Allen talks to much about someone Kanda would rather not hear about. Ensuing emotional crisis and opening up of Kanda etc. Quite cliched but cliches are cute. Also, Schink is not a word it is just me trying to use onomatopoeia without a suitable word.
Am I likely to own -man? I have only ever been able to draw stick people, and whilst most of the exorcists are skinny they are in fact not stick people. If I did own man Kanda would be gay and would have another irritating friend called me. Also he would be the main character. And Tykki wouldn't have the noah side, defeats the point but I like miner Tykki! -- long disclaimer.
In this fic there will be lots of lovely BL, implied lemon, Yullen and some dark Yukki (didn't know what to call KandaXTykki and this seemed funny) Also possibly some Linali hate.
Allen woke up. He rubbed his eyes, looking around his dark room. There was a strange, steady noise coming from down the corridor.
Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink
He sighed and got out of bed to investigate. His stomach growled. Okay, he told himself, go down to the kitchen, get some food then go and find the origin of this annoying noise.
Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink
Allen started back up the stairs, stomach now full and content once more. He came to the top of the stairs, and looked along the corridor. The noise seemed to be coming from Kanda's room. His eyes narrowed. He knew that the Japanese swordsman found it difficult to sleep unless he was completely exhausted; There had been many times when he had found the swordsman collapsed in the training room in the morning after a long midnight training session. But this was different. The training room was downstairs and Kanda didn't usually make strange noises whilst training, and he definitely didn't usually disturb Allen.
Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink
He burst into the older mans room, ready for a shouting match. Kanda didn't look up. Allen stopped. The Japanese man was sitting cross-legged on the bed, sharpening his already lethal katana. His eyes were red from lack of sleep, or … crying? Allen said nothing, watching the samurai's expressionless face.
Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schink Schi...
Kanda cut his finger. He stopped sharpening the katana and looked at his finger, the pain bringing him out of his reverie. The swordsman looked at his finger for a few minutes. Allen stayed silent, holding his breath. Then something strange happened. Allen rubbed his eyes, unsure if what he was seeing was real. The other man had broken down. He was now lying face-down on the bed, long hair spread out around his head, shoulders shaking, entire body wracked with uncontrollable sobs.
Allen moved towards the bed, not sure of what he should do. Kanda looked up. His face was pale, enhancing the dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks were wet with tears. "What the hell are you doing in my room moyashi?" He spat the last word out as though it had a foul taste. Allen started. "Umm… You woke me up sharpening Mugen, umm… I'll just umm…" he gestured towards the door. "Yeah, you just 'umm'" Kanda made quotation marks with his fingers and sighed exasperatedly, turning towards the wall.
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