Disclaimer: No dear, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this silly fanfic.
ON ONE FINE DAY
The Exorcists play Twisters.
"Move your hand away from my thigh now." said Kanda in a dead, grim tone.
Allen blushed a furious red; his cheeks literally dominated by the amount of blood rushing through so violently it would put a shame on a cosmetic blusher.
"In case you haven't noticed, Kanda, I can't move my hand with your legs in the way." replied Allen.
He lowered his head and shifted slightly to the left – accessing their, um, bodily situation which doesn't seem to bring any positive prospects to his mind. Allen's right arm was stretched below his body, across his thigh, and therefore made physical interaction between their skin. The worst part? The spot of skin contact was erupting in hot sizzles and Kanda didn't work too well with such…uh…overpowering emotions.
"Then lower your arm!"
"How, in heaven's name, can I do that without falling?!"
"Just do it, bean sprout!"
"But I'll fall!" retorted Allen, feeling both annoyed and tired. Both his arms were shaking, threatening to give way to his body weight. "And, good lord, my arms are aching."
"Don't you dare!"
"Hey! It was you who told me to do this and do that!" said Allen. "It's no surprise I'm getting body cramps because of you!"
Kanda gave a small 'che' and muttered a few curses under his breath that, in this generation, might prove too vulgar for any sane man to decipher. He didn't like being touched and, apparently, bean sprout was violating section 108, rule 12 on 'No bodily contact'.
"Just stop touching me, bean sprout." said Kanda for the hundredth time that same, fine day.
"Oh please don't flatter yourself, who in their right mind would even want to touch you?" mocked Allen, his evil side growing in strange companion to his over-achieved annoyance. "Ah! Unless that fellow is queer –"
"YOU FU-"
Allen shot him a horrified look.
"FUDGE!" finished Kanda, lamely, looking both angry and confused at the same time.
"Hey, I like chocolate and marshmallow fudge." said Lavi suddenly. The future bookman-to-be was, basically, the focal reason why Kanda and Allen were entangled, in limbs and arms, like a human puzzle. A simple game of Twister was warped up in Lavi's…weird Yullen fantasy. No one blames him for doing so, though. ("WE FULLY SUPPORT YOU, LAVI!!" yelled the fangirls as they waved a Yullen flag across the computer screen.)
"Lavi, you're going to die a slow and painful death." threatened Kanda, yet again as he sent his infamous glare at said man. But Lavi merely shrugged his shoulders; numb to the countless death threats he had received from his best friend.
"Fudge? Why fudge? Ha! I didn't know you have a sweet tooth, Kanda." Allen smirked. "What other things are you hiding, eh?"
"Shut up, bean sprout."
"HA! Make me!"
"IDIOT BEAN SPROUT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
"Congratulations, you've just breached Game rule, number 3." said Lavi. "No vulgarities."
"Damn it."
"Allen, butt on green. Kanda, right palm on red." directed Lavi, as he pointed his finger to one of the mentioned colored spots on the white sheet. He grinned. Evilly.
"Damn you, Lavi!" yelled Kanda, not really learning his lesson.
Allen gave him another one of his incredulous 'I can't believe you cursed 2 times in a second." look. It was a record of some sort.
"My God, Yuu, you've breached the same rule for 5 times!" said Lavi amused. "Now, Allen, move your heels to colorless. Right knee to green, Yuu-chan!"
Allen groaned. Kanda cursed…mentally.
"It's impossible!" said Allen. "I can't move my heels there."
"And why not? Just lay on your back! It's not that hard." snapped Kanda, narrowing his eyes into black slits.
"W-what?!"
"Lie on your back below me!"
"A-Are you sure?" said Allen through barely perceptible words that had disorientated as a result of his stammering. He bit the bottom of his lip nervously, picturing the, otherwise, disturbing mental image. "I'll be…"
"10 seconds!" chimed in Lavi, gesturing to the clock. "10 more seconds for you to reposition yourself before I declare you both losers."
"Bean sprout!"
"Fine. Fine." said Allen as he adjusted himself rather awkwardly on the floor.
Now he was, effectively, lying underneath the Japanese samurai. He shivered visibly, feeling vulnerable and all. Kanda had both arms on either side of his head and, unfortunately for them both, there was only a good 2 inches between them. Thank God he has had proper training to withstand the immense pressure on his muscles for only dramatic chaos would ensue should his arms give way…
"You've honestly got to stop cursing, Kanda, you're getting the both of us in trouble!" complained Allen as he wriggled himself a little higher. "It's not fair I have to pay half the price when you're the one spouting those words and all!"
Kanda glared down at him. "And who was the one who goaded me in the first place?"
"Excuse me? You're the one who challenged Lavi and Lenalee in their games when you, clearly, know they possess nothing but a twisted mind." Allen contorted his face, looking slightly flustered. "And their penalty is plain ridiculous! I can't believe I'm actually dragged into this!"
"Che."
"Wait, what was the penalty again?"
Lavi, who had taken the cue to magically appear between them, started making smooching noises in the background.