Fate
Moonlight spilled into the darkened corridor through large Gothic-looking windows that seemed to loom over the entire Dark Order. The curling ramp that led through dorms, experiment rooms, and other random office spaces looked eerie and pitch black, save for the silvery slivers where the windows let in the full moon.
Allen climbed slowly, savoring the quiet that pressed ever so slightly on his tumultuous brain. It was two o'clock in the morning, and he just came back from a mission in a neighboring town. Luckily, it was only him and Toma there, so it wasn't too crowded, and he didn't have to deal with 'certain' people. The slight, soft smile that always played on his lips faltered for a minute when he grabbed his upper chest. Pain clipped his upper ribs and tightened his chest, impeding the use of his lungs. Stumbling next to a window, he held onto the ledge inhaling quick breaths that seemed like needles to his injured chest. 'It must have been that Akuma..', he thought briefly, his cool grey eyes closing.
Looking around, he noted that he wasn't anywhere near his dorm room. He sighed, wishing he had taken Toma up on his offer to let one of the medical team take a look at his chest, but he had been too tired, and honestly, too prideful to allow the medical team fix him up on EVERY mission. It was a little embarrassing, to say the least. Exhaling once more, he straightened, and continued to head up the tower, trying to reach his room as quietly as possible.
He got distracted once again, by looking out into the clear night sky. Of course, technically it was very early morning, but he didn't care. The moon was fully visible in its ethereal light, and he had always gotten distracted looking at it. Feeling a pressure on his chest, he started coughing, and quickly brought his white-gloved hand to his mouth, trying to stifle the sound. Blood oozed a bit out of his mouth, and staining his glove a bit. His eyes were closed as his hand lingered at his mouth, the blood trickling at the edge. He was weary from his mission, and the trek upstairs, as well as the coughing fit he had.
The sound of a door opening nearby roused his attention enought to open his silvery eyes a bit. He squinted into the darkness trying to see who it was, the apology already fast on his bloodstained tongue. The figure in the dark came into view a bit better as they stepped into the moonlight.
A tall creature stood before him, the moonlight doing fantastic things to the deep ebony hair that fell loose around its back and in their face. Cool deep-ocean blue eyes stared at his angrily as he sneered at the younger exorcist.
"G-Gomen, Kanda. ", he stumbled, as he spat blood outwards, covering the glove and a couple of drops landing on the floor. He fumbled through his coat to find a cloth, and bringing it to his mouth, he wiped away most of the blood from his face, save a little on his lip and on his chin. " I didn't mean to wake you." He smiled brilliantly, the heart-felt benevolent smile that was reserved for no one, and yet everyone.
"Che, Moyashi -- You could wake the dead roaming out here at this time of the night. Amateur. You didn't go to the medical center ?" The cold gaze on his face was tough to watch, in all it beauty and contempt. He hated Allen as much as he hated Akuma which was, not suprisingly, a lot. He stood shirtless, with a pair of pajama pants on, plain grey. The black symbol stood out like a beacon on his smooth chest, hinting of his many battles.
Looking up at him sheepishly, he smiled chuckling a bit. " Ano, ...no. I didn't see any need to. I'm just going up to my room now, sorry I woke you. " He bowed a bit, averting his cool grey eyes from the hot gaze of his counterpart, and his person as well. He was too tired to deal with mixed emotions this late at night. He turned and tried walking slowly away, until another coughing fit hit him, causing more blood to flow from his mouth to the floor. He shuddered, going to his knees as he covered his mouth. ' Starting to get dizzy...' , he thought vaguely as his eyes roamed the turning landscape before him.
"Oi. Moyashi. Quit making so much damn noise and go to bed, already. "
Vaguely, he heard the tension in the older boy's voice, as well as heavy steps his way. Feeling a rough hand shake his shoulder violently, he turned and looked at him, his mouth trickling blood. Kanda's statue-like face held no compassion, but a bit of suprise, as he saw it toss and turn violently, and then dissappear.
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Kanda Yuu was severely agitated. In fact, he was so annoyed that his face twisted into an ugly unidentifiable mass of rage. His contorted mass of rage called his face gazed down at the sickly exorcist below him.
Currently, he was knelt down on the ground with the thin, waif boy laying his head on his lap. Long thin fingers brushed against the soft pearlescent sheen of his hair on his forehead, seeing if the boy had a fever. There was no fever, however, he scowled at his hand, looking at it like it had betrayed him in some way. Peering down at the young exorcist, he saw his face was so innocent, ...guileless. 'Che, that's a good word for the damn moyashi...' he thought softy. He saw how his cheeks were a bit sunken, his eyes had dark circles around them, and the ever present blood on his lips.
He felt his face soften somewhat, and get angry for a whole other reason than the 'stupid moyashi' burdening him. Something stirred deep down when he saw the defenseless boy, and he didn't like it. At all. Frowning again, he gathered the young boy in his arms and walked to his room.
When he felt the younger boy stir, he looked down watching the boy cling to him helplessly. Small, minute twitches started to bloom across his face, first starting with his eye, then moving to the corners of his mouth pulling them down. His temper flared and he started moving quicker to the 'damn brat's' room.
"Che' ,...making me carry ...stupid...damn..brat...such a burden.."
Opening his door, he went to the bed and unceremoniously plopped him down. By this time, Moyashi was snoring away, and limp as a dishrag. Out of habit, he moved to where Mugen would normally be sheathed, but seeing as it wasn't there, he fisted his hand and twitched his eye at him. " Che. Figures. "
He turned to leave, and just as he was about to shut the door, he heard the brat mumble something. Looking back he saw the boy's face half-turned to the doorway, his eyes barely open. " Kanda ? "
Frown deepening, he crossed his arms and glanced back into the room. " What ? Baka Moyashi."
The younger boy smiled deeply and whispered, " Arigatou, Kanda. ", then promptly went to sleep again.
"...Che. Baka. " Turning quickly, he shut the door and headed back to his own room, hoping that no one would intercept him on the way. He could feel the soft warmth creep onto his face, and didn't particularly want to think about it.
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Well, XD; This is just the Prologue, and this is the first time I've ever done a Fanfiction of a series ; So I guess my point is... I really want to know if I should finish this or not, so I need some help guys. Good, Bad, Ugly ? I would really love some feedback :D Criticisms/Comments are loved.
-Shihu
