A/N: GASP! An update?! Can it be?! Oh yes, peoples! I updated this one! Finally! I just want to say that none of my stories are dead and they never will be. I love them too much to do that and plus, I know all of you people love them just as much as I do. I'm just really lazy so please forgive me!

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Disclaimer: Dear Kanda, I have possession of your beloved wife-er, sword, Mugen (nevermind the pains I took to steal it). If you wish to see it again in one piece, please renounce yourself as property of Hoshino-sensei. And Allen.

The Insanity Never Ends

Allen was new to the relationship thing, having been busy with... well, saving the world (subjects such as relationships were more of Lavi's territory anyway). Sure, he knew the basics: kisses and hugs and whispers of sweet nothings. He also knew that Kanda wasn't the type to do any of these sweet things on a regular basis (make out sessions did not count as kissing seeing as Allen could hardly comprehend that he was being kissed until he was shoved up against a wall and halfway through being snogged to death). Kanda just wouldn't be Kanda if he did any of those sweet things and Allen accepted that.

Part of the reason he chose Kanda in the first place was that Kanda knew he didn't want promises of forever (living in the Dark Order and fighting akuma did that to a person's morale and will to live), and he didn't want empty words of love (living with Cross Marian did that to a person's morale and will to live). Kanda was a man of action and Allen knew that their love was being shown through the little kisses they shared at night when they went to sleep or when Kanda laced his hand with his under the table during meals.

But still, he knew that some things just weren't healthy in a relationship.

"Kanda?" Allen asked quietly. "Why are you in my knickers drawer?"

With this uttered question, Kanda stopped. His hand froze midway from pulling out one of Allen's white cotton boxers. Dark eyes stared up at him, widening just a fraction.

"Moyashi," Kanda began and stopped as if to compose his thoughts. Allen waited with growing trepidation. He had woken up to a Kanda willing to cuddle (always a good thing) and a delicious breakfast. Then, Kanda had disappeared after breakfast, announcing he had something important to attend to. In the back of his mind, Allen vaguely wondered if this was the "something important" that Kanda had to do.

Some things, Allen knew, just weren't supposed to happen when they were a couple. Stealing underwear was one of them.

"Your underwear is white," Kanda pointed out. Allen raised an elegant eyebrow and he almost laughed if it wasn't for the fact that this was Kanda stealing his boxers.

"Yes, Kanda," Allen replied dryly. He gave his lover a crooked smile. "I've noticed. Now if you could just tell me why your hands are in my boxer drawer, we can be on our merry way and forget all about this incident."

Kanda snorted comically and at least had the decency to turn a bit pink.

"Kanda love," Allen said but then winced when the raven-haired man gave him a questioning look coupled with raised eyebrows. "What the hell are you doing here, stealing my boxers like some panty thief?"

"I am not stealing your boxers," Kanda retorted sharply. Allen let out a sound that came between a gurgle and a gasp. "I'm just getting to know my lover better. Is it a crime nowadays?"

Allen stared at Kanda with wide silver eyes that displayed shock and anger and all the emotions in between. "Through my boxers?!" he sputtered.

Kanda abruptly stood up, boxers in one hand and Mugen in the other. Allen backed away, staring at Kanda warily.

"Allen," he whispered, the tone coming out oddly seductive especially since Kanda had used his given name. The petite boy shivered in anticipation? Fear? He didn't know.

Lips leaned down and gently touched his own. Allen immediately shut his eyes and pressed back eagerly, lacing his hands behind Kanda's neck to steady himself. Arms wrapped around his waist as a hot probing tongue sought entrance. He let a small moan pass through his lips as he parted them willingly. The taste of pine and the earth filled his senses and it wasn't long before he was completely absorbed into the kiss.

They parted gently, breathing harshly between the small space before Kanda planted light chaste kisses on Allen's open lips. Hazy silver eyes stared back adoringly and he reached for more contact.

Before he knew it, Kanda disappeared from his arms and ran down the hall, leaving Allen confused and flushed. And one boxer less than this morning.

This incident was never mentioned again between the two.

--

Throughout the entire week, Allen noticed that some of his possessions went missing: his favorite pen, one of his neck ribbons, a book, and a picture of him and Lavi. The last one had upset him the most.

He never confronted Kanda about this these things though. He didn't think much of it after all. Kanda wasn't the type to steal things. Allen deduced that he was probably borrowing them and he firmly believed that they would be returned to him sooner or later.

Allen knew that relationships were built on trust.

And that was a week ago.

--

And so, Kanda was back here again. The fucking wind was blowing in his face and his hands were bleeding from cuts attained while scaling the exterior of the Order. Tucked under his arms was a book of fairytales that Allen had left in his room the other night and his beloved sword Mugen.

Even if he confessed to the love of his life, Allen Walker, he still refused to be a normal person and use the door. Kanda Yu use a door? Blasphemy. Just because he admitted his love for Allen didn't mean he surrendered himself to using a door.

Slim, calloused fingers touched the windowsill and with a grunt, he pulled himself up until his arms rested on the ledge comfortably.

Allen was awake to his immense pleasure. Kanda allowed himself a moment of just observing the beansprout yawning cutely and reading a book. He tapped lightly on the glass of the window. Allen turned before letting out a scream and jumping out of bed.

He threw open the window and glared at Kanda.

"Kanda?" Allen hissed, stormy grey eyes darting to him and then back to the door. A look of pure paranoia settled on his delicate features. "What are you doing at my window? I thought already to you I love you! What if someone saw you? Or, what if you fell?"

Kanda allowed himself to smirk in amusement. He held up the book of fairytales tauntingly. "You left this in my room the other night."

Allen turned bright red and snatched the book back. He turned around and allowed Kanda to jump into his room. He shut the window behind him, keeping the cold out. Kanda stripped himself until he was only wearing his boxers and settled himself beside Allen in his narrow bed.

Kanda wrapped his arms loosely around Allen and entangled his legs comfortably with the others as the boy was flipping through the pages. Allen brightened and thumbed the dog-eared page gently.

"What childish story are you going to read to me today, moyashi?" Kanda asked fondly. He didn't really like the stories per se. They were full of sickeningly happy endings that were never realistic but he loved hearing Allen's voice and it lulled him to sleep.

These were the moments Kanda loved the most. He loved when Allen's attention was only on him. He loved seeing Allen's bright smile, the real smile that was only reserved for him. It made him feel special to Allen and that was the only thing he needed.

"It's Allen, Bakanda," the boy chided softly but it was more out of habit than anything. "I want to read this one." He pointed to the page's title.

Kanda gave him a rare smile that made Allen's heart flutter. "'Beauty and the Beast' huh? Didn't you read that last night?"

Allen pursed his lips in a pout. "It's my favorite story," Allen argued. Kanda didn't say anything more but he wrapped his arms around Allen a little tighter and closed his eyes as Allen began to narrate in a soft voice.

As Allen finished the story, he peeked at Kanda, watching as he dozed off. Allen let out a little giggle. Kanda looked so peaceful when he was asleep. The mean scowl was gone and he looked relaxed. Settling himself down into the covers, Allen curled himself closer to Kanda and nodded off to sleep.

--

Some things were just not healthy, Allen thought. This is clearly not healthy.

It began when he noticed that during breakfast, people were snickering behind his back. He had gotten his super large order from Jerry and sat down at his usual seat with Lavi and Lenalee. Kanda was still training so it allowed Allen some time to see his friends.

To his confusion, Lenalee was giggling madly and Lavi was just laughing. He turned his head to the table on his right. The people sitting there quickly turned away from him but he could see their shoulders shake from suppressed laughter. He turned his head to the left and noticed that the exact same thing was happening there. He wondered if the Science Department had invented a new (useful) drug or if Komui had done something stupid, like invent a new potion, again.

"Good morning, Lenalee, Lavi," Allen said hesitantly. He sat beside Lavi and picked up his fork.

"G-Good morning, Allen," Lenalee squeaked, biting her lips to stop herself from bursting into a fresh round of giggles.

"Yo, Moyashi-kun!" Lavi hooked his arm around his neck. "I love your new outfit! It's fucking awesome and totally you!" At this, Lenalee laughed without restraint, her head hitting the table to at least muffle it.

Allen cocked his head to the side and his eyebrows raised a margin. He looked down at his grey vest and his black dress pants questioningly. This was the same outfit he had been wearing everyday ever since he came to the Dark Order. It was a different set but there was nothing amiss.

"I'm wearing my normal clothes," Allen deadpanned. Lavi cackled in glee and Allen had to wait until the laughter died down until he could get anything coherent out of him.

"You might want to look at your back in the mirror, my friend," Lavi advised, patting him on the back jovially. Allen gave him a questioning look.

"Trust me," Lavi wiggled his eyebrow conspiratorially.

"Excuse me for a moment," Allen said. Lenalee and Lavi nodded, and Allen raced to the bathrooms. There was steam from the baths, which clouded all the mirrors but he went up to the one of the floor length ones and turned to see the back of his vest. Allen squinted hard and saw that there was indeed something black smudged across the mid-back of his clothing. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away some of the fog. Turning around again, he gasped.

He stripped off his vest and saw that his shirt had the same words scrawled in black ink. The butt of his pants also had the words written in white ink. Fearfully, he stripped to his boxers and nearly screamed from seeing the words written on both the front and back of them.

His boxers and everything else was inscribed with the words "Kanda's Property". How… how did he not notice that?! Then, he remembered that Kanda had dressed him this particular morning because he had been too exhausted to dress himself, let alone to get out of bed.

"KANDA!" Allen shouted, storming around the order in search of Kanda. Allen rarely became outright angry but only Kanda could incite such a fury in him that it was almost appalling. He checked Kanda's room, the training grounds, the forests, and everywhere else.

Everyone in the Order was surprised to see Allen, the most innocent and pure exorcist, flying in a rage across the halls and rooms in search of Kanda.

Allen sighed and opened the door to his room, intent of thinking of ways to make his lover pay.

Allen blanched and went slack-jawed. His room was decorated with dark blues and silvery whites. Pictures of him and Kanda together hung on the walls, covering every inch of space, which struck him as odd. He and Kanda had only been together for a few weeks and Allen couldn't remember when they had taken any pictures. There were even picture of them sleeping in Kanda's room together. How there were so many to begin with remained a mystery to him.

If it weren't for the fact that all of his macabre and occult pictures that reminded him of his beloved Mana were gone, he would have said the design was tastefully done.

"W-What-?" Allen gasped. He stopped, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words.

Allen flinched when he felt himself being pulled back into a strong chest. Large hands held Allen firmly by the hips and warm breath ghosted on the back of his neck.

"Do you like it?" Kanda asked. "I spent the whole morning doing all this, and I asked all the finders to take pictures of us so I could frame them. It took me a hell of a lot of time."

Allen froze. Kanda hated the finders with a passion. He knew that and he found it immensely shocking that Kanda would work with them willingly.

"I love you, beansprout," Kanda said. Allen turned himself so he faced him. He stared into those loving eyes and he knew that there was something wrong.

"Kanda," Allen said slowly. "You're not yourself right now. You're being a tad obsessed about this and it can't be good for you."

"What about it, moyashi?" Kanda asked, holding Allen by the shoulders. "I love you."

"I know," Allen replied. "But this is going overboard." Allen waved to his clothes and to the multitude of pictures. "Maybe we should take a break from each other. You know, until you clear your head."

"What are you saying?" Kanda asked. Dark eyes narrowed and the hold on his hips suddenly became painful. Allen winced.

"Ow, Kanda," Allen ground out. "You're hurting me."

"What do you mean?" Kanda hissed.

"You're being weird about our relationship!" Allen shouted, pulling himself out of Kanda's grip. "I mean, don't you find it weird that you're actually talking to the finders whom you hate or that you've written 'Kanda's Property' on nearly all of my clothing?! You didn't give a damn whether a person died or not and now you're possessing me like I some type of... of thing?!"

"You're mine, beansprout," Kanda said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And it's only natural for me to make sure the only thing you think about is me."

Allen could not relay his shock. This, this was just crazy. Kanda obviously didn't know what he was saying.

"Please leave," Allen whispered. "I might be new to being in a relationship but this isn't how it's supposed to be."

Kanda stared at him with unreadable eyes before heading for the door and closing it behind him. Allen shut his eyes, crying silent tears as he stood in the same spot for a long time.

TBC?

A/N: Kanda, Kanda, Kanda. Tsk tsk. You shouldn't have gone Extreme Home Makeover AND Project Runway on Allen. You know he loves the occult pictures of Mana and his wardrobe too much! For shame, for shame. If you find it weird that Kanda is acting so OOC, he's supposed to. Otherwise, the story would not work.

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