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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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Niamh has discovered that sometimes she can�t fit everything she wants to in one chapter. And it sucks.

In other words, I was planning on writing EVERY part of Christmas and posting it ALL at once, but then I realized that that�s at least 7k words of material, and you guys don�t need a random chapter that�s that long when you�re used to my 2.5k-3.5kers. Heck, this is already pretty darn long without A/Ns.

I love you all lots! Happy Holidays! I promise to try and get the rest of Christmas out before Christmas!

Disclaimer: I don�t know D.Gray-man. If I did� I would be sure to start a discussion board about all of the crazy allusions.

WARNING: Hmm� not much. Some cuteness� awkwardness� maybe a tiny bit of ooc� but none of it�s that far fetched. Oh, AND PRETTY OBVIOUS BOY�S LOVE.
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The First Exchange

�Sabe-chan, you can�t tell me to not be quiet and pensive and then go do it yourself a few weeks later.� Lavi tried to look at the blonde but found it hard with her hanging over his shoulders.

�Since when do you call me Sabe?�

�Since you threw up on me.�

�Oh.�

Despite having reached land the previous day she was still suffering the side effects of her sea sickness. She claimed to feel better, to see fine, but her walking ability claimed otherwise. So until she had eaten her weight in food she was relegated to Lavi�s back � which she only half-minded. It was too easy to hear him thinking when he touched her.

She had pasted out from fatigue after nearly ruining their boots. Lavi never told her what had happened exactly, but she had awoke to find Tyki gone and him napping at her bedside, without his headband, the marks on his wrists and neck plainly seen in his clean white shirt. It had taken all of her will to wake him and tell the others all was well without so much as frowning.

But it was getting easier. The more she watched Kanda and Allen be happy together, the easier it seemed to become.

Allen held Kanda�s hand in his, desperate to broach three subjects but not sure which to bring up first. He was more than excited about Kanda�s Christmas present � because he had thought about it and Kanda was going to love it � yet he wanted to ask him about living arrangements, and he also wanted to know if they were just going to walk in hand in hand. He kind of liked that idea, but it scared him. After what Lenalee had said about pictures he was kind of worried that coming in touching would lead to loud squealing and giggling and a few male members of the Order demanding that the two keep their PDA to an ultimate minimum. He didn�t particularly want to face that on Christmas morning.

�Love�� He said quietly as they came to the canal that would take them inside of the tower. �I�ve been meaning to ask you if�we�re just going to�you know��

Kanda turned to him, blinking his deep sapphire eyes with that same old glare in them, an eyebrow raised. �Che, spit it out Moyashi.�

�Just walk in like this and wait for people start asking why we�re touching each other.� Allen finished. The Japanese man stopped walking but did not let go of the smaller boy�s hand. Instead, he pulled him closer, planting his lips firmly on Allen�s without so much as a blink of an eyelid. His lover was surprised at first, but soon he had taken hold of his shirt collar and was lifting himself on his toes to deepen their contact. It lasted for a longer than Allen thought it would, and parting left him breathless.

�Ewwwww�� Lavi groaned.

�Woot!� Sable squeed.

�Baka Moyashi-kun,� Kanda frowned furiously at him. �If they ask questions they�ll get answers. What do we care if they don�t like them?� His arms had fallen around the younger Exorcist�s waist so that his fingers drifted down to wear his pockets might have been if not for his over large jacket.

Allen grinned at him before pecking him lightly on the lips. �Good point.�

�Oi! Love birds!� Sable called from her perch on Lavi�s back. �Mr. Weaksauce here can�t carry my fat butt and drive the boat at the same time, so c�mon!� The redhead scowled at the weak comment but didn�t argue. Kanda and Allen smiled at each other with small, knowing smiles, and started for the boat.
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�Merry Christmas!� Lenalee greeted them the moment the four were in the doors. She had her dark hair up in a pair of happy little pigtails with sparkly bits of garland twirled around the bands that held them. She was hugging her clipboard impossibly tight to her chest, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. Sable thought she had too much energy for one person in that little body of hers.

�Merry Christmas,� Allen smiled back at her, gracing her with one of those heart warming expressions that now made Kanda want to melt. Instead he just tightened his grip on the boy�s hand, amazed that the cheery Chinese girl had not yet noticed it.

Lavi grinned at her playfully and returned the greeting as well. Sable waved from her place on his back and groaned with less enthusiasm.

It was then, before she could demand to know everything that happened on their trip, that she noticed the hands. She also noticed that Sable wasn�t standing on her own. Her happiness was somewhat dimmed by the second fact, but the first required attention immediately � and perhaps a bit of squealing glee on her part.

�Allen-kun,� She said almost stoically. The two hadn�t spoken since the day he had called to tell them of their new developments. For all she knew, the two of them hadn�t touched each other sense. �Are you and Kanda-san�h-h-holding hands?� As she said the words a light blush spread across her cheeks. Allen had to smile at her when she did that, just because it was so very much what he had expected from her.

�Yes.�

�And he�s not threatening you?�

�No.�

�Then�then�then!� She was absolutely crimson now, �Who�s the seme!?�

If he hadn�t been so very happy in that moment, Allen might have smacked himself in the forehead with his palm.

�Honestly�� He looked at Kanda and Kanda looked at him, they both shrugged.

�He is.� They pointed and said in unison. Kanda pulled Allen to him, glaring down his nose and pressing their bodies together. The British boy�s hands came to rest on his upper arms, his fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt.

�Is that so, Moyashi-kun?� He asked huskily, leaning downward. �That�s not how I remember it.�

Allen smiled a little at him before taking Kanda in a long kiss, the three watchers for the moment forgotten for the sake of his pet name. His right hand slid around the back of his lover�s neck and his left hand traveled the distance to his back, forcing them yet closer. When Kanda�s lips parted he slid his tongue in easily, relishing in the warmth, amazement slowly filling him as he realized how wonderful kissing had become. It wasn�t like before, when he had to think about where he wanted to touch and what Kanda wanted to feel, it was as natural to him as breathing.

When they parted, two heady sighs escaped the female members of their forgotten audience.

The Chinese girl gaped. �You can�t mean�Allen�ohmygoodness!� She whirled to face the British boy, bowing lowly, her squee silenced for the moment. �I�m sorry! I never would have thought that you had it in you!�

�It�s� not like what you�re thinking�� He tried to explain from Kanda�s arms. �He is the seme, he just doesn�t know enough yet.�

Kanda laid his head on top of Allen�s, looking content. �And I�m fine not knowing enough.�

�I wish I had my camera��

Kanda sighed. This was all taking up horrendous amounts of time. �Che. If you�re done fangirling we have reports to make. And Sable might want to head down to the infirmary.�

Sable rolled her eyes. �I do not need to be poked and prodded. I need food.�

�To the cafeteria then,� Lavi sighed. �Shall we all make our reports, take showers, get fresh clothes, and meet someplace for presents?�

Lenalee nodded. �You should all come to my room, being it�s clean, fresh, and my gifts are rather large this year. How long do you think it will take for you guys to get done?�

�An hour.�

�A half an hour.�

�An hour and a half.�

Lenalee grinned at the four of them. �Just come whenever you�re ready then. And� I�m really glad that you�re all home.�
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The Li sister bounced away to her room still smiling, her boots clacking on the floor until she came inside. She had redecorated somewhat, mostly out of boredom, partly out of inspiration. Her curtains were green, the new rug matched them, and she had had the old issued bedspread replaced with something softer and more fitting of her theme. Over all the place looked darker, but she liked it more all the same.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, checking to be sure that the garland was still in place, before going to her bed and dragging her presents from beneath it. She loved Christmas. It was always so wonderful to see her friends and loved ones smile because of something she had given them, because of something she had done. It all just made the world seem brighter. When two bags, a box, and a rather mushy ball of something wrapped in paper were placed on the floor in front of her bed, she elected to wait quietly for them, even though she could hardly contain her excitement.

I can�t believe it, She sighed, sitting down on her bed. We did it. We got them together. Mission accomplished!
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When Lavi went off to take Sable to the cafeteria and Lenalee headed out to be sure her room was prepared, Kanda and Allen made their report to Komui. The two spoke about everything indifferently, saying nothing about what had happened between them out of fear of the other�s wish for silence. There fears were unfounded though � the scientist had learned everything that Lenalee knew when she had demanded the return of her camera � because he wasn�t just going to give her that valued piece of technology without knowing what it was used for.

The girl had spilled her guts easily. Komui, however, did not tell them that he knew.

When they were finished, Allen�s thoughts returned to his last two concerns: living arrangements and presents. It would not have bothered him so much if the second were not dependant on the first. The more he thought about it though, the less he felt like bringing it up � because he didn�t just want to assume things. When the two of them came to the turn from which point Kanda lived right and Allen lived left, there was no avoiding it anymore, and his pace slowed until his boots were still against the hard floor. Kanda looked back at him when his arm snagged back.

�What is it, Moyashi?� He asked, swinging his hair out behind him.

Allen�s feet shifted for a moment. �Er� I was just uh�well��

�Che. Can you say anything without groaning for a half hour first?�

�Yes.�

�No, you moan up to that one too.�

Allen blushed until the tips of his ears were crimson. �I just don�t want to jump to conclusions!� His fist tightened on the handle of his suitcase as he spoke. �But if you want me to, I will.�

Kanda gave him a smirking kind of frown that was filled with nothing but affection. He turned to face him. �Jump.�

�Should I be turning left, or right?�

Kanda lifted an eyebrow at him.

�My room is left, yours is right, so should I be going to my room or yours?� There. It was out. It was dangling in the wind, flapping in the breeze, vibrating through the air until it came to Kanda�s eardrums. The British boy was expecting the samurai to call him stupid and send him to his own room, because even if they loved each other they still needed places to be alone. But that was not what was said.

�Well, Moyashi-kun,� Kanda�s voice was steady. �I have something to give you, so would you like it now, or later?�

He blinked for a minute, stupefied by those simple words. His recovery was quick though, even if he was feeling a little disappointed by that. Did Kanda not understand what he was asking? �Now, if you want.�

The Japanese Exorcist shook his head as they started off again. Sometimes, he just thinks too hard�

And then there was his last thought. It was still there, beneath the surface of Allen�s mind, gnawing at his ideas and making him nervous. He had come up with the idea when they had coupled on the floor, and since then it had refused to leave him alone. So he had taken time, money, and all of his skills at stealth to �create� his gift, and the resulting thing was almost too much to think about with Kanda�s hand in his. Sweat broke out on the palms of his hands and warmth began to spread from the middle of his chest outward, a thousand little butterflies leapt to life in his stomach and his feet tried to carry him faster. When they came to Kanda�s door he was almost overcome with excitement.

Kanda�s room was sparse and clean. Nothing was out of place and nothing was decorative � it was if the man lived with his eyes shut to the beauty he could have placed there. Yet, despite how very little color there was, there was still a shelf of books with titles Allen couldn�t read, and in the middle of his low table a lotus incased in glass.

�I have a lotus flower in my room at headquarters.� He had said at their first shared lunch table. Allen had never imaged it to be something like that. Next to it though, was something he hadn�t expected; a stack of delicately thin paper, a pen, and calligraphy brushes � just the thing one would need for letter writing.

His lover, who was very used to his own room, sauntered in and placed his suitcase on the bed, flicking the latches with experienced fingers and pulling out his soiled clothes. They had both put in requests for new jackets, so he threw the old one aside, marking it as something to be thrown out the next time garbage was collected. Without so much as glancing over to see if Allen had come in, he picked up his filthy clothes and dumped them unceremoniously in the bedside hamper, went back again to pull out his extra boots, a sharpening stone, a brush, a comb, and all manner of other small things. He went about putting each in its place before he turned back to the white haired boy standing in his door way.

�Che, don�t just stand there, Moyashi.�

�S-sorry.� He stammered, looking again at the pristine quality of the room. He felt that just stepping on the immaculate rug would mar its purity. But he did it anyway. Kanda was telling him to.

�It�s just my room, Moyashi-kun.�

�Uh huh��

�Che,� Kanda sighed and turned back to his suitcase, reaching in and pulling out a small white box that was slightly longer than it was wide, perhaps an inch in depth. He held it for a long moment before he offered it to the younger boy, eyes averted.

�What is it?�

The Japanese man swallowed hard. In a small voice he whispered, �Merry Christmas.�

Allen blanched. �You� got me something.�

�It�s not the end of the world.�

�I just didn�t expect it.�

His dark blue eyes came up and sparkled at Allen, almost daring. �I told you to expect it, didn�t I?� There was something oddly dangerous about his voice. Allen knew that not taking the box would be either rape or death, and he was sure both would ruin his present for sure. I just� can�t believe he got me something� he�s Kanda!

Shaking he took hold of the little paper box, setting his suitcase gently on the black rug on the floor. With extreme caution he pulled it open. His silver eyes went wide. Inside, lying on a bed of cotton puffs was a long blue silk ribbon, identical in size to the red one that now hung from Kanda�s hair. It had a slight shine in the overhead light, the kind that made him want to run his fingers across it, the kind of glimmer that reminded him of Kanda�s eyes. He picked it up gently, almost as if he was afraid to unwind it, and gasped when something fell back into the box � something that had been wound up in the bottom of it.

A key.

He looked at it for a moment, perplexed. �Wha��

�And happy birthday,� Kanda said hurriedly. �I think sixteen is old enough for something like that. And for making up your mind about keeping it.�

�Is this��

�Yeah,� He nodded. �It works on the door.�

�You mean� you want me to��

Kanda shrugged at him. �Che, Sable said it, didn�t she? We have to live together, or something. It�s not like I�m asking you to marry me, if that�s what you�re thinking.�

�Marry�� Allen�s head fell to the side as it was overwhelmed with thought. He found it very hard to believe any of it. A key. He had a key to Kanda�s room in his hand. And if he wanted it to be, it would be his key, the key to their room, shared, both of theirs, not just Kanda�s. �You mean� you want me to stay with you?�

His lover smiled at him, the expression made him feel warm despite the two feet of space between them. �Would I give it to you if I wanted otherwise?�

Allen had no answer. For a moment he just stood there, with the ribbon and the key and his expression of disbelief, the blood pounding in his ears. He had been so very worried about rejection, so afraid that Kanda would tell him they needed separate rooms and could just visit each other, that holding the key in his hand was almost ethereal. When he came back to himself though he was happy beyond reason � and more than prepared to give the gift he had prepared.

�Thank you, Love.� He tucked the key and ribbon deep into his pocket.

�Hn.�

�My turn?� He asked as he bent to his luggage. The lack of an answer did not stop him from throwing the lid open and reaching in among his dirty clothes to come out with a shirt draped around a lump of suspicious looking objects, his cheeks blazing as he brought them out. �I� didn�t have time to wrap it but�� He bent his head low and offered up his gifts, doing all he could to mimic what Lavi had taught him about polite Japanese behavior. �Dozo yuroshiku!�

Kanda blinked at him for a moment, curious as to why he would say something like that now. Normal people said that after introductions. Even so, he took hold of the odd lump and stoically lifted the white fabric from it, less than half enthusiastic about seeing what waited for him. When he took it Allen remained bent low, his eyes screwed shut against whatever reaction his lover would give him.

�Are you serious?� Kanda asked softly.

�Would I give it to you if I wanted otherwise?� There might have been mischief in his voice.

The Japanese man grinned lopsidedly at the objects in his hands, a chuckle bubbling up out of his throat. Wrapped up in Allen�s garment had been the two things he had thought least likely on earth to be there, and it made him want to laugh. It also made him want to admit that Allen was a master of irony. After all, who else would be clever enough to give him a belt and a bottle of honey?

Lavi.

�We�ll be late if we do this.�

Allen�s head tilted back slightly as he looked up at Kanda, still bowing despite the motion. �Well, don�t let it change your mind but�� He held up his left hand, the massage oil held between his fingers. �This fell out of the wrapping.�
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Don�t wanna make it any longer than it is� so� YAY!! Yullen is a coming!! And I LOVE YOU READERS!!

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