Hey people! BrokenAngelicHeart here~ Long story short. Returning to the Fanfic world. XD Anyway! We are all here because WE LOVE MAN. This story takes place before Alma… So, sorry to those people who wants Alma. The story line is different from the manga's story. So no flamers saying that "Hey! That didn't happen! You're wrong." Or "That's not true. You suck!" Unfortunately, this story is a figment of my imagination, however limited. Oh yeah! Almost forgot. Due to my busyness, I might not be able to update often… And, each chapter might be very short… So… Gomen in advance!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my own characters and the plot… Sadly.
The silence of the peaceful night was broken by the entry of a person, unknown to all in the Black Order, their lives would be taking a great turn.
Allen thumped heavily on the wooden door that blocks the entry of Kanda's room. "Oi Ba-Kanda! You in there?"
"What the hell do you want?" The owner of the room swung the door open and cursed unsparingly.
"What do you mean what the hell do I want? You haven't exited your room since you came back from your last mission! And that was two weeks ago! I know you have your own bathroom now but DON'T YOU NEED TO EAT!"
"I'm not you Moyashi. Get lost." He slams the door shut.
It wasn't the rude words or the coarse tone that made Allen leave. It was something else. Something in Kanda's eyes gave Allen a shock. The usual anger and hatred was there, but evidently milder. Instead. Kanda's eyes were filled with worry.
"That's not right. Kanda doesn't worry. He doesn't care about anyone." Allen was confused.
Slamming the door shut, Kanda knew that that Moyashi was going to make a big fuss of it. Screw him. Casting his eyes over to the bed, he sighs. "When are you going to wake up?" The eyes remained close, sometimes squeezed tight, as if the person is unwilling to awaken. He sits down next to the person, annoyed at everything. "Wake up damnit! For how long are you going to make me wait?" After a while, he regretted his words and apologized. "Please wake up soon…"
The figure on the bed moved, struggling in the coma. Kanda tensed, hoping that it wasn't going to be another attack. Unfortunately for him. It was. The figure jerked, pushing away the blankets and scratching at the bed sheets. Flustered, Kanda could only watch, using his hand as a gag to stifle the screams of agony. It was only an hour later when the screaming finally softened and stopped, his hand bleeding. Gathering the figure into his arms, he hushes, muttering in the ear. "It's alright…. You'll be just fine…"