Your Deep Blue Eyes
Chapter Three – Déjà vu
"I'm not an invalid," Tiedoll hissed then stumbled on the first porch step, his perception off kilter.
"Right, Tiedoll, I can see that," Kanda said sarcastically helping him up the steps.
Kanda grabbed his father's arm tighter and placed his arm around the man's lower back. Lavi was on the other side of Tiedoll close by if the man needed him even though the older man had ordered him not to touch him.
"And don't you sass me either. It's the pain medication they gave me at the hospital, it makes me loopy, that's all it is," Tiedoll lectured his son, the drugs also made him very irritable.
"Sure, old man."
"I said no sassing me," he snapped. Kanda rolled his eyes at Lavi. Kanda and Lavi had just picked Tiedoll up from the hospital after surgery two days earlier and his father had become a snippy old man overnight.
When Lavi was about to leave the night he told Kanda about tickets for the Crown Clown concert, they had heard a loud crash inside the house and hurried in to see if Tiedoll was alright. His father had bent over to pick up a heavy canvas when pain struck so intensely he dropped it and knocked over his easel when he stumbled into the canvas.
That was it! Kanda had called an ambulance immediately and Tiedoll was taken to the emergency room. It turned out to be an inguinal hernia that had enlarged and was so painful they prepped him for surgery to relieve the discomfort and prevent any serious complications.
The surgery was done late in the evening. When his father woke from being anesthetize he was so tired he ended up falling back to sleep and slept through the night once the doctor established he was fine. They told Kanda to go home and rest. There was no need for him to stay. It was better if he came back in the morning rested. So, that's what he did, he came back the next morning and hoped he could take Tiedoll home.
"Good morning…" Kanda stopped dead in his tracks, a large lump constricted his throat and his stomach dropped into some dark pit as his eyes searched the room for Tiedoll. His bed had been stripped clean of its bedding.
He stumbled backwards into the hallway frantic at the sight of his father's bed and turned without any real thought, other than his father had died sometime during the night and no one had even bothered to call him. It was déjà vu all over again, the same as it had been all those years ago, and fear was back in his stomach. He somehow managed to stagger to the nurse's station without tripping over himself.
"Are you alright, Mr. Kanda?" the nurse asked.
"Me? Hell no…not me…my father…why wasn't I called…" Kanda stumbled over his words anxiously.
"Well, it's not usually routine for us to call the next of kin…" she started before being cut off in mid-sentence.
"Not routine! He's my father for Christ's sake," Kanda shouted and the other nurse's stopped what they were doing concerned if they needed to call security.
"Please, Mr. Kanda, calm down…"
"Calm down! Now you want me to calm down?" Kanda couldn't believe what he had just heard and tried his best to wrap his mind around the fact no one else agreed with him about notifying him about his father's death.
"Your father will be back shortly from x-ray. You may wait for him in his…" interrupted again.
"X-ray? What x-rays…you mean he's not dead?" Kanda wasn't sure which he was more, relieved to hear his father was alive or embarrassed by his public display. He made his apologies to the nurse and she was very understanding. Someone brought him a glass a water, evidently feeling pity for him.
"I'll just wait in his room," Kanda humbly said after his heart had returned to its normal beat and scurried down to his father's room.
True to their words, his father had returned while he made a fool of himself in front of the staff of nurses. The bed was now freshly made up and Tiedoll looked a lot better than he did last night. The nurse finished helping him onto the bed and he winced in pain.
"I'll get you something for that," she cheerfully told Kanda's father. She smiled at Kanda and left the room to no doubt retrieve some pain medication.
"You look better, but you're still in pain," Kanda observed, worried.
"Yes I am, but not severe pain. It seems it's better for the patient to get up and move about as soon as they can, according to my doctor, which happened to be immediately after breakfast." Kanda stayed quiet so Tiedoll would continue.
"Well in walking about I had sharp pains that normally shouldn't happen, so my doctor ordered x-rays just to be safe, something about internal bleeding and ripped stitches and such." Tiedoll tried his best to sound unconcerned, but the man never was any good at hiding his feelings. His son paled.
At that moment the doctor walked into the room and up to the head of Tiedoll's bed and looked over at Tiedoll's son. "I'm sorry, Kanda about the mix-up when you came in earlier," he apologized. Tiedoll had been his patient for years and knew about Kanda's past before coming to the states.
Kanda blushed and replied, "Nothing to apologize for, it was my error."
"What's this about, Kanda?" Tiedoll asked now more concerned about what had happened to his son this morning than himself.
"Nothing, Tiedoll, let's hear what the doctor's findings were," quickly turning the subject back on his father medical condition.
The doctor assured Kanda and Tiedoll as he explained that the stitches were still intact and there was no internal bleeding. Tiedoll sighed in relief and Kanda released the breath he hadn't realize he had been holding. The bad news for Tiedoll was he had to stay another night and if all was well in the morning he would be discharged. For Kanda the hard decision had to be made if he should even go to the concert tomorrow.
"Son, don't even think about not going to that concert. I'll be fine while you go and have some fun," Tiedoll insisted. Kanda opened his mouth to speak and his father interrupted him.
"Not a word, Kanda. You are going," Tiedoll said firmly and Kanda was not going to argue with his father at the hospital.
To dull the pain Tiedoll's doctor ordered medication that would allow his father to rest comfortably. Tiedoll hated the medication they had him on and the doc promised he would only send him home with a bottle of super-duper Tylenol for any pain. Tiedoll was agreeable to the solution. He hated to take anything that made him feel out of sort—now if that wasn't the truth.
So, Kanda came back to the hospital early the next morning with Lavi to take Tiedoll home. They waited around for two hours before his father was finally discharged. Kanda was instructed that it may be four to six weeks before Tiedoll would be able to resume his normal activities, but should be up walking as much as possible. The nurse handed Kanda his father's follow-up appointment.
In the meantime, a new nurse had came on duty and had given Tiedoll another dose of pain medication that had not wore off before they were ready to leave. Hence, Tiedoll physical and mental condition when he came home and tried to walk.
"Maybe I shouldn't leave for the weekend. If I go, Lavi and I would have to stay overnight and not be home until late on Sunday night," Kanda suggested not wanting to miss it. Timothy opened the screen door for Tiedoll to walk inside the house.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's a nineteen hour drive to Dallas, you'll have to leave today," his father snipped.
"Kanda, go, both of you, I'll be fine. The ranch hands are here and anyway maybe Noise wouldn't mind spending the night in the house with me," Tiedoll countered Kanda's suggestion.
"Actually, that's a great idea. I should have thought about him," Kanda exclaimed as he sat Tiedoll down in his recliner.
"He's already agreed," said the voice behind him—Lavi.
"I should have known you would think of something like that ahead of time," Kanda replied and exhaled a sigh of relief. Of course, his best friend would have thought of everything while he was panicking about his father's painful condition.
"Of course, didn't I tell you before you should know I would take care of things? Don't forget, you were thrown a lot of problems, all at once, to deal with the first day you returned from vacation. Kanda, you need to give up some of that habit of controlling everything. Let someone else take care of you for a change," Lavi urged. He could see the stress in his friend's face and body as he stood rigid next to his father's chair.
"Then it's all set. Kanda go pack to leave and have fun at the concert with Lavi. I'll be fine," Tiedoll insisted. Noise Marie came into sight. He had startled them because no one had heard the door open or close, nor heard the man come into the house. As big as the man was, he was quiet as a mouse.
"Oh, hello Noise, thanks for helping out," Tiedoll greeted their house guest.
Noise Marie was a big man, all six-foot seven of him and weighted over two-hundred and forty pounds. He was a few years older than Kanda. He's an Austrian, but had been in this country since a child. The large man had dark-skin and shaved his head which was surprisingly attractive on the guy.
Marie also was blind, but you would never know it by the way the man got around. The strange thing about him was he always wore headphones over his ears, and Kanda wonder if somehow those amplified his sense of hearing—though he had never asked him.
"Now, go pack some things, Kanda," Tiedoll urged his son.
"Alright, if you're sure, Tiedoll…Lavi give me a minute to throw some things in my duffle bag," Kanda conceded and headed to his room, but Lavi didn't wait and was right behind him.
"Kanda," Lavi whispered as they entered his friend's bedroom. "Bring those tight black jeans to wear and your kit, you may get lucky, who knows," Lavi strongly suggested with a chuckle and winked at his friend.
"Oh yeah, and who would this lucky guy be…you?" Kanda teased and Lavi made a face at him. The Asian chuckled as he added what Lavi had suggested into his duffle then they walked back to the living room.
Kanda hugged Tiedoll and listened to the usual things his father always had to say before he went away. Be good and have fun. "Thank you Noise, both Tiedoll and I appreciate you helping out," Kanda nodded to the big guy and they clasped hands on each other arms in some sort of manly thanks.
"I'm always here for you, Kanda," Noise returned with his normal emotionless face, but the guy had a huge heart.
Kanda and Lavi waved good-bye as they disappeared out the door and shut it behind them. They headed for Kanda's truck. The Asian opened the front and back doors of the half-cab on his side and threw his duffle in back, the same as Lavi did before they slammed the doors closed and climbed into the truck cab.
Kanda started the vehicle and backed up. He put the truck in drive, but before taking off down the driveway he picked up the CD he had lain on the seat, opened the case and took out the precious disc putting it into the player.
"This should put us into the mood for the concert," Kanda smirked at his friend who grinned back and turned up the volume.
Kanda pressed down on the accelerator, spun up the driveway and turned onto the main road in the direction that led to Dallas as they both listened to the blaring music of Crown Clown.
Over the last couple of weeks Allen had not been productive in coming up with songs for the band's new album. Tyki's appearance had disturbed him more than he wanted to admit and once again didn't get much sleep last night. There was something different about the way his ex acted, or had he fully awaken to see the rest of the real Tyki? Well, at least he hadn't seen anymore of those damn white orchids since he last left!
Allen hadn't eaten much of his evening meal with the thoughts that still hovered around in his brain about Tyki. "Allen, do you have your things together?" Link asked quietly interrupting Allen's thoughts.
"We need to head over for your inspection of the equipment and sound tests before you dress for the concert," Link continued. Link saw the troubled look on his friend's face that had been there since Tyki's last visit.
"Oh…yes, I'm ready, let's get going," Allen replied absentmindedly and picked up and donned his black mask.
He had been feeling out of sorts all today. Maybe what I need to do is fuck someone, Allen thought and climbed into the limo that had parked in the back of the hotel. The other members were already over at the center. They had been there to check the set up of their own instruments and equipment since late afternoon. The guys had been kind enough to allow Allen to come over later that evening because he had not been feeling well.
When Link and he arrived at the center, Allen made sure his black mask covered his face and the two slipped out of the limo unseen and went in through the back entrance. The white-haired man was thankful that there were not any screaming fans outside the limo and building waiting for him. He was not in the mood for that right now.
Allen stopped off at his dressing room and left his duffle bag with a change of clothes for after the concert. He couldn't wait to see his best friend Lenalee when she came in this evening. They had been friends since college even before she officially became his hairdresser. She had done his hair whenever the band had played in college. She also calmed Allen with her presence and he needed that tonight.
The guys had taken a break and were out having dinner. They would return soon to get ready for the concert, so Link waited outside Allen's dressing room until he was ready to head to the staging. With the other band members not around, Link would not leave his friend alone; one never knew where trouble brewed.
There were at least two dozen people milling around doing their last minute adjustments and tasks, but Allen always came in before any concert and made sure everything was set up properly for safety and to test the sound system for himself.
Allen turned the system on and headed up to his white electric keyboard to make sure it was secure to the platform. Link heard a loud gasp from his friend and quickly turned around to see what had startled him. He looked to were Allen's eyes stared and saw the large vase of white orchid's in front of the keyboard. Allen's knees buckled from beneath him and he dropped to the platform's floor.
"Crown," Link cried out, well trained to use that name in public and his eyes landed on the vase of orchids. "Are you alright?" he asked panting as he rushed to Allen's side. Other's came over to see what had happened, but Link brushed them all out of the way.
"Someone, please get rid of that vase of orchids in front of the keyboard and hand me the damn card," Link ordered loud and strong to get the attention of the people who stood around gawking. Whether it was Link's stern authoritative voice, or the scowl on his face, someone immediately responded and hurried over. She grabbed the vase of orchids and handed Link the card that was left with them.
Link's arm went around Allen's shoulders as they sat together. "The bastard, why won't he just stop, Link? I don't understand," Allen whimpered a shiver shot through his body.
"I don't know Crown, but if he does not stop we need to add more security," Link urgently suggested, his voice angry at Tyki and his menacing ways.
"What does the card say?" Allen asked in an almost whisper, shock still registered on his face.
"Allen, are you sure you want me to read it?" Link asked. It was something Link didn't feel Allen needed to hear at this moment.
"Yes, please read it Link." Link pulled the card from the envelope and scanned it then looked at Allen.
"Read it." Allen restated.
"Allen, I will get my money from you. It's just a matter of time…days, weeks, or months whatever it takes so be prepared—signed with a capital T."
Suddenly, determination overrode Allen's fears and he shot-up off the floor of the staging to his feet. "I'll be damned if I'm going to let Tyki ruin any more of my evening," Allen said sternly. "Link, I have to do my sound check and then I'll get dressed. Lenalee should be here shortly." Allen wanted to get the show going, their last one of their tour than he could rest.
Many of the workers stopped to watch Allen check the props, cables, wires and then his keyboard and microphone. His slight English accented voice carried across the vast space, soft and pure as he spoke. He looked one more time out over the thousands of seats that would be filled tonight. Everything was ready; the guys must be back by now and they'll be opening the doors soon.
"Let's go Link, I need to change," Allen said to his manager and they headed back to his dressing room.
As Allen walked down the hallway to his dressing room a sight for sore eyes appeared like an angel further ahead, Lenalee. Allen could never miss spotting her tall, lithe body that she carried so very well.
The woman couldn't weight more than a hundred-six pounds. Her dark colored hair and eyes complimented a fair complexion and tonight she had her dark, beautiful long hair pulled up at the sides of her lovely face with two glittery clips, the rest of her hair was down and bouncy as she walked. If Allen was into women, he most definitely would have chosen her, but she was more like a sister and was never his lover. Yuk, he couldn't even imagine it.
Link waved to her as Allen did then opened his dressing room door and she scurried in before them. She was always quick like a bunny; Allen smiled at his analogy of his friend. Clunk went her case of supplies that she dropped to the floor and grabbed Allen into a tight hug.
"It's so good to see you," she huffed full of excitement.
"It's good to see you again too, but it has only been a couple of weeks since our last concert," Allen laughed whole-heartedly. She had that effect on him—her presences always brighten his world and made him laugh.
"Crown, I'll be back. I want to check on the security and make sure they are in place since Cross couldn't be here tonight," Link explained and closed the dressing room door.
"Allen you get changed and I'll get my supplies out while you tell me what's troubling you," Lenalee offered. The woman had to have some sort radar when it came to Allen being distraught.
"Yes, of course you would notice right off, Lenalee," Allen chuckled. "Okay, but remember, you asked for it." Allen told Lenalee about Tyki's visit and his threats as he got dressed.
Allen continued on when he came out and sat down in front of the mirror for Lenalee to style his hair.
"Allen, there has to be some way to get that guy out of your life once and for all," Lenalee insisted frustrated with the man's actions.
"I never trusted the man and more so now." Tyki has only caused pain in Allen's life more than happiness.
"I need to get away, Lenalee. Some place where no one knows where I am or who I am. The peace and quiet might help me to kick start my brain for the new songs I need to write. Tyki's dragging me down and I don't know what to do about it other than that." Allen sounded defeated and Lenalee did not like to hear that tone in her friend's voice.
"My advice, talk to Cross about this, I'm sure he could come up with something. He's a very clever man and he must see what you are going through," Lenalee advised and gave Allen a kiss on the cheek before she assisted in putting Allen's white Crown Clown mask on and fixed the hair around it. Allen looked striking and if her friend hadn't been gay maybe they would have had a relationship instead of Tyki.
"Yeah, you're right. I need to let him know what's been happening…"
A light rap on his dressing room door stopped him from finishing. "Yes?" Allen asked. "Come in."
The door open and Link scooted into the dressing room. "It's time, Allen. Are you alright?" Link inquired worried and checked him out head to toes. Wow, he'll knock them dead tonight.
"I'm fine now, Link. Lenalee always has a way to lift my spirits and you know I'm always hyper when I'm about to play my music," Allen replied happily and looked one last time at his mask and outfit to make sure it was properly in place.
"That's my boy," Link said with a wide smile across his beautiful face. Allen left the dressing room with Link and Lenalee right behind him. He was going to rock the house tonight!
Meanwhile, Lavi and Kanda found their seats three rows back from the front. "Shit Lavi, how'd you manage to afford tickets in front?" Kanda asked awed by his friend's ability to pull these things off. He was so excited that he would be able to see his favorite band member up close.
They had gotten there early and waited over two hours for people to be seated. In the back of the huge place was a crowd of people standing. That was where Lavi and he would usual be, but not tonight. They had dynamite seats for this show, something of a dream come true for Kanda.
"Anything for my best friend…I got them from a rich friend who couldn't come tonight with his partner so I got them very reasonable," Lavi winked, happy to see a smile back on that beautiful face of his friend's.
The lights dimmed and white spotlights landed on the stage. Then as the band members walked out on the stage the spotlights hit each of them while they played their opening number and moved to stand in front of their microphones. The music was loud and blared while the crowd shouted, whistled and clapped to the electrifying rhythm of the music that ignited the whole place.
Colored spotlights moved quickly all around the stage floor, mirrored dance balls dropped from the ceiling that sparkled and glittered throughout the concert hall and stage. A dramatic pause in the music…then poof! Large, wide billows of white-smoke clouds burst from floor to ceiling and the music started up again. As the white clouds cleared it revealed Allen on a platform, in his theatrical costume that sparkled and shone in all his glory from up above, being lowered slowly, but steadily to the stage floor.
Tonight his cowl cape was draped on his shoulders and twinkled like fresh snow glittered in sunlight, wondrous in his entirety. His white masquerade mask had black scrolled designs that also sparkled. Everyone was drawn to the Crown's presence that demanded attention.
Kanda's breathe caught in his throat at the spectacular sight of the Crown Clown. The crowd's cheers roared louder than before, thunderous foot stomping, loud whistles shrilled in the excitement. Cries crackled and screams of joy were ear-piercing from Allen's dramatic entrance. Kanda had never seen such an eye-catching, breath-taking entrance.
Before the platform had firmly landed on the stage, Allen jumped off, waved to the audience as he skipped up to his keyboard. There was another dramatic pause in the music as he stood before the shiny white keyboard, his hand posed above the glossy white keys then stuck the first cord. His slim fingers rapidly raced up and down the ivory and brought the song into full mode as the band joined in with him.
Allen's fiery piano playing rocked the hall along with his powerful voice and his beautiful lithe body as it swayed to the rhythm, caught up in the music that flowed through his body and the blare of their music absorbed into the crowd.
Quickly he moved out from behind his keyboard to the end of the platform and with a snap, he whipped his cape off, dropped it to the floor dramatically and skipped down the stage clapping his hands, his mic between his hands then stopped and belted out his next song.
Kanda watched the mysterious man of his wet dreams skip and dance gracefully across the stage and moved his incredible lithe body in that tightly fitted black leather jumpsuit zipped down to his naval with only his left arm encased in leather the other bare.
Kanda watched the Crown totally engulfed in his passion for music and the Crown's powerful presence before him turned him on to the point his cock throbbed for the man. Holy shit, Kanda thought he would erupt right there in his pants.
Their last song Allen sang solo with only the accompaniment of his keyboard. His soft, velvety-tenor voice struck the hearts of every fan and brought the room to almost full silence. The heart-felt ache from the man's heart about being alone, searching for that one special person to be his, someone who would love him for who he was and he could love that person back, left not a dry eye in the audience.
Kanda was caught up with the melody and the passion behind the Crown's words he sang—it hit home for Kanda wetting his eyes. It was as if the Crown was his soul mate and reached out only to him…hell, he didn't even know the guy, but that was how it felt. At the Crown's soft ending, he lowered his head in humbleness, and left the audience silence in his wake as the light dimmed to darkness.
The silence only lasted a couple of moments before the crowd burst and roared their approval, the house lights came back on with a standing ovation for Allen and the band. Allen had been lost in the song and his own heart ached at the moment, but he quickly brought himself back to the present and bowed with the band, waving as he exited the stage.
Backstage people patted the band members and Allen on the shoulders, congratulating the group for an astonishing great concert. They all mumbled their thanks on the way to their dressing rooms. The concert had been a magnificent success and the tour was over—time to celebrate.
At his door he hugged the guys, promising them that he was working on the songs for their next album and would send each of them a copy to look over and for them to send back their suggestion. The guys planned to go to a strip club to celebrate, but Allen bowed out, not his cup of tea. Link squeezed his way through the crowd and finally made it to Allen and Allen jumped into his arms and gave him a huge hug and a smooch on the cheek. The guys laughed at Allen's exhilarated emotions and actions. The man was intoxicated from the music.
Link gave the rest of his friend's hugs then they departed to their dressing rooms to change. They were going to party tonight. Allen called out to his friends to have a great time and that they would all meet up tomorrow morning in his hotel room. The Crown, Allen, still had his mask on as he turned back to his dressing room door. Allen had to leave the mask on so no one would know who he was even though his uncle now approved of his music. Probably he accepted it because he was making a preposterous amount of money.
Link opened the dressing room door and went inside, Allen followed. The first thing Allen noticed were the big bouquet of multiple-colored roses in a glass vase on the make-up table which Cross always sends him after a concert. His uncle never sent anything unless he was there in person which was always sometime after his concerts.
"I'll move them over on the table, Allen," Link stated and picked up the large vase with roses to move them. Allen pulled off his mask and tossed it on the settee. He was about to sit down when he saw the large bouquet of white orchids wrapped in linen paper tied with a lavender ribbon lying on the seat of his chair. He gasped and grabbed the edge of the make-up table to steady himself.
Link had just sat the vase of roses down and looked over at Allen. "Shit! How the hell did that man get those in here?" Link flared instantly enraged. "I gave strict orders to everyone, if any came to throw them away," Link growled and picked up the damn bouquet and threw it into the trash can.
"I can't take much more of this, Link. I'm calling Cross to talk with him for advice," Allen's voice quivered, his body shook as he carefully sat himself down in the chair.
"Okay, finally, you should have done it weeks ago," Link agreed and crossed his arms over his chest and gave Allen a scowl.
Allen laughed at the imitation of his guardian and found his phone. He looked down at the orchids in the trash can and quickly averted his eyes. "Link, would you mind getting rid of those damn things," Allen asked. He didn't want to look at them.
"Of course Allen, I'll throw them away, you call Cross," Link replied and took the bouquet. Allen covered his face in case someone saw him when Link opened the door and left.
Once Link was gone, Allen locked the door and hit the speed dial number on his phone for Cross. It rang three times before his guardian picked up. "Well, kid, how'd your last night go?" Cross answered cheerfully, probably because he was going to get laid or already had.
"Total success, roaring crowd and thank you for the roses. Cross, I have a problem I would like your advice on," Allen stated then told Cross the whole story from the beginning that he'd never told his guardian before.
"That bastard! You never told me he forced himself on you. All that time I thought you wanted to be with the moron," Cross growled.
"Please, Cross…"
"Alright, I'll calm down, but he shouldn't prevent you now from going out and having fun, Allen," he groused and Allen could only imagine the scowl on his guardian's face and smirked.
"Anyway, let me finish." Allen told Cross the rest and his desires to escape to someplace no one knew him.
"I have some thoughts about that; I just have to ask around. So, your writing is not coming along either. Allen, hang in there for a few more days and see what I come up with. I'll get back to you. I have to go if you're alright," he said confidently.
"Hot date?"
"Something like that," he replied.
"I'll be fine, Cross. I feel better after talking with you." Allen meant what he said, he did feel better.
"Take care of yourself Allen, and go out and party tonight or get laid!" his guardian chuckled and ended the call.
Strange, but Allen could always count on Cross since he has even been an adult. He'll come up with something. Hell, Cross is right, Tyki shouldn't control where I want to go. Damnit, I need to burn off this excess energy I always get after a concert. Allen's thoughts were interrupted by a rap on the door. It was Link. Allen unlocked the door so he could come in and stepped away to cover his face and headed behind the screen to change.
"Everything go okay with Cross?" Link asked. Allen was quickly getting out of his outfit and went into the small bathroom for a quick shower.
"Yes, fine, maybe more than fine," Allen called out over the running water.
"Link, I have to get out tonight. I need to dance and hear the music in my body to burn up this energy. What's the best gay bar in this city?" Allen asked and he toweled himself dry, wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked out and grabbed his duffle bag for his clean clothes.
"I thought you might ask. You usually do go dancing after a concert. There's a new bar that opened, has the music you like to dance to. It's called "SteedsMen"," Linked answered, knowing what his friend would say next.
"Link, you and I are going out tonight to the bar and maybe I could get lucky," Allen said dreamily.
"Except you're very picky about your lover's, there may not be anyone that interests you," he countered in jest.
"I'll cross that bridge when I have to, and of course there's always you," Allen said cheerfully and winked at his friend. Link groaned…this could be a very long night.
To be continued…
A/N: It's the third chapter into the story and I hope you still find it's worth sticking out for a few more. It looks like Allen might be on the prowl next time as well as Kanda. Let's see if they meet and hit it off. Oh, and sorry about the page break between the two characters.
