A/N: I hope you guys like it.
Dedication: For Kimmy-chan,because you're my little sister.:)
Passion.
Yes, there was incredible passion in those smoky gray eyes. It was the only time the smoke cleared slightly to review some semblance of emotion. Yes, passion when they fought. As if it were truly worth placing emotion on.
Perhaps that was why Allen loved to irritate Kanda.
To see anger in the supposed ice prince. Yes, a truly beautiful sight. Kanda was already good looking even when he was emotionless, one couldn't deny. When those eyes fired up with passion and anger, those marble-cut features contorted in anger, he was more gorgeous than ever.
Once upon a time, Allen would never have thought of Kanda as beautiful. No, the other exorcist seemed cold and unfeeling. Allen thought of him as 'Uninteresting'.
Yet… that was once upon a time and had no effect on 'now'.
Oh, if only he could turn back the clock, he would never have fallen in love with the other. He does not remember when he had. He guesses that it was around the fight for the innocence in Lala, where Kanda had shown compassion and allowed him to replace the innocence in the doll. It must be around that time… but he can't be sure.
"Allen-kun…"
Reluctantly, he broke eye contact with the blue-haired male.
"What is it, Lenalee-chan?"
"Please don't fight… we have more important things to worry about right now."
"Of course," he replied. Lenalee was right. He saw irritation mar the perfect features of the other exorcist as well. To them, this fight was something to be cherished. It was the perfect excused for the untouchable. To understand that the other did exist; that they were no illusions. They could never speak as if they were friends, so this was the only way to become a part of the other's lives. Everything that revolved around their lives became so dangerous… his was their way of communication. Every fight was an act of concern, of insecurity, of love.
Arguing and fighting with each other… that was their sanity
Stealing one last look at Kanda, he walked away. He knew that those smoky eyes traced his movements as he reluctantly returned to his room.
Love was a curious thing. When he was younger, he once thought that love and happiness were the same thing, and that someday, when he fell in love, he would be free from Cross and allowed to travel with her. He thought that everything would always be blissful and uneventful.
When he was young, he did not understand the meaning of the word 'war'.
In a war, the more you have, the more you are able to lose. To love freely was not an option, so all they can do is cling on to their many fights, mending their mistakes in the darkness.
Perhaps someday, when this cruel war was over, the meaning of love could take on the form his innocent mind had concocted. If the two of them hadn't already died, then… perhaps love could be less complicated.
A/N; hope you liked it!