「 D.Gray-Man Ep.5 - Destroyer Who Saves 」
DL: [ .mp4 @ MF ]「 “We’re destroyers, not saviors.” 」
「 “Even so, I want to be a destroyer who saves.” 」
I believe what Allen said at Mater really had an impact on Kanda. Sure, he hates the idealistic and hopeful sentiment… Like he almost wants to believe, and he hates that because well fuck, believing, and then getting hurt when you’re disappointed is stupid. …Well, it turned out the destroyer saved him in the end.
He had thought Allen was just a naive self-righteous hypocrite that has never lost anything, but they clashed and Kanda finds out (or I hope he realizes) that he’s not naive. He’s been through all that shit and he’s still strong enough to hope and believe, and it makes Allen Walker fucking beautiful. He doesn’t have anything because he’s lost it too, and that doesn’t make him much different from Kanda. Marie mentions this eventually too, that they hate each other because they’re so similar. And because they’ve both lost something so dear, they share an understanding of that kind of pain. Of course, they’re complete opposites too. Allen walker chose to believe and Kanda gave up. In my eyes, this would be the start of when Kanda started falling for that self-sacrificing, annoying little martyr.
And then he contradicts his earlier statement that he wouldn’t help Allen in battle. He starts to give a shit. Allen gets under his skin. He’s the only one who’s able to rile him up that much. In the manga, during the scene on the stairways, he shows much less concern. Here in the anime… “If it hurts you… Stop the doll.” The way he says this is almost like he’s trying to comfort Allen. O Ao)” Considering who he is, and yet he even bothers to say these things to Allen, someone he just met… Kind of makes Allen special, don’t you think?
Guzol and Lala’s last wishes were to die on their own terms. He wanted to kill her himself. He loves Lala, so it makes sense.
“Remember where we went on our first mission?” he asked Allen back when he opened the Ark to let them escape. I found it interesting that he chose Mater, of all places. This leads me to believe that place has significance to him.
Kanda forfeited peace with the one he loves, came back, and now insists on being the one to kill Allen…
I find that all quite romantic.
If he has white/silver hair
There’s a 89% chance he’s a yandere/yangire or just plain evil
Either way, he’s probably gay
ƾ 【 Allen Walker 】 ★ ……………..// via D.Gray-Man; 2004 ( ǂ Zone: 2003)
⊂ 【 Sion 】 ❖ …………………………………………….// via No.6; 2003/2011
Հ 【 Hokuto 】 ☠ …………………………………// via Shikabane Hime; 2005
☦ 【 Aleksander “Sasha” N. Hell 】 Յ …// via Seikon no Qwaser; 2006
You people need to come up with more original character designs.
…also, why are you all lesbians?
It’s even more awkward than they would have guessed.
Neither of them dares to speak, as they quietly clean themselves up and get dressed. Allen will need the shower, and thank goodness it’s just across the gym, because he needs to clean himself out before it starts dripping out everywhere.
“You really di-didn’t need to… come IN me, you know,” Allen mutters disapprovingly.
Fuck, that’s really not the ideal conversation starter.
Kanda’s beyond embarrassed, and Allen’s face burns.
“Well, uh, hopefully, that man has given up for today, so I’ll just go to my locker and shower real quick—so, um…”
“…”
“I’ll need your trousers,” Allen deadpanned.
“The HELL you will!!” Kanda shouts.
They proceed to battle over the only clean pair of pants.
“I’ll be quick as a jiffy! Promise!”
“You won’t even fit, moyashi!” Kanda retorts.
“It’s Allen, and I can roll up the hems…? Come on, no one will see you as long as you wait in here!”
Wait, this conversation is getting awfully familiar.
“Nooo!!” is Kanda’s battle cry.
The young British male declares, “Trousers! Off! NOW!”
x o x o———x o
As he steps out of the shower, Allen rustles his wet hair, and dresses himself in his standard white button-up shirt, black jacket, and goes commando in black pants that are much too long for him.
When he reaches his locker to retrieve a pair of gym shorts, he notices the colourful balls of misshapen chocolates for his friends.
Then there’s that extra batch of cookies that he planned on eating himself, if they weren’t too bitter.
x o x o———x o
Kanda’s pants are thrown back into his face, and as they slide down, his unamused expression darkens.
“What. The fuck. Took so long,” the Asian asked, politely, not waiting to step back into his pants.
“Sorry! I got a little lost without Tim,” Allen apologized insincerely.
“Can you go a day without having your PDA eaten by a cat,” the Asian asks, a remark which the other boy ignores.
“So, uhm…”
“What now.”
“Here,” Allen says, as he offers a bag of cookies adorned in red ribbon. Kanda notices that the boy is no longer wearing a neck ribbon.
”What is that abomination?” Kanda asks warily.
“What do you think?”
“…I fucking hate green eggs and ham.”
“You’d make a terrible rapper, Sam-I-Am,” says Allen as he rustles a cookie out of the bag and practically shoves it down Kanda’s throat.
“…” Kanda’s eyebrow twitches.
“Well?”
“…Is that… matcha?” Kanda asks between bites.
“Yes. Dark and matcha green tea chocolate. What do you think?” Allen asks again, proudly.
“Terrible,” the Asian replies, as he snatches the rest of the bag and eats another one. Of course he wouldn’t admit the combination is genius. He should ask how Allen’s food always manages to taste fine despite always looking like shit. The boy would probably just say “because Kanda’s a shit-for-brains, so it all evens out”, and he decides not to ask.
Allen sighs, exasperated, before he realizes that they fucked before what was meant to be a romantic ritual, and then he sighs again for involving himself further into their messed up relationship. “You know, there’s usually an order to these things.”
“When the fuck do we ever do things in order,” Kanda asks rhetorically.
“Starting now,” the shorter boy replies, as he bites off the other half of the cookie in Kanda’s mouth. He barely has time to look teasing, before the Japanese man brings him back to take his lips again.
The boy starts rolling his hips on the other’s thigh. The Japanese male’s head falls onto the younger boy’s shoulder, and raises again into his hair to take in the nauseatingly sweet, yet alluring scent.
Allen twists around to face Kanda, and the latter doesn’t waste a second to capture his lips. Hungrily, they devour the other, tongues entwining in a fervent battle. When it finally breaks, they gasp for air. Kanda’s attention turns to the other’s nape, then to nip at his collarbone, and finally to unwind his red ribbon.
The imaginary wind whistles, and the two at counterpoint are glaring at each other in distaste.
Kanda looks ridiculous in a cowboy hat, really. Gun duels aren’t even really his thing. Allen looks good in anything, even a clown suit, and that pisses him off that the kid could even make him think that.
The equipment room soccer ball—or as Allen would argue, a foot ball, or as Kanda would argue, a tumbleweed, rolls lazily across the floor. A chair leans adjacent to the door, blocking intruders.
“So,” Allen begins.
“What the fuck are you doing here,” hisses Kanda.
“Running from debt collectors, again. Why do you think we ran for it, buckwheat brains?”
“I don’t know, to change your tampon? How was I supposed to know,” Kanda retorts.
“Did you… Follow me here?” Allen asks cautiously.
“What? No!” Part of the reason I left two days ago was to get the hell away from—”
Allen’s exasperated. “I left last week, just after Alma’s confrontation with you. Why are you running from him again?”
“I left to run away from you!”
No. He didn’t mean to say that.
“I mean—” Kanda starts to explain, but it’s already too late to take it back because Allen is looking at him, really searching him, trying to read his eyes. Worst of all, it’s having an effect, and an unsettling warm courses through Kanda’s body.
The shorter boy approaches him, and with every step, Kanda backs against the wall, until Allen has to close him in with an arm against the wall.
He’s right. Alma was right.
“He’s the reason, isn’t it? The reason you don’t—” the brunet’s voice cracked in Allen’s memory, “Don’t look at me anymore.”
They droop to the floor, and Kanda is cursing underneath his breath. Kanda is cursing, and it isn’t helping it go down.
Allen finally smiles, a bit sad. It eases him a bit to know he wasn’t the only one who was scared. They both practically responded with fight or flight syndrome, and fled, unknowingly in the same direction.
Cupid must really have them cornered with arrows.
Allen almost finds it funny.
Well, screw Cupid. He doesn’t want to be together with someone as hateful as Kanda.
He’ll live his life out with healthy relationships, perhaps marry someone gentle and kind and live in modest happiness.
He turns the other way at the same time Kanda raises his knee, and it accidentally brushes against Allen’s crotch.
“Shit, I didn’t—”
Allen moans slightly, and falls back against the taller male, feeling through fabric a firm and pulsating organ.
And Allen stops thinking clearly as heat overtakes his mind.
Kanda was finally at peace.
That annoying pair had left, and thank the gods he doesn’t believe in, because he couldn’t stand another minute of their flirting. Wearing his and that moyashi’s looks while acting like a newly-wed couple was absolutely mortifying to watch.
”Finally!” says the same voice concurrently.
The bartender had finally found his target, and the swordsman had finally escaped.
Allen Walker stood between the two. He does wonder about why Kanda’s there as well, and about how the bartender after him and Cross managed to find him… But more importantly, he’s concerned about that same unpleasant voice surrounding him at both sides.
No. He does not need this today. Allen was going to deliver his giri chocolates and that extra to his friends from his previous high school, go to the casino, and then go home.
Kusanagi Izumo blinks awkwardly as he says, “That was…”
“Weird,” Kanda Yuu continues, with the same voice.
“How strange. We sound exactly alike,” the blond claims.
Well, of course. They do share the voice of the sexiest sounding seiyuu in Japan.
Allen turns and dashes to the nearest exit, dragging Kanda along by the wrist.
The bartender pursues them in haste.
x o x o———x o
“Please accept this,” says the swordsman once again, on one knee, offering a beautifully wrapped box of pink and silver.
“Hehe. I’d be glad to,” says Shiro as he takes the box in hand. “Thank you. I was looking forward to it very much!”
Shiro slides off the lid, and inside are an assortment of uniquely decorated chocolates in various shapes.
“Uwaa—! So skilled, as always!” he exclaims, deeply impressed.
Shiro takes a bite of a piece of dark chocolate sprinkled in coconut and silver candied beads, and moans at the deliciousness when the caramel filling seeps through his tongue.
Kuroh’s face heats up.
“These are great!” says Shiro, holding the rest out of the reach of Neko’s paws.
Eventually, Neko has to transform into human form. “Shiro, Shiro! Let me try one!” she pleads, reaching and leaping around, attempting to grab the decadent treats.
“And these are for you,” Kuroh says as he offers a small bag of white chocolate fish-shaped candies.
”Nya!” she cries when she sniffs that familiar scent of catnip. She tackles the bag out of Kuroh’s hand with strings of thank yous, and runs off in feline form, carrying the bag in her mouth…
Leaving the two together, alone.
“Oh…” Shiro says, blushing.
Their gazes connect, and doesn’t break for a moment—they lose track of how long.
Kuroh smiles, and the other boy takes his hand and they head to the rooftop together. Izumo is practically skipping, and the keys jangle in his rear pocket.
The former locks the door behind them.
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Allen Walker Character/Uniform design [from CharaGray]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/4ce6422b5f558dd9120c867992b2c63e/tumblr_mj9wqlPmoN1rjg69ko1_r1_500.jpg)
