Allen felt himself drifting off to sleep, when the door to his room slammed open, making the boy nearly fall off the bed in shock.

"I'm being forced to do this. So if I'm too rough with you. Blame Lenalee."

Allen dived under the covers, curling into a ball. Nope! He was not going to deal with this right now…

Kanda tore the covers off of Allen's bed."No hiding! You're going TO FUCKING TALK TO ME."

Allen just hid his face in a pillow in silent protest, refusing to answer the beyond pissed man.

"ANSWER ME FOR GOD'S SAKE."

Allen just hid his face in the pillow further, shivering slightly in his nightwear.

"Why won't you fucking answer me you Baka Moyashi. Do you want me to hurt you? Because I will."

The whitette cautiously shook his head to disagree.

"Then answer me. It's simple as fuck. Just FUCKING TALK TO ME!"

Allen threw the pillow, hard, in Kanda's general direction. "THEN AT LEAST CLOSE THE BLOODY DOOR." Allen shouted, his voice gravely and horse from not being used for a very long time.

Kanda caught the pillow and glared at the boy for approximately a minute. He then silently strode over and closed the door. Turning back to him, Kanda finally noticed the condition that the moyashi was in. His white hair was messed up, and his silver eyes were puffy from... what Kanda assumed to be crying. His nightshirt was unbuttoned slightly and hanging off his right shoulder.

"You look like shit."

Allen snorted, as if that wasn't obvious.

"Are you going to be quiet again?"

Allen sighed. "I guess not…"

"What was the point to begin with? Like freaking seriously. You made us all worry. Ya damn idiot." Kanda sat on the bed, a noncommittal look on his face.

"You were worrying about me?"

"Fuck you."

"You said 'we' Kanda. Don't act as if you aren't apart of this."

"Shut the fuck up Moyashi and get to explaining."

"Hostile much?"Allen muttered.

"Moyashi…" Kanda growled.

"Fine! I'll get on with it!"

"Fucking took you long enough."

"Now if you would stop interrupting me, that would be nice."

"Fine."

"Fine!" Allen paused, waiting for some snappy comeback, and when he got none, he continued speaking. "Neah left me with a lot to think about."

Kanda stayed silent, waiting for Allen to continue. When he didn't, Kanda growled in annoyance. "Is that it?"

"Yep."

"You haven't talked for months. Because NEAH LEFT YOU STUFF TO THINK ABOUT?!"

"Pretty much."

"You're bullshitting me."

"I'm not."

"…"

"Is it that underwhelming?"

Kanda thought for a moment, closing his eyes, and then opening them along with asking a question. "What in this world could he have left you to make you like that?"

"That's… I suppose my statement earlier was more general but… "

"But what?"

"I've had a lot of… questioning to do myself. If that's the best way to put it."

"You're being vague. Annoyingly fucking vague."

"Why are you so interested anyway?" Allen blinked. "Why am I even telling you this?"

"I don't have to answer that."

"Then I don't have to tell you anything."

Allen let that sit in the air for a moment. He almost hoped Kanda would leave, and he could go back to being silent. It was surprisingly easier that way.

Kanda on the other hand, was mentally panicking. What should he say? What could he say? Not that he cared what the Moyashi answered with but… god. He did care. This was becoming a problem.

"Kanda?" Allen asked after the silence stretched to an uncomfortable length.

"I'm interested in you."

Allen nearly choked. "What?!"

"Okay. That came out wrong. I mean that you interest me."

"Not helping." Allen coughed.

"You're just taking this the wrong fucking way!"

"I'm only reacting to what you said!"

"And how is what I said even remotely shocking?!"

"Because you're you! You don't say stuff like that! Definitely not to me! You're supposed to hate me remember?"

"Who ever said I hated you Moyashi?!"

"I don't know! Maybe the fact that you've decided to insult me at every turn, and never give me any bloody respect?!"

"That doesn't mean that I hate you."

"Then what does it bloody mean?!"

"This." Kanda, on instinct, because hell, he would never consciously think to do this, roughly pressed his lips against Allen's, muffling the startled shout from his mouth.

He broke away after a while, Allen panting heavily.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"Do you fucking listen?! I. Like. You. It couldn't be more fucking obvious!"

"Well maybe just bloody kissing someone out of nowhere isn't enough to say that!"

"God. Do I have to explain-" Kanda was cut off by a loud knock on the door.

Kanda growled and got up, nearly slamming open the wooden door. "What?!" He shouted angrily at a startled redhead.

"Well I was wondering-"

"Wondering what? Get a fucking move on."

"-if Allen was okay?" Lavi finished, trying to glance around the slightly shorter man.

"Go away."

"But Yuu-chan-"

"Don't you dare fucking use my first name. Now go the fuck away, or, " Kanda unsheathed Mugen, "Do you want me to cut you open?"

"Bye Yuu!" Lavi shouted quickly, already running away. "Hope you help Allen!"

Kanda slammed the door closed.

Okay. So I'm really proud of this chapter. For one reason. I included that Kanda was shorter than Lavi. Look it up. And prepare to laugh. Because it's fucking true and it's amazing~ I also feel like I should make a habit out of abusing Lavi. Love him but, it's fun to put him in near "Death by Kanda" situations. Anyway, I should have the next chapter up sometime this weekend... if I can muster up the courage to write it. I've kind of wrote like three chapters after the next one, but not the next one. Because it's a lemon. And I literally have no idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and wish me luck!