-Gray: Between Black and White-

-By: DeathHeiress88-

Disclaimer: I own neither DGM nor the context about suicidal people used. They belong to Katsura Hoshino-sensei and Shneidman respectively. I own nothing in this fic except for the story's plot.

Warning: Suicides and such, along some mild shounen-ai…?

And this chapter is dedicated to you:

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His footsteps echoed as he hopped over the rocks, the vibrations causing ripples to appear in the pond. As he reached the border between land and water, childish giggles erupted from his mouth. Slightly skipping away the water, he twirled the thing he 'borrowed' from The Earl.

Boy, sure are they going to be pissed.

He skidded into a halt and took out the heavy thing inside his pocket. It nestled in his cupped hands quite innocently. Well, as innocent as a revolver could be in a child's hands, that is. He stared at it for some time before grazing his hands over the body and handle. It's not like the gun he'd seen in the movie he just watched but they're similar to each other.

Well, whatever.

He cocked the safety pin, just like the way he'd seen in the movies, and aimed it at his head. But before he could pull the trigger, a very warm hand knocked the gun out of his hand. It slide a few feet away before dropping into the nearby fishpond.

The boy looked up and saw angry, if not fucking furious, gold eyes seething with him. Though knowing it's wicked and twisted, he felt an odd sense of fulfillment at the other's wrath and worry. Nevertheless, the boy couldn't help but wince when a hand gripped his wrist.

Roughly.

The Millennium Earl's voice was dead serious, so unlike the honey-dripped accent, he always used and the boy hated.

"I can't believe I'm saying this to you also but I think you need some serious help."

Ten-year-old Allen Walker simply looked at the pond where the gun skidded and wondered.

'Would the koi fishes down there know how to use it?'

"And what am I supposed to do?"

Komui Lee sighed as he crossed his hands. "Really, Kanda are you even listening?"

Said Kanda Yuu just glared at him and the Professor had no choice but continue his explanation. "Look, Kanda, you didn't pass your project to me, you rarely attend my classes, and there are only two words I always found in your quizzes, which by the way are 'fuck' and 'you'."

The Chinese heaved a deep breath and waited for the reply of the teen.

Dead silence.

He sighed before continuing.

"Seeing this I should have all rights to flunk you this year. But considering that Hevlaska has given your case study of Alma Karma the highest grade I have ever seen in ages, you're graduating this year and Tiedoll would probably cry if you don't; I don't have the heart to do so."

"What the fu—?"

"So," Komui interjected before the Japanese could say anything, "I've decided to give you one last chance."

An eyebrow was raised at that and the Chinese could help but snigger at the indignant look plastered on Kanda's face. But after a moment, Kanda's tensed face relaxed and the boy looked away.

"What…do I need to do?" he grumbled.

Komui smiled at that and pushed a folder at Kanda's face.

"Another case study, but this time it's," the file was read as Komui's words echoed within his office.

"Allen Walker."

He tried to suppress his snicker, barely disguising it as a flinch.

Brown eyes narrowed as the red hair's hands closed over his, avoiding, purposely, severe bleeding wrists.

"You." The red hair snarled. The raven-haired once again hid his glee from the other one, though he knew the other noticed the slight twitching of his lips.

"You need some fucking serious help."

At that, Nea Walker burst out laughing.

"Allen~!"

Said fifteen-year-old teen looked up from his music sheet as the Earl walked in, no, literally waltzed in his piano room. At first Allen thought of letting him be, but his skills known as the 'Art of Ignoring' deserted him when a younger man followed the noble inside. The teen raised a pale eyebrow at the man, no, more like a teen, probably not much older than he is. He raked his eyes over him briefly but didn't miss out his Asian features.

Chinese?

Or maybe Japanese?

A growl was emitted and the object of Allen's attention said, "What the hell are you looking at?"

The narrowing of his eyes was the only hint irritation Allen let out.

"Nothing interesting." he said dispassionately.

He turned to the Earl, didn't care about the glare sent to him, and asked in what one could call 'snobbish and bored' manner.

"Sennenko, who's this…rubbish?"

"What do you think?"

"He's perfect."

"Yeah. Thought so too."

"Only problem is: Could we make it in time before he kills his self?"

Komui tensed when his door banged open… Sweat ran down his back as thoughts ran through his mind. Maybe… maybe Lenalee found out about what he did to that octopus following his precious sister around…

His eyes slowly rose from his work, as he tried to think of a way to explain. The man, expecting to see the furious violet eyes of his sister, was taken aback when an emerald eye stared back at him.

Lavi, the summa cum laude of the graduating batch, looked at him with a knowing air, a smirk adorning the boy's face. After all, he was the one who reported Bak Chan stalking Lenalee…

"Komui, what are you cowering over there for?" the teen with Eidetic Memory asked.

Said man regained his posture and, albeit a bit indignant, replied back, "Lavi, I've told you a thousand times to knock on the door! You shocked me, slamming the door open!"

"Geez, you're just worried Lenalee had realized you're the one who was behind the 'Bak-was-tripped-accidently-by-Komurin XIV-in-the-stairs-rendering-the-lower-half-of-his-body-invalid' act."

Komui flinched at that and the teen knew he had hit the proverbial nail. However, before the older of the two could make a decent retort of any sort, Lavi said. "Don't worry, she doesn't know."

The older man heaved a relieved sigh.

"Not yet, that is."

The Chinese had a half-heart to glare at Lavi but instead, he said sweetly. "What do you want, Lavi? I doubt you're here so early in the morning just to pester me. Or do you want me to tell Bookman about you're gatherings from the library?"

Said Lavi glanced at him and said coyly, "Weeellll~…I just wanted to know where Yuu-chan ran off. Alma is not quite in his 'sane' state at the moment and all he wanted is Yuu."

Komui massaged his temples, his head suddenly aching at the predicament. He sighed and said a half-truth.

"Kanda is working on another case study right now. You know he has problems with…certain things regarding…his studies."

Lavi raised an eyebrow at the pathetic lie but accepted it nonetheless. He shrugged and just skipped off happily, "Well then, say to Yuu-chan that Alma-chan is doing quite well!"

The sarcasm in Lavi's voice was evident and Komui could only shake his head. But then, the red hair stopped in his tracks, hands hovering over the doorknob. In a neutral voice, Lavi asked, "Say, Komui, who is Yuu-chan's case study about?"

"Allen Walker."

The teen glanced back with a disbelieving eye but then, smiled mirthlessly, "If that's the case, then forget about Alma, tell Yuu-chan I said good luck!"

'Damn, he needs a lot of that.'

After a moment, the teen added aloud, "And patience."

Komui could only raise an eyebrow at Lavi's receding back.

From a distance, eyes watched the new man prowling on the lawn. Long hair swaying with the wind, elegant skin illuminated by the moon's glow. The teen's eyes were glued to the graceful movements the unknowing actor made.

He reached out for the other but glass stood between them, invisible but was strongly there.

His hands wanted to punch his window, the stubborn glass, which was the source of his problem. But even in the deteriorating state his mind had undergone, he knew that the glass was not to be blame. He could only place the fault on two persons.

His own twisted self and that man.

He leaned into the windowpane and kissed the man from far away. He rubbed his groin against the hard surface, imagining it rubbing against another, entirely different, surface. His erratic breaths moistening the glass. Once, sanity regained a little control over him, he blushed at what he just done. He quickly looked down to see if the object of both his attractions and frustrations noticed his 'activities'.

Seeing the man, continuing whatever he was doing, maybe marauding Sheryl's lawn for something, the heat that rushed into his face subsided.

"You…should probably lock your door next time."

He spun around and saw a shock of violet hair peeking from his doorway along with rays of light.

"Road…"

The girl grinned knowingly and whispered, "Lock your door, please. If The Earl was the one who check on you…"

She chuckled and the next thing he knew was darkness that was falling upon his room quickly. Distinctively, he heard the lock being bolted in its place. Ironically, his bare white room seemed pitch black in the dead of the night.

He sighed as he pulled back from both his window and thoughts, making his way towards his white piano. He sat and continued trying to make his poem into a song. A key was pressed and the emotional lines were sung, albeit accompanied with deterring music.

'And so I will continue protecting you

From the darkness within me you do not knew'

And then, only the moon knew what he did with himself that night.

Deprivation of love can lead to destruction of oneself and others.

Hmm…who would've thought it would be like this…?

Not me that's for sure.

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