Kanda clawed his shoulder and forced him to turn around. Before the man could register what was happening, before he had even completed the turn Kanda pulled his fist back hard and fast and let his fist fly like a stone from a slingshot. He punched Cross square in the nose.

There was a definite crunch and the blood flow was immediate, splurting onto Kanda's aching knuckles. Upon impact Cross had let go of Allen in shock, falling backwards onto the wall. He held a hand to his nose; "you little bitch!"

But Kanda could not continue his attacks as firm hands grasped his shoulders and pushed his head down, he was forced to his knees as some unknown force drew his arms back, a cold clink echoing in his ears as the distinct feel of metal rubbed against his wrists. He was hauled to his feet and dragged over to the police car.

"You are under arrest for violence, violation of private property and suspected paedophilia. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say now may be held against you." A policeman practically yelled in his ear as he slammed Kanda against the icy metal of the cop car, while another opened the door. Twisting his head around Kanda looked back up to see Allen trying to pull away from Cross' vice grip on his arm. He felt ultimately proud when Allen kicked his foster father in the stomach, making the man double over.

They were trying to force Kanda into the back of the car but he pressed his foot against the door and locking his knee, stopped them from doing so.

"Beansprout!" he called out, muffled by the cops aggressive pushes; "fuck! Allen! Tell them the truth!" he screamed, grabbing the attention of the white haired boy before he was slammed in the back seat. Allen looked up like a deer in headlights as Kanda stared at him through the window, urging him, begging him to tell them what Cross had done.

In his distraction Cross had swaggered up and grabbed Allen by the arm again, dragging him back to the house. But Allen twisted away, pulling his arm away and swinging a fist at his cheek instead, followed by a swift kick to the crotch. He ran away from the groaning man and started thumping on the car windows, screaming at the cops.

"stop!" he screamed as tried to open Kanda's door, in which he succeeded until a cop pulled him away in a headlock, "stop! You've got the wrong guy! He's my teacher! Let him go! Let. Me go!" he cried as he freed himself and ran forward once again to Kanda's door, managing to pull it open.

"Kanda! Move over!" He ordered, pushing Kanda across the seat and jumping in the car, slamming the door shut in the policeman's face, "arrest him!" he cried pointing at the wounded Cross, "he's been abusing me for years, where do you think I got these bruises from?!" he pointed to his face and the two policemen looked at each other and with a shrug of their shoulders they went over to the groaning man. Much to Allen and Kanda's annoyance, they spoke to him for a bit and then gently hauled him to his feet and to the back of the cab. Allen and Kanda shared a concerned look as Cross was gingerly placed in the back seat with them. Kanda was the only one that remained hand cuffed.

epilogue

Allen paced up and down outside the court room. He had given his testimonies and for the first time ever, publically described the injustices inflicted upon him. Not all were directly by Cross but by his conduct and the situations he had put Allen through. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted having to reveal more factors than he had dared confide in Kanda before. Daresay he expected Kanda would have a mouthful to say when he got out. If he got out. He paced anxiously waiting for the court's decision. What would happen to him, to Kanda and to Cross. He was so scared he was sick to his stomach.

Suddenly the court room doors heaved open with a groan and Cross was marched out, hand cuffed and cursing, by policemen. That was a good sign. He turned to see Allen and gave him a pointed look, a warning, making Allen nervous as he swallowed a lump in his throat.

The next procession seemed to take forever to leave the court room and Allen found his stomach twisting into an icy knot as he saw Kanda, also handcuffed, being marched out by two officers. He surged forward, calling his teacher's name, turning Kanda's head in reaction. The police officers paused and allowed Allen to hug Kanda around the middle.

"What's happening? Why are they taking you away?! You're innocent we know you're innocent!" he yelled, as though he were accusing Kanda of his own arrest and condemnation.

"Chill sprout. It's just for two months." He sighed.

Allen looked up confused, "but why?"

"Trespassing." Kanda shrugged, and then he leaned down to whisper into Allen's ear, rosing is cheeks; "my keys are still in the car. See you in two months sprout." Discreetly grazing his lips against Allen's warm cheek as he pulled away.

Allen stood stock still as he watched them cart Kanda away, "good luck with your exams!" Kanda called out. As though nothing really mattered.

The end.

A/N the end. As in the very end. What an epic journey. If you are disappointed fear not in two months I will add something a little extra.... im actually tossing up writing a sequel. (cause I has a plot) but if I did it wouldn't be for a while. Sorry that Allen was a little ooc at times, he had like schizophrenia or somethin'. But yeah thankyou everyone for all your support, making this so far my most successful fic, now I want all of you to shift your eyes to TALKBACK! Not advertising myself or anything :[ --tugs collar—kidding anyway. If you can tell me where the last line is quoted from I will find something nice for you. Probs just for first in best dressed though.

I really hope you guys did enjoy this, if you didn't please don't flame me, it is the final chapter so I can't really fix things in 'later chapters' which don't exist. But I haven't actually had ANY flames for this fic (touch wood) so for that I am really proud and happy.

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