im sorry its taking so long...
i missed half the day of school today...
coz i had rashes all over my face...
TT^TT
but ive got another chapter here and thats what matters...
DGM (c) Katsura Hoshino
Slowly and surely, the large iron gates began to swing close as the bell chimed for the fifth time that day. Allen and Lenalee had just barely made it in, breathing heavily.
"What the heck was that for! We could have just left the gates to close!" Allen was furious about the fact that he actually got it. He dreaded every minute that was going to pass, he'd never make it out alive.
"Only an idiot like you would not want to get in." she glanced at the people who were unfortunate enough to be left outside, clinging to the gates like homeless dogs. Allen felt the rope-burn on his wrists and legs, he would have been happy to swap places with any of them, even if he had to break his arm or get bashed up.
"Attention all students! Attention all students."
The murmur of excitement gradually died down, all faces turning to stare at a woman with her face caked with make-up, the organizer of this event.
"Ho-hum, you can all hear me right? " a couple of people nodded, the rest stayed silent. Looking a little full of herself, she began a twenty minute speech on the history of the building and the way the party worked."
Allen glanced around for an escape route, the droning monotone of a voice echoing ceaselessly, but because of his height, all the people around him were like a wall of colored paper. He shoved around a bit before realising Lenalee was elbowing him in the ribs, a couple of people were staring at him. The lady's last sentence hit Allen's ears like a bomb, "All of you must dance, this is being assessed and the teachers will be marking your performance."
"WHAT THE *%#!" Allen thought that it was a party, not an assessed piece of crap. The first thing that came into his mind was 'run'. He didn't care what anyone else thought, all he had to do was run, run from this sick and twisted world, from Lenalee and the assessment.
He took off when the music began, up the steps of the temple and into the shadows.
Kanda crossed his arms over his chest, which felt like a whole plate of iron was stuck to it. He hated what he looked like, he hated the stupid mask that made him all sweaty and the shoulder pads on his jacket that made him look fifty times bulkier.
He wanted to leave.
"Oh come on Yuu-chan~ you look great! Just like a real prince!" Lavi attempted to comfort the irritated teen, but only succeeded in getting one of his spider costume's arms torn off, "Hey! Hey! Careful! I spent two hours on this! " the red-head whined persistently. Kanda could rip the spider apart before him in seconds, not that it looked like a spider anyway, it looked a little like stuffed stockings that had been roughly sewn together (which was exactly what it was).
Kanda got even more annoyed while the woman that looked like a clown began her meaningless ramble. He knew he could just punch the lights out of her and send her back to the freak show she came from.
He listened for five minutes, every second caused his blood to boil. He really couldn't stand it.
"*%#$ this." Kanda muttered, trying to keep his calm, adjusting his mask on his face again. He walked off briskly around the edge of the crowd and past the cherry blossoms that were open in full bloom, bathed in golden sunlight. He slid around to the back of the temple where there was a large clearing, away from all the noise. A small pond filled with clear water gurgled as a fish fountain spat water onto the rippled surface.
Kanda sat at the edge of the pond fingering the water in circles before splashing his face with it. Sparkling drop fell from his hair onto his clothes, shimmering as it did so.
"This is so pointless." He stated to no one but himself. He wanted some one to hear him, but then again, he'd sound like an idiot.
But at least some one would listen.
Allen heard wild cheers echoing out as the party commenced. He wasn't even a little bit relived, every part of his body was tensed up. It was a little dark in the temple but the sound of the orchestra was carried around, loud and clear.
He looked around while promising himself that he would never run in heels ever again. He slipped them off and kept them in one hand while wondering around the darkened space. A hole in the ceiling allowed slivers of white light to squeeze in, illuminating a circular section of the chequered marble floor, with caution, Allen stood at the edge. The boy stared at the dust particles that streamed down from the ceiling in awe, watching them as they swivelled around in the air is if some magical current were carrying them. Amazed, he stepped into the light, attempting to catch the creatures, missing.
A click interrupted Allen's silence, the clicking of steel capped boots echoed throughout the temple, every step coming closer, louder.