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Musty. Allen sneezed and rubbed his nose. He never knew the library would be so musty and depressing. And cold. He wandered aimlessly down the rows and rows of books, hoping to cure his insomnia. His cursed eye was bothering him more and more each night, and he had figured a nice walk around the order might help. But the teen quickly found himself lost and wandering the library, and still wised awake. He wanted to sleep so badly, he was very tired, but the pain his eyes caused and the dreams he had once he was asleep kept him up.

"Che. What're you doing here, Moyashi?" Allen jumped at the sudden noise and grimaced when he realized it was Kanda Yuu.

"Just...walking." Allen glared back at his rival. "What about you?"

"Tch, don't lie. You're just dumb enough to get yourself lost in the place you have the balls to call home."

"Did not! And even if I was, at least In wouldn't be lost and female." In his sleep deprived state, Allen knew he wasn't up to clever comebacks, but Kanda got the jist.

"Are you implying that I'm a girl?"

"If the bra fits..." Allen shook his head and his vision cleared; the lack of sleep was getting to him.

"I'd rather be a girl than a fucking weakling!"

"I'm not weak, ponytail!" Allen retorted, his face heating up. Why was Kanda always able to push every wrong button Allen had? It could be the simplest insult, but when said by Kanda, it made Allen want to cry.

"Don't you dare make fun of my hair, ya fucking pansy!" Allen found his mind was hazing over and his vision was fading.

"Don't call me a pansy!!!" Allen shouted, taking a step forward. As he moved, his knees buckled. He stumbled forward and was surprised when Kanda caught him. Kanda glared down at him. Allen did his best to glare back, but he felt his mind slipping out of consciousness.

"I'm not...a pansy..."

"Moyashi!?!" Kanda's voice faded, his worried calls becoming more and more muffled as Allen's lids slid shut and he was thrown into darkness.

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The first thing Allen heard was Kanda's voice; he was mumbling swears and insults to the unconscious teen. Next, Allen regained his sense of feeling. He felt cushions beneath him and realized that Kanda must've moved him to one of the many, soft, couches that littered the library. Allen squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying to fall back asleep. He didn't want to wake up, nor did he want to face the humiliation of Kanda seeing him in such a vulnerable state. That is, until he realized that he wasn't resting on a pillow. He sat up quickly, pulling his head off Kanda's lap. That samurai raised his eyebrows at his reaction.

"Che. Idiot." Allen turned away, hiding his blush.

"S-shut up..."

"Guess you really are weak."

"I'm not!" There he went again, criticizing every thing Allen did. But...his tone seemed different this time. "I just haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately..."

"Nightmares? What a loser." His voice wasn't hateful now; he almost sounded...concerned? Allen looked down and folded his hands together to stop them from shaking.

"Kinda..." Allen's eyes gave a particularly violet throb and he jolted backwards in pain. When he regained his senses, he was leaning on Kanda's shoulder, panting. He was clutching Kanda's jacket with a death grip, and he didn't let go.

Kanda turned his head away and tried to ignore the warm wetness of tears on his shoulder.

"Y-you're right...I really am just a weak loser..."

"Che. No you're not. You're just stupid." Allen tried to look up at Kanda, but the other exorcist used his hand to press Allen's head against his shoulder. If Allen had looked, he would have caught the smile that has graced Kanda's lips, even if it only lasted a second.

"If you're so tired you're gonna pass out, you should sleep." Kanda's voice was hard and stiff, but somehow soothing. Allen didn't know how he had never noticed the gentleness behind Kanda's harsh words. Suddenly the dusty couch he was sitting on was filled with fathomless comfort, Kanda's shoulder extremely warm, and he felt himself drifting into a peaceful sleep.

"Thank you...Kanda..." The samurai turned his head to the mumble, wondering why his face felt warm. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Allen's white hair.

"Baka." But he didn't look away.

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Well, this is my first of 50 themes!! This is ALSo my first ever try at Shonen-ai so I hope it's okay!! bows Enjoy!!