The Allen x Kanda LJ community

Doujin up for sale.

2008-07-16T22:25:46Z

Hello!

Since I don't want to intrude I'll only post this once, since I like to keep my LJ-fun and 'real life' stuff separated. :)

We've launched a webstore at http://www.tokyogetter.com for doujinshi, etc. We've included a good amount of D Gray Man books, and we plan on getting more. If yourself or anybody else would like to take a look, feel free. Sales from my livejournal (still up and funny!) have gotten to be too heavy to handle. Anyway, I'm bolting back to 'lurk' mode now, and I would like to apologize if this post bothers anybody. *bolt*

First Cup of Coffee

2008-07-12T04:20:37Z

Title: Darjeeling

Rating: M/R/NC-17/Whatever is worse

Summary: Random visits in the training room lead to porn then a bittersweet moment. FTW.

Author's Notes: Totally ignores the fact that Kanda was turned into a kid, and the whole KomuiVitan-D arc. Also, first posted foray into the lovely fandom of D.Gray Man. Please review me critically ♥.

Disclaimers: I don't own the characters.

Warnings: Porn, swearing, a little violence, etc.

There are reasons why Kanda doesn't drink coffee.

One, it makes him edgy; paranoid. The shadows that sit in the corner of the room rise up in his peripheal vision, and every time Lavi makes an exagerrated gesture, his hands go lightning-quick to his sword, as if he were fighting Akuma on a dark battlefield.

Two, it makes him slow afterwards- his eyelids get heavy and they seem to droop; he can barely keep his eyes open. He doesn't know if it's because he's used to the calming sensation of tea threading through his veins like his very own blood, but the slick sludge of coffee beans seems to slow him down afterwards- as if it was the slow train to China itself.

Third, it makes him feel childish- you have to slurp coffee, his mind keeps telling him. It's not like tea. Tea is refined and calming like the horizon; Coffee is wild and brash like the afternoon sun.

Then there's a fourth reason which incorporates all of the above.

If coffee had a persona, it would be incarnated into Allen Walker- brash, brooding, fun but with a dark side. He can't even describe it, but in his mind it goes like this: If he is tea, Allen is coffee.

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It all starts out because Allen is on coffee duty during the move to new headquarters and Kanda is in the training room, on break from sorting through dusty boxes and putting anything of worth into new ones.

Of course the idiot would bring everyone coffee- he's just that type of person. So he is only slightly surprised when the white haired boy- who has longer hair from an accident involving one of Komui's concoctions- brings him a lone mug, set on a tray that could hold nine cups easily.

As soon as he sees it, he scowls. "Get that coffee out of here. There's not supposed to be any food or drink in the training room." Which is actually complete bull shit- he's just trying to come up with reasons to get Allen out of there. He doesn't want coffee stains on the traditional tatami mats, anyway.

Allen just smiles brightly with a twitch to his lips- idiot, Kanda will always think- and sets the tray down on the raised floor, settling down with it. It's a long process that requires him to move into twenty different positions to get comfortable, and Kanda realizes with dread forming in his spine that the bean sprout is intent on staying here for at least a little while.

"It's yours." He finally says, after settling on hooking one foot under the knee hanging over the edge, hands settled behind him to support his weight. "You get rid of it, if you want."

Even the rude words seem polite coming from the boy, so Kanda just scowls and turns his back, uttering a 'Don't bother me' before settling into a routine of physical endurance.

It is in his fourth rep of fifty in doing push ups with only one knuckle that he looks up, fighting not to get pissed at the idiot that is still there- the one who has been taking quick slurps of what is apparently his coffee.

That is when he notices that the man with the braid and the Indian markings isn't there with Allen, shadowing him and watching him with his narrowed eyes. He grunts as he sits up, sitting in the seiza position for a three minute break.

It takes him a quick sweep through his brain, but he finally settles on the name of Allen's shadow. "Where's Link?"

Allen's smile is frozen on his face, he swears- Kanda won't admit it, but it bothers him slightly, like how one knows something is off when they enter a house that has just been robbed. "He's elsewhere."

Kanda snorts and unfolds, getting ready to do another fifty push ups with his other knuckle. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

And Allen, who is usually talkative and explanitory and the kind of person Kanda will always hate, just shrugs, and then outright takes a sip of Kanda's coffee.

"Get that coffee out of here." He finally says, unable to shake that wrong feeling.

Of course, the bean sprout just smiles and he just shrugs, not feeling up for a fight today.

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The next day finds them in the same spot- one cup of coffee, one alone Allen, and one annoyed Kanda.

He is practicing meditation exercises when he hears a loud slurp from his right and he breaks out of his trance, zeroing in on the slight figure of Allen fucking Walker.

"Stop drinking my damn coffee." He hisses, eyes narrowed. "Or I'll cut you up."

Allen just snarks at him and takes another sip before setting it down, pushing it away from him and a little towards Kanda. "Maybe if you actually drank it, I wouldn't."

Kanda just sneers and gets up, stomping over to the place where his coffee and the boy sits. He braces himself before grabbing the cup and gulping it down in two, straight gulps- he can feel his Adam's apple, bobbing hard against his throat. When he all but throws the cup down, he catches the other's eyes intent on his face. He sneers again.

"There." He states. "Now get out of here, since you seem to have nothing better to do than just watch me."

He goes to sit down, but catches the sight of Allen licking his lips- it stalls him briefly, briefly enough for Allen to get a word in.

"I don't." He says, truthfully, and if those words were from anyone else but Allen Walker he would have believed them.

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Today, he has his hair up fully and in a tight bun- he doesn't even have the tails hanging on the sides of his face.

It has been a few days since Walker has shown up, which has allowed Kanda to fully complete his routine, but he shows up today of all days. His gray eyes zoom in on his hair, and he scowls as he realizes Allen is fighting not to say something.

Knowing the idiot's want to belittle him would win out over his politeness, he scowls hard- any harder and his face would be stuck like that, Lavi would say. "Don't say a word."

And there is blessed silence for a few minutes- Allen settling down and Kanda finishing up his meditation exercises.

"... A... Bun?" Allen finally says, unable to complete a full sentence.

In a second Mugen is at Allen's throat and the coffee mug is spilt, which just puts Kanda in a worse mood- even if the tatami mats had been packaged the day before.

"Yes, a 'bun'." He hisses, grip tight. "Do you have a problem, moyashi?"

Allen, never the one to know what's good for him, and never one to be afraid when he has a sword in his face and an angry Japanese man on the other end, just snerks. "You just look... Different."

And for some reason not really known, he frowns- the grip on Mugen is still knuckle-white tight, but he's on the defensive. "It doesn't get in the way as often. Now shut up before I kill you."

And then he withdraws, and starts practicing with his sword- it is within half an hour that his hair unravels and trails long down his back, moving in tandem with his thrusts and jabs.

He is interupted mid-swing of a complicated series of foot steps with a sigh and a quiet "Kanda?"

"What?" He says gruffly, aware he might have answered a little too quickly- the truth is, he's been hyper aware of the teen this whole time, knowing when he made to move a piece of stray hair or stretch his legs.

"I can put your hair up for you." He says simply, and he is suddenly old Allen again- talkative and pleasant, a little too nice. "When I was in France, I learned how to do tight braids for the men who worked in the field. It really helped-"

"Shut up." He says, and moves to take the hair tie out of the sweaty mess of black hair.

It snaps, as Kanda would have expected of it, the shitty thing it is, and lands on the floor two feet away. His hair cascades down his shoulders and neck, plasters to the column of his throat. He grunts, annoyed, and if he had been a lesser man he would have stared at the destroyed tie, affronted.

He whips around at the small chuckle from Allen and glares, wishing he hadn't set Mugen down for even the brief moment it took him to reach up and try to redo his hair.

It is a split-second decision before Kanda is stalking towards Allen, this time swordless and with out a hair tie. He chalks it up to the fact that his hair, though kept long, was annoying to practice with down. Even more so since he was already sweaty and it stuck to his skin unpleasantly.

"Hurry up, then." He says, sitting unceremoniously infront of the moyashi. He refuses to acknowledge the "Fine, don't say thank you." quietly uttered and is instead intent on thinking what he could do for practice to make up for lost time.

Then fingers are lacing through his hair, brushing out the tangles with gentle ease, and he turns his head to the side. "You don't have to brush it!" He practically grinds out. He's aware that this is a favor, on his part, so he tries not to be too terse.

Allen stares at him, affronted and slightly pouting. He's wearing a tank top, Kanda notices entirely on his own. This just serves to make him scowl deeper, which the white haired boy takes as more anger.

"It's easier this way." He says, frowning. "Now can you just turn around?"

Kanda just grunts and does what he says.

The process it takes to braid his hair is longer then he expected it would take- Allen pulls and tugs at his hair as gentle as he can, running broken fingernails along his scalp to gather more hair that falls, stubbornly, at his neck. Once or twice Allen accidently scrapes at his neck and he sits stiffly at attention.

By the end of it, though, he's more relaxed than he should be- half remembers times his mother would thread her long, elegent fingers through his hair as he slept.

When he reaches up to run his fingers along his scalp, he is met with a criss-crossing pattern that is tight against his head. He runs his fingers down the length and finds that his hair is shorter than it usually is, ending just below the knob of his neck. He also finds a ribbon tied in a bow tie at the bottom, and he finally turns around.

Allen's hair, which for reasons unknown still hasn't been cut, lays around his face, unsweaty and shining delicately. And Kanda, for reasons unknown, feels a little too aware of how pretty the other boy really is.

And it is in that second, where Kanda is entirely too aware of that fact, where Allen's lips fall on his and his mouth is pried open with a hot tongue. He blames it entirely on his fight instinct, but he pushes back with his mouth, his own tongue hot and slick against Allen's as they lap at each other's lips.

He goes to pull away but Allen follows him, bending his body so he ends up half-sitting in between Kanda's legs, half on them, sucking at his lips. His hands have somehow ended up gripping the boy's hips and he grunts as Allen's shifts on his thighs- feels what could be some of Allen's pent up energy.

When Allen pulls away, it's briefly, just a second long enough to mutter "Fuck, Yuu." before Kanda has them flipped over and he kisses Allen, hard, as the teen brings up one leg to wrap around his waist, heel pushing desperatly into Kanda's thigh as if to ground himself, somehow.

It doesn't really serve as a grounding because all it serves to do is make Kanda's hips jut forward to push into Allen. He grunts into the other's mouth and pushes forward again, and in the back of his mind he imagines that Allen visiting him, bringing him coffee, tying his hair up, couldn't have turned out any other way.

He grinds his hips against Allen's, and the gasp that practically falls out of the boy's mouth shoots straight down to his cock, a heat that Kanda hasn't ever really felt. It's only then that he acknowledges, really acknowledges, that he's hard, Allen's hard, and beneath him, and, fuck, the other boy is really fucking hot. Really.

Then Allen rolls his hips against his and he stops thinking altogether, because he isn't really smart in the first place.

Allen is fucking loud, though, something Kanda would have never expected- every roll of his hips produces a "Christ, Oh, Fuck." or his name, uttered in different ways. They kiss like they've been starving forever, and whenever they're not kissing Kanda is sucking, biting, licking at Allen's neck and Allen is whispering dirty things in his ear.

It is when Allen actually whispers "Oh, please, fuck me, Yuu." that he comes, embarrasingly, but that doesn't stop him from thrusting into Allen, anyway, breath hitching- in the throes of his own trainwreck of an orgasm, he brings his hand up and palms the other boy through his pants, hard. Allen makes a sound like he's dying a sweet death and comes, perhaps harder than he, because he shivers and shakes against Kanda, clutching his shoulder, rolling his hips up weakly to pull all he can from his orgasm.

Then Allen lifts up his head and kisses him again, sloppier than before- satisfied. Kanda tries not to think of how fucking tense and relaxed he is, at the same time, and instead kisses back a little, nipping at the other's lower lip.

When they pull back, the white haired boy is panting slightly, as if they had just full out fucked on the floor of the empty training grounds. Kanda just grunts and averts his eyes, where they happen to land on the spilled coffee cup. Allen follows his gaze, breath still coming out in short gasps.

"I can get you some more, if you want." He says, finally, so Kanda just nods, even if he really hates coffee.

Once they untangle and Allen leaves, Kanda runs a hand over his hair and decides that he can't train in sticky pants, anyway.

He swears up and down that the feeling in the back of his stomach isn't guilt, just too much relaxation, as he leaves the training room and the still spilled coffee mug.

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It is two days later when Allen shows up at his bedroom door, smiling, with a coffee cup- Kanda has finally figured out that the coffee is just a prerequisite for coming to see him.

"Sorry I didn't bring you more coffee the other day." He says in greeting, somehow breezing past Kanda into his room without his agreement. "Link... was done doing what he was doing, so I had to go help the others."

Kanda dryly translates that Link found him, but finds himself secretly glad that the other boy hadn't walked into the empty training room. Instead, to keep himself from analyzing anything else, he closes the door and crosses his arms, looking at Allen as he sets the coffee on the mostly empty night stand and himself on Kanda's bed. He refuses to see it as an invasion of his space.

"So you find it fit to bring coffee to my room, hours before we head out to new headquarters?" Kanda says, snorting. "Isn't everything put away? Where'd you even get the coffee?"

Allen just smiles his enigmatic smile, flits his hands a bit. His shirt is awfully short, Kanda realizes, because it even moves up to show a little sliver of skin at the tiny movement. "The science department still needs sustenance, and coffee is probably the only thing keeping them alive at the moment. I just thought you might want some."

"... I hate coffee." Kanda admits. His tone is still rough and the personal fact still slips out of his mouth like cement through a strainer. He's hard pressed to even give that much to Allen, but he feels he needs too. "I like tea better."

"Oh?" Allen says, fingers splayed on his mattress. "What kind?"

"Darjeeling." He admits, again, and almost hits himself for what he says next. "Remember that next time."

Allen pauses, eyes slightly bigger, before his smile widens, a sliver of teeth showing. Kanda can't help it when his body heats slightly.

"I will." Allen says, finally, before sipping the coffee on the night stand. He then gets up and moves towards him, standing infront of him in few strides. Kanda really wishes he had a bigger room.

Allen smiles sweetly at him before leaning up and pressing his mouth against Kanda's; and he presses back, allows his fingers to wrap softly around Allen's waist. His fingers meet bare skin and he was right about the shirt, that's for sure.

Allen disgustingly tastes like coffee- strong, brash against his mouth. Kanda licks Allen's lips to get rid of some of the taste and the other boy opens his mouth, where Kanda delves in and tries to get rid of most of it by licking his teeth, the top of his mouth, everywhere he can.

His hands tighten on the other boys hips and Allen's hands have come up to wrap around his neck, to play with his loose hair. He ends up moving so Allen is against the door and he is pinning him to it, one hand pressed against the wood and the other roaming under Allen's shirt as the other gasps into his mouth pleasantly. Allen's hands are carding through his hair, caressing, causing him to relax into the kiss even as his body becomes stiff with what he thinks must be want.

Kanda rolls his hips and then Allen gasps out "Bed, Kanda, fuck, please.", and they tumble to to it, Kanda pushing off Allen's shirt while trying to keep his mouth connected, desperatly, as Allen whimpers into his mouth. With a 'fump' they land on the bed, Allen trying to crawl on top of him and Kanda finally pushing off his shirt. Their cocks brush and Allen whimpers, practically crying 'fuck me' with every move of his hips, mouth, body.

Kanda bites his lip and Allen's hips jerk, hands going to Kanda's pants and undoing them with more finesse than he really should have at the moment. Allen's hands disappear under his pants and pull out his cock, stroking it, and Kanda pants hard, jerks his hips into it.

His own hands go to pull off Allen's pants and he practically rips them off, doesn't care when they catch on a slim ankle, and drags his hands up pale thighs, grabs Allen's hips and presses them to his; Allen stops caressing his cock and grabs his hand, smiling at him before taking two of his fingers and putting them in his mouth.

Kanda almost comes at the sight, he swears, because the boy is taking his fingers all the way up to his knuckle, face flushed, breathing hard out his nose, squirming in his lap. Kanda just watches, panting, until Allen takes his fingers out of his mouth and guides them to his ass, where he moans as Kanda presses them in after a second.

And then Allen is fucking himself on his fingers, gasping, moaning words Kanda thought would never come out of his mouth- "Oh, yes, Kanda, please, fuck, yes."- and his hand goes up to pump Allen's cock.

All to soon Allen grabs his hand, gasps at him to stop. Kanda looks at him, kind of offended, before Allen looks at him, still panting, eyes lidded, and says "Please, Yuu, fuck me?"

And Kanda doesn't need to be told twice. He takes out his fingers, still slick with spit, and spits on his hand, coating his cock before guiding it to Allen's ass, grunting as Allen practically slams himself down, moaning long and hard.

He thrusts up after a second, unable to control himself, watching the boy, and his world consists of Allen and only of Allen- Allen and his body, his face, his moans, pleas, noises, all asking him to take him.

They start a rythym, smoothly- Allen fucking himself on Kanda when he thrusts up, hips jerking, moaning at every thrust, every angle.

Allen slides down Kanda's thighs and moans, saying Yuu like it's a feast of words, and the rythym, shit, it's the end of Kanda- he comes, hard and fast like last time, like it's the only way sex can end with Allen, and he actually moans out Allen as he rides his orgasm, as Allen rides him.

His hand reaches up and wraps around Allen's cock again, and this time his hand is not batted away. Instead, the white-haired boy thrusts up into his hand, still riding his now-soft cock, and he comes within the minute, shuddering.

He collapses onto the Japanese teen, shivering in the cool air of the room, as it was the whole time during sex but not felt because they were both hot with the desire of it. It is a few minutes before he unfolds, smiling as the sweat cools on his forehead.

"I don't think I'll forget you like tea." He says simply. Kanda is a second back in the 'old days' where he wants to punch the smirk of the bean sprout's face, but instead his hands flutter to hold Allen's skinny white hips, stark against his own skin.

He's silent for a second, wondering what to say, before he settles on a random fact. "We have to leave soon."

And Allen, who is still smiling, says "I know. Are you coming with me?"

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A month later and the Earl is on the move, and the final battle is going to be within the next few days- The exorcists can feel it within their bones, ringing in their souls, like an old man at sea can feel a storm stirring in his body hours before it happens.

Allen, Allen is constantly followed by Link, except for now- in a darkened hall, pressed against the wall, arms wrapped around Kanda's neck as he desperatly kisses him.

And Kanda, he kisses back just as hard, arms wrapped around his waist tight, eyes closed.

When they stop, it is only because an alarm is sounding, screaming for all exorcists to report to the gate, immediatly, it's dire-

Then it cuts off and the situation has gotten worse.

And Allen, which, in a month's time will be dead or worse, Kanda knows, just smiles tiredly. "We have to go."

And Kanda, in a split second decision, panicked and wondering if he'll make it out alive, live another day where Allen will bring him tea instead of coffee, holds out his hand and smiles a smile he only used on his mother, rusty though it is.

"I know. Are you coming with me?"

Under The Veils of a Pudding. - YULLEN.

2008-07-11T14:39:03Z

My second prompt.

Entitled : Behind the veils of a plastic pudding.

Pairings : Yullen
Synopsis : Allen's pudding memories + a kiss which tasted very Mont Blanc.
Rating : K+ or maybe T. (haha)

Disclaimer : I do not own D.Gray-Man

I have never told anyone that I like a good-looking face.

Fate has brought us together.

(FOLLOW THE FAKE LINK)

& building comments are very much invited.

Selling D.Gray-man Doujinshi & Pins!

2008-07-11T09:31:17Z

Hi! I'm selling the doujinshi me and my friend made plus the pins I designed! For further infos, please click the link to my LJ below! Very low priced items~!! XD

P.S. This is not strictly AllenxKanda, but there's a moment of them together, albeit very brief... If this is not allowed, please tell me and I'll remove this. Thanks.

kairei_chan

Fanfic: Stupid

2008-07-07T19:13:58Z

Hi! I'm new to the community and my D.Gray-man's a little rusty, but heck: I love Allen/Kanda!

Story Title: Stupid
Rated: PG-13/T
Summary: Kanda overthinks.
Steve's Notes: I was going through my writing (trust me, there's a lot of it!) when I came across this. When I wrote this I had only read Volume 1 and 2, so it follows none of the current story. Forgive!
Warning: ~~Babbling?~~

(it's impractical because)

allenkanda @ 2008-07-07T00:14:00

2008-07-06T16:06:23Z

Title:The Path He Chooses to Walk(http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3976276/13/The_Path_He_Chooses_to_Walk)

Summary:My version of what happens after the Ark incident. Allen begins to realize who he really is and is left with difficult choices to make. To stay with Order or to go to is real family? It’s not helping him at all when people starts having feelings towards him that are more than friendship.

Pairings:Allen/Everybody

Rating:PG-13

Chapter 13:One back, One new

Hello

2008-07-06T09:04:47Z

I'm very new here and I'm working on figuring everything out. But why I'm here is because I, of course, love the KandaxAllen pairing. If anyone would mind giving me tips on anything and everything, I would be grateful. Spread the Yullen love!

Vote!

2008-07-05T00:08:25Z

Hello,
Yaoi Challenge community is hosting a Survival of the Hottest Poll and our beloved Kanda is in poll #5

I might sound silly, but he needs our vote.

go here and vote for him

yaoi_challenge

look for poll # 5

[FIC]: The Rumored Boyfriend [DGM, KandaAllen, 1shot]

2008-07-03T13:51:39Z

Title: The Rumored Boyfriend
Author: Seto's Darkness, shinigami39
Pairing: KandaAllen/Yullen, hinted TykiLavi
Genre, Rating: Romance, Humor?, T/Teens/PG-13
Major warnings: Another HS AU from me haha;; Shounen-ai and my lame humor LOL Oh. And some curse words from Kanda's part? Like the f-word. Haha. Kanda is not a happy bunny in this fic :3 OOC, maybe? I just read like, 10 angst fics, and I want some corny, cheesy fluff, asap! D: Unbeta'ed. Done in 20 minutes D:

Summary: "Did you know that Allen is Kanda-san's boyfriend?" That was the latest rumor that circulated at school. Kanda has made it his life's mission to find out the root of that gossip. But what if the source of the rumor was… [KandaAllen/Yullen HS AU]

A/N: Cross-posted everywhere. :O

FIC: Pierrot - 1/10+

2008-06-30T19:19:14Z

First fic without gender twists~~ XDD It was more amusing with it, but for once, I'd like to keep it normal...as normal as it can get though? ^^

Title: Pierrot
Series: D.Gray-man
Pairings: Yullen
Rating: T [language]
Summary: The exorcists are slowly losing their faith in the Black Order, seeing how Allen was forcefully appointed a General. Why is Kanda so concerned about Allen's deteriorating health?
Status: In progress

(“Why are you so concerned?” Allen said, swatting away his hand. “The Yuu Kanda is actually concerned? Or is he just poking into my business?”)

My first Yullen fic.

2008-06-27T16:20:22Z

Title: When Allen Walker Gets Sick.
Fandom/Pairing: D. Gray Man/KandaxAllen
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Allen Walker
Rating: K +
Summary: “Lavi... DON'T CALL KANDA!!!”
Disclaimer: I do not own D.Gray-Man.
Author’s Notes: My first D.Gray-Man drabble. I planned on writing something different but I guessed that I'm only up for short oneshots. I am not proud with this. (Still unsatisfied as I am still lacking in the Yullen's D.Gray Man info. ) Haha!

(Follow the fake link. )

i r u k a

[FIC] Fate's Game

2008-06-25T21:07:35Z

Title: Fate’s Game
Fandom/Pairing: D. Gray Man/KandaxAllen
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Allen Walker
Prompt: #11 Death
Word Count: 1,207
Rating: R for death, violence.
Summary: “Allen was not a stranger to death...”
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Author’s Notes: Very morbid, just because I’m in that kind of mood. It has some traces of KandaAllen that are both obvious and unimportant at the same time. This fic focuses more on the theme ‘death’ and ‘fate’ then any sorta relationship. This is UNbeta’ but if you would like to volunteer to fix my horrible attempts at spelling/grammar, PLEASE DO.

Fate's Game starts HERE!!!

Review Please.

[FIC] Practice Makes Perfect

2008-06-25T01:46:12Z

Hello! ^_^ I come with a fanfic! It's not exactly yaoi (yet), it's really more about the interaction, but I already have an idea for a very slashy follow-up. :D If this isn't slashy enough, tell me and I'll delete the post. <3

Now, here's the fic!

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Author: Renchan
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Allen Walker
Rating: PG
Summary: How Allen Walker got Kanda Yuu to agree to train with him, without getting killed... or, what happens during that hour that Kanda and Allen are alone together.
Warnings: Language, bit of angst, hints of shounen ai if you squint
SPOILER ALERT. This story contains spoilers through chapter 157 of the D.Gray-man manga and all of the anime (in fact, those who have seen only the anime will probably be very confused by this story). I took a few liberties with time, because the manga isn't exactly clear on it, but it should fit in okay. If it doesn't, tell me, please <3.

Follow the bouncing Tincampy!

Intro Post

2008-06-23T20:57:43Z

Hi, #600 here *laughs* I'm a relative newcomer to the D. Gray-man fandom (actually, the series in general, too!) so I'm asking for recs. In particular, are there any episodes or manga chapters that have a focus on the Allen/Kanda relationship? Alternatively, are there any really excellent or epic Allen/Kanda fanfiction that you would recommend?

Thank you all, and I hope to get myself buried deeper ~~sixty feet under~~ into this fandom!

[Fic] Heat (Allen/Kanda)

2008-06-23T17:15:24Z

Title: Heat
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing(s): Allen/Kanda
Rating: M
Word Count: 3680
Notes: Two boys, one hot day, one fan...smut ensues.

</a></font></b></a>myntieberii drew me fanart!!!

It's hot...

ILU SISTER!!!

[Fan Art]- For bloodi_corset!!

2008-06-23T16:50:28Z

I drew this for her...cuz....I can. I RELEASE NO FURTHER INFORMATION!!!

FAIL art...I know. But this one isn't as FAIL as some of the others. Yeah? I didn't color, cuz Kanda's colors were not being very nice to me. Allen always turned out really nice but then...Kanda was...meh. At least it's not on notebook paper like last time, =D.

Saa, you should really read the story that this was drawn for! I finished this picture before she finished her story so...the setting is different.

FAIL!

Here's the link for bloodi_corset's story! Heat!!

[Doujinshi] - Onsen Monogatari

2008-06-16T13:31:06Z

Hi! I'm sharing a VERY cute and fluffy Yullen doujinshi I just scanned~

Title: Onsen Monogatari
Fandom: D.gray-man
Pairing: Kanda x Allen
Circle: Peace-dinner
Doujinka: Rino
A few NC-17 pages, otherwise, all cute stuff~ Follow the obviously fake cut for previews, download link and summary~

(Does Kanda hate me?)

Enjoy~

The Vampire Inside [fanfic] ch 1 & 2

2008-06-15T01:46:03Z

Title: The Vampire Inside
Genre: Drama/horror/Tragedy
Rating: T/PG-13 [Rating may go up]
Summary: Nights are dangerous, especially when there is something out there to get you. Kanda is a vampire, strong, deadly and breathtakingly beautiful. He doesn't care about others, his only friend another vampire who can put up with his anti-social behaviors. When they head for another town in search of something new, Kanda finds himself facing an oddity. Usually his meals are just that: meals. But this one turns out to be so much more. [AU -- Yullen]

[Chapter 1 - Silver and Scent]

[Chapter 2 - Wish to Taste]

Fic: (Un)certainty

2008-06-12T17:28:35Z

Title: (Un)certainty
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Pairing: Kanda/Allen
Rating: Hard-R/NC-17
Word count: ~2900
Summary: Kanda returns after a mission to someone he's left behind.

Cut to journal

[Fic] Burn (Kanda/Allen)

2008-06-11T04:53:54Z

Title: Burn
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing(s): Kanda/Allen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 414
Notes: This is what happens when I get sunburned and am grounded...

あ。。。神田痛い

(I think I write too much...)

The Vampire Inside [fanfic]

2008-06-10T21:07:06Z

I just wanted to post it...gunna be my first thing to post here. :D A fanfic I'm starting up. Enjoy!

Title: The Vampire Inside
Genre: Drama/horror/Tragedy
Rating: T/PG-13 [Rating may go up]
Summary: Nights are dangerous, especially when there is something out there to get you. Kanda is a vampire, strong, deadly and breathtakingly beautiful. He doesn't care about others, his only friend another vampire who can put up with his anti-social behaviors. When they head for another town in search of something new, Kanda finds himself facing an oddity. Usually his meals are just that: meals. But this one turns out to be so much more. [AU -- Yullen]
Prologue

--Prologue--
-Beginning of the 19th Century-

Yu turned, looking around the large study. There were many people from rich families here, at this get together. He made a noisy sigh. He didn't want to be here. He didn't like these big fancy parties that his parents put on. Yes, his parents had put them on.

He leaned against the wall, holding a wine glass between his fingers. His dark eyes traveled around the room once again, pausing at groups of people talking.

“Yu?” a soft voice asked and he turned to see a young woman.

“What is it?” he asked gruffly. Usually people just ignored him, because everyone knew that the Kanda's son was not to be trifled with. He was quick to anger and swift with a sword if need be. Apparently this young woman didn't know that.

“I was just wondering why you were standing alone,” she said, watching him through pretty blue eyes. Her gold hair was almost silver, several curls falling from the neat bun around her lovely cream colored neck. Her blue dress accented her eyes perfectly.

“I always do,” Yu told her, taking a small sip from his wine and watched her over the glass.

“But I was wondering why,” the silver and blue girl repeated. “You're very popular, but you always push people away. A lot of people I know would love to be able to talk to you.”

Yu rolled his eyes, snorting. “I don't care for people all that much,” he told her, drinking from his glass again.

But she did not leave him. She just readjusted her silver shawl around her pale shoulders and watched him more carefully. “Yu...” she began. “People just want to get to know you. Why won't you let them?”

“I don't like them,” he said simply. “I don't even know your name.”

“That is because you never asked,” she said matter of factely. “I can see that you don't care for people. A proper gentleman would ask the name of the woman who started talking to him.”

Yu made a face from behind his wine glass, which thankfully the young woman missed. “Fine then,” he said, sighing. “May I ask what your name is?”

“It is Olivia,” she replied, a slight smile on her lips. She looked accomplished.

He looked at her for a moment. He really didn't like people. Or at least these snobs who didn't care about anything but themselves. “...That dress matches your eyes,” he commented. His father would be proud that he actually talked to someone.

“Why thank you,” she said, curtsying slightly. “My seamstress is very talented, don't you think? She made it from silk, all the way from China.”

“That is very far,” he commented, rolling his eyes. She wasn't too bright. Silk could be bought cheap here, even if it was from China. But he went with it.

“Yes, it is, isn't it? But I do love silk. Its so beautiful,” she told him, smoothing down a silver fold in the blue dress. He sighed. Was this all that they would talk about? Her dress and the silk? “Oh, but I must be boring you! I'm terribly sorry! Talking about silk and dresses while you are the lords son.”

Yu turned, slightly surprised. She had noticed? He had to give her some credit then. “No, not at all. Its very interesting,” he murmured, cringing inside. “Do you sew, by chance?”

“Me? No, of course not. But I do make lace. Mother says it is very fine lace too!” she said, giggling slightly, maybe at the fact that he suggested that she would sew.

“Of course not. Lace? Isn't that hard?” asked Yu, faining interest. Oh, his father better be proud. He was actually acting interested! But sadly, his father was not here.

“Not at all,” Olivia said, waving her hand. “It does take some practice, but I am able to do it rather quickly.”

Yu watched her from over his almost empty wine glass. He brought it down, flicking a strand of shining black hair from his face.

“Your hair is most beautiful,” said the girl in front of him.

“Is it really?” he asked, sounding bored. He couldn't keep up the act for very much longer. “Its rather bothersome sometimes.”

“But its so long,” she said. “How do you keep it so perfect?”

“Your hair is rather perfect,” Yu said. He was getting tired of acting a gentleman.

“Thank you!” she said, smiling widely. “I am staying here, with my family, for the time being. Would it be alright, maybe, if I were to come see you?”

Yu blinked, somewhat surprised. “Sure,” he managed to say. “I'm sorry, but I have to go.”

“Yes, of course,” Olivia said. “Thank you for talking to me! I'm very glad that you did.”

Yu nodded and turned away, setting his empty wine glass on a table as he past then left the study where the party was being held. Once the door was closed, he gave a loud sigh. “I hate parties,” he grumbled, turning to walk down the hall.

“Yu, what're you doing?”

Yu jumped then turned. “Mother!” he said, startled. “I was...taking a break.”

His mother walked up to him, chuckling slightly. “You don't fool me,” she told him. “I know you hate parties. But just don't let your father hear you say that or you might be in trouble. You may leave. If anyone asks, you may tell them I told you it was alright for you to leave.”

“Thank you mother,” he said, bowing slightly to the lovely woman with the long black hair, so much like his, and then hurried down the hall, away from the study. He smiled slightly, glad that his mother was so kind, as he left the house and walked down the steps, into the street.

He started walking, not going anywhere in particular, when he heard a snippet of conversation and slowed.

“Been another attack,” a man was murmured to another. “Down in the Whalers district. Another killing.”

Yu froze, listening more intently. Killing? Why've I never heard of attacks? He said another attack...

“There was?” the other man asked nervously. “Its been getting closer and closer to here! First the Silver Star district then the Cunnington district and now the Whalers district?”

The man nodded. “Yes. It seems like its going in a line. How many people have died, do you know?”

The second shook his head. “Ten, maybe fifteen? I know that the up-tops don't even know about it though. They're so sheltered, leaving us common folk to deal with this killer.”

“Tell me what's happening!” Yu ordered. He'd come over hurriedly. “Why haven't we heard anything about it?”

The two men looked startled, taking in Yu's appearance. They could tell he was an up-top by his clothes. Why would an up-top be talking to them?

“Tell me!” Yu repeated.

“T-the attacks! You all don't hear about it because the station, t-the police station is keeping it quiet! T-they don't want you all to be alarmed!” the first man said quickly.

“Attacks? I heard you saying killings too!” Yu said.

“Y-yes!” the second said. “There's been killings all throughout the town! They seem to b-be moving here, through Silver star then Cunnington then--”

“Whalers, I heard,” Yu said. “But that means...”

“I-if this killer keeps up the direction then they'll be here,” one of the men said.

“Thank you,” Yu said, handing each a coin then rushing back, walking swiftly through the street back to his house.

The two men looked bemused, glancing at each other then at the coins that the young man had given them.

Yu reached his house, almost running inside and through the hall. He past the study where the party was still going on. He had only been gone for ten minutes or so.

“Yu? What's the matter? I thought you retired!” the voice of Olivia said from behind as he walked past the study.

“Not now,” he grunted, not looking back. He headed for his father's study. Pushing the door open, he strode in.

“Father!”

“Yu? What is it? You know not to disturb me when I--”

“Do you know about the killings and attacks?” Yu asked, cutting his father off. The elder man turned slowly to face his son.

“How did you hear about that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes to look his son up and down carefully.

“I heard some common folk speaking about it!” said Yu, straightening his jacket. “Why have you not told us? You knew?”

“Yes, I knew,” his father snapped. “It was none of your concern. It is the common folks concern, and the police station. You do not have to worry about it.”

“But people are--”

“It is nothing that you have to worry about,” his father told him, softer than before. He placed his hands on Yu's shoulders. “It will be over soon. Do not worry.”

“Father!” Yu said. “The killer's going through districts. The men I spoke to told me that! Whoever the killer is, he's going to reach this district next if he continues!”

“Yu!” his father said sharply and gave a short squeeze to his son's shoulders. Yu winced. “Do not listen to the common folk. They do not concern you.”

Yu blinked, staring at his father. Slowly, he drew away, out of his fathers grip. “I never knew my father was so heartless as to not care about the welfare of the towns people, even if they are common folk.”

His father drew his hand back and brought it across his face. Yu's eyes widened and he stumbled back, a hand going to his cheek.

“Do not speak to me in that way,” his father said dangerously.

Yu looked up, his eyes flashing, but he kept his silence. “Yes father,” he said. “I'm sorry.”

“Now, go to your room,” his father ordered. Yu walked backwards from the room. Once he was safely out of view of his father, the door closing with a snap, he ran through the house, to his room. Slamming the door once he was in, he leaned against the wall.

“Stupid father,” he growled. “Why didn't he tell us? We have a right to know...”

Sighing, he pushed himself from the wall and walked over to a chair, collapsing onto it. He slouched for a moment then pulled his jacket and shoes off and pulled his feet onto the chair, underneath him. He would calm down, thats what he would do, then he would try to figure something out. Closing his eyes, he settled his hands on his knees and fell silent.

-ooo-

Yu's eyes flew open as a scream echoed through the house. He jumped to his feet as more screams drifted through.

“What the hell?” he muttered, looking around then running from his room, not bothering to put shoes on. He dashed down the hallway, then down the stairs, where the screams where coming from.

“What's happening?” he yelled at one of the servants, running the other way.

“The killer!” she yelped, continuing to run. “They're here!”

The maid knew about the killer. The maid did. And he didn't. He cursed his father. Who had the killer gotten? He continued running, skidding to a halt in front of the study where the party had been taking place. He didn't know how long he had been sitting on that chair, but it didn't seem long if there were still people in the study.

Looking inside, his blood ran cold.

Bodies lay everywhere. Blood was seeping into the carpet and into the chairs as people lay dying. And in the center of the room, standing tall but bent slightly because his victim was shorter than he was, was the killer.

He looked up, eyes flashing gold, as Yu entered. “Ah, you must be Yu,” he said, an devilish smirk spreading across his face. There was blood on his lips and as he smiled, Yu could see the silver flash of fangs.

“Vampire...” Yu whispered, frozen to the spot. He'd heard legends about vampires, demons who sucked the blood of humans to gain strength. But they had been just legends. They weren't real. But here was one, standing before him.

The man raised a slender dark eyebrow, letting his prey fall from his arms. Yu looked down and blanched. It was his mother. Death white and still. She was dead. He'd killed her.

“You...bastard!” he yelled at the creature, who had straightened and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, ridding his lips of the blood.

“Oh, am I?” the man asked.

Yu spun around as he heard a high pitched cackle. “Brother...I don't think you should provoke him, he looks pretty scary.”

Yu's eyes widened. A young girl was perched on one of the tables, holding the figure of another person up. She drew back, smiling widely. Her fangs glinted in the light as well and she let the person fall to the ground just as her 'brother' had done.

Yu took a step backwards, eyes wide. The girl jumped from the table gracefully and walked over to her brother.

“Tyki,” she whined. “Can I have him?”

The man looked at the girl. “Lets share...” he said, the demonic smile spreading across his face again. And then he lunged forward with a deep growl.

Yu let out a startled yell and ran from the room, slamming the door shut. He ran down the hall, making it halfway down when he heard the door give way and splinter to pieces at the force of the two vampires. He continued running, out of the door and into the street.

The two were right behind him, faster than he was. They called out playful and teasing comments as they chased him.

Yu could barely breath as he tried to run faster, slipping into a cemetery. The grass was soft on his cut up feet as he ran swiftly around the crypts. Maybe he could hide...get away from them.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” the girl sang as he crouched behind an older crypt. “Oh, hide and seek is so much fun!”

“Where are you?” the man called.

Yu stayed silent, trying to regain his breath and stop his heart from beating so loudly. If they really were vampires, and Yu had strong evidence to prove that they were, then they would be able to hear him easily.

But the voices seemed to be getting farther away. Carefully he straightened up and peered around the stone. Even though it was dark, shadows everywhere, the moon was full and cast a strong light, strong enough for him to see. He didn't see anything. Taking a step backwards, he kept his eyes where they were around the crypt.

He continued to step backwards, his steps getting quicker.

Yu turned swiftly, aiming to run.

And almost ran into the tall man who had managed to get right behind him. He wore a large smirk on his thin face as he looked down at Yu.

“Yu, I don't think you'll be getting away,” the man said. “So, stop running and lets have some fun.”

Yu backed up quickly, too close to the man. “Get away from me,” he hissed. “Haven't you killed enough? You killed the whole party!”

“We didn't eat the whole party though. Only two or three,” he told Yu, grinning.

“And we want you as dessert!” the singsong voice of the young girl said. He looked around and saw her sitting on top of the crypt, legs swinging childishly.

“You...killed all those people and didn't even eat them?” Yu asked, disgusted. He felt really sick. He continued to back up slowly, eyes traveling around and stopping on a long stick.

“Yes,” the girl said. “It was rather fun, wasn't it, Tyki?”

The man, Tyki, grinned widely. “Yes, of course. Would you stop trying to get away?” he said, lunging forward.

Yu grabbed the stick swiftly and brought it to meet the vampire. It hit him in the chest, but he just grabbed it from Yu's hands and pulled it away with a strong jerk. Then without so much as breaking his movement, he grabbed the young man.

“Don't struggle, it'll only make it hurt more,” he purred into Yu's ear.

Yu wasn't about to go out with a fight. He pulled away with as much strength as he had, almost getting away from Tyki, but tripping on a crumbled gravestone and falling.

“See, you can't get away,” the vampire said, pulling him up once more, his lips by Yu's ear again. “I like you...you know how to fight...”

And then he slid his lips down, grazing them across Yu's neck until he reached the spot he wanted. He slipped around Yu, standing behind him. “It won't hurt...for long,” he murmured.

Yu struggled. “Let go of me!” he said, trying to get away.

Tyki just let out a deep growl and lunged forward, fangs meeting Yu's neck. The young man let out a startled yell of pain as the sharp teeth cut deep into him. He felt his blood spill over, into the vampire's mouth as he began to feed.

It wasn't painful. Not really. Just at the beginning. But the pain was soon replaced by a dull numbness that soon enveloped his whole being. His vision blurred. He was no longer holding himself up, the vampire Tyki was. At one point he felt a small twinge as another pair of teeth joined. So the girl had joined in as well.

And then there was nothing...just sweet blackness.

-ooo-

Yu's eyes flashed open and he sat up. What had happened? He didn't know...He looked around, very confused, to see that he had been lying on a couch in a very fancy looking study.

“Oh...Tyki, he's finally 'woken' up,” a soft voice called from across the room and he looked around.

He saw a girl lounging in a chair, licking a large, brightly colored lollipop. Something stirred in his memory. He knew her...from where though?

“Good,” a deeper, male voice said and again Yu turned to see an older, tall man walk into the room. “I was beginning to worry.”

“What's going on? Who are you?” Yu asked.

“You just 'woke' up,” the man, Tyki told him. “I remember when I 'woke' up...I was very disorientated as well. It'll pass.”

“'Woke' up?” he asked.

“Yes, you were dead,” the girl said. “I'm Road by the way.”

“Dead?” Yu repeated stupidly.

The man nodded. “Yes. And I'm Tyki.”

“You killed me,” Yu said after a moment. Then his face split into a wide grin. “Oh, I remember now...”

“That was fast,” Tyki commented, leaning against a wall.

“I'm a vampire, aren't I?” he asked, looking at his hands for a moment, then reaching up and checking his neck for a pulse. There was none. “My heart isn't beating.”

“Yes, you are now. And no it isn't. We don't need one,” Tyki said, smiling slightly. “Would you like to stay with us, or would you like to go out on your own?”

He motioned to Road. So they went together. Yu paused, thinking. “I might...hang out for a little as I get adjusted,” he said. “But...there is something I must do.”

“'Course,” Road said. “Both of us had people we wanted to kill when we first 'woke' up. Just be back before the sun is up, or you'll be a fried shrimp!”

Yu glanced at her. “...The sun?”

“Yes,” Tyki said. “Along with wooden stakes, fire, and beheading. Holy water just hurts like hell, but it won't kill you.”

Yu nodded slowly then stood. He made a face as he did and stretched. “Sore,” he muttered.

Tyki nodded. “Yeah, I remember that as well,” he said, grinning widely. “Have fun.”

Yu glanced at him as he headed from the room. He headed down the hall towards the door that looked to be the front door and opened it, looking out. He found himself in a district close to his own and he smirked to himself, heading out.

He reached his house and opened the door, slipping inside. It seemed rather empty. Curious, he walked through, pausing at the study where he had first seen Tyki and Road killing off the guests. He smirked to himself once again as he remembered. He didn't know why, but he understood now. He got why they killed everyone and not just a couple.

Then he closed the door carefully – someone had cleaned the bodies – and headed to his fathers study. Yu wondered how many days it had been since he died. He reached his fathers study quickly and opened the door slowly, looking inside.

His father was sitting at his desk, head in his hands. When he heard the door open, he looked up, and his eyes widened, then narrowed, anger flaring.

“Why do you even bother coming back?” he spat, standing. “Your mother and the whole party was killed and you run off like a child!”

Yu watched him with cold eyes.

“Why didn't they get you? Those killers...” his father muttered, walking over to him. “You didn't even try to stop them. If you had been down there, you might've been able to help them!”

“Why didn't you help them?” Yu asked coldly. His father stared at him, standing in front of him, eyes cold as well.

“You know I was at a business meeting. I can't do everything!” his father said angrily. He drew his hand back and hit his son. “Useless...”

“I was just waiting for you to do that,” Yu growled then hit his father hard, causing him to stumble back. “You see, I didn't just run off. I was being chased. And they caught up with me. I didn't get away. They killed me. I'm dead.”

His father stared at him, eyes wide. “W-what?” he stuttered, covering his cheek with his hand. Yu reached out and touched his father on the face gently. “You're ice cold!”

“Told you,” Yu said, then lunged forward with a growl. “And yet you didn't believe me when I said we should worry about the killers.” And he sank his fangs – coming into being of their own accord – into his fathers neck.

-Beginning of the 20th Century-

Kanda looked at the body of the young man over the hand that he had been examining. This guy was taking forever to wake up. He tched, lounging on the chair and poking the body with his foot. He'd have to wake up sometime.

The redhead had practically asked to get bitten. Well, not really. But in Kanda's mind, he had. He hadn't left the dark eyed vampire alone and pushed him over the edge, getting himself killed. But Kanda was merciful enough to turn him. Plus, he needed someone to hang out with.

As he stared at the body, he felt a twinge of regret. The guy would follow him around, wouldn't he? Damn. Aw well...he could deal with a fledgling vampire easily enough if he really needed too. But he would just have to wait and see.

Glancing back at the body again, he was relieved to see him twitch. “Oi, wake up!”he called.

The young man made a small moan, eye flickering open. For a moment he blinked, then sat up slowly, looking around. “What happened?” he mumbled.

“You took your time,” Kanda said grumpily. “Makin' me wait.”

“What're you talking about?” the redhead said, staring at him with a lone green eye.

“You didn't wake up for the longest time,” Kanda drawled, watching him. “You're dead, by the way.”

The other blinked several times, trying to figure out what Kanda had said. “Wait...I remember you. I was bugging you because I had nothing to do...wait...dead?”

Kanda rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yes, dead. What's your name? Can't just call you dead man.”

“Lavi,” he said. “...Dead?” He was silent for a moment before his face cracked into a wide smile. “This is neat! What am I?”

The dark haired vampire stared at him, his mouth opening slightly as he gaped. “You...have issues,” he grumbled. “And you're a vampire.”

“A vampire?! That is so cool!” he said. “I thought they were just legends...”

Kanda turned away from him. “As did I,” he said. “Until I met one.”

“Huh. What's your name? I don't remember you saying it when I was...not dead,” said Lavi.

“Its Kanda,” the vampire replied. “And I didn't say it before. You were bugging me. So I killed you.”

“But you turned me into one as well,” Lavi said, getting to his feet.

“And now I'm wishing I didn't,” Kanda grumbled. He felt like he wasn't going to be able to get away from this guy, even if he did try to kill him. “Don't you have someone that you'd want to kill or something?”

Lavi raised his one visible eyebrow. “Um, no,” he said.

“What kind of a vampire are you?” Kanda scoffed, eyeing him with distaste.

“What do you mean?” the redhead asked.

“I mean...you don't want to kill anyone? Softy,” the dark eyed man said.

Lavi was silent for a moment. “I never said I didn't want to kill anyone. I just said that I didn't have anyone I wanted to kill, as in, know anyone I wanted to kill,” he said, coming over to Kanda. “Are you always like this?”

“Like what?” Kanda said, turning to look at Lavi. He jumped slightly as he saw the other closer than he had thought and moved back.

“Paranoid?” Lavi asked, giving a short laugh. “You're all...grumpy. You need to loosen up.”

Kanda glared at him sharply before turning and heading for the door. “The sun's just gone down. We can go out now...” he said, glancing back at Lavi. The newly made vampire, Lavi, hurried after him, looking excited. His vampire blood would kick in soon and he would need no help from Kanda. Not that he would give any.
Comments?

shed some light to me

2008-06-10T15:49:15Z

Hey YULLEN Fangirls. :)
Just thought Id share my rants on YULLEN <3. I really want to know what you all are thinking and i bet you have tons of things to say on the pair. PLUS, i just started on yullen so you can probably shed me some light. ^______^

Here are the links:

I'll be waiting for you guys!!
arranged by the first time i fell for YULLEN.

http://fayeiii.livejournal.com/26961.html
http://fayeiii.livejournal.com/27191.html
http://fayeiii.livejournal.com/28132.html
http://fayeiii.livejournal.com/28520.html

I really do want to hear your opinions/defenses/ whatever. :p

yullen love always,
phae

Countdown to Love [KandaAllen/Yullen oneshot]

2008-06-09T12:30:57Z

Title: Countdown to Love
Authoress: Seto's Darkness, shinigami39
Genre: Romance, General, Humor
Rating: T, Teens
Pairing: KandaAllen/Yullen, some LaviLena
Summary: Everybody wants to be Kanda Yuu's date for the graduation party, but it seems that the best candidate is the new transfer student, Allen Walker. [Twelve months, two hearts, one feeling: Yullen HS AU]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warning: Shounen-ai,yaoi, AU. Unbetaed, because I wanted to post this ASAP. (Yes, I'm behind withthe updates very much -.-) So. All mistakes are mine? Also, LOL cheesy title.
Credits: Thanks to luzopi for her insights and comments :3
A/N: Cross-posted everywhere. :O Oh, and belated Happy Birthday, Kanda! ♥

[Fanfic] Flurry

2008-06-08T21:01:36Z

Title: Flurry
Pairing: Kanda/Allen (naturally)
Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: One day, Allen reflected, he would teach Kanda the difference between being lowered to the bed and being tackled.

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[Fanart] Happy Birthday, Kanda! 6/6

2008-06-06T02:59:08Z

Just a little something I quick drew up ((okay, it actually took FOREVER!)) ((...cuz I suck...)) for Kanda's birthday on the 6th!! Please take a look and drop me a comment, maybe!

I know that I'm not a crazy good artist like Hoshino-sama, but I'm improving! Gradually....sort of...hopefully...

Anyways, I'm too lazy to try and get rid of the notebook lines. My printer was out of ink so I couldn't scan, edit, print and rescan like I would normally do. I just quick colored so it looks kinda cute and stuff. Yeah!

DISCLAIMER: Characters are not mine!! What IS mine is the paper, pencil, eraser, scanner, and computer that created this beast...