a/n: Chapter two (that was posted-like chapter one). I actually had this sitting in my doc. manager for about a month, as I wanted a little break between the first and second chapters. This chapter isn't really new, persay, just because it had been posted on my old account, just like the first chapter of this story. But I do hope you enjoy it, all you lovelies who haven't read it (and all you lovelies who have, of course!).

disclaimer: I do not own the beautiful, awesome characters from DGM, by Hoshino Katsura. But I do use them to write stories to portray their awesomeness. :)

Tirade of an Angel:: Chapter 2

Allen wasn't completely sure what was going on. The man, Kanda, who had told him that he was to be Allen's body guard just a few hours before was before him, holding a sword. Who ever used swords any more? Well, apparently Kanda did. But it sent a shiver down his spine, watching the gleam of the sun travel down the long, slender blade as the long haired man moved it slowly. His eyes flickered past Kanda.

He still couldn't see anything. But he could feel it. It felt colder now, and he shivered without meaning to. Something was out there, and it was making the hair on the back of Allen's neck stand on end, just thinking about how something like that, well, it was inhuman. No human could be silent like that, could effect the atmosphere in that way. Or maybe, he was just scared, and that's why it felt colder? He nearly reached out to Kanda, then stopped himself. That man would think it was weak, no doubt about that. So he kept his hands to himself, and put on a brave face. "...What is it?" he asked softly.

"Shut it," Kanda said sharply, voice no more than a whisper. "Don't help them pinpoint your position with your useless chatter."

"Now you're talking!"

"Will you shut up? I'm trying to-" Kanda was unable to finish that statement however, when several—there was nothing else to call them—things dropped down from the tops of the buildings surrounding them, into the spaces around them.

"The Maker will be pleased! Very pleased!" one cackled and Allen wondered if the people on the street could hear the creatures loud voice. Even if they did, he supposed they wouldn't try and see what was happening, the voice was dripping with malice and aggression and people normally tried to get away from things that made such a sound.

"Yes, yes! Maybe we shall be rewarded!" one of the others replied, and its mouth, human and inhuman at the same time, curled into a wide smirk, teeth gleaming in the sun.

At this point in time, Allen was in a sort of shock, panicking but silent behind the silent form of Kanda. He had no idea what was going on, and he didn't know if he wanted to know. These things, they were obviously not human, that was for sure. Some sort of monster! But monsters weren't real, and the rational part of Allen's mind tried to tell him that, and failed. There were three, standing before them, leering at them and looking a little hungry.

Collectively, three sets of red-orange eyes flickered between the two before them. That man, didn't he look familiar? Well, maybe. That sword sent shivers down the spines of the creatures. That seemed like a good thing.

Allen couldn't stop the small tremble from starting in his hands and feet, to travel up his legs and arms. He bit down on his tongue. He couldn't be weak, not like this. Kanda, he wasn't showing any fear. In fact, he wasn't showing anything at all. His navy eyes were still on the three beasts before them.

o.O.o

Kanda watched them carefully. His eyes never left them, even when he felt the boy behind him start to tremble. It was barely noticeable, and a human definitely wouldn't have noticed it, but the way the boys' heartbeat had increased, and how the air around him shook, Kanda could tell that he was shaking, with fear, of course. He had never seen such creatures, Kanda could tell easily. But they weren't hard to beat. Just simple minor things, with the sole task of killing and devouring and wrecking havoc. Which, in Kanda's book, was just plain annoying.

But that boy, he was going to be in the way, wasn't he? Kanda didn't want to deal with that. He wasn't a guardian angel, even if he found himself in that position at the moment. He didn't want to deal with the child. He had to, but still. He grunted as one of the creatures lashed out. It only hit against his blade, and he scowled.

"If you are going to attack, then do so," he said. "I haven't got all day."

"What are you doing?" Allen's voice was higher than normal. He was scared. "Why are you provoking them?"

"Oh shut up!" he really didn't want to deal with him. He would deal with the minor demons, but he didn't want to deal with this child who never stopped talking. He reminded him of Lavi. "Just stay out of the way."

The blade cut through the air and sliced smoothly into one of the demons in a long diagonal cut. Dark blood splattered the ground by his feet, and the demon before him screamed in pain and fury and tried not to fall back as more blood started to pool on the asphalt of the alley. Allen was letting out gasps behind him and Kanda glanced over his shoulder. He saw the boy, pale and shaky. He stepped forward a little, but Kanda had had enough.

o.O.o

"Stay back, you little brat," he snapped and pushed Allen back with his forearm. Allen let out a startled gasp and he stumbled back. The force of Kanda's shove alone was enough to knock the air from his lungs, and the brick wall that he collided with didn't help with that. A moment later his head snapped back and came in contact with the stone.

Everything blotted out, going black and fuzzy. "...ah..." he breathed as he slid down the wall, eyes out of focus. He tried to look up at Kanda, but he was just a bunch of blurry shapes. He could tell that the long haired man had turned back to look at him by the skin colored blob between the raven streaks. And then everything spun down and was black.

Allen went limp against the wall, eyes mostly closed.

o.O.o

"Damn it," Kanda muttered as the child passed out. "Hit him too hard."

"You hurt your charge," one of the demons cackled, seeming to derive great amusement from that fact. It's fangs flashed in the dim light in the alleyway. It was the one that Kanda had injured, and it was leaning heavily to one side, blood still dripping down but more slowly.

"Die already, you're pissing me off." He gripped his blade handle tighter, knuckles whitening a bit as he twisted it around. His hair flew out behind him. They were easy, simple, childish in comparison, but he hadn't remembered them as fast as this. What had happened? Was it because he had been thrown from Heaven so roughly? Had he lost some of his strength and speed?

It didn't matter. He pushed those thoughts away. He would never win if he thought like that. Focusing on the task before him, he sunk the blade deeply into the chest of the wounded demon. It let out a choking cry which died swiftly as he pulled his blade back from it's ribcage. It thrashed a little, falling back onto the potholed asphalt.

It bled out for a moment, and then it's body started to dissolve and smoke. Kanda paid no heed to it and focused on the two other demons that were hissing and spitting angrily in his direction. One lunged at the unconscious boy slumped on the ground, teeth glinting sharply.

"Oh no you don't," he growled. He pushed himself off the other side of the alley and propelled himself towards the demon. He came down onto it, blade hitting it at the top of its skull and sinking down through it as if it were made of butter. It made a rather unpleasant noise as it's skull was crushed by the weight. Kanda landed on top of it, and pulled his sword from the head of the beast. He watched a dribble of black blood slide down his blade and drip to the ground. It hissed and fizzed and evaporated.

Kanda looked up through his hair at the last one. It was dead before it could choose to stay or go, Kanda having no pity for these things. He had run the blade through it's forehead. After a moment, he sliced the air, as if cutting something in half, to get rid of midnight blood that was running down the shining heavenly steel. Flecks of shadow splattered the wall before evaporated.

Soon he was standing alone with the unconscious Allen near the edge of the alley. Only when he had put his sword away did he realize he shouldn't kept one of those demons alive long enough to ask what the hell they had been talking about. It didn't bother him too much though and he shrugged it off. The major problem that he had right now was that he had an unconscious human and had no place to take him.

"Oh Yuu...you're so unprepared, aren't you? Shouldn't you have gotten where he lived before knocking him out on this cold, cold wall? That was rather harsh of you...They are rather fragile, Yuu, and you don't want to break him!" The cheerful voice came before the owner appeared, and Kanda groaned softly before turning.

"What...the hell are you doing? And why didn't you come earlier, when you could have stopped me from cracking his skull against the brick?" he asked, anger lacing his voice. He glared across at Lavi, who was standing there in the clothes he had been in before, hands in his pockets in the same sort of carefree manor.

"I can't help. I already told you that..." he said.

"Then why the fuck are you here?" Kanda snapped as he went over to check if Allen was still alive. His pulse was strong, but he would have a nasty bruise on the back of his head, and probably on his back as well. He picked him up and was surprised at how light he was.

"...Well—just don't tell," Lavi said. "I'll show you where he lives, but that's it. I doubt anyone will care if I help in this small amount. Or at least I hope not."

"Why are you helping if it would get you in trouble?" he asked under his breath, shifting the boy so he was easier to carry. "You're usually not that selfless or shit like that."

"Oh, I just have a soft spot for the kid. He's just adorable, and you can't deny it. And I don't want you wandering around, looking like a creeper," Lavi explained lightly. "Come on, I'll take you to his place."

Lavi then turned one hundred and eighty degrees and continued down the alley way in the direction that they had been going before the demon's had attacked. Kanda shifted the boy in his arms and the snowy head rested against his shoulder. A pleasant scent reached his nose, and he glanced down at Allen. He smelled nice, and he was cute. Kind of too cute. Cute in an annoying, exotic way. Kanda thought that it was strange for him to think of Allen as exotic, because in the heavens, there were many more beings more exotic than this human. But he was just different.

The path that Lavi led him along was away from the busy city streets. Nothing else attacked them. The alley ways were decorated with graffiti. Some were artistic, most were offensive and rude and idiotic. Humans were stupid. After slipping behind a bustling shop, they came to a small complex of apartments. They looked new, the walls still clear of graffiti, the stone clean and shining. Lavi went in and Kanda followed.

Inside it was a mirror of the outside. Clean, a bit bland, and new. Lavi seemed to know exactly where he was going and Kanda scowled. Lavi knew many things, and sometimes Kanda was jealous of that. Not that he would ever admit that he was jealous of the redhead. Up the stairs they went. They went all the way up, to the top floor of the building, about ten stories of climbing.

"He walks up and down that every damn day?" Kanda muttered, glancing over his shoulder at the stairwell. If he had had to do that every single day, twice, he wouldn't be very happy. Although, he was never really happy, in the sense of that word. Sometimes he was content, but most of the time, nothing past that.

"Yes," Lavi answered the question, even though it hadn't really been directed at him. "He usually does it four times a day, twice up, twice down. Sometimes more. And he never complains! He's such a sweetie."

"Oh shut up...you sound like an old woman. Or a stalker," Kanda snapped. "Can we get into his apartment already? He's starting to wake up."

"Oh yeah, and Yuu, don't tell him that I led you here, because that might give away that I ended up helping you. Just our little secret, alright?" Lavi said with a wink, and opened one of the doors. One of the doors that had obviously been locked moments before. The redhead went in first and held the door open for the fallen angel after him.

Kanda set the boy down on the worn sofa. It was a checkered pattern, and old, but clean and comfortable looking. He glanced up and his eyes traveled around the small space. A small television. A kitchen of sorts, mostly connected to the living and dining room. There was a short hallway, which led, presumably, to a bedroom, and a bathroom. The angel noticed— and curiosity blossomed because of it —that there was only one photograph that he could see easily. Usually, people had many. Of friends, and family, and maybe of pets. Allen only had one. It was currently sitting on the kitchen counter, but it didn't seem to belong there. As if Allen had been looking at it before he had left.

Kanda walked over to it, curious to see it more clearly. He picked it up. The light from the open window shown across the glass that kept the photograph safe for a moment and then he leaned against the counter and it was cast into shadows, and easier to see.

The picture looked old. There was a man in it, with a boy on his shoulders. The boy had a top hat on, as if they had been playing dress up. He was smiling widely. Kanda could tell that this was Allen. A much, much younger Allen, with someone who could've been his father.

A sound from the couch dragged his attention away from the old photograph. Allen had sat up, and he was holding his head. "...Ow...what—what the...?" he said as he realized that he was in his own apartment. Kanda set the photograph back down and watched, wondering what his reaction would be.

The boy felt the back of his head and winced. Big bruise, Kanda had been right. Silver eyes flickered down to his clothes, then to the couch, then up. When he saw Kanda, he simply stared for a long moment. "How did you find my apartment?" he finally asked, eyes narrowing to a look of suspicion.

"You mentioned it," Kanda said shortly. Allen looked at him for another moment longer, and then got up. His legs wobbled, but besides that he was fine. He walked passed Kanda to the simple white refrigerator and opened the freezer section of it. Kanda watched silently as the boy got himself a bag of ice and rested it on the back of his head.

"...I doubt I mentioned that, but whatever," Allen muttered. He glanced over to Kanda, then his eyes slid to the photograph that sat before Kanda. He leaned over and grabbed it, taking it away from Kanda, a protective light in his young eyes.

After another long moment, Allen finally asked, "What were those things?"

"Demons," Kanda said, eyes on the boy. He was completely expressionless. Allen stared at him for a long moment, then started to laugh. After a moment it died down when Kanda didn't smile or change expression, or say anything for that matter.

"...You're...you're actually serious aren't you?" the silver haired boy asked, a shocked look in his eyes. Kanda continued to look at him. "...Oh my god...you really are serious."

"Why would I joke about something like that?" Kanda asked, raising an eyebrow. His hands braced against the counter behind him. His fingers made patterns on the tile for a moment. "They were demons. They attacked. I have no idea why."

"Great. You don't know why they want to like, eat me or something?" Allen asked. "Were you sent here to protect me from these demons then?"

Kanda was silent for a long moment. Was that why he had been sent here? Had someone known that this human, this boy, Allen, was going to be a target of these demons? How had they known? He scowled at the thought that he hadn't been told the complete truth. Who did they think they were? Arrogant gods. Shouldn't he know what he's up against?

Allen had been watching his expression change from one that was completely unreadable, to a blank, somewhat thoughtful look, to a scowl. "So you don't know either," he deadpanned and sighed. He set the picture down on the counter, turned away from the angel, and ran a hand through his silver locks.

"You have brown hair in that picture," Kanda stated flatly. He ignored the comment that Allen had made. It made him uncomfortable that he didn't know why he was here, and he hadn't even known why he was protecting the boy. He still didn't know.

"Uh, yes," Allen said. The abrupt shift in topic had startled him, but he quickly recovered. He turned the photograph around some, so that both of them could see it. "I had brown hair when I was younger. I was eight or nine in that picture I think. I'm not too sure though."

"Is that your father?"

"...Foster father," he stated, a cold edge to his voice and said nothing more. Kanda decided that he wouldn't get any more information at the moment, so he dropped it. He stared at the photograph without seeing it, thinking.

He grunted and glanced around the apartment, giving himself something to do. "Damn demons!" he spat, startling the boy once more. "I didn't know I would have to protect you from them."

"I don't understand," Allen said after a long, awkward moment of silence. "You were sent here as my...my guardian, and you don't know what you're supposed to be protecting me against? That doesn't seem fair, or ethical, or even advantageous. I mean, wouldn't it be better for a guard to know what they have to face to be better prepared?"

Grudgingly, he had to agree with the silver haired boy. What he was saying made sense to Kanda. He didn't get why they hadn't told him what he was going to be up against. But maybe that was a part of his task, to be able to handle anything thrown at him. "I'll handle it, damn it," he muttered under his breath, barely aware that he was speaking out loud.

"You'll handle what?" Allen asked and Kanda looked over at him, a confused expression on his handsome face, before he realized he had indeed spoken out loud.

"This," he stated. "You're accepting this quickly. Not that I care."

"I'm an accepting person," he said stiffly and Kanda narrowed his eyes, looking over at him. His gaze was probing, and strong, and he wanted to know what he meant by that. There was more to that statement than what was said.

o.O.o

Allen stayed quiet after his statement, not wanting to talk about why he had believed so quickly when Kanda had told him that they were demons. He didn't want Kanda to know. He doubted Kanda would believe him. Although, he knew about demons, he knew how to fight them. So would he try to kill him then, because of this? Because, maybe, he thought of him as a threat? Or did he have to keep protecting him, and that included against himself? All of these thoughts battered the inside of Allen's head and he had to look away, at the picture, at the wall, at anything, to try and concentrate.

Kanda was looking at him. His eyes were like gems, hard and cold. He knew that the boy was hiding something, he just knew. Allen wasn't sure how. Maybe he had given himself away. The way he had spoken, the way he had brushed it off. Maybe it would be better to just tell him. There were too many maybe's that crowded his thoughts to be comfortable. To try and distract himself, he walked from the kitchen, and over to the couch, sitting back down.

He had forgotten his bag of ice on the counter, but didn't want to get up once more to go get it. So he continued to sit there, the back of his head throbbing painfully. He touched the back of his head once again, and felt a knot there. He winced a bit. There was already swelling.

"You didn't have to push me so hard," he said, glancing over at his guardian, glaring halfheartedly.

"Why did you believe me so quickly?" Kanda over-rode Allen's complaint with a straight forward question. Allen looked up slowly to gaze at him, rather blankly. "Tell me."

"You don't need to know why I believed you so quickly, really. It doesn't matter," Allen said, eyes hard.

"Just fucking tell me," Kanda snapped.

Allen responded by ripping the glove that covered his left hand off. "Here," he said flatly, holding his hand up. He turned it several times, so that Kanda could see the hand fully. "See, I believe it, because of this, okay?"

Kanda stared for a long moment. Then he came over, slowly, eyes never leaving Allen's hand. Allen was silent, eyes shadowed. When Kanda touched his hand, it felt like a shock of electricity. Strong, slender fingers felt the rough skin of Allen's fingers. The boy almost jerked back, eyes widening just a little.

Kanda didn't seem to notice. His eyes were only focused on the boy's hand. Rougher than regular skin, Kanda's fingers felt smooth in comparison, and a deep, dark red, it was a very curious hand. He curled his fingers slightly, unsure of how he felt with Kanda staring so intently. The blood colored skin disappeared as it traveled up his arm, hidden by his long sleeved shirt.

Slowly, he turned the silver haired boy's hand, looking at it carefully. "...Um..." Allen said. Each time those slender fingers slid down the lengths of his fingers, it gave him a very uncomfortable sensation, that if he had been able to just relax, would've been able to enjoy. But he wasn't able to relax, and so the shocks hurt more than anything else.

"Stop!" Allen said, and he was ashamed at how his voice was higher than normal. He jerked his hand back from Kanda and cradled it close. "You're...you're hurting me. Don't do that."

Kanda looked at him for a long moment. Allen could tell that he was just as confused as the silver haired boy, but because of different things. And he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. "Just don't...do that," he muttered, rubbing his hand.

Kanda gave a small nod and backed away. He glanced out of the window near the kitchen sink. The sun was sinking down below the horizon. The fight seemed to have taken much longer than he had realized. Allen glanced out as well. "...When did it become so late?" he murmured. Had he been out for so long? It hadn't really been that late when they had been heading home.

He got up, stifling a yawn. All of this excitement and intensity was tiring him out more quickly than usual. He paused and glanced at Kanda. "Um, I don't know where you can sleep," he said, thinking. "You could always share my bed. It's big enough for two of us."

Allen watched for his reaction but got nothing except another small nod from Kanda. He seemed rather drawn into himself. He headed down the hallway, and could hear that the other man was following him. Kanda sat down on the edge of the bed that didn't look slept on, and pulled his feet up. He leaned back against the headboard, one knee up so that he could rest his arm on it, and closed his eyes.

Allen went to his closet, and changed into nothing more than a long sleeved shirt. He glanced over at the man. His eyes were closed, a strand of long raven hair curling gracefully down away from the others. He yawned once more and moved to the bed, pushing back the blankets. He wriggled under them, and sighed.

The pillow felt wonderfully soft on the back of his head, which was throbbing from the bruise. He gave one last glance over at Kanda. The man didn't move, eyes closed, leaning back against the wall. He closed his eyes, content for the moment. Before he realized, he was asleep.

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