Hello there, welcome to my yullen week entries, and I want you to know that...
I'm an idiot :)

Actually, a month ago, when I saw that I had absolutely no inspiration what so ever regarding the yullen week, I decided to not participate this year, but a few days ago I thought: Oh, I might as well slack off concerning school and write those stories, I know It's gonna nag on me if I don't do It.. so here I am, with a story I wrote YESTERDAY! And I have only two more stories as of now, so I don't know if I can make it :P I'm sad that the optional themes won't be of much use for me, 'cause I probably won't make it to write two theme's for two days.. well, maybe if I slack of really hard regarding everything else, I might make it :D I'll try :)

So this is my two-day story on the theme silence, and it isn't as good as it was supposed to be (I guess my plot bunny still hates me -.-) and it's really short, but It'll do the thing for now :P So, see you in two days, and enjoy :)

He softly closes the door after himself, leaving the warmth of Kanda's room, of his lovers room.

Silence surrounds him again. He signs.

"You do not have to talk to me, I understands you anyways." Kanda said, but Allen felt guilty, he felt transparent. He couldn't say anything when it came to their relationship, it seemed his answers were always only

silence.

Suffocating silence.

Half-assed silence.

Silence full of expectations,

full of cowardness, anger

and silence full of disappointment.

It was the worst thing, knowing Kanda didn't force him to say his feelings, even though he wanted to hear them.

It was the worst thing, having Kanda say considerate things. The one and only Kanda! It was a shame. He was ashamed, he wanted to tell Kanda so much.

And yet he found himself hesitating, hesitating, hesitating.

Once before, he remembers this situation really well, it was the first time Kanda said "I love you", and it was the first time he said he was sorry. That he was sorry, and that he.. didn't know. He shook his head wildly back then, disappointed with himself (He already knew for the longest time how he felt), and he was disappointed in Kanda for not forcing him to tell.

He couldn't do it alone, he was scared, a coward, surrounded by

silence.

The door handle is hot under his fingers and he realizes that he's been spacing out. He better leave, he thinks, but the door opening again startles him.

Kanda is standing there, with a unreadable expression. He is bathed in sweat, they both are, he tells himself.

He lowers his gaze, not able to look Kanda in the eye.

"I know it, baka moyashi." Allen looks up, trying to figure out what Kanda meant, trying to understand Kanda.

"Idiot, don't eat at yourself, it makes me feel guilty, and it makes you seem stupid" Insults fill the empty corridors of their home.

"You don't have to tell me every little thing, you know. I understand without you saying it."

Thank you, thank you.

He wants to thank Kanda, he wants to blurt out everything, but only silence leaves his mouth, and

despite Kanda saying what did, again Allen felt sorrow.

"In fact, I don't want you to tell me, it's something I want to see and feel, not hear."

Then Kanda kisses him, and Allen, despite the whirlpool of feelings inside of him, kisses back.

When they part, Kanda laughs, Allen blushes, then opens his mouth in effort.

Silence.

"I understand. 'Cause, you see, dummy, this blush tells me everything."

Redder cheeks, chuckles, silence.

"You know, we don't need to talk, let our actions speak for now, alright?"

He nods, smiles, embraces Kanda, and decides this is all right for the moment, this is good enough for him.

"'Cause between us, no words are needed."