A/N: Allen here is an accommodator since he was found, and he hasn't been able to control his Innocence, yesh, all the way till he was fifteen. But I didn't really fill the gap from the part Mana died, I'm not sure whether I'll even make Mana exist. ^^;; So forgive me if the setting and characterization is a little confusing.

Extra note: Thoughts are in Italic, and I have a weird habit of not using first person terms in thoughts, so, if it's confusing, tell me and I'll try amending that odd habit of mine. I refrain from using the "_____'s POV" thing. It annoys me. But not all Italics are thoughts though! Some are just normal lines in Italic for emphasis. If the words sound too ego or OOC for the character, it's most probably emphasis, not thought.

Warning: This is a Yullen fic, I'm sure you know that, and if you're here looking for lemons or sth, HAH! You'll be terribly disappointed. There will definitely be an overload of sugar and fluff, but that's all. The most you'll see is an increase in weight on the weighing scale! ^^

Disclaimer: Yeshhh~This place is called Fanfiction for a reason. These characters do not belong to me and never will. They belong to Katsura Hoshino.

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"Che" Kanda was about to turn away from the pile of debris when a small sea of white peeking out from somewhere under those debris caught his eye.

Striding over with what only the blue-haired exorcist would deem as "usual speed", Kanda was beside that tuft of hair in instant, hands working the debris off of that boy underneath. It was only after a minute or two had Kanda finally managed to kick the last slab of concrete off the boy's trapped feet. Gently pulling the semi-conscious boy up, Kanda mentally kicked himself for not having found the injured boy sooner. The disheveled boy had a head of white hair and a red pentacle above his left eye, with a jagged line descending all the way right past that eye. His right arm had cuts and grazes all along it, while his left arm...Kanda's cobalt eyes almost turned an intimidating onyx as he stared at that arm. It took on a dark, reddish hue, with a bright glowing cross on it. The boy lying in his arms had Innocence.

No wonder there wasn't any Akuma left to kill when he reached.

But the boy…the boy looked barely as if he had fully registered why or how his arm had done that. Nevermind that now, Kanda had finally noticed the boy's persistent but incoherent stare at him through half-lidded eyes.

Shit, how could he have not realized a stare, moreover coming from a moyashi right before him.

The boy had now clung onto Kanda's exorcist coat, those eyes displaying the fear and confusion beneath his exterior. The boy only managed to mouth a single word, before he faded into unconsciousness after getting his answer.

"Oi, moyashi, you'd better not die on me."

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Lavi turned to find the phlegmatic exorcist carrying a boy around…fifteen?...walking towards him.

"Che, found this boy under that wreck back there. We're bringing him back." Kanda offered no explanation for his actions and walked away, boy still in his arms, completely ignoring the red-haired exorcist still gaping at his back in shock. After a shake of his head, Lavi scurried ahead, catching up with Kanda.

"Ne, say the stoic and aloof exorcist Yuu-chan is helping a boy he found in a town on a mission? That's not the Yuu I know!" Lavi said teasingly, completely fine with the idea of allowing Kanda to bring anyone to the Order. Kanda had never done that before, showing a bit more concern than what he felt necessary where others were concerned. Whoever it was, how could he make Kanda lose this once-in-a-lifetime chance at helping someone voluntarily?

Kanda ignored the rabbit's comments, thoughts too preoccupied by the boy resting almost snugly in his arms to realize that the red-head had used his first name. Lavi, in the meantime, was still marveling in the fact that his neck hadn't anything black or sharp by the name of Mugen pressed up into it. Still staring at the fast retreating back in awe, Lavi caught up with Kanda ten seconds later.

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"Yuu, it's too late, we can't go back at this time, we have to at least rest for the nighttttt," Lavi whined in the most annoyingly humane way possible at the figure in front of him, who was close to pacing around the minute confines of the room.

As much as he hated to admit it, baka usagi had finally gotten something so completely right that left him no room to refute. Kanda felt the urge to roll his eyes and snort at a particularly noisy thing. Lavi was sitting at the edge of his bed—there were two beds in the room, staring at the almighty exorcist, Yuu Kanda, who was currently seated on his own bed, body twisted in a partially uncomfortable manner—the stranger they had picked up simply refused to let go of the two lapels of Kanda's coat, stubborn fingers clutching tightly on, even in that state of unconsciousness. Which ultimately resulted in his lower torso facing the boy, legs thrown over the edge of the bed while his head was turned to the rabbit.

Lavi gave a cheerful grin at Kanda's lack of response, which signified one thing—they'd be staying for the night.

And of course, one more reason to laugh—Kanda's situation was…too damn cute.

Kanda glared at Lavi in return. He knew that the baka usagi was thoroughly pleased at his current predicament.

After Lavi had washed up and had happily tucked himself under the covers, Kanda was not surprised to hear his snores from across the room. Sighing in irritation, Kanda was compelled to wrinkle his nose at his situation. He couldn't remain in this position for the whole night. A sore back was not something he had an interest or liking in.

Damn, and he hadn't been able to wash up with that moyashi clinging on to him like that either. He was not getting in the shower with a moyashi he hardly knew, unconscious or not.

Annoyed that his uncomfortable position wasn't helping him to either sleep or think, Kanda closed his eyes in defeat and gave in finally. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, dropping his exhausted body on the soft and smooth sheets. He was now facing an enlarged version of the moyashi's face.

Kanda let out a soft 'che' before closing his eyes, allowing his exhaustion to get the better of him.

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Kanda awoke to the new morning at his usual time—5 am. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly a very usual waking time for the apprentice Bookman. Taking a look at the still-unconscious boy, Kanda swept the body into his arms and walked over to the other bed.

Towering over the baka usagi, Kanda gave a swift kick to the decidedly unresponsive idiot. In the face. It was only then did Lavi wake up.

Grumbling and spitting out all sorts of conventional names and insults, Lavi rubbed the sleep from his eyes, muttering something along the lines of lives by his face…marring his perfect skin…unearthly hour…ogre…running low on sanity...completely batty—before Kanda effectively and efficiently shut him up by drawing Mugen out by three inches.

Not like he gave a damn anyway.

Not being a morning person, or rather, not being used to being waken at "unearthly hours", Lavi didn't talk for the next two hours, which was rather unsettling to Kanda, but he took it with good grace, since it wasn't everyday he got to find peace when with the baka usagi.

They caught the first train back to the headquarters. It should take less than a day, and by a stroke of luck, they should reach before dusk. Kanda sat on one side of the small compartment, while the rabbit sat on the other side, staring at Kanda's face with heavily-rimmed eyes for a few moments before his head drooped, chin touching his chest. Baka usagi had gone back to sleep.

Che, typical of that idiot to sleep anywhere with a backrest.

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Kanda looked down at the boy in his arms, contented with just gazing at that queer scar over his left eye. He stared at the boy, eyes tracing the moyashi's jawline, his cheekbone, his nose. It was far more interesting that the passing scenery outside and the foreign faces that vaguely resembled receding lampposts at each platform. Che, he didn't care. After several hours, Kanda had to drag a certain red-head along with him down the train.

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Luck hadn't been exactly on their side. It was already dusk when Kanda looked up at the familiar dark and looming headquarters before him. But this was still home. To more than just him. It was home to countless other exorcists, finders, researchers, and of course, all the other insignificant staff, Kanda thought, pulling his gaze away from the ominous building, choosing instead, to step inside it.

The redhead had shuffled his way to the cafeteria to stuff his face the moment he got in, and Kanda could only snort in friendly contempt at the baka usagi's actions before he dumped the body he still carried with him, at the Infirmary. The nurses had a very hard time uncurling the stubborn fingers from his, and when they finally managed to, Kanda gave a faint 'che' of annoyance before turning back and stopping in his tracks at the door. He muttered something like, "take care of him."

It was the closest to "concern" the man had ever shown. Nurses swooned, syringes were dropped, trays and trolleys were pushed over. That part-statement had the Infirmary in chaos, determined to "take care" of the boy to the best of their ability. They all thought the same thing: It wasn't everyday the great Yuu Kanda got himself concerned with another homosapien.

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Kanda had been called to Komui's office, with the crazy head grinning in the most disgusting way possible, holding his mug of coffee the moment he stepped in.

Che, idiot head is always either asleep in his office or awake and making too much noise while drinking coffee.

"Talk," Kanda said, shooting the head a glare, choosing to stand than to sit.

He didn't want the head of branch thinking he had a lot of time to spare.

"Awww, Yuu-chan, don't be so fierce! I just heard that you brought a boy to the Order! And Lavi seemed really pleased too!" Komui stated, all the while sidling closer and closer to the passive exorcist.

Kanda was cursing under his breath, muttering a long string of words, with the key idea being slicing up the large-mouthed rabbit to make stew for the head of order.

Meanwhile, Komui's persistent, smug gaze was sending Kanda scrambling in his mind, looking for excuses as to why he had brought the moyashi to the Order.

Why had he brought the moyashi back? Because of his injuries? Because of his scar? Because of his…his what?

Kanda gave the most reasonable excuse possible.

"The moyashi had Innocence. I figured we were supposed to bring accommodators back?" Kanda growled nonchalantly, not revealing what was really under that calm and cool façade.

Komui looked palpably crestfallen at that confession.

Weeeell, he was expecting a different reason, maybe like…he cared or something.

Komui grumbled, pouting.

Trust the great exorcist Kanda to sour his self-prophesised joy at proving his theory wrong.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going off."

Kanda hadn't even waited for an answer. He left, slamming the door behind him, leaving Komui to mourn over whatever was in his pea-brain.

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The first thing Kanda had done after getting into his room was to rest Mugen against the wall and take a shower. It was pleasantly refreshing, Kanda thought, loosening his tense frame through a shower. The trickle of water between his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, all the way to his chin.

Thanks to that baka moyashi, he had been deprived of a shower for a day and that fact only made him more relieved that he finally got his rightful shower.

Stepping out of the bathroom and putting on a change of excorcist clothes, Kanda tied his flowing hair back neatly and put on his boots before making his way to the cafeteria.

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Word had spread, started by a certain usagi that the almighty exorcist had brought a boy back to the headquarters. All of them had dismissed the point why the cold and aloof exorcist had brought somebody back, but were rather, more interested in who the boy was.

Finders and exorcists alike pestered him before and when he was eating his soba.

Damnit, why can't everybody just leave me alone? Here I was, hoping for some peace and quiet while I have my soba for the first time since the mission, and everybody here decides to give a brand new meaning to claustrophobia.

It was most infuriating for the blue-haired exorcist, and he pointedly ignored the questions everybody threw at him, although his hand was itching, just itching to brandish one of his few materialistic possessions there and then.

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The silver-haired boy awoke to a rather white-looking place reeking of sterilizers. He remembered a man who dug him out with a hint of desperation. A man with long, dark blue hair and cobalt eyes. His saviour's features. He remembered them.

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Before long, a flustered Lenalee had approached Kanda, only helping to add to the bundle of irritation in him.

"Kanda-san, the boy woke up half an hour ago and we've been trying to get him to talk but all he does is shy away from us and says one word over and over incessantly," Lenalee said to the exorcist, elbowing her way through the crowd.

"And?"

Lenalee could have sworn she saw the exorcist's lips quirk when she mentioned that the boy only said one word.

"It's not funny, we can't even get him to drink up the nutrient supplements," Lenalee huffed.

Kanda finally finished his soba and was flicking a lazy look to the female exorcist. What the boy did really was none of his concern. He couldn't care less about what the boy did or did not say—

"The word he keeps repeating is your name, Kanda-san," Lenalee added, off-handedly, casting a look at Kanda. She wanted to see his reaction.

Now, this caught him off-guard.

Kanda was up in an instant, his face registering about a quarter of his shock at Lenalee's words.

[A/N: Kanda DOES have a reputation to keep, you know…]

The green-haired exorcist was now grinning smugly at Kanda's reaction. He'd almost never shown this face before. It was nice to see that exasperatingly well-kept exterior fracture, even if just once.

Meanwhile, the crowd around Kanda had listened in on the conversation, their intelligence allowing them to focus on the most trivial part of the conversation—Lenalee's dark side.

"So, are you—" Lenalee hadn't even finished her sentence before she saw something flit in front of her, and the next moment, she was left standing along with a crowd which, by the look of their faces, had no idea what had just happened.

Lenalee smirked. She wasn't as innocent as her brother tried to impose on that she was. Just like any other, she liked to tease and have a bit of "harmless" fun now and then too. Shrugging, she quickly dispersed the dazed, large crowd.

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Allen's POV

That was the answer he was given, 'Kanda'. Nurses and doctors streamed in, constantly trying to get his attention on his nutrient supplements. Honestly, that was the least of what was on his mind now. His only wish was to see his savior. The one who found him after an incident he recalled, a little less than what he'd describe as clear actually. He didn't like it, the enlarged faces of people getting in his face and the hands that kept trying to rest on his hand or shoulder. He didn't like it, people being too close to him. He considered it 'unwanted physical contact'.

Why wouldn't they go away? He only wanted to see his savior, not have these odd people fussing over him.

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Kanda didn't even know why he had given his name so easily to a boy whom he barely knew. Maybe it was the trust overflowing from those eyes that got him to do that. Kanda steadied his breathing before he extended his hand, turning the doorknob.

He could see the anxious face of the boy, tense position, on the bed, hands curled slightly around the sheets. He walked closer to the boy, and he saw what Lenalee meant. The boy's left arm was wrapped completely in bandages, while he had a small wad of gauze covering a seemingly shallow laceration on the left of his forehead, near the pentacle. The nutrient supplements were in a glass by the bed, along with other food for the patient, untouched, but the moyashi had only widened his eyes at the sight of him, face splitting into a large grin while he called out, "Kanda!"

The moyashi flung his arms around him when he was beside the bed, only ceasing his movements to look up at the exorcist.

"Che, you haven't changed." Kanda was commenting on his clinginess, but the boy paid no attention.

Worry and concern for the moyashi getting the better of him, Kanda held the glass by the bed and pushed it, gingerly, to his lips. Surprisingly, the moyashi only continued grinning and compliantly wrapped his fingers around the glass, drinking the powdery substance down in three gulps.

Almost chidingly, Kanda flicked his forefinger lightly on the boy's forehead, "Why didn't you drink earlier when the nurses told you to?"

The boy ignored the question, settling for catching hold of the hand by his forehead and examining it.

"Oi, moyashi, don't ignore me. Can you talk? You should at least tell me how old you are."

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, the boy opened his mouth and mumbled, "Name's Allen. 'm fifteen."

Kanda gave a rude 'che', choosing to reply with a, "Moyashi's a better name."

Allen pouted at this but made no objections.

Deciding that moyashi was in a good condition after seeing him with his own eyes, Kanda turned to leave and call the nurses in. A hand stopped him from walking any further. Allen had lunged, and was now at the edge of the bed, one hand for support while the other held on to his exorcist coat. Bewildered and partially confused, Kanda turned back at the moyashi, hand instinctively moving to pry those fingers off of him. Giving a cry of distress, Allen reflexively tightened his hold, blurting a firm, "Don't leave."

Kanda started blinking rapidly and with a dumb nod, Kanda pulled a chair closer to him and took a seat, arms now crossed in that usual arrogant manner of his. Seeing that his savior wasn't about to go anywhere, Allen relinquished his hold, and hooked his hand to the sleeve of Kanda's coat instead.

Kanda had no idea what he should do while stuck in a white room with a moyashi by the name of Allen. He darted a quick look at the moyashi on the Infirmary bed.

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Allen was trying, very, very hard, not to nod off, each time his chin was close to hitting his chest, he would shake his head and force his eyes to remain open.

What if his savior went away? He didn't know anybody in this strange place. He didn't want to risk not being able to find this 'Kanda'.

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"Baka moyashi, I won't be going anywhere, so you can just go to sleep. You're wounded. You need rest." Kanda pointed out, guessing his thought. Allen shook his head defiantly, inching closer to the exorcist.

Unable to see moyashi stretching himself thin like this, Kanda gave an irritated growl and pulled the boy closer, pushing that fragile head of white to his chest, all the while keeping his arms encircled around moyashi.

Allen suppressed a contented sigh and leaned into the contact, allowing himself the much-needed rest.

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Kanda hadn't slept at all; he listened to the whir of machines surrounding the boy, the steady but slow heartbeat close to his.

Moyashi's asleep.

Lavi, apparently told everybody who didn't know what happened during the mission everything he knew of, and he had run out of things to say. He strode cheerfully down the corridor to the Infirmary. He wanted, badly wanted to see the boy again, he might get inspiration to carry out another slanderous report to Komui! Which baka-usagi would miss such a chance! Not him!

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Peeking into the room, Lavi opened the door and, preparing for a "Grand-entrance", which was basically a surprise-appearance with noise tantamount to twice that of a parade. Lavi walked in on the two and successfully came across a scene that he would by hook or by crook, brand into his mind. The highly arrogant exorcist was…cradling the boy? Moreover, the exorcist was casually…stroking those white locks?! Lavi could only find one word to describe what he say: cute. Backing away from the room, and taking care to be soundless when he closed the door, Lavi scurried away, terribly exhilarated at his new find—a never-seen-before side of Yuu-chan.

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Once moyashi was in a deep slumber, Kanda stayed where he was, finding himself unable to slip away from the moyashi, as much as his instincts practically screamed at him to.

Who knows what fit moyashi may throw if he disappeared just like that. Seems that this moyashi was rather attached to him.

Kanda smirked. It wasn't everyday somebody got this close to him, or tried to.

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It was 5 am. Time for his morning training. Kanda sighed. He didn't like the idea of leaving the moyashi alone.

God knows how the moyashi would overreact.

But his morning training was a daily routine not to be broken. He had kept to that routine since he arrived at the Order. Sighing for the second time, Kanda pressed his lips into a thin line and removed those slender fingers from his sleeve. Getting up from the chair, Kanda took one last look at Allen and closed the door behind him, silently making his way to the training grounds.

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As usual, it was just him. Nobody at the Order woke up this early for…training.

Just a little bit more, a while more before he can place Mugen back into its sheath and conclude the day's training. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Kanda practiced a move he excelled at. His speed move.

He had his feet spread out in an infallibly well-balanced stance, shoulders hunched over, body crouching low. His hair had been tied back in a neat ponytail; only his bangs covered part of his intense gaze. His lips were drawn into a grim line, face an expressionless mask.

Even the air particles barely felt it when he moved. One quick flash, and the next moment, a half-shadow clung to one side of his face, making Kanda look twice as menacing as he did previously. His hair had moved, just a fraction, and the only tell-tale sign that Kanda had finished the last part of his training was the already-sheathed Mugen.

Kanda was fast.

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Kanda's hair was completely dry by the time he had stepped onto the corridor to the cafeteria. He had taken his shower, tied his hair back like it always was, and now he smelled of green tea. Of course, he doesn't know that. It's just you and me. It hadn't been long until a familiar face popped out from a turn.

Lavi.

Lavi looked immensely relieved when their eyes locked. Kanda's eyes skimmed over the scene before him.

Che, moyashi was right in front of Lavi, wearing that idiotic grin of his again, staring right ahead. At him.

Allen seemed to have possessed a peculiar habit of staring at him. Or directing his grins at him. Either way, although it wasn't strangely unpleasant, it was a change from what normally happened to Kanda. Kanda's thoughts were disrupted when the red-head's voice piped up.

"I went to the Infirmary to take a look at him, and he was struggling off the bed. He insisted on looking for you when he woke up and he can't move properly without help, butbut—but he wouldn't let me touch him," Lavi explained, whining, wringing his hands in what Kanda identified as the closest to the word 'distress' he could ever get.

Meanwhile, moyashi had settled to continue staring at Kanda. Allen cleared his throat, rasping a hopeful, "Help me?" while looking up at Kanda.

Kanda's eyebrow rose, and for a moment there, Allen looked unbelievably crestfallen. Kanda shook his head almost imperceptibly, emitting a soft sigh of defeat, before he leaned over, bending down, then sweeping the boy up into his arms, bridal-style. Lavi could only watch in mute shock as the boy made no complaints, bringing his arms around Kanda's neck, and then happily nestling his head against Kanda's chest. Lavi's jaw was still slack when he timidly stole a glance at the ice-cold exorcist. He hadn't complained once. He heard a distinct 'che' before the Kanda stalked off in the direction of the cafeteria, yet not a single murderous look or glare.

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Allen brought his arms around the exorcist's neck without hesitation. Kanda hadn't refused! That was one thing to keep him happy for days to come. He liked it when he was around the blue-haired man. He made him feel safe. Choosing to abandon all thoughts, Allen nestled his head against the smooth planes beside his head.

Kanda walked his usual strides to the cafeteria. The boy was unexpectedly light; he didn't expect the boy to be so light, even if he was rather…small for a boy of fifteen. Less than two minutes and Kanda was at the cafeteria, ignoring the stares thrown in his direction from the handful of people in the cafeteria.

"Oi, moyashi, cafeteria," Kanda mumbled at Allen.

Allen took it as a sign that he should take his arms off the man, allowing Kanda to put him down. Allen did it reluctantly, but only after pouting cutely for a complete three seconds.

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Damn, must he be that cute when he's…when he's—angry? upset?…whatever.

Grudgingly, Kanda raised a hand from his side, ruffling the younger boy's hair, making it more messy than it already was. Allen didn't seem to mind, instead leaning into the contact and plastering an innocent grin on his face once more. Lavi gleefully made his way to Jerry, making orders for the three of them, leaving the "display of affection" there, allowing them some personal space.

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"Uhhh Jerry, I want the usuals, which is anything good that's on the menu, and for Kanda, soba. The moyashi…" Lavi paused at this. He had no idea what Allen-chan liked.

Allen would probably eat anything that Kanda eats. Soooo, soba!

"—make that two soba servings please!" Lavi finished.

Jerry only gave a nod, followed by a large booming laugh and made his very noisy way to the back of the kitchen to prepare his food, all the while whistling cheerfully.

Kanda, seeing that the baka usagi had finally done something right and made the order for all three of them, proceeded to taking a seat, with Allen following closely and plonking himself down right beside Kanda.

When Lavi came, whooping and carrying a mountain of food, plates wobbling and bowls shaking above him, Kanda gave an annoyed 'che'.

Couldn't the rabbit be a bit more normal and eat a few carrots like what animals of his specie did? Instead of bringing a whole life-sized tower of Pisa over to their table?

Lavi ignored the disapproving look from the cold exorcist. He set the two servings of soba down before Allen and Yuu-chan and started his habit of wolfing, or rather, rabbiting down his food.

Kanda and Allen looked at their plates of food, then turning to look at the exact same that was laid in front of each other. Two responses came at the same time. A very delighted Allen grinning at Kanda, and Kanda turning his face away in embarrassment, a particular colour stealing its way to his cheeks.

Che, why had that baka usagi gotten them the same food?!

Allen, not noticing the flush on the older's face, clapped his hands together and said 'itadakimasu!' before digging into his food. Apparently, he had no problems with eating just soba. He had finished almost as fast as Kanda, and he made no complaints about the meal at all.

Of course, Lavi almost sniggered, keeping his face hidden behind the empty plates, why would he complain? He gets to eat the same thing as his dearest saviour!

Lavi let out a shout of dismay.

"Ahhhhh! Sorry, Yuu-chan, I have to go off first! Panda-jiji had files he needed me to check, I was supposed to do it yesterday, but I…slept instead…heh…so, yeah, gotta run and finish the job quick, or that panda'll come after me. See ya!" With that, Lavi scampered off, worried that any delay might trigger off a series of specialized "panda-jiji" attacks to his poor head.

Kanda acknowledged those words with a nod and he stood up, planning to go back and meditate. Allen tailed behind him, out of the cafeteria, sticking impossibly close to Kanda's side. Allen struggled to keep up despite his stumbles and trips, trying desperately not to lose sight of Kanda. The older gave a very annoyed growl, slowing down.

Why hadn't the moyashi asked for help? If he couldn't walk properly, he should at least request that he help.

Whipping around to face the clumsy and yet fully recovered boy, Kanda scooped the boy up, a repeat of what he did earlier on.

"Baaaka moyashi. If you need help, say it. I don't like you keeping it to yourself like that, got me?"

Said moyashi, visibly surprised that the exorcist had carried him voluntarily, only wound his arms as tightly as he could around Kanda's neck in response. At a loss, Kanda chose to remain silent and made his way back to…

…wait. To his room…? What about the moyashi?

Taking smaller steps, Kanda asked the boy gruffly, "Oi, moyashi, where do you want me to bring you? I'm going back to my room, and I can't possibly be bringing you into my room. Do you need me to make a trip to the Infirmary?"

Shaking his head vehemently, Allen's pulse sped, and he held on to the exorcist even tighter.

No, he didn't want to go back to the Infirmary. He wanted, no needed, to stay close to this man. He didn't want the white walls and tubes and more bandages and whirring machines in that small room.

Frowning, Allen pressed his face into Kanda's chest.

"Oioi, I get your point, you'd better not cry on me."

"I just changed before going to the cafeteria," Kanda added, although the main reason he did not want the moyashi to cry was because he never had experience with crying people, let alone a moyashi like this one.

Allen knew Kanda's added on sentence was an excuse, but why, he didn't know. Nevermind, all that mattered was that he was most probably going to get to stay with the man for a longer period of time. That one thought caused Allen to lift the corners of his mouth again.

Everything will be alright as long as the man was around him.

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