Kanda's POV
He wasn't training at all. And he sure as hell wasn't stalking either.
But when he saw that Allen was struggling with that stray, he felt that he should step in to help the younger boy who had managed to capture his attention since Day One.
And that, by itself, was already an amazing feat no one had ever achieved.
Kanda Yuu was not a person who would be attached to anything, besides his precious Mugen, or anybody at all.
Why should this boy be any different?
Kanda himself couldn't understand it at all.
Ever since the day Allen had moved in with Mana across the street, Kanda had seen how happy-go-lucky the young boy was.
And it irked him to no end.
But what irritated him more was that how badly his attention span was so easily affected by that certain male, that all his hard work he had put into training his mind through meditation throughout the years had been effectively rendered to NIL in just a few short days.
This was the absolute worst.
To say the least, the boy was intriguing.
To say the most, the boy was downright annoying as hell.
How had this guy managed to capture Kanda's attention was completely beyond him.
He had just felt a certain attraction towards the male, like something was pulling him to want to know more about him, to want to feel him on his fingertips.
Kanda knew this wasn't natural.
Hell, he didn't even know if he was more interested in guys or girls since he hadn't really thought about it, what with being totally anti-social and not wanting to come into any human contact at all.
But honestly, Kanda was too busy having an internal debate with himself for caring about that damned Moyashi rather then focus on the more important things at hand, like training and trying to avoid his overly-happy adopted family.
So when Kanda kindly offered to help the Moyashi up, of course he ended up very pissed off since the boy refused to take hold of his hand. What pissed him off even more was the fact that Kanda was so hopeful of being able to touch the younger male, even if just for an instant.
Ok. When the hell had he become so touch-feely?
But all in all, his heart was doing little leaps at being able to talk to the younger male. He looked even more angelic up close. Pale skin glowed under the soft hue of the streetlights, almost blending in with the falling snow.
Even though it was kind of a weird start, it was still somewhat progress since Kanda was able to talk a little with Allen. However, the "talks" were mostly snide remarks directed at Allen's height before escalating into full fledge fights. But then again, at least they were both able to act naturally around each other.
That, itself, was progress.
When Allen had showed Kanda his arm that night, the Japanese was anything but surprised.
Why?
Well, obviously the boy had something to hide while wearing long sleeves in the heat of the summer days. The self-consciousness of constantly wanting to cover up every part of his body left Allen awfully pale. At first, Kanda had wondered if the boy was suffering from malnutrition but then mentally smacked himself for worrying about someone whom he didn't even know, yet.
The raven-haired Japanese had never felt so humiliated in his entire life.
Why were all these feelings bubbling up inside of him?
What happened to his usual calm and composed self?
How did this even happen in the first place?
If anything else, Kanda blamed the fact that most of Allen's smiles towards others, besides Mana, were all so fake that they could be easily seen through and yet none of the people who were graced with those same smiles even noticed anything amiss.
In many ways, there were alike.
Yet in many other ways, they were different.
Maybe that was what that drew Kanda to Allen. Like an attractive force of a magnet where both were of polar opposites.
Kanda wanted to run his hands through those brown locks, feel the softness of his skin on his fingertips with every touch, every caress, and every kiss that they will share in the times to come.
Not only was Allen pale, he also felt cold easily.
Well, being nothing but skins and bones, it was pretty obvious.
But nonetheless, even though Allen's fingers were always cold, they felt so warm when Kanda held them in a tight grip.
Always watching you from afar,
Always wanting to feel you on my fingertips.
You were the only one who was able to invoke these feelings within me,
And I'll grab hold onto them, never letting them go,
Just like how I'll never let you go.
A/N: OK. This felt more like a drabble then anything else. But I needed to include Kanda's POV in this so I figured Fingertips was the best theme to do it (:
