Waking Up

D. Grayman fan fiction: Just how much strength does the average person posses? The depths of human will surpasses impossibility and is without measure. Kanda is about to discover the depths of his own will. Kanda-centric. Yullen, AU oneshot. Drama with a bit of romance.

In this one, Kanda and Allen are average college students faced with disaster. Kanda is athletic and strong from years of martial arts training and hiking with his family, but he is not super human. Please keep that in mind while reading this. There is a bit of OOC, especially in Kanda, but I feel it's justified. This is also put up fast and un-bated, so there may be some mistakes. If you point them out I will fix them promptly.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Grayman or any of the characters I used in this fic, they belong to Hoshino-sensei and all involved companies. This plot is mine though, so please don't steal.

xoxoxo

Something was wrong. Kanda knew it the moment he woke up before any of his senses cleared. For one, he was lying face down on the hard ground. Where was he? He didn't remember falling asleep. There was another problem; he couldn't think straight. His thoughts were disoriented and scattered, and it was taking a long time to get them back together. A long time... It never takes him so long to wake up. What happened?

Kanda took a breath and immediately began coughing. He turned his head to the side in an attempt to get fresh air, but to no avail. No matter what he did his lungs burned and his throat stung as if he were inhaling shards of glass. Trying to move was pointless as well. His body was in agony and any attempt to get his arms beneath himself for leverage brought on a new wave of mind numbing pain. Darkness clawed at his vision and, though part of him welcomed the reprieve it would bring, something told Kanda that if he allowed it to take over he wouldn't wake up again.

Suddenly, someone coughed and startled Kanda out of his internal struggle. There was another person here with him. The Japanese man grit his teeth and pushed past his pain, forcing himself into a sitting position. He looked around the room, memories piecing themselves back together. He was on the upper floor of the Howard Building. It was where he had his History class this semester. They'd taken over an empty classroom to go over a project... They got into a fight... There was an explosion, then everything went dark... They?

Kanda searched the class with a renewed sense of urgency. Memory had returned to him clearly now and he knew the Moyashi was here somewhere. A thick, acrid combination of smoke and plaster dust swirled through the air obscuring his vision. The room itself was barely recognizable. The windows were blown out, shattered glass littered the floor everywhere he looked, chairs and tables were scattered and overturned and most of the wall was destroyed. Kanda could see the wall and part of the floor in the next room over had caved in as well. He didn't know what happened exactly, but the sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach felt like the end of everything.

"Moyashi!" He hacked, trying to force the words out his pained throat. "Moyashi, you there?"

Another cough sounded before a feeble, "K-Kanda?"

It was as though he were trying to listen through water with how muffled and far away the voice sounded. None the less, Kanda focused on it and forced his battered body to move towards his classmate. The older student found Allen covered in dust and soot, and lying amidst debris near the partially collapsed wall. He didn't look too good. Kneeling next to him, Kanda tried to asses all of the injuries. There was a nasty looking gash splitting open the skin of the pale boy's forehead, blood oozed from the wound matting and darkening the usually pristine white hair, and, if the odd angle was anything to go by, he was pretty sure that Allen's shoulder was dislocated. There were probably other, less obvious injuries, but this wasn't what concerned Kanda the most. The Moyashi was lying across a wooden beam from the fallen wall and what looked like a part of it was protruding through his lower abdomen above his right hip.

"Shit." He hissed.

"Kanda?" Hazy, gray eyes slit open and tried to focus on him. Kanda added 'concussion' to the Moyashi's list of injuries. "Kanda... You're bleeding." He slurred.

Blinking in surprise, Kanda put a hand to his face. Sure enough he saw the red liquid tainting his fingertips when he pulled it away. A dull throbbing and a quick swipe of the tongue told him that his lip was split. A minor injury. Kanda put it out of his mind and focused back on the boy who was beginning to squirm.

"What's going on?" Moyashi asked as he made an attempt to sit.

"A fucking tea party." He growled as he grabbed Allen's shoulder and kept him from moving too much. "Now stay still."

"But it hurts." The younger complained, trying to pull away from Kanda's grip.

"If you move it'll be worse. Now calm down and lie still." He commanded sternly.

Allen finally took the hint and settled down. Now that he didn't have to worry about the boy hurting himself more then he already was, Kanda went back to examining the gruesome wound. He may not have been the most intelligent or experienced person in the world, but the Japanese man did know emergency first aid very well. His father made sure of that. From what he could tell, the puncture sight was right around the Moyashi's Liver and Intestines. At best, he'd ruptured multiple areas of the Intestines and it would require intensive surgery to fix. At worst, he'd punctured the Liver and, if not removed and treated correctly, Allen could bleed out in 20 minutes or less. Thankfully, the wound wasn't bleeding too heavily at the moment. Kanda took that as a good sign.

"It's bad, isn't it?" A nervous voice broke the silence.

"If you stay still and wait for the ambulance, you'll be fine." Kanda said gruffly, trying to sound more certain then he felt.

Allen nodded in understanding, but the older man could tell he was still scared. He couldn't exactly blame him either. Hell, even he was getting nervous sitting there among the ruins of their old classroom. Though he wasn't in as imminent danger as Moyashi, Kanda could tell from the radiating pain that he had his fair share of injuries and broken bones.

They sat in silence for a moment as the older student watched Allen suffer in fear. There was nothing he could do and his heart clenched painfully at his own helplessness.

"You should leave."

Kanda, again, blinked in surprise at Allen. Just as he was about to tell him to shove it, the floor lurched beneath them and the building gave an ominous shutter.

"Fucking shit!" Kanda shouted angrily as Allen cried out at the pain of the sudden movement. The building was old to begin with, and with the damage it had just sustained it seemed as though it wouldn't stand for much longer.

He looked at the younger boy. Moving him would be dangerous and could cause more or even fatal damage. However, if he didn't move him now then he would die when the floor gave out. Kanda didn't really have a choice. Without giving the Moyashi's previous comment another thought, he wrapped his arms around the other boy's body for stability.

"This is gonna hurt." He warned briskly before pulling.

Hands clenched the fabric of his shirt tightly as Kanda pulled the Moyashi off the wooden beam and dragged them as far away from the area of dilapidated floor before placing the younger back down. After disentangling Allen's fingers from their death grip, Kanda looked over his troubling injury. The Japanese man bit the inside of his cheek in an effort not to let his alarm show on his face. It wasn't good. The gaping wound was now bleeding profusely and, even worse, the blood ran so dark it looked practically black. That was a clear sign his Liver was punctured.

"Shit." Kanda muttered under his breath.

The only thing he could do was try his best to dress the wound and get Allen help as fast as he could. He pulled off the white button up he'd worn that day and began tearing it into pieces. Thankfully the shirt was fairly heavy weight and made of cotton, so it would make a good impromptu dressing. Carefully, the Japanese man pressed the thickly folded fabric to the wound sites before tightly wrapping the rest of the material around the Moyashi's body. Even as he tied off the last piece, the material was soaking through with blood.

"K-Kanda? What happened?"

The Moyashi's face had gone white as a sheet and a light sheen had broken out across his forehead. Kanda felt his frustration deepen, the last thing he needed was for Allen to go into shock.

"There was an explosion. We need to get outta here." Kanda answered.

"Is it bad?" He asked dazedly.

The Japanese man frowned deeply. Allen's confusion confirmed his belief that the boy had a concussion. In fact, it might have been worse then he originally thought.

Things couldn't get much worse.

xoxoxo

I was going to post this as a oneshot at first, but it seems to be getting long enough for chapters (at least 2) so I decided this would be a good place to stop and post. Plus I wanted to get a bit of feed back on the plot and if anyone thinks its interesting before wasting more study time on it. So let me know what you think!