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"Oh come on!"
Fists slammed on the desk around his laptop, his head of white hair hanging in dismay. Sighing deeply, Allen moved his elbows to touch the table, his fingers digging through his fine strands as he groaned.
The young man had been confined to the house for a thankfully peaceful week; his encounter with the surly and snapping next door neighbour leading to nothing, Kanda barely even looking towards the house let alone visiting the younger. Unfortunately, this left Allen with nothing to do but stare at his computer screen and try in frustration and in vain to decipher the internet password.
"Problem?"
Allen nearly had a heart attack as he turned to look at the young man leaning in the open window, the long hair slipped over his shoulder, the cobalt eyes piercing and the knowing smirk on his lips irritating.
"What the hell are you doing?" the younger asked, his eyes wide as the strong body slipped inside the room, his booted feet hitting the wooden floor with an elegance Allen could only hope to achieve, his body moving over to him, "and whyare you here?"
"My mother won't look for me here," Kanda informed him smartly, "so what's got your black lace panties in a twist?"
"Oh, you know you want to see them," Allen snapped back, "we could compare undies, or even colour co-ordinate!"
"I doubt my boxers match your thong," the elder sneered, his body moving over to the kitchen counter, "so, why so pissed off?"
The silver eyes looked towards the inquisitive cobalt eyes before he sighed deeply.
"It's this stupid internet," Allen grumbled as he turned back to his computer, "they gave me the password but their accent is so damn thick I can't get it," his head hit the table, "rrg… this is so frustrating!"
"Their password is DonVitoCorleone."
The younger looked up at the elder in confusion, his eyebrow raised while Kanda shrugged
"The 'd', 'v', and 'c' are capitalized."
"… what?"
"That's their password," Kanda informed him, "though I have no idea why it is the way it is, probably an uncle or something."
"Um… thanks," Allen mumbled as he typed on the keys, his lips pulling into a smile as his internet came alive, "finally!" his eyes turned to the elder once more, "wait… how did you know about the password?"
"It's simple when your brain is bigger than an insect's," Kanda commented smartly, the silver eyes glaring up at the elder, the young Japanese man standing tall and smug, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Whatever…" the younger mumbled as he started searching through his e-mails, his lips smirking as he skimmed over several of Lavi's please reply if your alive!, all of which were promptly deleted.
"Shouldn't you read those?"
Allen turned to look over at the other young man over his shoulder, Kanda watching with curiosity over the chair.
"Shouldn't you respect my privacy?" the younger shot back.
"Just curious to see who'd wanna be your friend," Kanda murmured almost cruelly, Allen refusing to give him the satisfaction of a victory.
"Least I have 'em," the younger muttered under his breath as he continued to work on the computer, "besides, since Lavi ditched me and landed my ass with you, I think he deserves to sit and stew awhile."
"Well aren't you just sugary sweet," the other grumbled.
"I do what I can," Allen grinned, "but compared to you I'm liquid honey."
"That figures," Kanda smirked, "I hate sweets."
"Shocker," the younger muttered sarcastically.
"Thank you, Capitan Obvious…"
"So how do youknow their password?"
"My parents censor everything save for research sites," Kanda explained dully, "so I steal this one. They've got unlimited, so it's not like they care."
"Oh, I see," Allen practically purred, his lips pulled into a satisfied smirk, "you're just a horny little boy that wants his porn."
Dark eyebrows knitted in a furrow, his form imposing and glaring.
"One, I'm older than you. Two, I'm taller than you. Three, I only want the net so I can chat with my friends!"
"But you don't have friends!" the younger pointed out smartly, his voice a mimicry of Kanda's, "you have ass-kissers that want you for your money."
"Still better company than my parents," Kanda retorted, his eyebrow raised as he watched the younger type out response e-mails to various professors. "You're in university!?"
Allen turned to the surprised remark, his one eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Cause you look like you belong in a middle school," Kanda commented.
"I'm only going into second year," the younger bristled from his usual peeve of being called a boy, "I'm not that much younger than you!"
"You couldn't tell by the looks of it-"
"O-kay! Can we stop with the name calling!?"
"Aww… did I hurt your widdle feelings," the elder crooned, his smirk growing at the younger's defiance, "grow up princess, don't take everything to heart."
"Then don't be so cruel," Allen retorted, "seriously, do you need to be a dick?"
"Only every now and then," Kanda shrugged, "I think I'm entitled too."
"Wow… acting like you know everything and you don't even know the meaning of their password," the younger muttered as he signed out of his e-mail.
"So? At least I know the important things," the elder turned his nose up and away from the younger with a soft 'Che. "… so, mind telling me what the password means?"
"He's the main character of The Godfather," Allen explained with a cheeky grin on his lips, "how do you not know that?"
"The Godfather?"
The elder felt confusion mask his face at the sight of the incredulous face.
"Wait… are you telling me you've never seen The Godfather?"
Kanda's eyebrow rose, "what's The Godfather?"
"You're kidding me," Allen asked incredulously, "it's a classic mob movie! A staple in modern cinema!"
"Well that explains it," the Japanese grumbled, "I hate movies."
"Let me guess," the younger grinned, "you prefer episodes of Nova Science Now."
"I prefer books," Kanda emphasized, "you know, those things that need a brain to read?"
"Yeah, I like 'em too," Allen shrugged, "but how can you hate movies?"
"Easy, they're loud, they're bad, and they're cheesy."
"Then you've been watching the wrong movies," the younger informed him smartly.
"Because I don't have better things to do with my time," the other muttered sarcastically.
"Such as…"
"Anything," Kanda snapped as he shrugged, "why would I waste my time with something I hate unless the alternatives are worse?"
"So, let me see… you hate movies, candy, people, me," the younger listed off his fingers, "is there anything else you hate or should I just narrow it down to everything?"
Cobalt eyes narrowed at the younger, his face set in his scowl.
"Well aren't you just a funny little clown," Kanda snapped, "I don't hate everything, just annoying things."
"But if everything annoys you, then you do hate everything-"
"You forgot to mention smartasses," the elder growled.
"Which means you doubly hate me?"
Allen held in his giggles at the sight of the angered face, the cobalt eyes narrowing dangerously as the muscle in his jaw twitched.
"Well, if you're so irritated with my company, you don't need to be in it," the younger pointed out, "I'd find the air much more pleasant without you."
"And yet you've only been in my company twice, both of which have been under an hour's time-"
"A short amount of time I will sorely miss," Allen murmured with his hand over his heart while Kanda bristled further.
"A short amount of time that you should consider an honour," Kanda retorted, "I'm actually choosing to waste my time here!"
"I'd be willing to bet you'd waste your time here even if I wasn't here…"
"What do you mean?"
"Simple," Allen grinned, "I've been wondering for a while now as to just what possessed you to look at the house. And then it hit me; you were checking to make sure the coast was clear."
Kanda's eyebrows rose as he lounged against the countertop.
"You know their password, how to get into the house, probably even know where the key is-"
"It's like you said," Kanda interrupted him, "they rarely spend time here, it's a great place to hide away from. I tell my mother I'm spending time at a friend's, give them this number to call, and I get a free weekend away," his lips curled up into a smirk, "and it can still work…"
"How?" Allen asked, "I'm not exactly going to cover your ass-"
"Oh yes you are," the elder informed him, "unless you want me to rat you out for being a peeping Tom to every one of the neighbours, including these homeowners, you'll do what I ask!"
"I am not your bitch!" the younger snapped, "and you don't own me!"
"I've given you the internet password-"
"Oh well then," Allen interrupted sarcastically, "would you like a medal, or a chest to pin it on?"
"And I'm keeping your dirty little secret," Kanda retorted, "so unless you want the entire neighbourhood to know about your endeavours and the reason for you being here-"
"You can't be that cruel-"
"Can, will, am," the elder loomed over him, "so, it's your choice; pay more debts cheating or becoming a secretary in a gorgeous summer home."
Allen jaw tightened at how quickly the light mood had become twisted by a sour-faced young man that decided to waltz through the house like he owned every scrap of it.
Both sets of eyes turned to the sound of the ringing phone, Kanda's glower morphing into a smirk.
"Looks like you're on deck," Kanda informed him promptly as he moved over to the phone, "my mother's always on time… hello mother..."
Allen sat fuming as he listened to the curt conversation the elder had with his parent, his skin bristling at the idea of being a rich boy's plaything.
"Yes mother I'm fine," the Japanese sounded bored, "actually, interesting story; Shiro's mother's sister is visiting at the house this summer, so I'm spending time with his cousin," his lips pulled into a smirk as he glanced over to the younger, "care to speak to him?"
Muscles in Allen's jaw twitched as he begrudgingly accepted the phone.
"Hello Mrs. Kanda-"
"Yuu!?" the younger pulled the phone from his ear, his eyes squeezing shut as he winced, "Yuu, Yuu if this is another one of your stunts I'm going to be simply furious!"
"Uh… n-no ma'am," Allen stammered, "m-my name's… Hiro…"
"Hiro!?" the shrill voice cut in while Kanda shot the younger a disapproving glare while Allen mouthed 'I'm sorry'. "Hiro is a terrible name for a cousin of Shiro. Yuu, I'm not amused-"
"But I assure you ma'am, I really am Hiro's cousin," the younger tried to assure her, his silver eyes pleading for help while Kanda sighed, his hands reaching for his phone as he typed out the biography of the invented boy.
"That's hardly convincing! When's his birthday?"
"Um… M-May tenth," Allen read from the phone Kanda handed him while the woman on the other end huffed.
"And his favorite colour?"
"Orange-"
"Favorite food?"
"Ramen-"
"Favorite-"
"Is this really necessary?" the younger finally snapped, Kanda looking up at the younger in a mixture of shock and horror, "why would anyone say they're someone else for no good reason!?"
"Because for some reason Yuu wants to be as far away as possible from me-"
"But he can't sound like this for this long, can he?" Allen pointed out, "besides, I'm sure he'd have yelled at you by now."
The younger wished desperately for a camera, simply for the ability to capture the look of bewilderment on Kanda's face, the elder seemly torn from killing him and standing in shock.
"You make a fair point," the woman finally conceded, her tone indicating that she was clearly unpleased, "tell Yuu to come home immediately; his father and I need him for a dinner."
"Of course," Allen smiled sweetly, "it was a pleasure to talk to you ma'am!"
The final words from his lips went unheard as he listened to the dial tone echo in his ears, the phone lowered to click off in his hands before he turned to Kanda.
"You're mommy and daddy want you home for din-din," the younger informed him with a smile, Kanda still glowering over the younger.
"You had one job," Kanda growled, "and you even screwed that up. Is there anything you can do right?"
"Dunno," Allen shrugged, "but your mom bought it, so that's the only that should matter."
The elder gritted his teeth as he moved over to the back deck.
"Jeez, and I'm the princess," the younger teased, "don't act all pissy just cause one thing doesn't go your way; that's life."
"Thanks, cause I really need that lesson," Kanda retorted, "but don't screw this up, I will make your life a nightmare."
"Why, you gonna come over more often?"
Allen felt his body jerked towards the elder's as a fist gathered the front of his shirt, the cobalt boring into the liquid mercury that would not back down.
"Don't push me," the elder growled dangerously, "I've got half a mind to give you a new smile."
"Only half," Allen pushed his luck, "that's more than on any given day I take it."
"One of these days moyashi, you'll be begging me for my forgiveness," Kanda threatened as he all but threw Allen to the glass door.
"I never beg," the younger informed the Japanese, his arms over his chest while the elder swung his legs over the balcony, "and if I do, it sure as hell won't be for you."
"We'll see moyashi," Kanda smirked, as he disappeared from sight, "we'll see."
Sorry about the jumpiness... I know where I want this story to go it's just getting there is the issue... I'll figure it out, don't worry!
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