Hey guys...

I am sorry I haven't updated anything; my dearest computer, Nessie, died and I lost everything. So now that I finally have a new laptop, Rin, I'm gonna try to rewrite everything again. This is actually based on a dream I had a while ago, and while telling people about it, I realized it would make an intresting fanfic, so here it is.

The sun had just set over the horizon, taking all form of light with it as the moon took its rightful place in the stygian sky. Storm clouds were rolling in as the cool November wind picked up; thunder could be heard a couple miles away, as the lightning lit up the dark alley way. Not long after the first strike of lightning, cold rain began to shower the city in an attempt to wash away all the sins from the previous night. Thunder roared across the sky, making a wounded Asian flinch every time the sound was made.

Kanda sat near the entrance of the alley; his long black hair was drenched with rain as it pooled around his shoulders; the rubber band he was using to hold up his hair had finally snapped. The Asian's face was a mask of both pain and irritation; he bit his lip at every strike of lightning, groaned with every sound that came from the alley, flinched with the booming of the thunder, and panted heavily as he felt his blood ooze through his fingers as he held the wound on his abdomen. His dark coat was stained with a dark crimson that belonged to not only himself, but the person who had cause the wound. The gash across his abdomen wasn't deep enough to be fatal, but it was long, running from one side to the other, and it would not stop bleeding. The rain was making his body feel numb; he was cold and could not stop shivering. With each strike of lightning his wound throbbed more. Kanda gritted his teeth in annoyance as he sat there, allowing the rain to pour down on him like needles. He wouldn't be in this stupid situation if he hadn't put down his guard, even for a second; if he had been more careful, he wouldn't be the one sitting under the rain with blood running through his fingers.

As the time went by, the rain only poured down harder. Soon enough, Kanda had lost track of time. He was sure that he was going to wind up dead in this alley, and what a stupid way to die. Kanda took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and hung his head; his drenched hair moving to enclose him in a safe little haven from the water. Kanda's breathing was becoming labored as he sat there in the cold.

"Hey, sir, are you alright? You shouldn't be sitting out here in the rain."

Kanda hardly heard the voice. He did notice the rain had stopped, though, as he looked up at the figure in front of him, he realized it hadn't. Standing over him was a boy, around the age of fifteen, sixteen even. In the darkness, all Kanda could make out were the boys soft, gray eyes that showed concern for him. The boy was holding a large black umbrella, which was now over Kanda so the rain wouldn't hit him. In his other hand, the boy was holding a bag of groceries. When Kanda didn't answer, the boy kneeled down in front of him; he allowed the white plastic bag to move to his wrist so he could touch Kanda's cheek more freely.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

The boy's voice was angelic, like an angel sent from heaven to save Kanda. The Asian reached up with his free hand to grab the boy's wrist. His fingers were cold, shaky and numb; he couldn't feel over half his body. The boy's eyes wandered from Kanda's pained expression down to where Kanda was holding his wound. A flash of lightning allowed the boy to see the gash and the blood oozing out of the wound. His eyes widened in realization and he stood up again, Kanda's hand still gripping his wrist, making him drop the bag he was holding.

"I'll call for an ambulance, you're hurt." The boy said, as he reached for his coat pocket.

"No…" Kanda forced out; he looked up at the boy again with pained eyes. "No hospital…"

The boy stared down at Kanda for a while, and then kneeled down in front of him again. "Alright… But let me help you." The boy said softly as he moved closer to Kanda, moving Kanda's arm over his shoulder and placing his hand on Kanda's back to help him stand. "My apartment is close by." The boy said as he made Kanda lean on him. Kanda was a lot heavier than he looked; he almost knocked the boy down. He made sure he had a tight grip on Kanda as he held the umbrella and groceries with one hand, and Kanda with the other.

The boy began to lead Kanda away from the alley. As they walked, Kanda simply stared down at wet ground, watching as droplets of blood fell from his fingers. He could feel himself about ready to pass out, and if it wasn't for the boy holding him and leading him somewhere he would have. He felt the boy's grip tighten on him as they reached a set of stairs, that's when Kanda realized they had entered an apartment complex. They were standing under a roof, but the wind was pushing the rain towards them anyway.

"Please, bear with this a little more; my apartment is on the second floor." The boy said as he began to help Kanda walk up the stairs. They slowly made their way to the second floor, all the while being careful not to force Kanda into a position that would hurt him even more. Once they reached their destination, the bright red door that was across from the stairs, the boy set the bag of groceries down and helped Kanda lean against the wall. Kanda watched as the boy closed the umbrella and reached into his coat pocket and took out his keys.

Now that they were under a dim yellow light, Kanda was able to make out the boys features. The boy, strangely enough, had white hair that reached around his shoulders. His wide gray eyes were like a pool of liquid silver; shining under the dim light with both worry and nervousness. The boy was pale, but still had a hint of pink in his smooth porcelain skin. The only thing that seemed to disturb Kanda was the odd scar on the boy's left cheek. Other than the long black coat that the boy wore, he had on black jeans, boots and white gloves. Compared to him, Kanda was rather under dressed. Kanda only had on the coat that was splattered with blood, a thin tank top underneath, and jeans that were most likely ruined from the blood and rain; his black boots were covered with mud and blood.

The boy opened the door, picked up the bag and umbrella and walked inside. A couple seconds later, he walked out without his coat on and helped Kanda into the house. He kicked the door closed and helped a limping Kanda over to the couch. The boy laid Kanda down; not caring at the moment that the couch was now drenched in water from Kanda's wet clothes. He smiled down at the Asian as he began to remove Kanda's coat and ruined tank top; he instantly noticed the unique tattoo decorating the Asian's chest. He placed the ruined clothes on the floor and hurried over to the bathroom to get the first aid kit along with a couple towels to dry Kanda. When he got back to the Asian, Kanda's eyes were closed; his face was a mask of pain. The boy set the towels and first aid kit down, then hurried over to the kitchen to grab a bowl and filled it with water. He returned to the Asian's side and began to clean the blood off Kanda. He sat Kanda up a bit and dried the Asian's chest and abdomen before wrapping the bandages around the wound.

Kanda opened his eyes as the boy laid him back down. He felt his hair being moved and his head being wrapped in something warm. In his haze he saw the boy moving his hands down to his pants and began to remove them. He reached over and grabbed the boy's hand tightly, quickly stopping them from taking his wet pants off. "What… are you… doing?" Kanda asked weakly. He hated how pathetic he sounded.

"Oh. I need to get you out of these wet clothes, or else you'll catch a cold." The boy smiled innocently down at him that Kanda couldn't help but remove his tight grim and let the boy do what he wished. His boots were removed and his pants followed suit soon after. Kanda shivered as the cold breeze in the room brushed over his wet skin.

"I'm sorry, you must be cold right? I'll dry you up… but… I'm gonna have to remove your boxers as well…" The boy said with a blush he tried to hide with his bangs, even though the Asian clearly wasn't paying attention to him.

"That's…fine…." Kanda mumbled softly, not caring if the boy heard him or not. Soon he felt the waistband of his boxers being moved downward. He glanced at the boy's face to see it turn a bright red; even in the haze he had, Kanda could tell how much the boy's cheeks were burning, he could feel the boy's hands shaking as he slid his boxers down his legs. A small smirk made its way to Kanda's lips as he closed his eyes again.

The boy grabbed the last dry towel that was lying on the floor and begun to dry Kanda's lower half. His intense blush wasn't leaving and became worse as he moved lower. He lifted one of Kanda's legs so he could dry the underside of it, and then repeated his actions with the other. As he moved away from Kanda to pick up the bloodied towels and bowel of water, a hand gripping his shirt stopped him.

"…name…."

"Huh?" The boy looked back at Kanda, who had closed his eyes again.

"What's… your name…?"

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Allen."

"Kanda…"

"Excuse me…?"

"My name… It's Kanda…"

The boy smiled warmly down at Kanda. "It's nice to meet you, Kanda." Kanda only grunted a response, so Allen made his way to the kitchen. He set the bowl down on the counter, then dropped the soiled towels in the trash bin. He then made his way to his room to look for some clothes the Asian could fit in. After a while of searching through his closet, he found some of his Master's old clothes: large black pajama pants and a long sleeved white shirt. He picked the items up and walked back to Kanda, who appeared sound asleep. Trying not to wake the other, Allen moved slowly as he dressed the Asian; pants first. He removed the towel he had placed around Kanda's hair to slip the shirt on, and then moved Kanda's arms to their proper sleeves.

Kanda, even in his sleep, could feel someone dressing him. He would have jumped and attacked the person on any normal circumstance, but he was too tired and weak to care. Something told him that this Allen kid wouldn't hurt him. For now he'll allow the boy to help him. Maybe he'll get something out of this act of kindness.

Again, million apologiez out there. I'll try to update as soon as I can. But for now, tell me how the first chapter is? :3 I think it came out pretty well. I like it anyway. XD

I'll try to update soon! Promise!

~SaYa

- K A N D A