I will do Destined Pair soon. Just…not now. Haha.
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Allen fidgeted. He twirled his fingers, tapped his feet. He bit his lip, let it go and looked somewhere else, and then bit his lip again, even more nervous than the previous time. An uncomfortable silence hung heavily on him like a weight. The only thing that he could sense was his own breathing and a strange feeling of being caught in a spotlight. Allen twitched.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"Lenalee!" Allen shouted loudly, making the Chinese girl in front of him jump in surprise, taken away from her concentration. As she turned around towards Allen, she smiled, her purple eyes glinting. Allen gulped, uneasy.
"Yes? What is it?" she asked. A thick layer of honey covered her voice with sugary sweetness, but Allen still shivered. He could tell she was plotting something. But he was not going to back down. After all, if, by what Allen saw, this really was what Lenalee was planning, then he would never do it as long as he lived. Never in HELL.
Taking in a deep breath, he asked, "What in the world is this?"
Picking up a bundle of clothes from the floor, they unfurled and revealed a uniform. To be specific, a high school uniform. To be even more specific, an all-black high school uniform. To be incredibly specific, it was an all-black high school girl's uniform, complete with a fitting blouse and a terrifically short skirt.
Lenalee smiled evilly, twining a piece of her short black hair around her finger. Slowly, she started walking towards Allen, her boots clicking on the floor.
"Why, it's a uniform, Allen. Isn't it obvious?"
"W-well, I know that, b-but," Allen struggled, before managing to finally get out, "but I'm a guy! A-and, and that's a girl's uniform!"
"So?"
Allen blinked a few times before replying incredulously, "So?! But you're going to make me wear that, aren't you?!"
"Yes, I am." The short responses started to frustrate Allen and, unthinking as he was, he stepped toward Lenalee, shortening the already closing distance.
"But I AM A GUY!" he gritted out forcefully.
"I'm well aware of that. What's the problem?" Lenalee shut off the remaining space between them and Allen suddenly stumbled back wards, fearful of the smiling girl. Backing up, he hit the cold red brick wall, the icy touch of winter numbing his fingertips. Dimly, he registered that it was starting to snow. He could feel cold snowflakes dot his skin and face.
As Lenalee closed in on him, Allen whispered weakily, "W-what are you going to do?"
She smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry. It won't hurt one bit."
Allen gulped.
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Allen hid his head inside the locker, sighing. It was Monday and the sun was shining brightly, but today just wasn't a good day for Allen. First off, because Lenalee had forced him to try some girl's clothes in the morning for some unknown reason and secondly, because…well, it just wasn't a good day. Debt collectors had barged into his house looking for his guardian, Cross, at 5 am and Allen had had to jump out of the window, which explained the grass stains on his pants.
Trying to fix his appearance, he patted down his white, fluffy hair, only to have it pop up again. Allen frowned. Really, it was hard enough having everyone look at him because of his old man hair and red scar. Not to mention his disfigured arm. Having his hair stick out everywhere and his clothes all ruffled wouldn't help any.
Suddenly, someone shoved him into his locker, bonking his head. A spring of tears erupted in Allen's silver eyes and he crouched down, muttering, "Owwww…"
It definitely was not a good day.
"Hey, you okay?" He looked up, trying to see who it was behind the blur of tears. All he managed to see though was a mess of red hot hair and green eyes.
"Uh, who are you?" Allen asked hesitantly. The red-haired teen grinned.
"Oh, I'm Lavi. Anyway, sorry about that. Yuu's so careless sometimes. He walked straight in to you. But are you okay? Do you think he's okay, Yuu-chan?" As Allen wiped his eyes, he saw Lavi looking up at someone else. A someone else with very long black hair and cold blue eyes. He started talking.
"Che. Don't call me Yuu-chan or I'll chop your head off. Now let's go. He's fine. Right, Moyashi?"
Allen frowned. Was he talking to him?
"Hey, baka Moyashi!"
"What? It's Allen." Allen's eyebrows furrowed, confused.
"Idiot. Like I care what the hell your name is anyway."
"Whatever, it's Allen." He muttered, feeling like a loser. The grumpy teen che'ed, saying, "See? He's fine."
Lavi stayed crouched on the ground though, ignoring what Yuu had said. Lavi frowned.
"Are you really okay, Allen? That sounded like it hurt really bad." he said, still worried. The long-haired teen sighed in annoyance, running a hand through his hair.
"Fuck it. Fine then. I'm going to class, baka usagi."
As he walked away, his ponytail flowing behind him, Lavi suddenly put a hand where Allen had hit his head. Surprised, he jerked away, only to hit the back of his head against the locker. Having two throbbing pains now, Allen crouched down even further, gripping his head.
"Damn it all…" He closed his eyes, wincing in the pain. Lavi just stood by him, surprised. He rubbed his head, embarrassed.
"Ah…Sorry about that, Allen. But…I have to get to class now. Will you be fine?"
Allen frowned. "Sure…" What else could he say?
Lavi grinned. "Great! Okay, bye! Sorry again!" Then, he ran on ahead, yelling, "Yuuuu-chhhaaann! Wait for me!"
Sighing, Allen got up, wobbling only a little bit. As he wiped his head, he found just a little bit of blood that had leaked onto his finger. Allen frowned. A hyper, eccentric red head and a grumpy adolescent mixed with some head knocking, house invading, cross-dressing, and moyashi calling, whatever that was. This was probably Allen's worst day to date.
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As Allen walked out of school, he was suddenly grabbed from behind, a hand closing over his mouth before he could yell.
"Mmmph!"
Allen struggled, shaking and trying to wrestle out of the person's grip.
"Allen, Allen! Be quiet! It's just me, okay?"
He stopped. Allen knew that voice. It was Lenalee's. Turning his head around, he glared at her, his silver eyes piercing. Slowly, she released her grip on his mouth.
"What are you holding me for?" Allen asked suspiciously. Although Lenalee was one of his best friends, after today, when she had forced him to cross-dress, he wasn't sure he could trust her anymore. Lenalee laughed nervously, still gripping Allen's arms.
"Oh, come on, don't be so mistrustful."
Allen just frowned. Lenalee sighed.
"Well, as you know, my big brother Komui is very…overprotective. And I'm participating in a special Christmas festival. In a kissing booth. Where, then, the money gained would be donated to ASHP, Aid Services for Homeless People. You get me?"
Allen raised an eyebrow. Even if he did get it, what did that have to do with anything Allen was asking about?
"And this is related in what way?" Allen asked.
Lenalee continued, saying, "Well, seeing as how I won't be able to do it even though I already signed up for it, I promised to bring someone else. And, I thought of you!" Lenalee smiled, leaving Allen confused.
"But…I'm a guy…" For a few seconds, there was silence, Lenalee merely looking at Allen with an expectant face. Suddenly, Allen gasped, having finally put two and two together and realizing what she meant.
"T-That's why you dressed me up as a girl earlier! Y-Y-You expect me to-to k-kiss guys for you?!" Lenalee smiled brightly, nodding. Allen started struggling again and Lenalee immediately tightened her hold.
"Never. ! What makes you think I would ever do that?!"
"Because Allen, I thought you cared…" Allen frowned. The guilty trick wouldn't work. He was still not going to do it. After a few moments, Lenalee sighed.
"Fine. I'll help pay off half of Cross's debts for you." Allen's eyes widened. But then he grinned, his eyes narrowing.
"You do know how much that'll be, right?"
"Yeah, I do know. Or I can guess. But Komui'll help me. That is, of course, as long as you agree to do it."
Allen thought about it. Half of Cross's debts? That would help a lot. And, after all, it wouldn't be so bad to be in a kissing booth. Just a simple connection of lips right? Allen smiled.
"Okay, Lenalee, I'll do it."
She looked up. "Really?"
"Yeah, I will. But you're going to pay the debts off, right?"
Lenalee smiled. "Of course."
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Allen struggled, trying to shift the brown wig on his head. Lenalee frowned and righted it again.
"Allen, stop moving! You're ruining your disguise!"
Allen merely harrumphed and leaned back down into the chair, muttering, "Why do I have to change my appearance, anyway?"
Lenalee sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Come on, Allen. You're cute but that white hair and red scar on your face is just way too noticeable. Now, turn around. I have to put on the foundation now."
Allen complied and closed his eyes tightly, giggling slightly as Lenalee swept the brush all over his face. Although he would never admit it, this was kind of fun. It felt nice, too.
Lenalee smiled. "Enjoying this, Allen?"
He started and shook his head, stuttering, "N-no, why would I?"
She didn't reply, but instead smiled to herself.
"Ok, now lip gloss…We have to make it natural, so no mascara. Maybe a little blush…"
Allen wondered how he looked right now. Did he look like one of those drag queens that he saw on the streets? Or like all those glamorous, practically fake women that Cross brought home so often? He smiled. He couldn't imagine what he looked like.
"There, it's done! Aw, Allen, you look so cute!"
Allen blinked a few times before getting up from the seat. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, he pulled down the skirt as low as he could and shuffled to the mirror to see what he looked like, but Lenalee stopped him, shaking her head.
"You don't have to see it now. Wait a bit. That way it'll be more fun and you don't have to feel too embarrassed about how you look."
Allen's eyebrows furrowed and his lips jutted out in a pout. "Am I ugly?"
Lenalee stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head again. "Nope. Actually, you're anything but."
Blushing, he replied, "T-thanks."
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be glad about that or not.
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Allen smiled and leaned leisurely back in his chair. This wasn't so hard. At first, he had been afraid of kissing other guys. After all, he hadn't even had his first kiss yet with a woman, let alone a man!
But it didn't really matter. Most of the people just blushed a bit before then sitting down and giving a quick peck on the lips. It was as if they were just giving a hello. The more outgoing ones sometimes gave a really passionate kiss, but none of them felt like real, heartfelt kisses. So Allen decided that his true first kiss had not been stolen yet.
Although there were some disgusting people and old men in line that he had to kiss, it was definitely worth it in return for the payment of half of Cross's debts. Just a peck and it was done. Allen couldn't even consider this work, although it did get a little tedious after a while.
After some time, Lenalee entered the kissing booth, smiling.
"Tired?" she asked.
Allen grinned brightly. "Only a little. Why? Does my shift end soon?"
She nodded and Allen gave a contented sigh. "I can't to wait to buy some tic-tacs. Some of the people taste reeeallly bad."
Lenalee giggled. "Don't worry, Allen. You'll get your mints."
Suddenly, Allen's ears pricked up. There seemed to be a commotion occurring outside the kissing booth. Lenalee smiled and said, "Oh, looks like your next customer is coming. See you in a bit!"
Allen waved and, when Lenalee left the little room, he waited patiently for the next person to arrive. As he sat there in silence, though, he couldn't help but listen to the noise outside.
"Baka! I don't want to go in. Why do I have to?" Allen frowned. He recognized that voice from somewhere.
"Oh, come on, Yuu-chan! Don't you want to kiss a pretty girl?"
Yuu-chan?
"Fuck you, baka usagi. Go in yourself!"
Wait a minute…
"Oh, don't be so sore. Go…In!" Allen heard some scuffling outside his room before, suddenly, a tall teen was pushed through by a red head.
He grinned, saying, "Enjoy, Yuu-chan!" before closing the door.
"Don't call me Yu-Damn it…"
Allen stared, wide-eyed. In front of him was a teen with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and Japanese shaped, cold blue eyes glaring at the door. Extremely handsome, extremely muscular, and waay too familiar.
Suddenly, the pair of blue eyes looked up. For a second, they widened, before narrowing again in their regular glare.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Uh, no, no, not at all!" Allen replied nervously, waving his hands in front of him to prove his innocence.
"…Che. Fine then."
Plopping himself down in a chair, he leaned his arm on the table and looked away. Allen merely stared. A strangled silence rose between them and, desperately, Allen asked, "I-Is your name Yuu?"
Suddenly, a sword, glinting on its point, pointed straight at his throat, and Allen squeaked, "Eek!"
"Do…not…EVER…call me Yuu. Only Kanda." The glare the teen sent alone was enough to make any hardcore thug wet his pants.
"Wha-wha-WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Get that thing away from me!"
Allen swatted the sword away, ignoring the gash he got in his hand by doing so. Kanda's eyes widened, surprised.
"Fuck, what are you doing, baka Moyashi?!" He ran over to Allen, grabbing his hand.
Allen's eyebrows furrowed. Moyashi? Again with that term?
"What the hell does Moyashi mean anyway, Bakanda?"
Kanda twitched and tightened his grip, making Allen wince. "It means beansprout, idiot. Now let me see that."
As Allen uncurled his hand, he hissed in pain. There was a deep red gash, torn skin on the edges of the cut and blood pooling around it. Allen stared at it, entranced. There was so much red. Drop by drop, they went down in a slow river to the floor.
Kanda scowled as he observed the wound. "What kind of idiot swats away a sword?"
Allen frowned and replied, "And what kind of idiot gets so worked up about a name?"
Kanda twitched again but ignored what Allen said. "Well, at least it's clean."
Allen rolled his eyes. This guy was weird and he shouldn't be talking to him anymore. He was in his school, after all. There would be supreme humiliation in store for Allen if Kanda ever found out he was actually a guy.
Withdrawing his hand, Allen muttered, "I'm fine already. Just get your business done and leave. There are people waiting in line, you know."
Kanda, for just a second, showed confusion before going back to his regular scowl. "What business?" he asked slowly.
Allen rolled his eyes again. Really, this guy was as clueless as he was rude.
"You know, kiss me."
For a second, there was complete shock before, quickly, a light pink blush rose over the long haired teen's cheeks. Allen couldn't help but smile as Kanda grew more and more embarrassed. This was a very interesting guy, always saying 'Fuck you' and 'Fuck this' but blushing on a simple charity kiss. As Kanda hesitated and just stood there, Allen came up with a plan. He grinned.
Making sure to look at Kanda with big eyes and a pout on his lips, Allen asked, "Do you want me to kiss you then?"
Kanda started back and started shaking his head, but Allen ignored his gestures. Reaching up on his tip-toes, he put a hand on Kanda's cheek and, smiling a small turning of lips, kissed him.
Only a simple connecting of lips, right?
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Hahahaha. This was so predictable. I'm not even sure if this was good. But I'd like to continue on with this story. Please Review and I hope you liked the first chapter!