A/N: Whew gee I thought I'd never start this. The love of D. Gray Man shipping compells me. I don't own the series, the great Katsura Hoshino does!
Warning: mild m/m, but if this continues it will end up being rated M
Making A Mess
a D. Gray Man fanfic
by: SabyCat
The usually loud and warm cafeteria was now filled with an uncomfortable, chilling silence; even the always chipper cook, Jerry, was tense behind the ordering counter. This oddity was caused by none other than Allen and Kanda set in another stare-down as they ate. A volatile feeling crept through the air. Lavi shifted in his seat somewhat loudly and the two exorcists turned their viper gaze on him just long enough for Lavi to turn pale.
Allen slammed his fifteenth finished plate onto a stack and grabbed another full one from the other side of his empty table. Kanda nearly stabbed his chopsticks into his bowl, scooping up some soba noodles and taking a controlled but thoroughly pissed bite. Both kept their glares steady, lightning seemed to pass between the two.
"Bean-sprout." Kanda spat between his last bites.
"I told you..." Allen's whole table shook "the name's Allen!" he threw all of his empty plates at the other exorcist, but they were either dodged or sliced in half as the samurai took his position atop his table with his sword, Mugen, half drawn.
"That all you've got bean-sprout?" the samurai scoffed with a smirk.
"You bastard! Innocence activate!" he sprung from his table as his left arm shifted to it's evolved form of a dangerously sharp, metal claw. Allen lashed out at Kanda, but the samurai was too quick and he only smashed another table. "Quit calling me that!"
"Calling you what? Bean-sprout? It is your name." he smirked again, but then Allen froze with a devilish expression across his face.
"Well since you have a name for me, I might as well call you by your first name, Yuu." a shiver passed through the room on his last echoing syllable. Kanda's lethal glare returned and he fully withdrew his sword; by this time people of the order had forgotten their dinners to escape the room with their lives.
"I'll run you through, damn punk ass!" the samurai growled.
"Bring it on!" Allen edged as he charged.
Kanda stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he glared to the opposite side of Allen who stood with his head slightly bowed and his shoulders slumped in regret.
"Do you have any idea how much damage you left in cafeteria!? You practically took out the whole East wall! not to mention the tables, floors, and people you crushed!" Komui yelled in a child-like frustration.
"It's all bean-sprouts fault anyway." Kanda scoffed just loud enough for the white-haired exorcist to hear.
"What did you say!?" Allen nearly pounced at him.
"STOP IT!" Komui yelled again and both boys threw their glares away from one another. Komui eyed them, then smiled "Since you two can't get along, and I won't be letting you back into the cafeteria for a good long time, you should get closer. Therefore, my order is: that you two will eat together in solitude everyday until I see fit." Komui's smile had grown big and goofy as he admired his own brilliance.
"Me eating alone with Jerkanda!? You have got to be joking!" Allen looked shocked as he slammed his hands on Komui's desk in desperation, Kanda just kept a burning glare on the floor as he grit his teeth.
"My orders are final." Komui's eyes had gone dark and threatening behind his pentagonal glasses as he placed his chin atop his knitted fingers, his elbows propped on his desk, but then he dropped back into a childish smile "So, be nice to each other, kay~?"
The new cafeteria the two exorcists had been confined to was a completely white box-like room, no bigger than their own bedrooms, with no windows. The only furniture in the room consisted of a single metal table bolted to the wall and two chairs that were bolted to the floor right next to each other. The large metal door they had come through was closed and locked after them, leaving them alone, possibly to kill one another. On the wall the table was bolted to, was a small red button with a sticky note under it saying "press me" with a weirdly drawn smiley face. Kanda grit his teeth while Allen sighed and went to press the button; after pressing the button two small doors in the wall opened to reveal a bowl of beef stew and a bowl of soba noodles. The exorcists reluctantly took their seats next to one another and took their meals as the small doors closed. Kanda tried his best to still silently enjoy his meal, but Allen's presence was a disturbance all by itself. The white-haired exorcist smacked as he slurped down the rest of his soup and kept the food coming by repeatedly pressing the red button and forcing loads of his ordinary meals through the metal doors. Not to mention Allen kept brushing against Kanda's arm, making him grit his teeth even more.
By the time Kanda had finished, the table had become a mess of empty bowls and plates, and Allen was only ordering the second half of his dinner. Finally Allen had reached the dessert phase of his meal, dangos and mango ontop of sticky rice. As Allen ate the final portion of his meal, he continuously bumped into the already set off samurai almost as if it was on purpose, a small smile whipped across the white-haired exorsist's face. Kanda knocked his arm away, making Allen spill his bowl of mango and sticky rice onto his chest. There was a slight silent pause before Allen slammed the red button summoning more food.
"You spilled my dessert!" Allen yelled as he grabbed two bowls and chucked them at the samurai.
"Like it matters, bean-sprout. It probably tastes bad anyway." Kanda spouted as he drew Mugen and slashed the bowls in half, but he miscalculated, since both bowls contained ice cream which spilled out to splatter on his clothes and face. Allen just laughed, but Kanda sheathed his sword, grabbed the collar of Allen's shirt and slammed him against the wall. Kanda grit his teeth with a growl, Allen merely smiled and with a devilish grin licked some ice cream off of the samurai's cheek.
"Tastes pretty good to me." Allen smiled with devilish eyes with the aim to piss off the samurai, but Kanda looked shocked for a moments as if he was confused. Allen kept his act going. If he could disturb him just a bit more then Kanda might just stay away from him forever. Kanda's grip on Allen's shirt had loosened in shock, and Allen had taken the opportunity to latch onto Kanda's shoulder and take a lick of the ice cream on his neck. Leaning back, Allen could only smile at the shock on the samurai's face as his mouth was left slightly ajar. That should be the end of that, he thought, but a quick motion caught him off guard. Kanda picked up his bowl of left-over soba noodles and poured it on Allen's head. "What was that for!?" he yelled as the soup juice of the soba dripped down his skin making him sticky. Kanda held him back against the wall by his wrists and licked up Allen's cheek.
"So I can finish up my meal."
A/N: Okay so I started it, the deed is done :) but shall it continue? Who knows~