Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Warning: Some disturbing scenes, BoyxBoy, mistakes in language, OOC.
Note: Allen is older.
This idea came to me when I'm having my classes at school and I immediately jot it down in a paper. Anyway, enjoy the story!
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It was thrilling, truly thrilling. It made his blood filled with adrenaline, his heart palpitating, his mind foggy and floating. He clenched the end of the blood-stained knife with pure excitement. This was even better than the heroine that he consumed. He could feel himself wanting to laugh aloud; it was just too overwhelmingly good.
He lifted his knife again, high in the air and plunged down – straight into the victim's chest. A blood curdling scream pierced the vile atmosphere in the room. His ear rang with a sadistic delight; it was truly sweet music to his ears.
The torturer leaned down until he was only a few centimeters away from the agonizing victim, face to face. The victim's painful expression made him more wound up and he smiled genuinely. He leaned in even more closely and stopped when cold lips were on pale lips, gently pressing against the flesh and feeling the happiness of kissing his beloved.
The victim gasped painfully for breath after the pressure of the lips left his own. It was starting to get harder to breathe. His chest continued to rise and fall, blood pouring out mercilessly as his life source was gradually drained away. He saw his attacker smirking sinisterly to him, not a tinge of regret and remorse appeared on his features. Allen closed his eyes and succumbed to the sleepiness he was feeling, letting complete darkness engulfed him.
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"The term MPD, also known as 'Multiple Personality Disorder' and had been increasingly occurring in people in the past years. As you all know, causes of this psychological illness could be overwhelming stress, insufficient child nurturing and severe abuses experienced during childhood. So as to protect ourselves, our mind 'split' off to create another being to endure the abuse for us and shut off those painful memories. Research had shown that…" Kanda could feel himself getting sleepier by the minute. He wasn't that excited about Psychology classes and only took it up to know more about his own condition.
The raven glanced at the clock hanging on the white wall and sighed, it will be for another forty-five minutes until school was over, not to mention the appointment with his psychiatrist at 3pm. It was 1.15 pm now and he only had 1 more hour to rest, have lunch and rush to the place.
He had these sessions for two years now and they were completely useless. Choosing to keep this matter a secret, the raven did not spoke to anyone about it as he wanted them to just get the hell off his back. His alter state did not caused any trouble for him; so why should he bother? It actually felt good that he could 'sleep' within his mind.
"Do a review of the things you learnt in this lesson and pass it up to me in two days time. Your review should be at least three pages long, including your thoughts and opinions on the topic." Kanda sighed, the homework those crazy teachers issued was really beginning to crush him. Slumping in his chair, he took a small notebook out of his sling bag and began writing in his 'to-do list'. His psychiatrist had told him to jot down the things he was supposed to do, the duration when he had lost his time, how many times had those happened etc. It was really troublesome but Kanda had to do it; it was the only way that the psychiatrist could observe his current condition.
The only problem was he did not always comply.
He had quarrelled with his foster father that it was better for him to stop going to the sessions. The man, Tiedoll, refused to let the raven drop out of it. The teenager had lied to him that his loss of time had decreased, sometimes without any occurrences at all. The older man had just stressed his eyes in irritation and firmly told Kanda he has to continue going for them.
It's not that the long-haired had not tried to skip them, but wherever the raven went to instead of going to the clinic, the older man would surely find him and literally dragged him back. Those incidents would always end with both of them getting bruises from each other.
Kanda hated those sessions. His psychiatrist would ask questions that he wasn't comfortable with and sometimes, they would trigger a fuzzy memory that would leave him terrified, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. However, after the session, Kanda would forget what those images were, leaving him empty and puzzled. It was like something was blocking him from accessing his past memories and he did not understand why. Maybe it was some acts done by his alter state? Was his past that horrible?
Tiedoll said he had found Kanda at a dark alley when he was using it as a short-cut to get back home. It was raining heavily that night and the raven was seen shivering, his torn clothes were doing nothing to keep him warm and had almost died from the intense cold. Kanda could remember the day when he first met Tiedoll, the older man was keeping a bed vigil at the hospital and woke up from his nap when he heard the rustling of the bed sheet. The small kid then had screamed at the older man to stay away, hurling things at Tiedoll that Kanda was able to reach. The man had just smiled at him, his kindness showing all over on his face. That time was the time when Kanda felt unfamiliar warmth in his heart and he stared on, unable to tear his eyes away from that caring smile. Kanda was ten years old then. He was now eighteen, almost an adult that is responsible for himself.
The raven looked at his watch while munching on a sandwich he had purchased at the school cafeteria. He was running out of time and the bus had arrived later than usual. It was 2.55pm now and it will take ten more minutes to reach the clinic...
Kanda threw his head back and closed his eyes; concentrating on the rock music he had been addicted to a few months ago. His bangs swayed gentle with the cooling air-conditioned wind and he felt at peace, especially when there was no noise pollution in the bus now.
A familiar building came in sight and Kanda huffed due to exhaustions, both mentally and physically. He picked up his bag and walked out of the bus, the sunlight hitting down on him hard as if it was aiming to set him on fire. Kanda narrowed his eyes and waited for the incoming cars to pass before crossing the road briskly. He adjusted his sling bag a little before stepping into the building and turned right instinctively where the elevators were. The air-conditioners were working wonders on his skin and Kanda could feel himself relaxed; his one hand in his side pocket of his uniform pants and the other holding onto the strap of his navy blue bag.
He tapped his foot silently in rhythm with one of his favourite songs and he immersed himself in it, listening intently to the different tempos of every instruments used. He could feel his adrenaline started to run when the part with the heavy guitar solo started to play...
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"Kanda, this is Allen walker and he will be the one to see you from today onwards." Kanda turned his head a little to look at a white-haired man that was standing up from his seat, wearing a gracious smile that oddly irks the raven. "As you might have heard from your father, I will be going to America for some researches. Hmm… the session had already started so I think I should be leaving you two then."
"Thank you very much." That Allen Walker bowed a little at the older man before the other exited the room. The door clicked shut and he directed his gaze at Kanda, stretching out a hand to initiate a handshake.
The raven stared at the hand that was gloved and noticed the same with the other. He spared a glanced at the features of the silver-haired and was quite taken aback. The older man had an oddly-shaped tattoo imprinted from his forehead to his left cheek, not to mention the white gloves that confined his both hands. Apparently, he was not one that others could consider as 'normal'.
His gaze dropped back to the outstretched hand with obvious indications that he would not return the kind and polite gesture. Kanda opted to instead flop down to the leather sofa, with his hands crossed arrogantly and placing a leg on top of the other. He turned his head a little to the side, denying the person that was standing to be within his sight.
Allen Walker was already accustomed to these unwelcoming actions of his patients. It was hard to cope with them in the beginning, however, thanks to his mentor, he had already mastered the different ways of getting those patients to talk to him, to accept him as a friend and breaking down barriers of patients who did not want to talk to him about their issues. He just smiled on, intending to give his new patient a comfy feeling that will help much in breaking the ice.
Allen sat down, keeping his distance as he understood his patient's character of a loner and took a glass of water from the table.
"Would you like some water? You must be thirsty due to the weather." He asked in concern, handing Kanda the glass. The raven did not even once turn back to him, instead unzipping his bag to fish out his water bottle and wolfed down its content, totally ignoring the other's presence. Allen resisted the urge to sigh; this one will be a tough nut to crack.
Allen placed the glass to his lips, tilting it to get the water flowing into his mouth and savouring the taste of the water that was on his tongue; he was thirsty after all.
He placed the glass back where it was located after he drank to his heart content, "How was your day? Anything interesting that you would like to talk about?"
Kanda continued to give him the cold shoulder. The white-haired brainstormed on ways that are able to resolve this; what could set off the teen to talk to him?
He observed the things that the teen carried, wanting to know what object was his favourite to start a topic that the raven would want to converse with him about. Getting to know your patient was another thing that a psychiatrist must know in order to develop a better relationship with them.
Deciding that there was nothing that holds the possibility of being his favourite, Allen quickly scanned through his memories of the file that he studied that holds the records of Kanda.
"Kanda, you like lotus don't you?"
The teen's eyes widen and his body started to tremble, his hands shot up to his face...
And he screamed.
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