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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M, Multi, Other
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Relationship: Kanda Yuu/Alma Karma/Allen Walker, Kanda Yuu/Alma Karma,
Alma Karma/Allen Walker, Kanda Yuu/Allen Walker
Character: Kanda Yuu, Alma Karma, Allen Walker, Komui Lee, Howard Link,
Timcanpy (D.Gray-man)
Additional Tags: Yulmallen, Yulmallen AU, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Cross-
Posted on Tumblr, Nonbinary Alma Karma, Off to War, third side of
the war, Mild Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Worry, Anxiety, Title
taken from Dylan Thomas's poem, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good
Night, Also Komui can throw the best shade at people and sound
totally innocent
Series: Part 9 of Yulmallen AU Drabbles
Stats: Published: 2017-06-04 Words: 1858

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

by ElReyCiervo

Summary

Drabble #9) The clock in the room was their own personal war bell, and suddenly the time
to go off to war came sooner than expected.

Notes

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man

Warnings: language

Wow, thank you all for the feedback and kudos and such throughout this seriesits been
so great to hear from you all! I was trying to push this another installment, but I dont think
a tenth one would have fit very well with this. So, I am sad to say that this is coming to an
end with this installment right here. Thank you all for sticking with me, and I hope you all
enjoy this last hurrah. (o u o)/ <3 <3 <3

See the end of the work for more notes

The time had come sooner than Alma had anticipated.

Even now, sitting on the edge of Kandas bed waiting for the hour to tick away, they had not
expected the week to be over so soon. Komui had been given the approval for their mission,
albeit with a wary and raised metaphorical eyebrow from the higher-ups. From what the
Supervisor had told them, their mission would be to hunt down Innocence pieces in a large group
of four that would split into pairs. It was only after assuring Leverrier that Link would reign in
Allen and Kanda, a general, could handle Alma did the stern man accept the proposal.

Tim, the sneaky little golem, had snuck into Komuis office during the discussion with Leverrier,
and returned with the best backhandedness that Alma had ever heard from Komui. Im I sure?
Komui had parroted back from the question Leverrier had asked, placing an innocent hand on his
chest. Of course Im not one hundred percent sure about him, my good sir. After all, it was
Centrals wise and authoritative decision to green-light exorcist Yuu Kanda into becoming a
general. A simple Supervisor like myself could not possibly have a fraction of the clear foresight
that Central possesses, so I must rely on their skilled decision. I mean, what General could not
handle an exorcist like Alma? Surely one of such powerful caliber like Kanda could take on that
task. Are you...are you doubting your superiors, Leverrier? The very Vatican itself? My, my, I
dont think that looks good in the slightest, dont you think? It was here that Leverriers face had
turned an ugly shade of puce and sputtered out a denial to the accusation and an approval to the
mission.

God damn, Komui could give the most snide and insulting comments without outright sounding
like it better than anyone Alma ever knew. They could have kissed the man had they been there
when it happened.

Kanda, Allen, and Alma had laughed themselves stupid after Tims recording.

Even when he was not present, Komui was making their lives just a little easier. Every laugh,
every smile, and every joke made it that much easier to breathe.

Penny for your thoughts?

Allens voice brought them to the present as they looked up from where they had been staring for
what they had guessed must have been a while. Oh, Alma gave a little, dismissive smile,
nothing serious. Just thinking, is all.

Their paler lover sat down on the bed next to them, first aid kit in hand. Even though Kanda had
not stopped rummaging through his trunk of clothes, Alma knew he was listening to the two of
them. He was never one for direct emotion and all that. Want to tell me what about? Allen
asked.

Alma traced a few thin scars on the others normal hand. I think you already know what.

Allen flipped over his hand in order to grasp Almas smoother, tanner one. Alma could feel a few
callouses on Allens hand, ones they knew told stores of hard work, grit, and perseverance. The
scars, if they were to think about that in the same vein, told the same stories as well. Allens body
could speak tales that he did not have to verbalize, whereas Almas could not. Regeneration and
healing banished the scars from their body as well as the callouses, leaving the Second with trials
that could only be spoken by word, not through the flesh. Tell me anyway? Allen was
persistent, Alma could give him that.

They sighed, looking around the room: bags near packed, medicine about to be stocked, and
weapons (a few knives Link made them start carrying for precautionary reasons, as if the three of
them werent weapons already) in their holsters ready to be tucked away. Although preparing to
embark on a literal path to war, Alma could not help but savor the quiet and calm that blanketed
over the three of them. It was almost like a lullaby, and they were near tired enough to fall asleep
to it. Its almost time. This, they gestured to the room with a broad wave of their hand, thiiiiis
might be the last moment of peace we get in the foreseeable future. I guess Im just taking it all in,
I suppose.

The ticking of the wall clock seemed to be louder, almost mocking.

Sighing, Allen gave their hand a squeeze. I understand. Similar moments have happened to me
all this week when I get some time to myself. Even though you two are coming with me, I stillI
think I still worry that he abruptly cut off then glared at a random space on the wall, but Alma
knew it was not a weird, random occurrence. A certain Noah head-mate often made Allen break
off from conversations like that. Sorry, I was saying that I worry about what is going to happen
to us. Thisthis isnt going to be easy for anyone. He looked down, eyebrows scrunched. Alma
reached over and rubbed a thumb between his brows, trying to melt away the tension. I just, I-I
dont want you to get hurt.

A snort came from Kanda as he raised his head from looking inside the trunk in order to prop it up
on his hand, elbow resting on the lip of the trunk. Like weve told you a million and one times,
Moyashi, we can take care of ourselves. We are not leaving you to gallivant away to the Third
Side by yourself. That what partners do, baka.

Of course Kanda had to give his own unique input, Alma smiled, tired but fond.

A roll of mercury eyes. Did I ask for your opinion, Jerkanda?

Well you got it, Moyashi. Kanda found what he was looking for and dumped it in his bag. An
extra pair of pants and four hair ties. Turning to Alma, he said, Anyway, those kinds of thoughts
are normal, Alma. Dont keep thinking about it or youre going to get upset, you oaf.

A click of a tongue. Yuu Kanda, ever the person of comfort. How loving. The sarcasm was so
sickeningly blatant that it could have caused another outbreak of the Black Plague. Allen was on a
roll today.

I swear to God I will gut you right here and now if you dont leave me the fuck alone.

Alma couldnt help their own insert. But I thought you said we were supposed to stay together
cause thats what partners do, Yuu.

His glare would have killed a lesser person.

Watching the two men in front of them bicker like it was the most normal thing in the world made
them feel lighter, made it easier to take a breath. If these two foolish lovers of theirs could stay the
samestay true to what made them who they werethen Alma would be happy. They were
aware of the circumstances that they would all face soon enough, but they held on to the slim hope
and desire that their lovers would not be changed and twisted at their core by what the new
challenges had in store for them. Dont let Allen become push himself away from us. Let him have
just a few good thingslet him have us. They gripped Allens hand just a bit tighter as they
reached out to grab Kandas. Dont let Kanda be swallowed by his hatred like me. Let him love
like hes wanted to.

The ticking of the clock seemed to ring in their ears, but the number of minutes they had left struck
a worse chord in their heart.
Tick, tick, tick.

Their own personal war bell in the room.

Tick, tick, tick.

Other than the continuous background noise that nature had to offerthe buzzing of insects, the
rustling of leaves as the wind caressed the trees, and the soft gurgling of a little streamit was
quiet outside. The sun had just set a few minutes ago, painting the sky brilliant yet soft fuchsias,
lavenders, and indigos. The glittering stars were beginning to appear, as were the night creatures
of the forest. As the three of them stood in the main entryway of the Order, about to depart, Alma
could almost describe the evening as quiet, gentle even.

However, that could not be said about the emotions raging inside their heart.

They kept it muted and together as their friends waved them good bye. The smile on their face
belied what they were truly feeling: anxiety of the future, rage towards Central and the corrupt
Order, and worry for their friends and lovers. They only had but a short period of time before
Central became suspicious of all of them and sent CROWs to subdue them. A shiver that had
nothing to do with the evening temperature passed through the Seconds body as they
remembered the acute pain a CROW could inflict.

With the great doors of the main entrance shut, their journey officially had begun. They latched
onto Kanda and Allens hands, feeling an unpleasant feeling well in their chest like nausea. Kanda
said nothing, but gave them a comforting look while Allen smiled, twining their fingers tighter
together. Link, ever present behind the three of them, said nothing; however, Alma could feel the
Inspector sending positive energy to them.

We better pick up the pace, Allen said, voice low and strong. While his voice did not waver, the
subtle, irritated eye twitch spoke for the annoying Noah in his head. We have a lot of ground to
cover.

Link input, There is a train in the next town over. If we hurry, we can make the one that will take
us across the border. That will save us a great deal of time.

Hands still gripped together and eyes forward with purpose, Alma picked up the pace. The Holy
War between the Order and the Earl may be continuously raging, but they were about to bring a
war all their own. Neither the Order or the Earl were innocent in this battle; neither could lie about
the suffering they caused. The Order manipulated and manipulated and manipulated the good
people that worked for it, experimented and tortured the people who were supposed to fight.
Inadvertently, the Order was just like the Earl and his Noahtearing families apart and destroying
what made people who they were. The Earl was more blatant in his manipulation and destruction,
sending Akuma to do his work for him. Neither side was innocent, but both sides were to blame.

The Third Side would not stand for anymore destruction. No more manipulation, no more
experimentation, no more outright killing, no more wanton destruction. It was time to bring the
Holy War to an end. With Allen and Kanda by their side, Alma would rage against all the
gruesome atrocities both sides wrought.

They would not go gentle into the good night.

 Published: 6/4/17

If you liked this series, I post some more Yulmallen stuff on my tumblr blog badlydrawnyullen
and I also have a regular DGM blog as well, elreyexorcista

End Notes

A/N: Title from the poem Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas.

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