Seeing Red.
A/N: *Dodges tomato's like a pro* Hey guys. So... Miss me? I know, I know. Horrible author here. I COMPLETELY lost inspiration for this story... until late... yesterday. Yeah yesterday. This isn't just an April Fools joke. [I would be an even worse author if I did that.] This is for real... Thank you.
Please enjoy the chapter!\
Warings: EXTREME Dark!Allen. Noah!Allen. Fem!Allen. Crazy!Allen. Lustful!Allen, ETC. Slightly OOC Kanda, maybe. An overdose of Tyki Mikk and his sexiness.
Listening to: Rolling in The Deep by Adele.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 2.
Kanda was not pleased.
In fact, he was fucking pissed.
That fuckin' bastard Komui left the case of the Noah fuckin' murders. And he didn't even give him a reasonable answer!
That was the one thing Kanda hated about being around the top of the Police Force.
He blamed his parents. God rest their souls.
Kanda's eyes flickered to the watch on his wrist.
1:45:10 PM...
1:46:47 PM...
1:46:50 PM...
Time was moving way to damn slow.
His gaze switched to the window.
Rain.
Fucking rain.
It was as if God had it our for him today.
First, the Murder Case was thrown to him, against his will. Second, the Baka-Usagi, Lavi 'Bookman' was placed on his team. Then Third, it begun to rain, not that he expected anything else, England's weather was shity. Then, Finally, he was forced into a car with the Baka-Usagi.
They had to drive all the way from Andover to Bristol. And for the Japanese-male, that was too damn long. He didn't care about how much time it took, even a single minute was enough.
He tried to block the annoying red-head out of his mind, as the rabbit-like cop started talking about Harry Fuckin' Potter. Kanda couldn't personally see the appeal in the series*.
He continued glaring out of this window. They would catch the murderer, then Kanda knew exactly what to do with him.
Torture by a red-headed idiot.
A set of curved lips fell into a smirk as a small petite woman unlocked the door, leading into an apartment, almost gliding in once the door was open. She quickly closed the door besides her.
It was obvious that this was a Female, well between the ages of 16 to 23.
She had white hair that was tied into a small pony-tail; to stop from getting dirty, and a slim figure that retained no baby-fat. She was pale. Not a sickly pale, but she wasn't close to being tan either. The most interesting thing about her, possibly, was her eyes. Both of them were blue-gray, but above her left eye was a star-shaped scar that went down to right above her chin. She wore a black trench-coat.
She was, in short, beautiful.
She shrugged out of the black trench-coat, revealing a blood-red dress that fell to her knees, a matching red arm to go with it.
"Tyki?" She said, in a strangely powerful voice that didn't fit her looks. "Are you home?"
She walked into the front room of the flat. The concept of the house was interesting to say the least. The walls were a bright white, while the picture frames that hung on the walls had a black frame.
"In the living room." Said a smooth voice.
She followed the voice, throwing the black coat onto the floor. Someone would pick it up eventually...
Walking into the living room from the small hall that had welcomed her once she walked in, the girl was met by a tan man.
The tan man, Tyki, was gorgeous. He had dark hair that was tied into a pony-tail, that reached just under his shoulders, golden eyes, and ashen-gray skin.
"Allen." Tyki nearly purred, setting down his book.
"Mister Mikk," the-girl-named-Allen said, amused, sitting next to the Portuguese man.
Tyki's hand moved from his side, slowly going up the girl's leg.
"So,"his hand disappeared within the red cloth. "How did today go?"
Allen licked her lips. "Nine down, they only know about eight still."
She moaned suddenly.
"You tease." She said, breathlessly.
"It's what I do best." Tyki said, kissing Allen's neck, lust gleaming in his eyes.
Allen looked down and saw her underwear was at her ankles. Tyki was indeed something else.
Moaning, once more, she tried to continue. "It, its going quite good. I, I would s, s, say."
"That's good, when are you striking next?" Tyki said, his spare hand moving towards Allen's breast.
"Few days," Allen said, bitting her lip, as Tyki started trying to get his hand near her boobs.
"Just tell me when I get to join your little game." Tyki said, his lips brushing Allen's throat.
"Trust me, you'll be helping soon enough, and the police won't know what hit them." Allen said, kissing Tyki full on the mouth.
Listening to: Chasing Pavements by Adele. (Amazing song.)
A/N: *blushes* That was my first time writing a lime... So I am totally embarrassed right now... But hey, Think of it as a gift in the form of Poker Pair! After all, this has been waiting for like 7 months... *Cough*
I just need to say, I don't like cursing, but Kanda was so easy to write...
Anyways, the next chapter will not take as long as this one did, I will try and have one up by my birthday. Before April 6th. So in the next five days, I will update for sure.
Please Review!
*I love Harry Potter personally, but Kanda is a hard-ass. He doesn't like anything but Soba, Mugen, and Allen. I doubt that he would like HP, but Lavi however... He reminds me of Ron a little.
XOXO
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