When hearts Collide

do not own D. Grayman or any of it’s associated characters, nor do I own any songs used within this fic. I do not make any money off of these works of fiction, they are for entertainment only.

A/N: I am sorry that is been so long since I have updated this story. Life can get in the way. I am back now and I expect to have this story finished in the next few days. I hope you all enjoy it!

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~Blue~



Plastic blue invitations in my room.

I've been waiting here for you.

Reservations made for two.

Sunlight fading.



Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash.

You supply the rumors and I'll provide the wrath.

Romance is breaking every heart in two.

Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.



Plastic blue conversations in my room.

Saving ever tear for you.

Trusting ever word untrue.

Twilight fading.



Fate changes faster than the death of light.

You supply the envy and I'll provide the spite reflections.

Cutting every face in two.

Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.



Blue - The Birthday Massacre





“It doesn’t look good” Lavi said, addressing the group at large, “Everything that the Finders have found points to the fact that Kanda is a prisoner.”



Lenalee tensed against Allen, “We have to get him back.” she said in a worried voice.



Allen sighed, “We get him back of course.”



Komui blinked that the white haired man, “But how? We don’t know where he is”



Allen looked thoughtful, “I am going out to look for more clues. There has to be something…anything.”



Then he turned and left the hall.

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The memories kept spinning madly before him, time ceased to exist. Hunger came and went, thirst too. Kanda was in serious trouble and he knew it. Even if he had been able to find and reach Mugen, his beloved sword would have done no good in his useless arms.



Feeling had long since left his awkwardly bent limbs.



When the memories eased, the visions of Aleia’s torment began anew, tearing open the wounds in his heart and pride.



“You didn’t protect me” Aleia sobbed in the image, whether the words had truly been spoken or were a bit of Kyria’s machinations, that didn’t matter.



For they echoed deeply in Kanda’s heart, throwing his own guilt back at him. Once again he had failed to protect those dearest to him.

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Lavi let his keen gaze rove slowly over the area, missing nothing. Lenalee and Allen stood just off to the side. Allen looked like he was losing hope and Lenalee had twisted her hands so much that they were painfully red.



Time was running out.



They knew it.



It had been nearly two weeks since Kanda had vanished. At first no one had thought twice about the fact that he hadn’t come back immediately. Kanda could become singly minded obsessed with a target.



But as time dragged on, it was blaringly clear that something was wrong. Very wrong.



The Finders, many whom had an ax grind against the unfriendly exorcist had flatly refused to aid in the search. Komui threatened and finally acted, punishing several for dereliction of duty.



Roland and several others had searched endlessly, refusing to leave anyone in enemy hands. The Noah, were not kind, that was something they knew firsthand.



“Come on Kanda” Lavi murmured quietly, “Give me something…anything.”



That eye of verdant hue methodically created and searched a grid pattern.



Hours past with nothing.



Just when Lavi was ready to give up, something caught his eye in the darkest corner of the alley.



Moving closer to the slight glimmer he was amazed to find himself face to face with the infamous Tease.



Metal teeth chattered lightly at him as though irritated by his presence.



“Lavi! Look out!” Allen shouted and Lavi was aware of a flare of green from his lover’s weapon before a tall shadow fell across him.



Blinking he looked up and met the golden eyed Noah.



“Tyki Mikk.”



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Aleia made her way numbly to the shower, she was finally up and mobile. She longed to scrub herself clean. Even now, she swore she could taste the salten essence of Tyki Mikk on her tongue. Feel his tongue on her flesh.



She felt used, dirty. Pathetic.



A part of her wished she only felt like a victim, forced completely into some horrific encounter. But she hadn’t been. Oh, she had been captive in her own body with no choice, but her response, well that had been hers.



That had been genuine. Tyki Mikk had driven her to the heights of pleasure and flung her into the twisted maelstrom of confusion she tried to make sense of now.



She turned the water on as hot as it could go, feeling it scald over her flesh as she lathered again and again. Her nails scoring her skin in an effort to be clean to be cleansed inside and out.



She sobbed as she scrubbed, hating herself, hating the world, hating the fates for finally giving her someone to love and turning her life into this mess. “Should have known better” she sobbed, “Don’t deserve it!”



Lenalee had heard the strangled sounds in the hallway and pushed the door wide. Her violet eyes went wide at the image of thick steam and Aleia’s unseen form sobbing and cursing.



Feeling her way through the thick mist, she winced when she was splashed with very hot water.



“Aleia?” she asked, “Come out, please!”



“Go away!”



“Aleia please!”



A strangled bubbling sound echoed and Lenalee was terrified. “Lavi!” she screamed, knowing he was still somewhere nearby.



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Lavi started at the shrill sound and raced down the stone corridor to the doorway filled with billowing steam.



He dashed inside, “Lena!”



She stumbled against him, wet and panting, “Aleia…. She’s in here! I can’t find her in the steam. She turned on all the showers! Its too hot!”



Lavi gently shoved her through the door, “Wait outside.”



His voice was firm, his eyes serious.



“But..”



“Lena” he said, “Let me take care of this.”



She bit her lip and nodded, clutching her hands to her chest. The chill of the stone hall doing nothing for the heat trapped in her clothing from the water and steam.



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It was silent now, save the sound of cascading water. Lavi moved slowly, carefully. Hands sliding over tile walls, from stall to stall. To the very last one where his hands connected with soft wet hair close to the floor.



He had shut off the knobs as he went and the steam was spiraling near the ceiling and lamps now. His red hands ached from the scalding they had taken. He could see her now, though not very clearly. She was huddled against the wall, letting the hot torrent spill over her. He reached out and twisted the knob. It squeaked in protest but the water diminished and then ceased. He knelt before her.



“Aleia?” he said quietly, eyes on the water spinning down the drain. There was some pinkish hue to it. Not enough to denote a serious injury. Slowly, he reached for her and she flinched back from him.



“I won’t hurt you” he promised.



“I’m dirty” she whispered after long, tense minutes. “Can’t get clean.”



His green eye followed the red scratches over her skin, some had broken the surface. He sighed gently. “You are clean” he assured her quietly. His fingers pushed the hair from her face. Just as he thought, more scratches near her mouth. None of them had gone too deep.



“These are all the places he touched you aren’t they?” he asked. His eyes barely tracing over the red marks on her thighs. “This doesn’t make you dirty. Its not your fault.”



She lifted her eyes to his and he was stunned to see them blazing with anger. “I didn’t want it” she said, lips trembling, “but I liked it. He made me like it anyway.”



Ah. Here was the crux.



“And you think that just because something isn’t revolting and painful that you must be wrong to like it?”



She said nothing and Lavi didn’t press, he merely crouched low on the flooded floor and pulled her into his arms, “We have to get those scratches clean. Did you want to hurt yourself?”



She shook her head against his shoulder, all fight gone from her now. “Just…wanted.. To be clean again” her voice broke on the last and he shushed her softly, working his coat off and sliding it over her shoulders.



Then he cupped her chin in his fingers and tilted her head back, sealing his lips to her in a heated passionate kiss.



For a moment she froze and then he was gone.



“Did you want that?” he asked plainly.



She shook her head, touched her lips that tingled.



“But was it completely horrible?”



She shook her head again.



Lavi lifted her carefully in his arms, “Just because you might find some pleasure in things you don’t want, doesn’t mean you are a bad person. Tyki Mikk is the Pleasure. Allen once told me that even when he was being killed by him, a small part of him seemed to reach for that pain.”



“Where are we going?” she asked.



“My room” he said then, “I can tend the scratches there without alarming the head nurse. Plus, there is something I think you should hear.”



She nodded.



Hours later Lavi was confident that he had at least given her something to think about if he hadn’t convinced her completely. There were three things that he was certain of. One that Aleia loved Yu. Two that he loved her more than anything, even his own life. Three, that given half a chance they could save one another in more ways than one.



As he handed her a cup of strong tea he stared at the small woman who had managed to thaw so much of his stoic Asian comrade. “Right now Yu is in trouble” he said softly, “Are you ok with that?”



Her green eyes remained fixed on the cup before her, but her lips drew into a thin line and suddenly Lavi found himself staring into bright emerald pools. “No. No, I’m not. No matter what the future holds, I can’t just leave him like this.”



Lavi smiled warmly, “Good to hear. Now we’ve got some information. Lets plan.”



Allen said nothing, merely listened and watched. He was uncertain if they could really trust what Tyki Mikk had told them. But even so, it was something they could not afford to ignore.



“I really don ‘t care one way or another. What she wants has nothing to with the Earl’s plans…so I don’t have to go along with them.” He had said it so casually.



Allen had glared at the Pleasure, “I know what you did to her.”



Much to his surprise Tyki Mikk looked somewhat subdued now, “If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else. At least I could make it as painless as possible…physically”



“Why would you do that?” Allen spat, “You aren’t known for your mercy.”



The Pleasure shrugged, “No I am not. But I am known to be fair. Our poker game remember? I did have to travel with her and she is spirited. I took a liking to her.”



“You raped her!”



“I did” Tyki said then, “But I refused to hurt her or that body…. Much as Kyria insisted otherwise. She didn’t deserve black.”



Allen blinked, “What…what are you saying?”



“I like strong things, strong spirits, strong hearts. I hate to see them broken, even if I often do it myself. Just take the information and do what you like. We‘re even on this one Walker.”



He had turned and strode away, his top hat in place and a devil may care smile on his face. Allen wanted to kill him, but Lavi who had been silent to that point stopped him.



“I don’t think he’s lying” he said at last.



“He’s a bastard”



“I know that. But Allen.. I watched him. His reactions and responses were genuine. At least until he left.”



“What?”



“Do we really have time to sit and ignore it? Yu is out there.”



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“Yu?” a sweet voice. A dulcet tone from the past.



He didn’t bother to look up. Everything here was a lie.



A sigh. “You’re doing it again Yu.”



A softly scented wind whispered around him, and cool hands touched his face tilting his head up.



“Saya?” he whispered. Then he frowned. Saya was dead.



“I’m here but I’m not” she told him. Those eyes so warm and caring like he recalled them strayed to the beads at his wrist.



“I thought real men didn’t care for such things?” she teased lightly.



“Real men respect the feelings of those they love” he replied groggily.



“You have to escape Yu” she said, her voice tinged with urgency.



“Kyria I don’t want to play this game with you. Kill me or don’t. Just leave me the hell alone.”



“She’s not here Yu. Your friends are coming closer, and she intends to kill them. You have to be away from here.”



He smirked, “Clever. Pose as the ghost of my dead sister to try and break me.”



Suddenly Mugen shimmered in his vision. And his innocence pulsed with life as it neared him.



“You didn’t destroy it?”



Saya smiled softly, “She tried, but Mugen is more than your innocence. Mugen is like a part of your soul. As long it holds on, the blade cannot be broken.”



“You miss her” Saya said.



“I failed her.”



“You love her.”



“I’ve lost her.”



“Only if you walk away.”



He closed his eyes, giving into the fatigue that was eating him.



He felt a small tug on his hair and cracked his eyes open. “Hurry.”



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Allen and Lavi raced through the alleyways, eyes alert. Just as Tyki had said, there was a house at the end of the street. A dark, swirling barrier cloaking it. There was so much malice in that dark mist.



The fight to get inside wasn’t as difficult as they had thought. But as they moved lower and lower into the bowls of the house, they met intense resistance. Not only from Akuma but the magicians who could make them. Their bony faces locked in mockery of smiles.





Aleia was fighting at their heels. Her innocence was glowing brightly. She would do this. This one last thing. She couldn’t atone for what had happened. Lavi said it wasn’t her fault but she wasn’t convinced.



But she knew, from painful years. She couldn’t lose another one. Not when she had the power to stop it.



She slashed and shot. Her innocence fluidly changing now, from sword, to bow to staff, as she needed. She kept moving. She could feel him, faintly. Feel Yu.



Her rage and wrath and love and determination spilled from her like palpable waves of fire.