Day Out

A/N: I don't even...just something random. Anyway, the time periods match up roughly, so I just slapped some years on Kanda and Allen (oh yes, Allen has long hair now, haha) and stuck them in Europe.

Warnings: Um...I figured I might want to add this section or something. Language? I mean, Kanda. So. Yes.

You'd think they'd learn after roughly twenty-something years of working together, but no. Instead, they're in their mid-thirties and stranded in Europe in the new twentieth century.

Of course they haven't.

"Fucking moyashi! What are you thinking, huh? What the hell are you doing now, moron?!"

"Relax, BaKanda. If we're stuck here, we might as well get some food. I'm hungry even if you aren't."

"Maybe that's because I'm not a fucking black hole pretending to be a goddamn beansprout."

"That's not very nice, BaKanda. And you're obviously not a black hole—you're a Second Exorcist!"

"Die."

"Haha, no. I'd rather not, thanks. Do you want chocolate or vanilla?"

"Vanilla. And seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? How the fuck do you get us lost walking two blocks to the train station?"

"Well, I don't know. That's why you're here, isn't it? So technically...it was your fault, not mine!"

"..."

"BaKanda?"

The younger Exorcist prodded Kanda's cheek lightly, warily eyeing the Japanese man's forehead, where a rather prominent vein was throbbing, and waved the ice cream tentatively in front of his face.

"Don't. Even."

"...Okay."

Kanda snatched his ice cream and ate it rather vindictively, Allen looking on in horror and some sympathy.

I'm sorry, vanilla. Your short life was worthwhile—to me, at least. Farewell.

Tossing the napkin in the trash, Kanda grabbed Allen's wrist and dragged him along roughly.

"W-wait...!"

The older Exorcist was still angrily tapping his foot as they waited for the train to arrive. Allen, on the other hand, was happily munching on his ice cream (but oh, his good mood would be ruined far too soon).

"Look, beansprout—"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING BEANSPROUT, HUH?!"

The double yell echoed dully in the crowded station as people shuffled awkwardly by.

Kanda blinked.

So did Allen.

"I'm so sorry," a tall blond man apologized, clapping his hands over a much smaller blond boy's mouth as the boy flailed, muffled cursing filtering out. "Shut up, Ed!"

"Ah...no, it's alright," Allen said, bemused.

The man bowed. "Again, I'm terribly sorry...I have to go now, but if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to contact the Elrich family in Berlin."

"Will do."

"Wonderful!"

As the man departed, dragging his still-struggling son behind him, Allen turned to Kanda.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting day out."

A/N: As always, thanks for reading~! R&R, please? Your reviews keep me writing! :3 Please feel free to point out any grammar mistakes, etc. since my proofreading doesn't...really...exist...haha. And I don't have a beta. But anyway, yes. Have a nice day!