Born For This (addition to "Delirious")

Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)

Kanda scowled over toward Allen, who noticed the older teen's glare. The swordsman narrowed his eyes, while the white-haired teen glared back. A few curt words were exchanged. An insult at BaKanda, a taunt at the bean sprout.

When they turned away from each other at last, Kanda felt like breaking a wall. Why did he fall back to the same old habits? Insulting the kid he secretly had a crush after learning a bit about him on held no gain for the swordsman, so why did he do it?

Where's hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)

Allen sighed as he felt Kanda coming towards him. Misery always seemed to come towards him in the form of a long-haired swordsman. The older teen always seemed to pick on him. Allen tried telling himself it was just good-natured teasing, but he knew it wasn't the case. No matter how he tried to tell himself otherwise, Kanda felt something strong towards Allen.

"Probably hate," he spat quietly to himself as the brief bickering subsided. A sigh went through his breath. It was sad—Allen actually liked the swordsman a lot, admired him a lot, maybe even loved, but the fact that Kanda hated his guts was probably a bit much, in his opinion. It can't be helped though, Allen told himself. He doesn't know.

With your faith you'll trigger a landslide
(victory)

Kill off this common sense of mind

Something Kanda found annoying was the bean sprout's tendency to care for others, but not for himself. He would go out of his way for a person he didn't even know—for example, that doll and the old man, the ghost of Martel—but he didn't give a crap about himself. Kanda despised that—if one was to shoulder all his problems, then that person would trigger a landslide of despair upon himself. Namely the bean sprout.

Couldn't that stupid bean just learn to let other people help him through his problems?

It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine

You can't down it with your eyes

Another day, another mission. Today's was with Kanda. Allen had to remind himself to put on a scowl, pretending that he didn't want to go with Kanda, for the sake of keeping up the act. This wine, this life of an Exorcist was not one for the faint of heart—more so for Allen, who could see the tainted souls of the akuma. The life of an Exorcist was something that one had to become accustomed to over time—not something that could be absorbed so easily, so painlessly, so smoothly. It required time—something Allen still needed to overcome his sorrow for the poor souls trapped inside the horrid bodies of the killing machines.

So we don't need the headlines

We don't need the headlines

Kanda sighed, annoyed yet again that the situation of the Exorcists was unknown to the public—the non-akuma public, anyway. It was a pain to have the train passengers stare at him as the two Exorcists and the Finder climbed onto the train through the roof, as they always did, and while they were in their first class suite. He could practically feel the glaring, the envious eyes that they could just waltz in and get a first-class suite.

Also on his mind was the way that bean sprout seemed to be fidgeting anxiously, his right hand twitching on the edge of the mission briefing, as if he were expecting something to happen soon. Kanda watched him out of his peripheral vision.

We just want…

It was becoming difficult for Allen to restrain his body. He could feel the akuma coming closer, with every passing second, his left eye strained to discover the akuma in its vision; thus, his right hand twitched in anticipation of his eye's reaction. Each second dragged on, and his body craved the akuma.

His body wanted the akuma.

Allen shuddered, unconscious of the swordsman watching him.

Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing

Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

The level 3 akuma had surrounded the Innocence now, forming a tight circle. One of the level 4 cackled above the circle, shrieking in glee at the two new toys he had found. Kanda was feeling a bit pressured, what with the building they were currently inside in poor shape, and the level 4 calling for a Noah to come take the Innocence.

A beautiful song this would be, the song of death that he would sing for the weapons. Every song of death he danced to with his Mugen destroyed the machines, each step planned carefully and flawlessly executed.

Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see

Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

Allen, of course, was slightly pressured by his (dare he say it?) friend's quick, sure progress. He fulfilled a little bit of the immense promise he had made to himself—each akuma he destroyed was a soul that he saved from itself. This was the way he wanted to live his life, to help the dead finally find their peace. Each day was lived as if it was his last.

He turned around to swing his Crown Clown once more as the two level 4 akuma cackled louder than ever when, out of the corner of his eye, Allen saw Kanda—the impeccable Kanda, the infallible Kanda, the heartless Kanda, his unattainable Kanda—get driven through with a sharp, pipe-like weapon coming from Tyki Mikk.

Right now you're the only reason
(I'm not letting go, oh…)

He had no idea why he did it. Actually, he had a good idea as to why, but as to how was a mystery to Kanda. He had seen the weapon coming toward that bean sprout, and his body flew to protect the bean on its own.

Occasionally, he slipped out of unconsciousness long enough to hear something, hear someone. Allen…? He would hear that bean in his dreams, too, begging him not to leave him alone, saying that he still had to stay with him… It was those dreams, that voice that kept Kanda from slipping away to unconsciousness for too long. It was that person that kept Kanda alive, that person that he cared about. Allen was the only reason, right now, why Kanda was not letting go of his life, the life that he would have sacrificed easily a year before.

Time out if everyone's worth pleasing
(Well ha-ha!)

Allen had sent Timcampy out a long time ago, hoping to get Kanda some professional medical attention as soon as possible. Sure, everyone would want them back as soon as possible, but Allen, for once, didn't care whether they were happy or not. He was worried about Kanda, so they would have to wait. BaKanda was the first priority, the only priority.

You'll trigger a landslide
(Victory)

to kill off their finite state of mind

The dreams that Kanda had of Allen while delirious haunted the swordsman. He could feel each one becoming a mound of dirt, coming higher as he dug deeper into untouched feelings. A bit of rain on his parade, the realization that he was unreachable, would trigger another landslide of months of heartless threats, cruel taunts.

Kanda faintly remembered calling Allen to stay, half-thinking he was still dreaming, but nonetheless glad when he felt the younger Exorcist's presence about him. He could feel the warmth again, the warmth that every touch gave him… It gave Kanda hope that the state of mind that Allen was unreachable could be destroyed.

It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine

You can't down it with your eyes

Seated next to the older Exorcist, Allen buried his face in his knees. This wine was bitter, for it tasted of false hope and worry. What if Kanda was getting slightly better, only to die another day? Allen couldn't stand it. He hadn't tasted this wine enough to have an acquired taste to it, like Kanda did—no, Allen was still too scared to make those sacrifices, too caring to become as unfeeling as Kanda did. But he knew it was for the good of the war, for the overall good of the people.

Kanda was right, after all. It was a war, and although sacrifices needed to be made, it wasn't something that Allen wanted to do.

So we don't need the headlines

No, we don't want your headlines

The dreams Kanda had were blaring headlines in his delirious state. "Wake up, go back to him, before it's too late!" Each headline, each dream, each sentence that the bean sprout whispered to him became a blaring, giant, neon sign in Kanda's face that wouldn't disappear until he came back to Allen.

We just want…

His body was trembling, now. His body could sense an akuma coming, and, like it or not, it was going to be destroyed. Allen was torn between his physical desire, to cleanse the akuma, and his emotional desire, to stay with Kanda.

Why couldn't someone come now?

Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing

Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

A scream pierced Kanda's ears, making his eyebrows knot together for a brief moment. He knew that voice… was it the one that had been calling out to him in his dreams? He couldn't be too sure, but he knew the person who the voice belonged to was in deep trouble.

Get up, go help him. The voices in his dreams urged him now more than ever. But he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to get up and help, he couldn't. Physical barriers stood in his way—his poor health, his unconscious state.

Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see

Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

As the akuma surrounded Allen, he knew that if someone didn't come now, it would be BaKanda's last day. The pressure was immense, weighing down his actions, limiting his choices. Sweat trickled down Allen's cheek as he fought.

Timcampy… hurry!

Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing

Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?

Kanda felt himself hoisted onto someone's back. Suddenly, the wind was blowing in his face, the wind tugging at his hair. With some effort, he peeled back his eyelids to see white hair… a red scar… a black claw… a white cape… a blue mask…

He knew he would see Allen back at the hospital.

Alright, so you think you're ready?

Ok, then you say this with me
Go!

We were born for this
We were born for this

They were in the hospital wing, and Allen had (by quite an accident, really) gotten that BaKanda excited. He found himself kissing the older teen quite passionately, letting loose the feelings that he had kept in for a while. He had been so ready for this.

His tongue slid so easily over Kanda's, it was as if they were born for this very moment. Someone—Allen couldn't remember who—threw the blanket over their heads to shield them from whoever decided to waltz in. Allen's blood-stained shirt (he hadn't gotten a chance to change yet) was forcefully ripped off, the hardened muscle underneath kissed gently, teasingly; the older Exorcist's long hair ticking his sides. Allen couldn't resist a small yelp.

Alright, so you think you're ready?

OK, then you say this with me
Go!

We were born for this
We were born for this

We were born for this
We were born for this

We were born for
We were born for

Kanda wasn't holding back anymore. Every ounce of passion he had felt for the younger teen was let loose now as he stripped off his own shirt. He kissed down the younger Exorcist's neck, nibbling gently at the tender skin. Two hands, one slightly rough, slipped into Kanda's pants, pulling them down inadvertently. The Exorcist returned the favor with haste, turning over the bean sprout at the same time.

The air got stuffy from under the blanket, but the two didn't care. They were too immersed in the feelings they had hidden for so long.

Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing

Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?

Allen panted heavily, his hands fisted tightly on the bedsheets. How could that stupid BaKanda still have so much power while he was injured?! It just wasn't right, how the older Exorcist had forced him into submission, but those thoughts quickly faded as pleasure came over him.

Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see

Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure now?

Kanda was enjoying this. Each moan that the bean sprout let out (which was quite often) only made him more excited. He couldn't help but let a small smirk form on his lips, which he hurriedly pressed to the back of the younger teen's neck, tasting sweat. This was a fun time, an erotic time for the stoic Kanda.

Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing

Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?

Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?

Allen felt strong arms weasel from under his arms to grab his shoulder, feeling the full weight of Kanda's body on them. He noted faintly that their clothes had disappeared from under the bed, and realized that he was dying for some fresh air. He tried to pull back the blanket, or at least make an opening, but Kanda's strong arms kept him from moving.

We were born for this
We were born for this

Kanda knew that the bean sprout under him was probably suffocating from lack of fresh air, but he didn't have enough energy to pull out and pull back the blanket. Instead, he hugged Allen tighter and laid his head in the crook of his neck.

We were born for this

The two felt a rush of cool air, and when Allen glanced up (Kanda was too tired), he nearly knocked Kanda to the floor.

"Lenalee?! Lavi?!"


Lol. I heard this song playing on my MP3, and was like, "OMG. MUST... DO... SONGFIC.... ON... THIS ONE....!"

xD So yeah. I know I said it was oneshot, but hey. Things change. Deal with it ;D

Sora Pwns x3