The snowy haired boy's glistening grey eyes fluttered open to an ominous area. He patted his side to find it had been securely bandaged by the hands of someone who was obviously quite skilled in the way. He clutched the warm bedding that was draped over him and pulled it comfortably over his chest, snuggling deep into the warmth of the inviting bed.
"Why are you here?" came a low, crude tone from the other side of the room. Allen peered through the shadows, and after his eyes adjusted, saw the slim figure of a shirtless Kanda.
"Huh? I was—uhh—just…well…" he flustered about, raising his hands in and innocent form.
"Looking for sympathy. Tch." Kanda scoffed at Allen, walking over to sit next to him on the bed then flipping on the bedside lamp.
"W-what are you doing? Why don't you have a shirt?" he asked, slightly moving backwards in fear. Kanda wasn't the friendliest of people after all.
"Tch, stupid Moyashi. I need to rebandage your wound. I don't have a shirt because it's ripped to strips and tied around your stomach Baka." He stated, suddenly grabbing Allen by the waist and rolling him towards himself like a log. Allen's cheeks showed a hint of red through the dim light, but Allen didn't think he might notice. "Don't get too excited, heh." Obviously Kanda has seen it.
"You were the one that patched me up? It's your fault I'm like this!" complained Allen, allowing Kanda's masculine hands to remove the handmade bandages, gently whisking around his delicate abdomen.
"Yeah, Baka. I'm taking responsibility for my actions." He finished the last wrap around Allen's front and unintentionally slid his fingers across Allen's fine midriff. Allen shivered, and Kanda realized his mistake and quickly ignored it. The innocent boy watched as the other walked across the room and past the window. The moonlight highlighted his well toned body, each individual crevasse of his muscles accented by the gentle light. His concentrated face glistened an enigmatic beauty, making it irresistible to Allen's gaze. He admired the strong tattoo the shown over his left pec. He began to wonder what the rest of Kanda looked like… No! What am I thinking! Kanda is a vial, cruel person. And as far as I'm concerned, I'm straight. But he just looks so… Allen zoned out in his trail of thought. "Oi? Am I too much of a distraction? Stop staring at me."
Allen snapped back to the real world, where he lay vulnerable and alone in Kanda's bed. He blushed a color rose, then stuttered an incomplete sentence.
"Err—no I was just—it was—" Allen gave up after some babbling and turned away.
"Tch, don't turn away again. I've gotta rebandage you." Before Allen could turn over to face him again, Kanda's hand was grasping his waist and revolving him around to face Kanda's legs.
"Uh, thank you Kanda for caring for me, even though it was your fault…" Allen mumbled.
"Yeah, well it was your fault for coming here for sympathy for—" Kanda cut himself off, then hung his head sorrowfully. The two remained silent, anguished by their loss. Kanda completed his task of binding Allen's abdomen, then sat and stared out the window at the pale moon.
"I miss him Kanda. I miss him already…" Allen whispered, tears swelling in his eyes once again.
"Allen," Kanda murmured, rising to his feet and moving towards him. Allen was taken aback by what Kanda called him. Did he call me Allen? NOT Moyashi? He had never heard Kanda use his name before. Kanda sat down on the bed next to him. His weight pushed the mattress down, and Allen found himself rolling towards Kanda's knees. He felt his face get hot at being so close to the man's finely toned legs," I miss him too."
Allen stared in utter disbelief at the strong, independent samurai. Kanda had lifted his head to reveal a small stream of glistening tears descending down his handsome face. Allen wasn't sure how to react to such an unreal happening, so he soothingly slid his hand across the bed and grasped Kanda's in his own. The distressed swordsman glanced at the motion, but paid it no attention and spun his head to face the moon. After what felt like hours to Allen, in this awkward state, Kanda finally spoke.
"I used to see him sometimes—staring at the moon. I think it made him relaxed, like something he never had to try to remember. But no all it does is make me remember. . . .my friend." his grip on the small injured boy's hand tightened, and Allen once again found the shade bright pink creeping upon his cheeks. Why do I feel this way. . . about him? Allen thought to himself. The room once again became silent, and remained silent for the rest of the night.
Allen awoke in an unfamiliar room, something warm rubbing against his side. That's right, I'm in Kanda's room. . . his morning grogginess told him not to lift his head, but he did so anyway. As he moved, he felt something soft slide from his shoulder. There was a flash of blueish-black, an exceptionally loud crash, and then a roar of anger from the fallen body.
"WHAT THE HELL BEANSPROUT?!" bellowed the furious man's voice. He rubbed his head which had hit the ground hard. "
"AH! I'M SORRY KANDA! I DIDN'T MEAN TO—"
". . . It's fine," he replied. "I'm going to go bathe, you should be able to walk by now. Feel free to stay if you want. . . "and with that, he left Allen alone in his plain room, accompanied only by his gorgeous lotus flower.
Well, that was awfully kind of him. . . is he turning a new leaf? I need to eat, I'm starving. . . Allen left the bedroom and roamed the halls until he came across the dining hall. He almost didn't want to be in the place, feeling that only bad news could come in the hall after what had happened yesterday. Allen went and ordered his massive food amount, then hobbled over to his table, making sure not to spill.
I wonder where Kanda is? Did he really cry last night. . . no, he couldn't have. Kanda is too strong and cruel to cry. But the way it looked. . . he really was beautiful. No! What am I thinking! There is NO WAY I am actually attracted to that jerky, pissy, grouchy, smart, gorgeous—NO! Allen shook his head in confusion.
"What's your deal?" The man of Allen's mind sat down across from him once again. He's been so social!
"Err—nothing." Allen smiled his fakest, innocent smile. He was, after all, a master cheat. "How was your shower?"
"Tch, that's all you can think about? Me in the shower—pathetic." Kanda scoffed at the embarrassed young man.
"I'm pathetic?!" Allen retorted, becoming defensive and trying to make his reputation in Kanda's eyes a little more worth thinking of. "You're the one who was cryi—"
Allen was cut off when Kanda whipped his hand across the table with lightening speed, and landed a vicious punch to the side of Allen's poor head. Every surrounding person glanced over at the scene taking place. Tears growing in his icy yet soft eyes.
"Why are you so. . . mean?" Allen whimpered, looking Kanda straight in the eye. Kanda felt his heart skip a beat as the boy looked at him so sadly. Allen stormed off out of the hall, and Kanda sat alone once again, abandoned by the only thing he had left.