Tears

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Gaarin's Note
Hey guys, it's me, Gaarin! I actually do play some part in this account. (Orly? Yarly! Nowai... Dx)

So, this is something I wrote really late, when I should've been sleeping... (TAT) I wrote it myself. MYSELF. NO HELP FROM MIZUHARA. Thanks a lot, Beansprout.
Speaking of food... Oh, we weren't? I'm hungry...

I guess I'm stealing the opportunity to post the first story then :D IN YOUR FACE MIZUHARA
-Gaarin

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It was just a regular day in April. It was raining outside the Black Order, the drops drifting down and around the cylindrical building, gathering at the bottom of every window pane.
Lavi was sitting in his room, twiddling his thumbs. There was a stack of books on his left, and a stack of papers on his right. He was pointedly ignoring both, and staring through the sleets of water at the dreary gray world outside.
"What's wrong, Lavi?"
Lavi turned around. It was Lenalee, holding a cup of coffee. He gladly accepted it, and said, "The weather's kind of depressing."
Lenalee smiled. "Well, you know. April showers."
Lavi grinned, and turned to stare back out the window. "Thank you for the coffee, Lenalee-chan."
"My pleasure, Lavi-chan!" replied Lenalee without thinking.
When Lavi turned around with surprise, she'd already fled.
Lavi looked back out the window.
Allen was on the ground, far below him. He was sitting on a rock, looking out into the distance. Lavi frowned. Why would anyone sit outside without an umbrella in this weather?
He didn't have much more time to ponder it before the break ended with a bell tolling, and he began booking and papering away again.

Yu Kanda pushed open the large black doors. Sure enough, that baka was sitting out in the rain, on a boulder. Was he crazy?
"Hey, Moyashi! Komui wants to see you!"
Allen didn't turn.
Kanda sighed. He reluctantly opened his umbrella, and walked under it, over to Allen.
"Hey, beansprout!"
Allen didn't move.
Kanda walked around him. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was passed out, dead, or sleeping. But he was sitting up.
"Beansprout?" Kanda said cautiously, placing his hand on Allen's shoulder.
Allen's eyes opened immediately.
"Oh, sorry Kanda-san! I was just reflecting."
Kanda looked at the drenched kid, with his expensive jacket sodden with water, and his pearly white hair clinging to his forehead.
"Yeah, whatever. Komui wants to see you."
Allen closed his eyes.
"Just give me another half-hour."
Kanda raised his eyes to the overcast clouds.

"He said it was urgent."
Allen groaned.
"Just fifteen minutes? You can stay with me..."
Kanda sighed, and sat down on the other side of the rock. He then threw the umbrella at Allen. It was significantly less satisfying than throwing a knife at someone. It drifted into Allen's lap, covering his head, and he opened his eyes with surprise.
"Why are you giving me this?"
"You look freezing. Exorcists shouldn't catch pneumonia, there are so many better ways to die."
Allen held the umbrella for three more seconds, and then blurted out awkwardly, "But, you're an Exorcist too!"
Kanda 'tch'ed. "I'm not going to catch cold."
Allen hesitated, and then moved over to sit beside Kanda.
"What are you doing, Moyashi?"
"I don't want you to get cold!"
Kanda said, "I'm not! Go 'way!"
Allen said, "No!" and held the umbrella over Kanda and himself. Kanda pushed him away.
"Stop it!"
"No!" Allen put his arms around Kanda, and pulled Kanda towards him.
Kanda exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing, you stupid beansprout?! Let me go!"
Allen repeated, "No!" and pulled Kanda closer until Kanda was sitting next to Allen.
Kanda looked down at him. "Allen, what the hell--"
Allen grinned. "You called me Allen."
Kanda 'tch'ed. "So? You called me Kanda-san earlier. Just... let go!"
Allen seemed to realize what he was doing, and hastily let go. He continued, however, to hold the umbrella between him and Kanda.
"Beansprout..."
Allen looked up at Kanda.
"Were you crying?"
Allen blinked innocently. "No..."
Kanda said bluntly, "There are tear marks running down your cheeks."
Allen replied, "Duh. It's raining, BaKanda."
Kanda said in a low voice, "But they follow the tracks of the side of your nose... And your eyes look wetter than usual... And you're blushing, a little bit..."
Allen blinked, then smiled. "The only tears that have run down my face today are God's tears, Kanda."
Kanda looked at him. The white-haired teen looked completely innocent. Allen was, Kanda reflected thoughtfully, okay at lying.
"Yeah, right. Why were you crying?"
"I wasn't crying, Kanda-chan!"
Kanda let that sink in for a few moments, before he unsheathed Mugen and said (a tad bemusedly), "What did you just call me, MOYASHI?!?!"
Allen's hand flew to cover his mouth, as though that would erase the slip of his tongue. He got up, and began to run back to the doors, leaving Kanda with the umbrella.
Kanda walked swiftly after the teen, and grabbed Allen's left arm, dragged him back to the rock, and placed the umbrella over both of them.
"Beansprout! What did you just call me?"
"K-K-K-Kanda-san! KANDA-SAN!"
Kanda said, "Don't lie, please. I'm confused enough."
Allen looked up at Kanda. "Promise you won't be mad?"

"Um... I promise?"
"Cross your heart?"
Kanda looked at Allen. "Moyashi! Just tell me already!!"
Allen repeated in a pathetically low voice, "Cross your heart?"
Kanda said slowly, "Cross my... heart..."
Drops were falling down from Allen's face. Kanda looked up, and they were both still under the umbrella. Which meant...
"I called you Kanda-chan. And I promise to never do it again, and--"
"Shut up, Moyashi."
Kanda kissed Allen.

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Gaarin: Lol, that was pointless. This isn't exactly a big fic, but I'm too lazy to add any more, so don't keep checking back. Reviews would be appreciated though!

Mizuhara: Hey, Gaarin, what are you doing?

Gaarin: OH SHIT! Got to run!

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