Gray eyes were focused on the words that made the owner of those depths want to change what was written.

...things were so complicated and it so it happened that Kana acted like he didn't cared on what decision Lance made. Now that he was left alone...all the bitterness and sadness he felt inside...he didn't showed any of it. They were together, he didn't come back for a long time and Lance found someone else that made him happy. Simple as that, it was what he kept in his mind. He was hurt and he cried himself to sleep. He told himself,

" Not all stories ends with a happy ending."

" BaKanda writes stories like this? How negative..." Allen mumbled to himself as he placed Kanda's blue notebook back to its owner's table. He shouldn't be doing this; sneaking into the classroom and looking at the raven's work while his other classmates were in the swimming class. He knew that Kanda was a journalist in Mikiyo High (though a silent bastard he always were) and he wanted to know so BADLY what the stoic teen was writing. He found out that it was a short story about two guys who had fallen in love but in a short while, one had given up then the other didn't want to seem very sad about it.

Wait...

He's NOT planning to publish this...right?

" Baka moyashi, what are you doing with my things?"

Allen immediately turned just to find a very pissed off Kanda behind him.

" Ahh...ehh...finding your victim's head in your bag?"

" Get the hell out of here, moyashi. Think about my privacy." Kanda said as he hit Allen's head with a thickly covered book.

" Oww! Bullshit, that hurt! I-I thought you're in the swimming class!"

" I don't do swimming. And I was on the Journ's meeting. Got problem with that?"

" N-No." He was about to make his way out when he stopped walking and he turned to the raven haired boy.

" Kanda?"

" What, moyashi?"

" Not all stories ends with a happy ending? Let's change that, shall we?" the white haired boy said with a smile before walked out of the room, deciding to go to the swimming class. Kanda saw his blue notebook lying on his table, opened. He placed it back into his bag and went out of the room.

"Baka moyashi, what could you possibly know..."

A/N: So freaking SHORT! -facepalms- I really suck at writing stories...-sighs- Like it or not, you decide... flames are accepted...-emo corner-