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The Fine Line	By : Darklingserenity Category: +. to F > D. Gray Man Views: 4801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer of Duality: I don�t own D.Gray-man. If I did� things would be�different.

WARNING: Woo! Man-on-man action! But nothing extreme�just cuteness :D
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Kanda Chex?

When morning came � fresh and gold and pure � Kanda did not particularly care for his right arm. He had the oddest sensation that there were pins and needles jabbed inside it, and there was a rather heavy weight resting on his shoulder. And it was breathing on him.

When he opened his eyes, he found the sleeping head of Allen walker cutting off his circulation, and managing to be cute about it.

�Che,� He nudged Allen lightly on the shoulder. He did not wake. He decided to take a nicer approach. �It is morning.� His voice sounded far too nice to be his own, like Komui greeting him after a long coma or Lavi just being creepy. Even if it worked he�d never say that again.

The white haired boy groaned and buried his face in Kanda�s hair. �Five more minutes!�

�Baka, five more minutes and my arm is going to fall off. Now move.�

Allen�s groggy mind decided that argument was not the means by which he would get more sleep, so he would try something different. He lifted himself up ever so slightly and shifted sideways, placing Kanda�s hips directly below his, with his face on Kanda�s chest bone. �Better?�

The man beneath him sighed in defeat. �What are you going to do when someone comes in to tell us where we are?�

�Nothing. I�ll wave.�

�And what will that person think?�

�Since when do you care what people think?�

�I don�t. But you do.�

�Kanda, if I cared what people thought, wouldn�t I try to do something about my hair?�

He had a point. But if he doesn�t get off of me I�m going to do something regrettable. �Che. Aren�t you hungry, baka?�

�Mmhmm. Hungry for Kanda.�

He sat up. There was no way the innocent, sweet, young, and blushing Allen had just said those words. It couldn�t have been real. If he had, it was impossible for him to know what they meant � or to know what they did to Kanda. Allen slid to the floor in a heap, Kanda�s jacket going with him. He looked up with round, gleaming eyes that almost made Kanda smile.

�What�s wrong?� He pulled the jacket off of his shoulder and took to straightening it; it was wrinkled from the night in the seat. �Did I say something?� The innocent tone in his voice was oddly disconcerting.

Kanda shook his head, glad that for once in his life his intuition was right about Allen not knowing what he was saying. �Nothing. Let�s get breakfast.�

Allen took the hand that was offered to him and grinned at the man that proffered it. Even if he didn�t entirely understand Kanda he could still like him. And he could still hold his hand.
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Uri�s boots crunched lightly in the snow, leaving little boot shaped imprints after every step as a reminder of his passing. They made him think of other things that he had left in passing, things that had not faded and things that had. I guess love is like a footprint in the snow, He thought distantly. If you walk away from it, it will fade, but if you step in the same place every so often, it lasts forever.

�I did not think that you would come.� The sultry voice of a man called his attention away from his feet and up to the top of a snow drift. Just the sound of that voice brought his other nature to dominance, darkened his skin and caused the five marks to blossom across his forehead.

�I�m not a traitor, Tyki.�

The man on the snow drift smiled slightly, played with the rim of his top hat. �Mayhap you are not but your other half is. You are late, by the way.�

Uri glared at him with eyes gone red. �I don�t care. Let�s get this over with.�

Tyki laughed at him while he smoothed the sleeves of his suit, tilted his head at him thoughtfully. �Plans have changed, dear Uri, I won�t be joining you.� He sighed, as if exasperated. �You can take care of the two here and the Innocence alone.�

�What? Why?�

�Think of it�as a test of your strength, eh?� He shrugged coolly; shot him a smile that had the same likeness level in it as a glare. �I will see you at dinner, no?�

�Of course.� Uri smiled as nicely as he could before the other man disappeared. Tyki was nicer than some of the other Noah, but he wasn�t nice enough. And he talked like he was high and mighty all the time. Being nice and yet still managing to ride the high horse was something that annoyed Uri immensely. Not that he would do anything about it.

He walked to the railway, the one just before most of the train accidence, and knelt down, laying his hand on the iron. �Well,� He said casually. �This is going to be just too easy.� With that single hand, he lifted the line.
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Call me Moyashi-kun. Do it Kanda� Call me Moyashi-kun�

Allen had been dying for him to say it all morning, just so he could get his sweet, sweet revenge. It was going to be fantastic. Allen knew full well that he could be a cunning card player, a sneaky gambler, and one hell of a prankster � this was better than all three of those all rolled into one. And if it worked out, Kanda would never say no ever, ever again. If he failed� Kanda would never call him Moyashi-kun ever, ever again.

Call me Moyashi-kun�Call me Moyashi-kun�

And what had been with Kanda�s reaction anyways? It wasn�t as if Allen had not spent a goodly portion of his life around Cross and his breed, where drinking and partying and gambling and womanizing and�other things were the norm. Heck, he had walked in on enough sexual acts to write a new and improved Kama Sutra. With pictures. In full color.

He knew what he had said about having Kanda for breakfast and he had meant every word of it. Why in Hell had Kanda sat up like that? Did he really think he was that innocent?

Call me Moyashi-kun�Do it Kanda. Before I make you.

While he thought such things over they came to the dining car � which was more or less empty. As he roved over what they offered, he decided that a light breakfast of three servings would be enough, because he wouldn�t want to be too full when his plan finally came into action.

�What are you getting, Moyashi?� Kanda asked over his menu � but he didn�t finish the word. It was like he was thinking about saying it, whispering it mentally, but not bothering to actually get the word out. His hand was drifting toward the pot of tea that had been provided.

Now -Kun! Kun, kun, kun, kun! Say kun dammit!

�Hmm� I can�t even say half the things they offer.�

�Che, never mind then.�

How hard was it to make him say a useless honorific?!

�Kanda� I�ve been thinking.�

�The Moyashi, thinking? Sounds painful.� He lifted the teapot in one hand, held the menu in the other.

Allen glared at him, but the smirk on Kanda�s face was enough of an apology.

�Well, if you�re going to call me moyashi as a pet name, I should have one for you too.�

Kanda spilled tea into his glass, into his saucer, across the linen table cloth, and into his lap. He bit down a number of curses as he stole napkins that were within arms reach � most of them from other tables.

�It is not a pet name.�

�Hmm� right� so was that other thing you called me a pet name?� Allen scratched the end of his chin thoughtfully, not bothering to help Kanda with his spill. �Sounded like� moyashi but it ended differently. Hmm� Can�t seem to recall��

Say it. Say it. Say KUN!!!

�Moyashi-kun?�

His inner laughter was not at all apparent on his face. It was perfect. Kanda was so distracted by the tea he was moping out of his lap that he didn�t even notice Allen slide stealthily out of his seat, come around the back of his chair, nor the maniacal grin plastered on his face.

Kanda noticed that Allen had vanished when he felt something on his shoulder, pressing lightly.

�What are you doing, Moyashi-kun?�

Allen lowered himself so that his hand flowed down the front of Kanda�s chest, leaned forward so that his mouth was just centimeters from his ear. So delicious�

�Well, you�ve decided that I�m Moyashi-kun, right?�

Kanda wanted to turn around and find out why Allen was breathing in his ear like that, but he didn�t. �Maybe.�

�Well,� His breath was hot and he knew it. The goosebumps that ran from Kanda�s jaw to his shoulder proved it. �I was wondering what food � being moyashi is food � I should refer to you as, Kanda.� Something warm and wet was tracing the side of his ear delicately; he turned to berate Allen on doing something so obvious in public.

�What do you think you��

And then he was falling. The sound of metal grating on metal was deafening, the shriek of the breaks and the smell of hot iron filled the car as Kanda caught himself on the back of a near by chair, Allen went tumbling passed him toward the front of the train, inertia forcing him on even when he collided with the nearest piece of furniture. All thoughts of getting back at Kanda were gone from his mind when he caught his hip on a corner and spun toward the wall.

Neither of them knew what was going on.

The loud commotion of passed after a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for hours. The two of them were unharmed when the train stopped moving, though Allen�s mind was a little worse for wear. He had had the perfect revenge and now it was ruined! Ruined! Destroyed by some bloody akuma attack or a wreck or some God forsaken �

Piece of Innocence.

�Moya-All-ugh! What the hell am I supposed to call you now?!� And despite the circumstances, Kanda had yet to realize the significance of them stopping.

�Kanda.�

�What?�

�Innocence?�

�Che, like you have any.�

Allen almost laughed. �No, the Innocence. The train�s stopped, baka.�

Kanda stopped hanging on to his chair and blinked at Allen. Was he seriously thinking about work? Now? And Kanda wasn�t? What had happened? And Allen had called him baka?! And why did he feel like an inadequate fool? I�m logical and reasonable and I never take things the wrong way � and yet I just joked about that Mo-goddammitwhatthehelldoIcallhim�s � innocence. That�s why. He stepped away from his support slowly, careful not to trip on any of the over turned tables.

Together they walked toward the front of the train, minds more or less at the task at hand.
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�There seems to have been a problem with the rail system so we had to stop immediately.� The driver explained when Allen had kindly requested to speak with her. �We�re not a mile out of Ange, so it�s hard to say what�s holding us up.�

Kanda looked to Allen to ask the questions � he wasn�t the most personable interrogator.

�Is there anyway that we could get off of the train now?� His tone was astoundingly polite, his mannerisms exact. It mystified Kanda how this boy could lick his ear in a semi-public place and then be so calm, collect, and normal not ten minutes later. It was wrong on so many levels. And what made matters worse was that he couldn�t call him Moyashi any more. He knew that if he did, Allen would lick him again � which was not good for his self-control � and then call him something even more humiliating. Like Yuu.

�Sound like a plan?� He hadn�t even known he was spacing until Allen spoke to him. So much for self-control�

Allen saw the momentary blank look on Kanda�s face and knew that he hadn�t heard a word he�d said. The thought amused him as much at it perplexed him. Oh, well, He thought with a small grin. If he doesn�t know what the plan is, he can�t argue.

�Off we go! Thank you very much! You�ve helped us so much!� Allen smiled one of those bright grins and plodded away in the direction of the nearest door, taking Kanda by the hand on the way out. The Japanese Exorcist hadn�t the slightest idea what was going on, so he followed with heavy footsteps.

�Che, where are you dragging me?� He asked as they went from car to car, passing doors he did not think he recognized.

�To get our things. We can�t go anywhere without them.�

So they were walking to Goteborg. When they reached their compartment Allen dropped Kanda�s hand and picked up the suitcases, moving so quickly Kanda could almost think that he was excited.

�Who wound you up and told you to go get the Innocence?� He asked, taking his suit case from him and throwing it down on a nearby seat. Allen had forgotten in the mist of all of this that he was still without a coat, which would not be good if there were akuma ahead of them. And Kanda would have to find his golem � or Tim � if they wanted to call the order when they had accomplished their task. There were things they had to do before they marched a mile in the snow.

Allen paused when Kanda�s suitcase hit the upholstery, the locks coming undone with a flick of his fingers. With feline grace Kanda reached into his things and pulled out a long black jacket � not the kind that Exorcists wore, but a nice one nonetheless. It was a cold weather coat; the kind that would hang well passed his knees and give room for him to hide his hands if the air was too frigid, composed of wool and lined with something shiny. When the owner of the garment offered it offhandedly to Allen, he almost wasn�t sure he wanted to take it.

�It�s not going to bite you, Moyashi-kun.� Kanda glared. Oops.

Allen giggled a little before he wrapped his arms around the taller man�s shoulders and placed a lingering kiss on Kanda�s lips, ran his tongue lightly over the lower one. When his grip lessened somewhat and there was a little space between them, the look Kanda gave him was not surprised or disappointed, just�happy and disbelieving. And, after a moment disapproving.

�Are you going to do that every time I call you Moya�� He did it again, this time longer, and this time when he pulled away, Kanda threw the jacket over Allen�s head. �Che, you don�t know what�s good for you��

Allen laughed as he pulled the garment off of his head. �Kanda: Breakfast of Champions.�

�Stop it. We�re going.� He pulled the black golem from the folds of his things and stuffed it in his pocket. �And put that damn jacket on before you freeze to death.�

So delicious�Allen thought again when he was swimming in the very nice, very warm coat. It smelled like Kanda. And the best part, He thought smilingly, Is that he tastes like Kanda to me.
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Uri threw himself down in the snow next to the bent rail, running his fingernails down the side of his face until he�d drawn blood. It wasn�t a pleasant thing, self mutilation, but desperate times called for desperate measures � and this time, he was desperate.

I hope she doesn�t know them, He mused, watching the blood from his face dye the pure snow a sinful shade of crimson. It will just be harder if she does.
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