Poker For Two
It was another day at Black Order Headquarters. Komui is complaining about Lenalee being on a mission, therefore his coffee was 'made by the hands of akuma! I swear to you Reever, no coffee will ever compare to that of my precious Lenalee's!' Knowing that he's complaining only to distract everyone from the fact that he has hundreds upon hundreds of papers to sign, the scientists are all yelling at Komui. Miranda is eating with Krory, discussing something or another. Jerry is busy cooking, with Lavi and Bookman talking whilst waiting for their food. Allen and Kanda are nowhere to be seen.
In one of the many empty rooms of the tower Allen and Kanda are sitting on the floor. Kanda has a very stern, concentrated expression, while Allen simply has a dark, amused expression.
In their hands, there are cards.
"Royal Flush," Allen says, smiling smugly.
"Bullshit! That's you're third Royal Flush in a row!" Kanda yells, angered by yet another loss. "Admit it, you're cheating!"
Allen, unfazed by the accusation, smiles kindly and says, "Prove it."
Kanda huffs, ignoring Allen's provocation, and starts to shuffle the deck. Before he deals, Allen puts one hand on his wrist, saying, "Jacket."
After his first two Royal Flushes Allen had taken Kanda's hair tie and boots.
[ "I'll give you one boot." Kanda says, commandingly.
"Ah, but boots come in pairs. What's the fun in only one boot?" Allen replies.
With that, a very irritated Kanda takes off his boots and hands them over to a very smug Allen. ]
"Fine," Kanda forces through gritted teeth. After a moment of hesitation he unbuttons his exorcist jacket, slides it off his shoulder and throws it quite forcefully at Allen.
Allen folds the jacket neatly, placing it delicately on his lap. "You shouldn't have agreed to play if you knew you were going to lose, pony-tail."
Kanda forcefully grabs a hold of Allen's shirt. "Shut your mouth before I shut it for you, beansprout! One more hand? If I win, I get all my stuff back, got it?" Kanda threateningly whispers in Allen's face.
Allen glares at Kanda and says, with just as much anger in his voice, "Fine. If I win, I get your pants. Not like there's anything else left for me to win, is there?"
Kanda lets go of Allen's shirt, sits back on the ground and huffs. He deals himself five cards, then does the same to Allen. Staring intently at the cards in his hands, Kanda smirks. "Four of a kind," he says as he slams his cards down.
"Straight Flush." Allen's expression goes dark and he laughs maniacally. Knowing he has lost Kanda uses this moment, while Allen's distracted with his own insanity, to quickly slip out of his pants, leave them on the ground and leave undetected.
After a couple of minute, Allen calms down enough to notice that Kanda had left. He also notices Kanda's pants lying on the ground in front of him.
Allen feels a moment of regret at not having been able to see Kanda's blushing face at his pathetic loss, before smiling slightly at his new possessions. He picks up Kanda's former jacket and hugs it tightly, thinking about how one day he'll be able to express his feelings better.
From the door Kanda sneaks a look into the room to see Allen hugging his jacket and smiles sadly to himself.
Nat: Guys I didn't write this! My friend wrote this but she has no FF account and well how could this awesomeness not be on this site. So yea by like god-sent orders I am posting it xD
On the off chance she finds me (for she doesn't know my username!) How does it feel to know strangers are reading your awesome work? How does it feel to know your work is awesome?
Anyways yea, I'm going to go slink away to tumblr and hopefully get some fanfic writing done
Bye guys!
As me and my friend say OTP man OTP
P.S Awesome summary is awesome
