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"Kanda…What's love?"
The Asian was lying in his right side, while his left arm was acting as a pillow for the younger. His right arm was cradling the British boy, who looked up at Kanda with curious, gray eyes.
Kanda sighed as he pressed his lips onto Allen's forehead. "I don't know. Something that feels good throughout your body? Don't ask me such stupid questions, Stupid Moyashi."
The white haired boy furrowed his eyebrows. The answer wasn't good enough for him. He sat up, and stared into Kanda's eyes.
"I want a better explanation. What. Is. Love?" he asked as he formed each word with care. He narrowed his eyes, waiting. Why couldn't Kanda understand? Allen just wanted a simple answer for his questioning mind.
Love was something that Allen experienced once, and that was towards Mana. After he died, though, he lonely child wasn't sure if he could love anyone again, for the thought of his loved one leaving him alone again frightened him. When he met Kanda, they were cold towards each other, and were constantly fighting. Yet after their first mission together back in Mateel, the white haired boy simply liked the raven-haired boy. He showed him a gentler side of him that no one has seen. And gradually, the "like" grew to perhaps…love.
But Allen knew that there were different types of love: the love for your parents, siblings, friends, animals, nature, objects, and food. Not only were there categories, but various meanings for the many kinds of love. And the "love" he felt for his foster father and Kanda were surely different.
Kanda scowled. He glared at his companion for a good minute, not wanting to give an answer. Then, he sighed and grabbed Allen's arm, pulling the boy to his chest.
The sudden movement shocked him, as his porcelain skin turn scarlet red. "K-Kanda? What are you doin—"
"Shut up, and listen," snapped the samurai. He pressed Allen's head into his chest with one hand, and the other caressing his cheek with callused fingers.
Silence filled the room. The rising sun's rays slowly brightened the dark and cold dorm room. The warming light began to shine on the couple's skin, and Allen could hear it. The faint, yet strident beat. The drum within was beating irregular rhythms, but it was sweet and smooth in Allen's ears, like a lullaby.
Allen's Lullaby.
"Che." Kanda avoided Allen's eyes at all cost, embarrassed. Kanda was the never the type to say, "I love you," least explaining what love was. Yet he was good at expressing feelings through simple or complex gestures or face expression, which were usually the case.
"Does this answer your question?"
Allen smiled to himself. He kissed Kanda's chest where the heart lied. His lips trailed its way up his lover's neck, and stopped next to his lips.
"Yes, it does. I love you, too." The British boy kissed the Asian's lips with the softest pressure.
The contact sent surges of delight though Kanda's body, making him want to do Allen all over again.
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Author's Note;; A little filler to those who want Yullen, since Kanda & Lavi were doing their own thing in the last chapter. Next chapter should be up within a week or so ! Please review.
