A/N: So this was an idea I had a long time ago, but never really put to words until now. Allen is a she in this story, and it may or may not be Yullen. I'm not sure. Sorry of the long absence as well, funny that I was having writers block with my drabbles…

Anyway please read, review and enjoy.

silverdragon

Ten by Yellowcard

Kanda was sitting on the couch in his apartment, drinking and thinking of the date. August 6th, his daughter would have been ten today, but that wasn't meant to be. Looking at a photo of a cute little two year old he let the tears fall as he remembered.

He'd been on a tour of the world, doing what he did best, sword fighting. He'd fought all of the reigning champions, and after a year he'd finally come back to his home in Japan. He expected to find his wife Allena and his daughter, who would've been three by the time he got back, waiting for him at the door. What he found tore his heart to shreds.

He walked into his family home, to see Allena sitting at the table, crying over a photograph and drinking out of a vodka bottle. Walking over to his wife he placed a hand on her shoulder, asking where their daughter was.

"She's gone," Allena simply stated before turning around and crying into Kanda's chest. The fat tear drops soon soaked the front of his shirt as he held his wife. He didn't ask any more, understanding that his wife just needed him, and that he would find everything out eventually.

Allena cried well into the night, falling asleep with tear tracks down her face. She was still sitting in the kitchen chair, so Kanda picked her up and put her to bed, tucking the covers around her as she slept.

Going through the house he noticed that all the pictures of his daughter were no longer there, and that the toys that used to scatter the house were absent from the scene. Finally reaching his daughters room he opened the door and saw it just how it had been almost a year ago.

The room had pastel pink wall paper with little bunnies on the tops and bottoms, the floor a clean white carpet. The bed was the same too, small, with white bedposts and a light purple cover. The only thing that had changed was the pile of pictures on the floor, scattered about haphazardly.

Bending down he looked at a picture, it was of their first family vacation, a two day trip to Tokyo where they had introduced his daughter to Allena's parents. It had been a happy time, the family all together and smiling for the camera.

Looking at another picture he saw his daughter's first Christmas. Allena had insisted on getting a picture of all of them in front of the Christmas tree, but every single time Kanda had set the camera timer up wrong so he was just a little bit blurry while the rest of his small family looked postcard perfect. He smiled at the memory, putting the picture down and picking up a newspaper clipping. What he read shocked him.

It was an obituary, for his daughter. It stated who her parents were, her grandparents, and told the date of the funeral. It had taken place almost three months ago.

Kanda searched the floor again and found a small newspaper clipping. It outlined a car accident that had happened a week before the date of the funeral.

It simply stated, "Mother and daughter injured in drunken driving accident. Mother left the accident with a slight concussion, daughter had multiple lacerations and broken bones, unknown if she will survive."

Kanda put the clippings down, looking around the room once again. His eyes landed on the figure of his wife in the doorway, fresh tears running down her face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, not moving from his spot in the room.

"I couldn't find a way to," Allena answered, looking at the floor, "You were doing so well in your tournaments, and I couldn't find it in me to tell you when you were at the top of your game."

"You still should have tried," Kanda said, brushing past her and into the living room, "I'll sleep out here tonight."

"Okay… Yu?"

Kanda turned towards his wife.

"I'm sorry."

Kanda turned back to the couch, "It's okay."

He would later find that it wasn't okay. No matter how hard he tried, his daughter's death became a wedge between him and Allena, breaking up their marriage and forcing them to separate. Neither could move on from the tragic end to their daughter's life, and every time they saw their spouse they were reminded of the daughter they had shared.

She had had Kanda's dark raven locks, and angled eyes, but retained Allena's storm grey eyes and bright smile. While they were living together all they could see was their daughter in each other. It was sickening and eventually both of them had had too much.

Kanda would always think about all the things his daughter could have been, could have done. She might have turned into an amazing swordsman like her father or an acrobat like her mother. Would she have liked her parents? Would she think that Kanda was an amazing father? Would she have liked soba like her father, or mitarashi dango like her mother?

There were so many unanswered questions, and Kanda found himself wondering more and more about those questions.

There was no bringing his daughter back, but almost every day he wished he could.

So here he sat, on what would have been his daughter's tenth birthday, drinking away his sorrows. He sat wishing, wondering, and just feeling. Maybe this would be there year that he could finally move on.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review telling me what you thought.