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Kanda and Allen never liked each other. As a matter of fact, they hated each other. Very much.
Their hatred had begun ever since their first meeting, when Kanda thought Allen was an enemy, and Allen was almost sliced to dead just because of Komui's messiness.
Then there was the time when Kanda refused to shake Allen's hand. And his reason? "I don't shake hands with cursed ones."
And the time when Kanda called Allen 'moyashi'.
And the time when the Japanese was disgusted by the British's… strange… appetite.
And the time when…
And when…
In short, they never liked each other.
So why? Why did a badly injured Kanda defended an exhausted Allen against a Level 2 when they were in Martel, although he had said that he would abandon the moyashi if that brat got in the way. Why did Kanda want to protect Allen when the Order had posed the white haired boy as a thread? Kanda hated the moyashi, and he hated the fact that that cursed exorcist went through this barrier, melted his ice, and made him care about others.
But… did he really hate it?
If he did, why would he feel comfortable whenever Allen was around? Why did he have to try hard not to smile at the moyashi's naïve face? And why did Kanda… kiss the boy? Well, at least that brat seemed to love it.
Ahhh… so that's why.
Kanda and Allen never liked each other. Absolutely not.
They just changed from 'hate' to 'love'.
YAY! ^^ This is my first oneshot!
But this isn't my first story though. It's my third one. My first one? Actually, I don't really wanna talk about it -_-'
Help me improve my writing, pleaseeeeee...
(I think it means 'please review' :P)
