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Warning: Some disturbing scenes, BoyxBoy, mistakes in language, OOC.

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The place is in complete darkness. There was absolutely nothing but black all around him. He was starting to feel fear creeping out of his pores, engulfing all of his being. The teenager had no idea how he got here but he knew he had to get out. He tried to be strong and continued to walk on, hoping to find a way out this never-ending obscurity. He was getting more and more fatigued and his muscles begun to ache, like they were going to be torn apart if he took another step. He refused to acknowledge the pain though; he would never allow himself to fall like that.

The temperature of the place was gradually dropping and he could not help but shiver, his teeth clattering ever so often. He hugged himself and staggered on, with the thought of it would be alright after he had found the exit to this strange, albeit frightening world. Something in him had told him they had been through worse and strangely, he believed it, like it was a thing he had known since, forever.

Suddenly, he bumped into something hard and he was forced to stop. He touched it; the thing had a rough surface, a hard texture and it's big and tall…

A wall…?

Maybe…

He walked a few more steps, with his hands still on the assumed wall when he felt something dripped onto his head. He raised it up instinctively, completely forgotten about his lost sense of sight and wanted to see what it was. A few more droplets fall upon his face and the stench of blood was suddenly so heavy in his surroundings that caused him to gag. He covered his nose with his left palm, wanting to block the revolting smell away from him. He raised his head again and light, just like an actor on stage, was shone upon him, giving back his sight that he wanted during this period.

His blood went cold and his eyes widened.

It was him, nailed on the very wall he was standing against.

A sharp wire that was attached on the blood-stained wall was used to tie around his neck, piercing into the venerable flesh that hid veins that could be fatal to any person if they were severed. Both of his palms that were placed over his head were nailed onto the wall and his legs were tied together in the same way his neck was. Fresh blood continued to pour out of every wound.

He looked on, unable to tear his eyes away from the horrifying scene in front of him.

Out of the blue, he saw his own eyes shot opened to look at him. The other him smiled ghastly at the raven before blood flowed from the terrified boy's eyes, nostrils and mouth.

The raven screamed.

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"Kanda! Kanda! Wake up!"

Allen used all of his strength to keep Kanda from trashing around, grabbing onto his hands and pinning him down onto the couch. The raven had only calmed down from his last relapse and another one was here again; waking Kanda up would be the best option now.

But how?

Allen pondered, trying to stay composed and think of an effective way to achieve it. Kanda was trashing around more and more wildly, kicking and aching himself up so as to fight something off. His hair band had come off some time ago and his long hair had spread all over the couch, some covering his face that was already stained in tears. Allen noticed Kanda was biting so hard onto his lower lip that the pink flesh tore, a stream of blood starting its way down his chin.

Not finding anything that could stop Kanda from hurting himself further, Allen placed the side of his right palm in-between of Kanda's teeth with his glove still intact. He winced as he felt the teeth sank into his skin, splitting them and causing blood to ooze out of the bite marks. Now, he needed to wake Kanda up before there was any more trouble.

He pulled his right hand out and a burning pain was felt when skin was further torn by the teeth. He yanked Kanda up from his position and pulled him into a hug, his chin placed on top of the raven's head. His both arms encircled the smaller body and he gave a tight squeeze, wishing the warmth that he could give would lead to the awakening of the raven due to the new found sense of security.

"You are alright Kanda. Nothing is going to hurt you. I'm here, everything is alright now." Allen mumbled on, wanting those words to reach the younger one. He brushed his long fingers through Kanda's hair, taking in the soft and smooth texture of them.

The scent of Kanda's hair, strangely, had an effect of soothing Allen's anxiety and he lightly rock both of them, hoping to achieve a more tranquil feeling that could help to relax the raven further. Out of the blue, Allen could feel a pair of arms placed briefly on his side, clenching onto him like it was seeking for more warmth. He could feel Kanda started to pull him closer and the raven continued to snuggle into the white-haired chest, seemingly content with the contact he received.

They remained in that position for a while, everything was peaceful…

…Until the raven woke up.

Kanda was shocked. No, terrified, to find out he had touched the white-haired weirdo, with his whole being no less!

He had immediately pushed Allen away and the older one was sent hitting the sharp edge of the other end of the couch, which he winced in pain and cursed silently. He rubbed at the aching spot; there will definitely be a bad bruise later. Allen sighed; this new patient of his was really giving him a headache he did not need.

Kanda shot up from his seat, "What are you doing, you bastard!"

Allen stood up too; his hand rose up in the way of telling a person he did not carry anything that was harmful. "Wait, wait. You must be mistaken. You were having a nightmare just now and you were thrashing about. In order to calm you down, there was nothing else I could do but to…"

"Touch me inappropriately?!"

"No, no! Please listen to me…"

"There is no need of an explanation, I saw it with my own eyes and…," Kanda's face twisted in abhorrence, "Felt it."

The raven's temper got the better out of him and he pounced at Allen, sending them both on to the floor. Allen gasped in pain when the place with the fresh bruise took the impact of the fall and it knocked the air out of him. His senses grew dull in the period of time and he was unable to react before Kanda punched him in his left cheek, his teeth cutting the soft flesh that was inside of his mouth. Metallic taste soon engulfed his taste buds and he spit the blood out in disgust; he had always hated that taste.

Allen saw red and he spun them around, now with him on top of Kanda. He glared at the raven who was now emitting an aura of murderous intent. The white-haired gritted his teeth in anger; the raven had gone too far now.

"Get this straight, brat. I am here to help you, to relieve you of your condition. If you don't work with me now, you may have to see me for a long time. Think about it, after you had been cured, you would stop seeing my face and I will get out of your sight altogether."

Kanda widened his eyes in shock; this was the first time anyone had retorted him, not to mention this furiously. The raven eyes dropped and he tilted his head to the side, averting any eye contacts.

Seeing Kanda was starting to give in now, the white-haired could feel a little satisfaction creeping up and he congratulated himself silently.

Allen pushed himself to stand up before he stretched out a hand towards Kanda, instigating a helping hand to pull the raven up. Instead of accepting this kind gesture, the raven had just swatted the hand away and continued to lift himself to stand on his feet. Allen sighed for the many times he had and just watched on as Kanda swept his hands again and again at his clothes, wanting to get rid of dusts that may had been attached to him when he was on the matted floor.

Kanda made his way back to the couch to retrieve his bag, placing it over his shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

The raven snorted and pointed a finger towards the clock on the opposite wall. Allen scratched his head sheepishly after he got a quick glance at the time; he did not even realized the session was over four minutes ago.

"Well, do come earlier for the next session. I will like to help you however I can and every seconds does matters."

Just before Allen could greet Kanda goodbye, the door was slammed, hard, after the raven stormed off.

That brat really should learn some manners.

This new patient of his was a handful; it would be challenging for Allen to get to know him and come up with the most suitable solution to treat the teenager.

Feeling the growing need of having a coffee to revitalize himself, Allen fished out his wallet from his bag and wondered what type of coffee he should get.

Maybe a cup of iced latte could do him good for the day.

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This chapter is kind of weird, isn't it? Anyway, reviews would be greatly appreciated.