Disclaimer: I don't own -Man. Katsura Hoshino does.
It's the same dream.
The same damn dream.
I don't fully know what it means, but I always awake at the dreaded end.
Panting and sweating.
Trembling and frightened.
I would always look around me to be sure I was in my room.
But I just couldn't understand what that dream was telling me.
What is it telling me about him?
The Baka Moyashi?
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I had my normal uninterested look on my face as I made my way to the new cafeteria. Ever since old HQ was damaged beyond repair, the Order thought it best if we used the Ark and move to our new Headquarters. To tell you the truth, it's been like Hell in here.
Moyashi is under surveillance for being the link to the Fourteenth Noah. Moyashi's master, General Cross Marian, have gone missing - or as some may say - killed and dragged out of his room. Moyashi's golem, Timcampy, started acting strange; it would always fly into the room General Cross was last seen and sit in the General's blood, all depressed. Moyashi was - is - also distraught after learning of his master's disappearance, though he doesn't normally show it.
When that pesky Inspector Howard Link - or Two Spots as Lavi would call him - was not around Moyashi, said boy would always sit in an abandoned part of the building, looking at anything that would show his reflection and glare at it in distaste. He was never looking at himself, but it seemed like it was something right above him. He's never told anyone about it, but whatever he's looking at, he really despises it.
Then, we got a new Excorsist named Timothy. We went on a fucked up mission to find Innocence because of some guy named G would steal valuable things from musieums, but when they caught him, it would be someone completely different and get thrown in jail anyway. Damn kid made us go through all of that shit just to find out that he's an excorsist.
Che. Baka Moyashi thinks he can shoulder all the burden on his own. I still can't understand how he thinks. He has enough shit to deal with with the Fourteenth, now he feels like he has to take all of the problems and put it on himself. Not that I care what he puts on his shoulders. I just hate people like him.
"Good morning, Kanda," a voice rang in my ears.
I was snapped out of my train of thoughts as the cursed boy and stal-Inspector were leaving the cafeteria. Moyashi smiled at me, but that smile was fake. Since all this shit happened, his smiles has never reached his eyes. He claims that he's alright, but I can see through it all. He has a shadow of bags under his eyes, his hair is a little messy around the nape of his neck, and he looks a bit paler.
I hate it.
I hate the way he acts. Hate it when he tries to slowly push people away so they won't notice. Hate it when he cries over the souls he cannot save. Hate it when he pushes himself so hard to become stronger to defeat that fat ass of a Millenium Earl. I hate it when... he smiles. Those damn smiles. It's like he only uses them to reassure someone else instead of himself. I even heard from baka Usagi that Moyashi has the perfect pokerface because of his travels with Cross and all of the debt collectors.
"Hn," I turned away from him with ignorance and a scowl. From the corner of my eyes, I can see an anger mark above his head. Clearly, I ticked him off.
"Now, Kanda. It's only polite for you to greet someone back more nicely. Don't you think?" he strained to maintain the smile while his eyebrow twitched.
I 'che'-ed, "Like I would greet a moyashi like you," came my reply.
"It's ALLEN, BaKanda! Oh, I'm sorry. You're too slow to even remember it," he said almost innocently with teasing clearly evident in his voice.
I gave him one of my death glares, but he didn't faulter, "Who're you calling slow, Baka?"
"Who else has a slow process with names here?"
"Shut up. You're obviously the slow one if you can't remember what I said the first time we met."
We both glared heatedly at each other as sparks flew from both our eyes. The way he looked at me with so much fierce determination and anger to not be the first to yield sent a small shiver down my back. Somehow, he is the only person who has this affect on me. I also hate it.
"Come on, Walker. It is not time for one of your pointless squabbles," came the Inspector's voice. I watched as Moyashi's eyes flashed in annoyance for a split second before he sighed. His hair covered those changing blue-grey eyes as a small ghost of a smile played on his lips. He whispered.
"At least there's someone who doesn't treat me as differentl," is what he said quietly. It was so quiet that I'm sure Link couldn't hear it.
Moyashi walked away with him as I just stood there a bit surprised by his words.
'The Hell is he talking about?' I thought before entering the cafeteria doors.