Disclaimer : I don't own -man. Never did, never will.

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His Warmth

I found myself in my room, after I had stormed out of the cafeteria. Sighing, my eyes wandered distractedly, coming to rest on a flower. One would say that it was beautiful, ordinary people did. But on the other hand, Allen was different. Allen. That time When I I caught him in my room that day, he had said that the flower was forlorn.

Wait. I groaned as I sat down on my bed. Why were all my thoughts of that moyashi? He was insignificant, redundant, unworthy of my attention. To be honest, I had been thinking of him for the past few days . How could I not? Who wouldn't be influenced to think about him when the order's situation is caused by him?

'Argh! What the fuck is wrong with me!'

I shook my head vigorously. Many things had been going on in the order, and most of them seem to be kept a secret, from me. I sighed. This was getting more confusing by the minute.

I decided to lie down, hoping it would help clear my mind. As I stared at the ceiling, all my nerves seemed to be lit on fire becoming awfully sensitive. I could feel the soft, fluffiness of the bed, the clean sheets, the musty smell of the feathers under the pillow. It reminded me of the time I had to share a bed with the moyashi. He was badly wounded and the finder with us had been killed in battle. Since he was unable to care for himself, I ended up nursing him back to health for a week until he recovered. A fond smile graced my face as memories resurfaced. In truth, I had never really hated Allen, only harboring opposite feelings for him, though I was never one to show them. Ok, so I had to admit, I have had feelings for Allen before. But, they weren't feelings of love or anything similar. They were just feelings of friendship, a very deep friendship, in my terms. It wasn't like I got all flustered when he was near him, I just felt protective of the younger boy. At first, my heart would beat rapidly when I thought of the boy and blood would rush to my face when I talked to him. Of course, it mostly died down after I learnt to control my thoughts and reactions. And that wasn't a sign of love, right?

As I thought things out, I felt a wave of sleep crash over me, the darkness engulfing all my senses, plunging me into the recesses of my mind.

"Kanda! Kanda help!" Allen's voice rang in the vast blackness.

The darkness slowly dissolved into a street, everything looking so familiar to me. I was in my fighting stance, a hoard of Akuma in front of me.

"Never knew you couldn't even take down a few measly Akuma, moyashi!" Kanda shouted back through all the noise. He sliced through a few Akuma, turning back to see Allen falling to his knees, his torso covered in blood, flowing rapidly into a puddle around him. Kanda cursed, taking down the Akuma in front of him before running to Allen's side. Slinging the frail boy over his back, he carried him to the nearest clinic.

A few hours later, a worried Kanda was questioning the doctor about Allen's condition. "We stopped the blood loss, but he must rest for at least a week and recover from his cold."

"Cold?" Kanda asked in confusion. He didn't know Allen was sick.

"Yes, he had developed a cold." The doctor answered calmly, though it was obvious he was surprised that Kanda didn't know.

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Kanda blinked open his eyes. Focusing on the walls of the inn, he quickly turned his head to the mop of white hair on the bed next to him.

"Ngh… Kanda…" Allen slowly tried to sit up.

"Go back to sleep, moyashi." Kanda growled. "You should be resting."

"Where are we?"

"An inn. It's the middle of the night, so just sleep and stop disturbing my sleep."

"But there's no bed, where're you sleeping?"

"This was the only room they had free."

"Why don't you share this bed with me?"

"No, I'm fine sleeping right here."

"But I'm cold. So please…" Allen partially begged.

"Che, fine." Kanda slid into the bed and his hand brushed across Allen's arm.

"You're so cold. You'll fall sick like that."

"You're already sick, so just get some rest."

"Ba-Kanda"

"Moyashi."

For once, Allen smiled a true smile as he turned away and fell asleep again, his dreams filled of nothing but the one beside him.

On the other side of the bed, a flustered Kanda tried his best to stop his heart from pounding at an alarming speed.

'What's wrong with me! This is all the moyashi's fault.'

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Kanda felt movement of the mattress beneath him and he roused from his sleep. Turning around to take a look at Allen's condition, his eyes opened just a fraction of a millimeter when he saw Allen sitting up and staring out the window.

"Why the hell are you up?" Kanda complained. He wanted to get back to head quarters as soon as possible, since they'd already found the Innocence. And the more Allen rested, the sooner that could happen.

Allen smiled, his eyes motionless and unblinking. "Snow," was his only reply. Kanda could see tears welling up in Allen's eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

"Don't be a cry baby, moyashi."

Allen blinked twice, fighting back the tears, before getting off the bed and picking up his jacket on the chair at the other side of the room. He was heartbroken, but he smiled a bitter smile. 'I guess this is what I get for loving a heartless person.' Allen stifled a cold laugh.

"Where're you going? You're sick." Kanda got out of bed, walking towards Allen who was almost at the door.

"Nowhere, just out." Kanda gripped Allen's hand, but the younger boy flicked it off and walked out the door.

A knock on the door jolted me out of my sleep. Getting up groggily, I slammed the door open only to be greeted by Lenalee.

"What do you want?" I grumbled, blatantly irritated for being woken up so suddenly.

"Nii-san is looking for you." She said with her usual smile, but her eyes were tinted red, a sign of crying.

"Che," I cursed and walked pass Lenalee, heading towards Komui's office.

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A/N : Sorry for the change in writing styles and late update. Please continue to review.