A/N: THREE DAYS YO. I haven't been able to upload ANYTHING for THREE DAYS. I finally write three chapters (one for this, Frozen Child and a FictionPress chapter) and I couldn't upload them. You have any idea how pissed I was? HJDBIASYVDFASXTOA!!! That's how.
--Okay then... with that out of the way, here is the second chapter for my DGM fanfic. I've read up to chapter 135 in the manga, so I'm definately learning personalities... but I'm still envoking (in?voking) my poetic license. =P Please review, I'd like to hear what you think!

Submit to Me – Part 2

Akira and Kanda held each other's eyes for a moment before her eyes closed and her body slumped to the rocky ground. Kanda figured her adrenalin rush finally went away, making her pass out. No matter.

He returned Mugen to its sheath and picked the woman's body up in his arms. He tossed her body around so he could position her on his back, more or less in a piggy-back style. One phase of the submission challenge was completed, him obviously being the victor. With a mischievous smirk on his face, he turned around and headed back in the direction of the Black Order.

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Allen was in a tree. Why Allen was in a tree, no one knew. Lavi looked up in puzzlement, sucking mindlessly on a lollypop. He blinked his eye and contemplated climbing up to visit the white-haired exorcist. But he didn't want to scare the little guy. Allen had no idea he was down there, and Lavi was being uncharacteristically quiet for his own good even. He shrugged and heaved himself up into the tree.

"What'cha looking for up here?"

Allen jumped and nearly lost his balance. His heart beat furiously at the unexpected startle and he held onto the branch with both arms and legs for dear life.

"Bloody hell, Lavi! Don't scare me like that!"

The red head situated himself on a sturdy branch just below his friend. He sucked on his lollypop a little more until Allen was once again situated himself. Lavi poked Allen's leg, making the boy twitch it.

"Whatcha looking for?" he asked again. Allen pushed his hand away with his leg and pulled it up.

"Kanda hasn't come back yet," he said, his eyes scanning the road and forest they attempted to follow him through. "I'm getting worried."

Lavi almost lost his own balance. "You're worried for him?" he asked. "Wow, I never thought I'd live to hear the day when someone says they're worried for that prick." He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye and relaxed against the tree. "Chill, Brit. He's fine. I mean, he did come back from the dead, so I'm sure he'll come back from whatever he's doing."

Allen knew the red head was right; Kanda was the best fighter of them. But despite the assumption they always made about their Japanese comrade, his gut told him something was different. Maybe he wouldn't come back this time? He didn't know, and Allen didn't particularly like that feeling.

The young Exorcist kept his eyes open and towards the path to the Order. Several more minutes went by and even Lavi began looking. They had almost given up near three in the morning. As they climbed down the tree, Lavi spotted a moving figure in the woods. Allen's attention went to said figure and sure enough it was Kanda… with a body on his back.

"Bloody hell, Lavi, he killed her." Both Exorcists jumped down to the ground and rushed to meet the Japanese teen. He acted in his norm; silent, fuming, emanating seething hate – the usual. As the other two came running up to him, he just ignored them as he usually did and continued walking towards the Gate.

"Hold it right there, Kanda Yuu," the Keeper said. "What have you there?"

Kanda was in no mood for games. He glared at the Keeper and growled. "Open the fucking gate."

"Err… yes, I mean, no, I mean… don't hurt me!" The Keeper opened the gate for the Exorcist, allowing Kanda passage into the Order. Kanda walked on, both Allen and Lavi standing in his wake, wondering what the hell had happened.

The Japanese teen ignored all of the points, stares and whispers from all the people in the Order as he made his way through the halls and corridors up to the higher levels of the tower. His room was a good hike up the spiraling staircase, but it was never a challenged for him. Once he reached the twenty-first level he went down several hallways. When he made a turn into the hallway where the door to his room was, he stopped.

Lenalee stood in the center of the hallway just outside of his room. She turned when she heard someone come up and her eyes connected with Kanda's and then went to the girl on his back before back to him with a look of shock. Kanda huffed and looked away for a moment. He walked up to his room and opened the door.

"She's fine," he said before closing the door on her. Linalee just looked at the door for a moment before smiling and walking away.

Kanda placed Akira's body down on his bed and pushed her towards the wall so he had room to sit on the edge. It was a single mattress, nowhere near large enough to fit two bodies in comfortably without one directly on top of the other. Kanda paid her no mind as he undid the silver clasps of his boots and kicked them off. He sat there for a moment, thinking about the previous fight. Something seemed off; he couldn't figure it out.

Sighing, he stood and removed Mugen from his belt and placed it on a shelf on the opposite wall. He took off his coat and tossed it on a nearby lounge chair in desperate need for upholstery and walked into the bathroom. He peeled away his shirt and undershirt and tossed them into a corner to be dealt with later. In the sink he washed himself the best he could. Not particularly feeling like an actual bath or shower. Once he felt clean enough, he grabbed some clean towels and some bandages and returned to the main room of his small apartment.

Having spent nearly twenty minutes in the bathroom, he was mildly surprised to see that Akira was still unconscious. When he thought about the extent of her wounds it made sense why she hadn't awakened yet. She didn't have his ability to heal quickly, and he concluded that when he noticed one of her wounds continued to slowly ooze blood, staining the remaining part of her torso wrap near the shoulder where he had cut her.

Kanda went over to a small fireplace and pulled the basin from the storage area beneath the fire chamber. He filled it, leaving about three inches from the brim and put two of the four towels into the water and the entire thing to hang above the fire itself to heat. He would have to dig around his room to find the medical kit they come equipped with. Because of his healing ability, he never saw a reason for it and merely tossed it off to the side.

Once the water was hot enough, he pulled it from the fire and went over to Akira's side. He pulled up the chair and wet one of the towels and wrung it out. Gently peeling away the wrap she had, he revealed the wound he made, grimacing ever so slightly at his own damage. She lost a lot of blood; most of it was soaked up by her clothes. He pulled the entire piece of cloth from her body, ignoring her bare upper body, and focused on cleaning away the wound she had with the towel. It took some time, but it was better than it was before. Now that it was clean, the idea of damage wasn't as bad as he originally thought. The gash wasn't so deep as to be fatal, but she still lost a fair amount of blood.

He then remembered what it was that he did with the med kit. He went down on his knees and reached under his bed, feeling around. Touching cold metal, he gripped the box and pulled it out and set it up next to Akira's body. When he returned to his chair and pulled it closer, he noticed that her eyes were open and was staring right at him. He made no change in his expression, he just merely stared back for a moment before he opened the med box and rummaged around in it. He pulled out a tube of antiseptic cream and applied some to a small square cloth. Still ignoring the fact that Akira was still staring at him, he applied the cloth to a section of her wound, making her hiss in pain.

"I'm still waiting for an apology," she said, leaning back against the pillow. Kanda stopped what he was doing and glared.

"An apology for what, exactly?" he retorted. "If I remember correctly, you submitted. There is no apology."

"You left and never came back. You owe me a fucking apology for that."

He spread some more of the antiseptic on another piece of cloth at put it to the second section of her wound. She hissed again, but it was less than the first time. She closed her eyes and took a few breaths, trying to calm down. Kanda went back to his typical façade, pushing her onto her side and raising her arm up so he could bandage it. Once that was done, he put the kit away back under his bed and rummaged around his small closet and procured a clean shirt for her to put on, seeing as her previous clothing was bloodstained.

She put it on without a word and laid back down on the bed, curling up into a ball. Kanda stood at the foot of the bed, watching her, wondering what was going through her mind. His was buzzing with what she had said. He did go away, and he distinctly remembered saying to her that he would never leave her. But that was a long time ago, a time he had come to learn to forget. Nothing else mattered now except for his missions.

"I'm still waiting," she said, bringing his mind back to the present.

"That was a long time ago," he said. "And I did return, only to find you gone and the village in shambles. Don't start with me. You're a completely different person now. I'm different; I have a duty now and I'll be damned if I'm going to let something as trivial as this get in the way."

He noticed her body tensed as he spoke. He didn't care. What he said was true. After he found his home the way it was, his Master found him and took him away from Edo. Shortly after, the entire place was overrun with akuma. There would have been no hope for him if he had stayed. He received his anti-akuma weapon, mastered it, and joined the Order as an Exorcist to fight against the creatures that destroyed his home and his family.

It got harder and harder for him. Soon, he forgot about his family, he forgot about the real reason why he fought against the akuma, and the Earl… and recently against the Noahs. Of all the times for an old wager to come sprawl itself at his doorstep, now was the most horrid time for it. The Black Order was on the brink of an outright war with their enemy, and something from his past showed up right smack in the middle of it.

He sighed and dropped his head. "You know very well what the last part consists of," he said. "You are too wounded for me to even attempt it, and I'm not quite in the mood to even consider it right now. You don't leave this room. Don't even think about escaping through the window… they don't open. I'll get you some food."

Kanda left her in the room and locked the door on his way out. Akira, feeling almost pathetic for the events that just took place, sat up in the bed and looked at the door. She dropped her head down and stared at the intricate design on her arm and hand. Turning her hand over she looked at her palm. In the center of her palm, barely visible to the naked eye, was a thin design that was exactly the same as the symbol that adorned Kanda's shoulder. She felt it tingle when he was tending to her wounds.

Kanda, leaning against the door outside, held his own hand to his shoulder. It was also tingling, but he pushed it aside, not knowing exactly what caused it. He made his way down the stairs and towards the cafeteria.