Chapter 1-

Electric Feel – MGMT

You can feel it in your mind
Oh you can do it all the time
Plug it in and change the world
You are my electric girl.

When eyes first meet, there's some sort of connection between two worlds- like two distant islands making contact for the first time. It's electric. And that's what Allen was for Kanda- electric, something to be observed from a distance, too much to be contained or held down. He had no clue what he was for Allen, and it distressed him not to know. It was one question that couldn't be pieced together by Kanda. Until one day, he figured it out.

Cornering Allen in the hallway outside the cafeteria, he placed one arm against the wall, barricading the white haired boy's escape. There was a look on Kanda's face that did not seem to belong there- intense as all his expressions were, and yet soft. Although his brows had furrowed, his eyes drooped down and melted into a cobalt pool of emotion- more than impossible for Kanda. Allen almost didn't want to make eye contact. He looked down and away, a scrambled look remaining on his face and praying Lenalee or Lavi or anyone really would come out of the cafeteria and save him from the intense pressure Kanda expressed.

"What do you think of me?" Kanda growled, low and gruff.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"What do you think of me, beansprout?" Kanda said again, rougher this time. He didn't have the patience for this and try as he might he didn't have the gentleness either.

"I-I guess you're really tough and scary and intense, you're a really good fighter and you tried to kill me the first time I showed up to the Order and I really respect you now and think you're an excellent swordsman and…" Allen trailed off, a distinct blush coming over his ears.

Kanda relaxed a bit, taking his arm down and stepping away from Allen a bit.

"And…?" Kanda repeated, a little softer. This was unusual to Allen; Kanda never spoke gently.

"And… And I really like you." Allen finished, the blush now having overrun his cheeks as well. He wasn't used to such real displays of emotion.

Neither was Kanda. He didn't know quite what to do.

So, he did the only thing his mind came up with. He kissed Allen.

It was soft, gentle, something so estranged from the image of Kanda that was built up that Allen couldn't believe it was really happening. He tangled his fingers in the Japanese man's hair to be sure it was real.

And, oh God, was it real.