Hello again.

It's been awhile, hasn't it? I've been frolicking around AO3 with my Teen Wolf works.

Good to be home.

It's been two years since I stared writing on this sight...Time flies.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM

Enjoy~

Finally, finally...he would get to deliver the death Tyki had earned. That he'd wanted to deliver on that night when it had turned on Allen

"Come to join the party, Mr Kanda?" Tyki said as Kanda shoved down the door, katana raised.

"Less of a party and more of your funeral, Noah." He spat, Tyki's head turning from where he watched the moon outside the large window.

"Now now, Mr Kanda. Surely we can be civil enough to use names? I'm not quite fond of that term. I'd prefer Mr Mikk if you would be so kind. Respect for your elders and all that." He said, gesticulating his words with a poised flick of the hand.

"Well, I'll have you know I don't give a shit about you or the fact that you are technically my elder. I don't exactly fit anywhere in time, Noah. So you could say that has a large input to my not caring." He said, almost snarling his words.

"Oh, and why are you so superior to time, Mr Kanda? And I do insist that you stop with the name calling."

"I'm not superior, Noah. Just because I don't fit into it doesn't mean I'm superior. Just like you. You're different to the rest of human kind, but that doesn't make you superior."

"You say I'm not superior? You say all humans can do this!?" Tyki yelled, anger making a explosive appearance. He stepped through the chair he was sitting on, moving closer to Kanda.

Kanda didn't even flinch, his anger and revenge burning in his veins and leaving him in a state of calm. Because he was beyond red hot rage...beyond the point where he could scream and rip things apart.

He was so much more gone...and yet he wasn't. He was completely calm. Stable. Grounded. And it made him pleased...because he would be able to feel everything so much clearer.

Including Tyki's death.

"Maybe. But you will fall when the humans do. Because you are still human. Still relying on the earth to rotate on its axis. Still relying on the sun to rise everyday. All you Noah's are doing is killing yourselves."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. But luckily for you, you won't have to live that long."

"Won't I, exorcist?" Tyki said, barely a meter from Kanda, a creepy smile on his face. Kanda couldn't wait to rip him apart. Tear that jaw back so far that his mouth spilt and the skin shredded. Until his skull broke away from his jawbone.

"Yes." Was all he said.

And then they were at each other tooth and nail.

Block, parry, strike. Block, parry, strike. Kanda repeated the movements, watching and waiting for a falter in Tyki's defence.

Fight wore on, and soon Kanda lost his weapon in favour of hand to hand fighting. Up close, personal and vicious. They destroyed the room around them, table smashing under their weight and Tyki threw Kanda on top of it. Kanda rolled to the side as Tyki came down with his hand. Tyki went through it, but Kanda grabbed his head and smashed the pretty vase, the one that had adorned the table, against it.

Tyki jumped back, not expecting to be injured. He looked slightly shocked, putting a hand to his head as it came away black. Oozing darkness like tar.

Kanda hissed at him threateningly, jumping from the table and launching himself at him. They rolled, punching and dodging and kicking. Kanda knew if Tyki was not distracted he could easily put his fist through Kanda and rip something vital out when he changed form.

But Kanda's plan entitled him being as distracting with possible until he found a weakness he could exploit.

And it was working well...Until Tyki managed to change form just in time to rip a chunk of tissue from Kanda's side, tearing his coat in the process. Kanda flinched at the wound, but barely tore his gaze from Tyki. It didn't matter, he would heal.

Nothing mattered. Who cared anyway? It was just another petal. Another part of his lotus that was falling apart. He didn't care. Didn't care if his lotus was falling and crumbling.

Because it was just going to be joining the rest of him, spiralling down to hell.

"What a monster you have become, Exorcist" Tyki said. Watching Kanda's wound close only a moment after Tyki inflicted it.

Kanda only snarled viciously, a sinister smirk stretching wide across his lips.

He knew he wasn't a monster, at least not in the way Tyki thought. But, if Tyki insisted...

So he would be.

Kanda kept forwards, slipping under Tyki's guard to sweep out his feet from under him, his right leg knocking the back of Tyki's knees.

Tyki's body worked the same way as a humans did. And Kanda knew his way around those muscles and bones. The way they stretched and moved and bended.

And he also knew how they broke.

Tyki stumbled, caught off guard by the sudden change of tactic. And that was all Kanda needed. He brought Tyki forward with the force, gripping his skull and turning to his side to slam Tyki's head onto the wood next to his left foot.

Tyki's head slammed hard, his skull went through the floorboards three inches, snapping and splintering the wood. Kanda hissed with pleasure at the sound it made.

He couldn't wait to destroy him. To tear him apart, inside and out. Flesh from bone and body from mind. He couldn't wait to break him.

Break him like he broke Allen.

Both matched in poweress and skill. But Kanda had one thing Tyki didn't.

God damned, bone deep stubbornness.

...and maybe a little bit of love. Just a smidgen.

But you could bet your life that those words would never leave his mouth.

"Burn in hell, monster." He hissed in Tyki's ear, his head held between Kanda's hands. Blood ran down both their faces, clothes torn and blood soaked from all the times they were wounded and healed. Over and over.

Kanda's tattoo was covering his whole chest now, winding obsidian trendils cutting across the planes of his skin like the curling stems of a fast growing weed.

He could feel everything he had slowly withering away as it grew. And it should have scared him. Should make him stop in fear for his own life.

But he didn't give a shit.

Not anymore.

Because he was supposed to die before Allen. That was the way it was supposed to go. Time demanded it to end that way. It was supposed to be set in stone, set firmly in time.

But they were the opposite of chronological.

Time was against Kanda. Was against him his whole life, and even now. He was going to die soon. Very soon.

And he didn't think it would be so bad.

But, still. It had to wait. Allen had to wait for him for just a few more hours.

He had to finish this first...Finish him.

So Allen would finally be free. Vengeance be served. Time be reset, back to the way it should have been. Allen would be free, allowed to move on peacefully.

And so would he.

Tyki's body fell with a wet slap. Joining the puddle of blood that covered the floor. Both black and red. It was an equal fight.

And he should be happy. Should be relived now that this dark stain on the world was gone. Kanda should be dancing or parading down the streets.

...but the only thing he could do was cry.

Curl up in the pools of blood and stare blankly at the roof, tears running down his face. Cry the same tears that Allen did when he died on the floor below.

Tears of somebody that had nothing left.

Because now there was nothing left to motivate him. Nothing left to occupy his mind and keep it from straying to the reason he was doing this all. Now all he could do was sit and think. Think about everything and everyone.

Think about Allen.

The bright smile on his face when they first met. Holding hand out to Kanda. The tears he cried on his first mission, but the fierceness behind them that had left Kanda reeling. The determination in his eyes when he was protecting the Singing Doll. The fight in his body when he fought against Tyki.

...the light leaving his eyes when he died in Kanda's arms.

All he could to was lay there, think...and cry.

Because now he had nothing left to fight for.

"I'm sorry." Komui said quietly, voice deafening in the large but empty room. The grand hall was forlorn, somber and quiet. The funeral was over. Everyone had left. Last words said and blessings given. Kanda stayed behind, waiting.

He didn't have the strength to go back to his room and die alone.

And besides, he prefer to be by the side of the only one that had truly understood him.

"Don't be...there is so shame in dying" Kanda said, turning away from the reserved and broken man. He didn't really care about the man's pain, sue him. He couldn't bring himself to give a shit about anything anymore

Not when Allen lay dead in the glass coffin.

He heard the man leave as he approached Allen's body. Looking so angelic and delicate in the stream of light that cradled his coffin, lighting him from the massive stained glass windows above.

And of course his coffin was frick'n glass. Of course. They'd laid him on a bed of roses, in full bloom and crimson against his pale features. He had three roses in his hands, the vibrant red petals far too bright against his colourless complexion.

His white suit covered the thin line that stretched across his chest, stitched neatly together.

Kanda stood next to the glistening clear coffin, staring down at Allen's dead body. From behind, he could have looked like he was simply looking down at Allen, emotionless and expressionless.

But he wasn't.

His chest ached, with all the things he needed to say. All the emotions he needed to tell.

But, if he was honest...even if he had all the time in the world, he wouldn't have said them anyway.

He didn't talk much. Silent and stoic. But that was where Allen came in. Filling up the empty space his presence failed to fill.

And now everything felt so empty.

The light shined off his coffin, lighting up his greyscale features so he almost looked alive. But Kanda wasn't fooling anyone. Not even himself.

Because if Allen had been alive, he never would have been that still. Kanda stood there in the light with him. Staring down at his blank face and closed eyes.

And the world had never felt this dark.

Despite the angelic light upon them. Despite the light that filled the room and reflected of his coffin...

Kanda's heart felt cold and dark.

He was empty. Broken. There was no drive within him. No will to fight anymore. There was no light to guide him. Not anymore.

He was alone in the darkness that consumed his soul, from the inside.

Kanda felt the pain within him roll through him again and again. But he simply stood, watching...waiting.

It wouldn't be so bad if Allen was the last thing he saw.

Because they had been so similar, hadn't they? So complex and different, like the sun and the moon. But somehow, they just did.

They understood each other, bound together by the same circumstance.

A tether between them, so aching formed and hard fought against. The bond that had become so strong, building a resistance against attacks from the outside and from them themselves.

And yet it had been broken so simply.

He felt empty. The Moon without his Sun to light him up inside. To help him complete his work, do his job. The Sun wasn't there to be reflected through him. To make everything so beautiful and bright.

He was useless now.

Just floating in the dark.

But soon he wouldn't need to worry about that. Because he wouldn't be there either. Screw you world, figure it out yourself.

Kanda had better places to be.

Sudden and unexpected pain ripped through Kanda, like getting stabbed in the back. And, he knew what that felt like.

He staggered forward, slumping over Allen's coffin.

He braced his hands on the surface, looking down at Allen's porcelain face only a few inches away, separated by the glass.

It hurt. A lot. His heart and his body. But he stayed, blank faced and accepting. He had known this was going to happen.

So he just let it.

Let the pain run through him, waves crashing on him one after the other. He stayed, until his legs gave out and his hands on the coffin was his only support.

Ironic that Allen would be his support in dying, just like Kanda had been for him. Holding him up and letting him go.

But Allen wasn't here to see him through it.

So he had to let himself go. Let all thoughts of things left unfinished float from his mind. Embrace whatever lay ahead.

He didn't think he would go to heaven. Allen was there, though. He was.

Because if there was anything Kanda knew, it was that Allen was good. Deep within him, despite the abuse his body had sustained.

His heart was good and pure.

...What other guy tried to save everyone, even his enemies?

So Kanda believed with all his being that Allen was there. Laying in the clouds.

Him on the other hand, he didn't know. He might go to hell. He might go nowhere, because, after all, he was only made. He shouldn't exist to begin with.

But even if he did go to hell. It would be fine.

Because Allen would still be his mirror. Looking down at him from his bed of clouds as Kanda lay on his bed of nails. Still be the Sun to his Moon.

Allen would be free. And so would he, in his own way.

Because his freedom was a byproduct of Allen's. As long as Allen was free, so would he.

In his heart.

And that was all that mattered.

Because Allen could float, soaring and drifting on his wings of gold. And Kanda would just follow him, mirror his movements from below.

He would follow Allen everywhere.

Even in death.

...Because he was always going to be Allen's shadow.

Kanda huffed against the glass, his full weight resting on Allen's coffin. It fogged for a moment, before clearing.

"You're still a Moyashi, Allen." He smirked. And it was okay that Allen didn't reply. That he didn't huff in distain and explode with a rant that included "BaKanda" somewhere.

It was okay.

It was all okay now.

Allen was dead. And it was okay. He was alone, but that was okay. Because they'd be together soon. Maybe not in distance but in heart.

Because even if they were separated by heaven and hell, Kanda would still find him.

He'd would always find him.

Kanda felt his vision going, Allen's face darkening before him. His limbs tingled, nerves short circuiting because he couldn't move them.

And it was all okay.

Kanda closed his eyes, resting his head against the glass with a smile on his face.

Because Kanda found him.