When I first met Allen Walker, the first thought in my head was poor guy.
He wheeled up to the seat next to mine, half his face smiling sweetly as he pushed the chair away, scooting under the desk by lowering his wheelchair. Then he pulled out his books from his backpack hanging from the back, and glanced at me again.
I smiled, but I know it was a wary smile, because honestly I couldn't keep looking at him.
The poor boy.
The next day when I headed to phycology, he was there too, already in a seat which just happened to be next to the only free one. I bet no one wanted to sit next to him. Maturity was hard to come by, even in college.
So I smiled again, and on the inside cringed as he once again attempted to grin. He pulled out his books and papers, and with the one arm that wasn't charred, he began to take notes.
I didn't have classes Wednesday, so I headed to a restaurant I had heard about from my dorm mate. Surprise surprise he was there as well, sitting at the end of a two person table, a pretty girl in the seat across from him. I knew it wasn't his girlfriend, because no offense, but who wanted to date a half burned, crippled boy with white hair? He saw me walk in, and he smiled that creepy half-smile, but regardless I walked over and stood by their table.
"Hey Lavi!" He said pleasantly, in his sort of raspy voice and turned to look at the dark-haired girl. "Lenalee, this is Lavi, he's in my classes." She smiled at me politely, and held out a hand, which I accepted with a smile.
I pulled up a chair, at their invitation, and watched as Allen shoveled in food, surprised at the ease in which he ate. Then it was that I had to remind myself. Allen Walker wasn't a metally instable man, or even impaired (in the metal sense). He was just a normal guy, dealt a sad card of tragedy.
And surprisingly, when I left the café, that smile he gave me wasn't as scary as I had first thought.
The next two classes, Thursday, I was surprised to find no Allen Walker, but my Saturday Class he was in. He wasn't headed for the same major as me, which explained it. He wasn't interested in researching the human condition, or anything like me, he wanted to be a therapist to help people like him.
Weeks flew by, filled with after school study groups, and I realized the boy who I had imagined as a grumpy, sorrow filled college student was the opposite of the young adult I could call my friend. Allen was a ball of energy, happiness and cheer.
He took a bad situation and turned it around.
I finally got the courage to ask him what happened, that had caused him to be as he was. He smiled at me, that warm (as I know could see) grin and asked me to sit down.
"I was in the car," he began, and I leaned forward in the chair ever so slightly. "It was my first time driving with my license, and my father Mana was sitting next to me, smiling and humming a tune under his breath. We had just made it out on the state road when, out of nowhere a truck carrying oil rammed in the car in front of us. I barely had time to slam on the breaks, when everything went black and when I woke up, all I could feel was pain all over, and the smell of something burnt." He paused, and looked at the ground. "The car had exploded, and I had caught on fire. Mana perished, and I was left like this." He had looked up at me then, with a grim resolve in his eyes. "But I am still alive, and recovered thanks to…" He had trailed off and left me confused, but knowing this was all I was going to get out of him.
That was when I started to understand Allen Walker.
The second semester began quickly, and I started spending more and more time with Allen. That was when I realized that the feelings I was having towards my best friend where more than JUST friendly.
I had started to fall in love with him.
His appearance was suddenly beautiful to me, everything he did perfect and amazing and he was just an angel.
And I didn't mind the fact that he would never walk, that half his body was the color of ash and that he had a huge scar over his eye, which didn't open.
I didn't care.
It was middle of the third quarter when I discovered he had a boyfriend.
Me and Lenalee had become friends fast, and just in passing she had mentioned Allen had a boyfriend who was three years old, studying in Japan.
I had been slightly disappointed, but I knew if it came down to it, in the looks department I would most likely win. Who wanted to date a crippled boy?
Lenalee had just increased my suspecting when she sighed and said, "I'll never understand why they are together."
I knew that I was most likely better than whoever this man was.
Allen never talked about him, had no pictures (as I had been in his apartment almost daily to study) and maybe they were only together because Allen was lonely.
So I decided by the end of the school year Allen Walker would be mine.
The first week of the last quarter was my chosen time, and sure enough I was over at his apartment. Allen was seated at his small kitchen table, me sprawled out on his couch. I turned over and smiled at Allen.
This was the time.
"Look All-" The sound of heavy knocks on the wood door stopped my sentence, and I reluctantly got to my feet and went to the sound.
I pulled open the door, slightly frustrated, and then gaped.
Standing in front was a god of a man, with one arm in a sling and the other holding a piece of paper. He had a scowl on his face, and was glaring at me.
"The fuck are you?" He spat and narrowed his eyes at me. Then I heard a laugh from behind me, and the man rudely stepped in, bumping past me.
There was Allen, smiling sweeter than I had ever seen, his arms open as if expecting a hug. The man smirked and dropped the bag off his back onto the ground, then wrapped his arms around MY crush.
I glared at the ponytailed man, most likely another friend of Allen's, as he had so many beautiful people (me included). Until Allen pulled the man's head into a kiss, in which my jaw dropped and I faced the wall in a hurry.
"Lavi!" Allen said, and I turned.
"I want you to meet my boyfriend, Kanda."
sorry for making allen crippled and kanda so hot (kidding I would never apoligize for that)
Laven fans, I don't like Laven but I like you.
No hate okay.