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'Lenalee….come and pick me up…please….'
She hadn't gotten a call like this from Allen in a while. Lenalee gripped the steering wheel with both hands, trying her best to see beyond the falling snow in the dark night littering her windshield, the windscreen wiper methodically swiping it away. Allen was asking her to pick him up, just out of the blue. Even from across the phone, she could hear the tears in his voice, how distressed it sounded.
'I-It's Kanda…'
That's all he had said when she ask what the problem was. Her grip on the steering wheel grew even tighter. Kanda, she gritted her teeth, always him. Kanda was Allen's boyfriend of 2 years…or to be more exact 9 months and 3 weeks. In the relationship, there seemed to be more staying away and fighting than actual…togetherness. And it was stupid. And when she said fighting…it wasn't just verbal. She'd seen Allen bruised and bleeding from one of the couple's disputes (if you could even call it that). The first time, she was livid. How dare this good for nothing Japanese ass abuse her Allen. She wanted to call the police. But she was quickly halted by the white-haired boy with a dry chuckle,
"I'm not going to report him Len…you should see the state his face is in."
And true to his word, a few days later when Lenalee saw the brunette, he had a black eye, a slowly healing lip and bandages on his arm. Only at this, she was glad Allen was able to cause some damage as well.
She wasn't satisfied, and for a time, she started hating a man she barely knew. To her knowledge, Kanda Yuu was a selfish, ass-hole-ish bastard that was violent in the ways he expressed himself. His attitude was wrong and he was and abusive jack-ass. She began to hate that Allen was 'dating' him, because their definition of dating consisted of right-upper-cuts and waking up the neighbors with their incessant yelling. But what she hated most about Kanda Yuu…was that Allen loved him…and in some sick twisted way…Kanda loved him back. She saw it in how they acted towards each other, when they weren't arguing or throwing hissy fits. She saw it in the way that Kanda seemed to move mountains and halt the sea, just to pick a sick Allen up from work to take care of him, when they were not fighting. She also saw it in the way Kanda excused himself from Allen's presence in fear, she had learnt, that he might do some permanent damage to his lover's beautiful face, when they were in the middle of fighting. Kanda was a fucked up gentleman, and Lenalee hated it. She wanted an excuse to call police on him, but Allen wouldn't let her.
But now…it seemed more serious. Allen was pleading.
'Please, Len…just come for me…please…"
The worst thought surfaced in her mind. Was Allen badly injured? Was a limb broken? Was Kanda holding a knife to his neck just at this minute…and she wasn't there to help Allen? A sharp gasp escaped her lips. She tried calling Lavi as soon as Allen hung up, to see if he was nearer then she was, to pick up Allen. But she just got his voicemail. Just when I need him the most, she thought bitterly. Now her precious Allen, the little brother she never had, could be bleeding to his death…with no one to help him.
She pressed the brakes forcefully, bringing the car to a jolting stop in front of Kanda and Allen's shared 2 bedroom house. She jumped out quickly extracting the keys from the ignition and trying not to trip over herself running up to the door…which was wide open. The sinking feeling in her stomach increased as she took in the broken window of the flowerbed. She ran inside,
"Allen!?"
No answer. She ran down the hall to the living room, passing a vandalized guest room and a kitchen filled with broken plates and knives strewn across the floor.
"Allen!?" she was getting scared.
As she entered the living room and found him. Lying on the white carpet…on what it seemed a big red stain. Her throat constricted and she ran to his side,
"Allen?"
She turned him over from his side onto his back. The grey-eyed boy blinked up at her, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, lips red and bleeding,
"Lenalee?"
She breathed a sigh of relief and scooped up Allen into her arms. She hugged him until she felt his shoulder's shaking. Wet tears soaked into her shirt as he hoarsely whispered,
"I-I was s-so scared, Lenalee…he was so mad…,"
Of course the girl had yet to find out the cause of the brawl, but she kind of had a clue of how serious it'd gotten. There, a little ways from where Allen had lain, lay Kanda's prized, and very much sharpened and dangerous sword, Mugen, it's blade riddled with traces of blood. Lenalee clutched Allen to her chest,
"Thank God, you're okay…," she whispered.
After a good while of sitting there with Allen while he cried, Lenalee helped him gather a few of his things in a knapsack from his and Kanda's mangled bedroom and ushered him to the car. He couldn't stay at the house. Glass was everywhere, even the television screen broken in. The couched ripped to shreds. It wasn't safe.
Allen reclined and curled up in the passenger seat as Lenalee started the car and began to drive off. The ride to Lenalee's apartment was quiet and uneventful, Lenalee trying not to immediately grill Allen on the fight, Allen trying to blend into the cream coloured seats, wanting to die.
Allen Walker had done a very bad thing to make Kanda angry. And this time, it was his entire fault.
...
October 15. Two months ago. Kanda was still at work and Allen was bored. Being in a relationship with a 21 year old at just 18 meant an incompatible schedule for Allen and Kanda. Allen had college and his part-time job at the library to worry about, and Kanda had a night job and university to flex. Wasn't exactly roses and daisies. But because Allen promised Lenalee that the summer long mini-cold war between the Japanese man and himself was over…Allen wouldn't crash at Lenalee's house sporting a black eye anymore.
It worked for them for a month. Then they found a new topic to argue about. Kanda's late-night working hours, working at the night club. Truthfully, Kanda was doing his best; he worked Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 9pm-12am. And the usual shift was 9pm-3am, but his boss met Allen, and decided it probably was mandatory for Kanda to go home a little earlier to take care of his 'moyashi'. But still, what does an 18 year old guy do on a Friday night, home alone? Allen stopped going to work with Kanda because he got hit on waaaay too much for Kanda to concentrate on something other than pounding a guy's face in and he wasn't a party goer like Lavi, so home was the best (and safest) decision.
So, Allen had to work with Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays as his Kanda-Days. And he was okay with that…until Kanda started being busy in those times too. It was either someone couldn't make it at work, or he had a comprehensive test that lasted 3 and a half fucking hours. Not cool.
So, at first, Allen started working over-time at Bookman's Library, the library that Lavi's grand-pa managed, with the bubbly red-head as his co-worker. It was enough to take his mind of his missing Kanda-Time combined with schoolwork so Allen always had something to do. Allen wasn't going to complain, because he was going to make every effort to make the relationship work out. Then one day when Allen was doing the laundry, he found it,
'It's Tiffany! 1903853958, Call me!', in loopy handwriting with a big pink kiss mark on it. Then there was also an almost identical kiss mark on the neck of Kanda's white, waiter button down. Now, what would a woman be doing on Kanda's neck? But, Allen didn't say anything. Nope…he wasn't gonna doubt Kanda.
In the next passing week, Allen learned that Abigail liked red lipstick, Laura like black lipstick, Tiana liked cherry-scented chapstick and Todd seemed to like shiny lip gloss. Fucking, Todd. And Allen only brought this up by accident when Kanda had commented on how stressing work was getting as he was leaving out and Allen accidentally let slip out,
"Must be pretty hard with all those numbers and kisses you've been getting…"
Kanda looked up sharply and locked eyes with Allen,
"What's that supposed to mean," he grounded out.
Allen said nothing but just held the stare before sighing and then saying in a singsong voice,
"Nothing," when it obviously was something.
Kanda only narrowed a glare at his lover (whom he hadn't been able to touch in 2 weeks may he add) and Allen waved him along,
"Bye~."
Kanda left the house with a loud slam of the door that night.
12 am.
1 am.
2 am.
3 am…and Allen wanted to sleep.
But Kanda wasn't home yet, and for some reason, Allen was a fucking insomniac without him, so Allen was sitting on the couch not really seeing the show on t.v. and not drifting to sleep either. A part of him was pissed. Where was he! But then a part of him was…worried. Did he get hit by a truck? But all questioning ceased at the click of the door opening and closing with a similar slam to the earlier one. Kanda Yuu strolling up into the house at 3:15 fucking a.m, when his shifted ended at 12, and the club closed at 3. And he wasn't bleeding or dying from being hit by a truck.
"Where were-," Allen began to bite but halted when Kanda threw his jacket at him and he caught it in surprise.
Allen glanced at Kanda's tired but challenging glare, before going back to the jacket. He gulped as he saw a folded folder-leaf peeking out of the leather jacket. Allen took it from its confines and unfolded it, what he saw was like a slap to the face. 20 phone numbers, 20 big pouting kisses and 20 sexual invitations. He looked up at Kanda's smirk, aghast at the littered kisses along his lover's neck. Allen's lips trembled and blood roared in his ears as he tried to keep his temper. He stiffly rose from the couch, brushed past Kanda and made his way to the kitchen. He turned on the stove; letting the fire come up to medium height…and he burned that stupid paper to a fucking crisp.
Kanda had come, with an amused and taunting face, as he leaned up in the doorframe of the kitchen. Allen's breathing was now coming hard and fast, for all the wrong reasons as Kanda shrugged before taking off towards the bedroom,
"What can I say? They fucking jumped me."
Allen balled his fists as he stood in the kitchen alone. He wasn't going to let tears fall, but he wasn't going to go after Kanda with a butcher's knife either. Allen swore the shiny metal of the meat cleaver glinted at him from the knife rack. No...Allen would do nothing…because he was, desperately, trying his, fucking best…to make this relationship work.
So where Kanda failed, Lavi made up for it. Lavi in a short word was annoy-awesome. The most fucking annoying thing since Todd decided to leave reminders of his contact and lip gloss preference in the back-pocket of Kanda's jeans, yet always finding a way to always brighten Allen's mood. So naturally, Allen began hanging out with Lavi…a lot.
"Yo, yo, yo man! Not cool!" Lavi shrieked as Allen sprayed whipped cream all over red-hair. Allen keeled over laughing as Lavi tried in vain to rid his hair of the cream, only succeeding in spreading it.
It was Lavi's idea. To play food art that is. Basically the game was taking a plate and almost all the food in your fridge, and making art on the plate. But that easily turned into making food body art. Allen himself had on cheek dipped in chocolate and frosting on his forhead.
"YOU'RE SO DEAD!" Lavi yelled arming himself with the chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Allen himself readied his whipped cream can and peanut-butter-on-a-spoon. So began the epic battle at 11: 54pm, when Lavi was keeping Allen company….along with tarnishing the WHITE CARPETS. Kanda was gonna bitch. And bitch he did,
"What the hell is going on?" a steely voice cut through the laughter and fun, as Kanda himself witnessed Allen and Lavi rolling on the carpet and decorating each other's bodies.
"Kanda," Allen pushed Lavi off of himself and tried to smooth down his t-shirt, "you're home…early."
"It's 12:26, moron," Kanda snapped, before assessing the living room then glaring at Lavi,
"Get out of my fucking house."
"Kanda!" Allen reprimanded, before turning to Lavi, "but yeah, it's pretty late. You should probably get home now. I'll clean this up," Allen smiled lightly, "thanks for keeping me company."
Lavi grinned, ignoring Kanda's piercing glare,
"Anytime, Al!" he chirped, before getting his bag and shoes before leaving, "Call me! We should totally do this again!"
The raw silence was awkward in the house after the red-head left, so Allen cleared his throat as he began picking up discarded cans,
"What's up."
Kanda immediately snapped back,
"I come home, after work, to find you rolling around with that idiot's hands all over you and you ask me 'what's up'?"
Allen chewed his lip,
"It's just Lavi, Kanda. We were just playing around."
But, Kanda hated Lavi, so that's probably what made it worse,
"Yeah, but he was touching you! All over!"
"Well, somebody has to!"
The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it, and now he was left with a shell-shocked Kanda and a sinking feeling in his stomach. Kanda's mouth gaped for a few seconds before he pursed his lips, nostrils flared, face red and glare renewed,
"You're fucking cleaning this shit up, all by yourself," were the last words directed to Allen before Kanda stomped away.
Kanda moved to the guest room that night.
Allen didn't sleep.
...
Lenalee opened the door to her apartment and lead her friend in. Allen had stopped crying, but was now a zombie. He looked broken. After Lenalee got him settled in (hot cocoa, blankets, all visible wounds which were surprisingly only minor scratches and bruises taken care of), then did she start to grill him,
"What happened?"
"What did he do?"
"What's wrong?"
Many questions were asked…but Allen just stared into his mug. Lenalee begged, she pleaded, close to tears…but Allen refused to speak. The 19 year old girl shook her head as she walked into the kitchen to use her phone.
She dialed Lavi. Voicemail. She dialed again. Voicemail. She dialed again…and was successful,
"Lavi?"
The normally calm and jolly red-head sounded winded over the phone,
"Lenalee! *wheeze* Thank God! I barely escaped with my life back there!"
"Lavi? Are you okay?"
After a few more puffs of breath and the Lavi paused before asking,
"Is Allen there?"
"Yeah, where are you?" Lenalee's forehead creased, "Allen needs us now…"
For a while all she heard was Lavi's breathing before he answered,
"No…he doesn't need me right now…tell Allen…tell Allen, I'm sorry…tell him I said sorry, Lenalee."
"Lavi? I don't understand. Why are you-," but then the call was cut.
She dialed Lavi again. Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail.
Lenalee sighed in exasperation,
"Some friend he is," she muttered, returning to the living room, "I can't get Lavi over here," she told Allen, sitting down beside him.
Allen tensed noticeably, and hiccupped. Lenalee gave him a quizzical look,
"He also said to tell you…he was sorry…"
The mug fall from Allen's shaking hands, spilling hot cocoa all over the blanket causing the mug to roll off the couch and crash to the floor, breaking to pieces.
"Jesus, Allen!" the girl exclaimed, quickly grabbing up the blanket before the hot liquid burnt Allen.
But Allen didn't pay her any mind. He pressed a hand to his mouth and sobbed, muttering incoherent words. Lenalee groaned,
"Allen…what's wrong?" she sat on the other side of him, the dry side of the couch and rubbed soothing circles on his back, "you'll have to tell me sooner or later. I promise that I won't threaten to go to the police about whatever stupid thing Kanda did, unless it's really serious, but it's okay. You'll through this and hopefully get over him. It's not your fault."
Allen tensed again, before shaking off Lenalee's hand. He turned to face her, lips trembling, eyes miserable,
"Lenalee…"
"Yeah?" she answered encouragingly.
"I cheated on Kanda with Lavi…,"
Kanda Yuu liked to think he was a steady man. He didn't cut corners or cheat; he played fair and true. He could handle the hard truth of anything, preferring cold, hard facts to comforting lies. He had a strict schedule: school, work, sleep, school, work, sleep; fitting any pointless interaction with the human species somewhere along the line. Kanda's house was spotless. Kitchen cleaned, bathroom tidy, bed made; nothing out of place. He had his morning rituals as well, and according to his book he was doing great. He never missed the wastepaper basket when he threw trash paper from the other side of the room; he hasn't missed in 13 years. He tried to keep his decisions quick and precise, always hitting the mark dead on. He didn't do anything unless he was going to do it 100%...or atleast 85. This included relationships.
They met at the library. Bookman's Library to be exact. Kanda doing some research for a paper due in two days and this library just happened to be it. He sat a table, simple enough. He opened the book.
CRUNCH.
What was that? The book snapped closed. His head pivoted in the direction of the horrid crunch.
CRUNCH.
Someone seemed to be eating in the library. The person, just a one table down from him had his eat practically stuffed into the bag, a large book in front of him standing upright, blocking him from the view of the elderly librarian. He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood drawn over his head and blue jeans.
CRUNCH, CRUNCH.
He was eating chips. Annoyance pegged at Kanda's brain. Why don't people just simply follow rules? No eating in the library. It means you eat outside or not at all. There was quiet for a few minutes and Kanda sigh, going back to his book.
SLURP. GULP. CRUNCH.
A vein bulged in Kanda's head.
CRUNCH. CRACKLE. .
'One more time,' the Japanese man swore, 'One more time and I'll-,'
CRUNCH!
Kanda slammed his book down on the table with a slight echo in the library. He leaned a bit in the person's direction,
"Do you have a fucking supermarket in your bag?" He hissed menacingly.
"SH!" came sharply from the librarian and Kanda gritted his teeth.
The person of annoyance sat up from his bag and pushed off his hoodie, looking a bit sheepish,
"Oh…sorry…."
Kanda was a bit startled by the bleached hair on such a young face. Sliver-grey orbs looked apologetically at him, crumbs littering on side of his cheek. Kanda rolled his eyes and sighed, opening and continuing his book. But then, only 10 minutes later…
SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.
Mother of God. Kanda turned a glare in the direction of the strange boy again, who looked straight back at him with a defiant look, still sucking on a straw protruding from his back.
"I'm hungry," he explained with a shrug, then continued to slurp, reaching into his backpack and pulling out…a nacho chip covered in cheese.
Kanda only glared more and sharply pointed at the sign opposite them on of the bookshelves, 'PLEASE REFRAIN FROM EATING FOOD OR DRINK IN THE LIBRARY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPOERTAION.' The boy read the sign, still cheekily slurping on the straw. He then turned back to Kanda with an impish grin,
"Maybe I hate cooperating."
Kanda glowered at the boy. He hated people like this. Why couldn't see how easy things would be if they just fucking went with the flow. A to B to C. Not fucking A to ELEMENO-P. He balled his fists trying to keep his temper down,
"Well, if you're going to disobey THEN DO IT QUIETLY," with a huff he tried to go back to his book, swearing to ignore the white haired boy a table down from him.
SLURP. "It's Allen."
"What?" Kanda begrudgingly turned his attention back to the boy.
The kid fucking smiled,
"My name's Allen."
Kanda went back to ignoring him.
"What's your name?"
IgnoreIgnoreIgnoreIgnoreIgno re…
CRUNCH. "Aren't you gonna answer me?"
No…IgnoreIgnoreIgnoreIgnoreIgno re…
SLURP. "You know…you come off as a real ass."
Vein tick.
"So distant and rude and all that."
Grits teeth.
CRACK. "And you'd probably look even MORE handsome if you smiled."
That got Kanda's attention like a snapping whip,
"Excuse me?"
He looked the young man, who was smiling cheekily at him,
"Yeah. That got your attention. Conceited much?"
"Would you stop bugging me you…you..," the boy smirked in amusement as Kanda tried to find a word to describe him,
"Yes? Me what, exactly?"
"You damn, Moyashi."
The boy's face fell at the unfamiliar word,
"Moyashi? What's that?"
Kanda only smirked and went back to his text book, glad to have a one up on the boy,
"Che."
"Oh, great. So now you've gone illiterate?" the boy's tone was laced with a bit of annoyance,
"How charming."
The next few seconds lapsed away in blissful silence. The only sounds heard by Kanda were swishing pages and steady breathing. Exactly how he-
"ALLEN!"
Kanda was startled by the loud entrance of a red-head flying, okay, maybe not flying but bounding fast enough that he got some serious lift. The new comer came to a sharp halt and said playfully,
"Your break is over, old man~."
Allen smiled,
"Geez, Lavi, calm down before you break something," he turned to Kanda, who was still trying to process the concept of someone who so blatantly disregarded the library rules…like he fucking owned the place,
"Sorry, stranger."
Kanda was snapped out of his musing, fixing his automatic frown of disgust on the red-head. The red-head, Lavi, had on a blinding grin. Only one emerald eye in sight, the other seemingly covered, by an eye-patch,
"Who's your friend , Allen?"
Kanda scowled. Oh, great. He was being grouped with these weirdos. Fucking hell.
"I don't know actually," Allen said, zipping up his bag and standing up. Kanda nearly cheered, he was leaving! Allen continued,
"But, anyway, let's go, Lav."
The two friends walked off and Kanda was a bit shaken to find that he had wondered why the boy never said goodbye, after all that talk on politeness…not that he cared. He quickly went back to reading the book, trying to make up for lost time and immerse himself in the subject. When he glanced up, Lavi and Allen were gone. Thank God. He went back to work…then a few minutes later he heard a low whistle and looked up. Oh dear God…
The he was, that same fucking annoying Allen, sitting at the librarian's desk. The boy smirked and waved a short wave at him before popping a piece of gum into his mouth and chewing. Kanda refused to get distracted again.
POP. POP.
Flying fuck.
A.N/ TADAA! Do you likes it! I likes it, and I know I shouldn't be posting anything new but a well, I've had this in my head for a WHILE and it forced its way out! Please review to tell me how you liked it.~