Allen woke up feeling horrible that day, with a terrible splitting headache, oddly dry as well as sore throat and a rather foggy memory of what happened last night.
'Where am I...?' He wondered, sitting up as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. It took him a moment to remember that he was in the castle of Black order.
This room, however, does not resemble the palace's dorms at all. Although he was not shown to his own dorm yet, Komui and him did walk pass dorms in their little walkthrough of the castle, and he noted that all the dorms looked about the same, wooden walls and doors with one single sized bed and a closet by the sides.
This room, however, was white, huge (not that the dorm rooms were small, but in comparison with this room, yes, it was small. Or rather, this room was humongous) and had several white beds lined up neatly. It kinda reminded Allen of... a hospital?
'What am I doing here...?', Allen was thinking when suddenly, it hit him. His memories, that is.
His memories, however, came to him in small bits and pieces. The only thing that could he remembered clearly was pain. The sudden choking grip that nearly broke his neck into two, the burning sensation in his lungs as he struggled for air.
He shivered in his spot as he recalled yesterday's happenings. No, no. It wasn't really the pain that scared him the most. He had been through much more. Trust me, if you have Cross Marian as your mentor, that much was close to nothing. Close, but it still hurts. A lot.
It was Kanda. It was the look in his eyes, the deathly glare he gave Allen.
Allen could tell that he was very, very pissed, and of course, Allen himself must have been the one to have triggered his rage. After all, why else would he be the one getting strangled.
Allen, however, could not remember what he had done. He had been seriously drunk that night, what do you expect . Anyways! Not being able to remember something is a really horrible feeling. It makes you feel empty inside, as though you lost something important, especially when that something you can't remember caused you such a horrid experience.
Not remembering what he did is a totally huge problem. Reasons? Well, quite a few.
First, he don't know what topic to avoid when talking to that anti-social in order not to accidentally offend him like the previous night.
Second, he had to apologize to Kanda for offending him, if he did, which he probably did, and not being able to remember what he did to cross the Prince off was horrible, because he wouldn't be able to judge for himself if an apology was actually needed, that if what he did was so horrible that was enough to justify Kanda's rage, or the Prince was just over reacting.
Last but not least, he was curious. He wanted, no. Needed to know what had ticked the Prince off so much. Well, not that he was nosy or such. Curiosity is normal, right? Yep. Human nature.
Yep, so that's what got Allen racking his brains, trying hard to recall what happened last night as he sat there stoning.
He was so deep in thought that he hadn't realized that someone had walked into the room and next to the bed where he laid, until said person 'Ahem' ed just beside the bed, in front of Allen.
The white haired boy looked up, slightly shocked by this sudden appearance (though the guy had been standing there for quite some time.).
Chuckling at the boy's shocked expression, the man smiled as he greeted the boy, holding his right hand out for a handshake "Good morning Allen Walker. My name is Bak, Bak Chan. I'm the palace's medic. Nice meeting you!"
"Ah! Nice meeting you too!" Allen replied as he gladly took the other's hands.
"Well, anyways, are you feeling better?"
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your concern."
To that, Bak just smiled. He really liked the kid, not only was he cute, he also had a good personality. Polite and kind. He had no idea why Kanda was so pissed with the kid that he almost strangled the life out of him.
"Hmm Yuu... C'mon just go in already!"
"Shut up. Stop calling me that! I'll go in whenever I want."
"Yeh, yeh." Lavi said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. oh wait, I mean, rolling his eye.
They have been standing outside the door for about an hour already, and Lavi was totally getting annoyed. At first, he was simply amused by the Prince's uncharacteristic behavior. Now? After watching the Prince pace about outside the door, grabbing the door knob, then releasing it after a few seconds of pondering, then pacing about again for about an hour, no way man. This was beyond ridiculous. He had even tried opening the door once, only to be stopped by an angry and flustered Kanda. Seriously! His patience was running thin.
Sighing, he watched as the Prince continued pacing about the door before finally placing his hand on the door knob. Again.
'What do you know? Big improvement! He actually turned the door knob!' Lavi thought mockingly as he continued to observe the Prince, feeling rather hopeful that they would finally be able to fucking get into the room, and totally snapped when he saw the Prince letting go of the freaking knob and backing away. AGAIN.
"MAN, YUU, JUST OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY STOP BEING SUCH A WIMP!"he finally shouted, but soon realizing that it was a huge mistake as he saw Kanda reaching for his sword and unsheathing it, glaring as he pressed Mugen by the poor red head's neck.
'Uh oh...' Lavi thought as he swallowed. Both hands lifted into the air in the - I admit defeat- pose, whilst Kanda continued glaring at him.
"Ahaha i was just kidding..." Lavi laughed nervously in an attempt to calm the angry Prince.
"Che!" he clicked his tongue, about to put away his sword when the door, the one they had been standing outside with Kanda lacing about for about an hour or so, swung open.
The two immediately swung their heads around. surprised to see two figures walking out of the door. One of them being Allen, and the other, Bak.
Allen stared at the scene before him. Kanda holding a sword by Lavi's neck...
Allen immediately felt ridiculously pissed and stupid for even thinking of apologizing to that haughty Prince. That guy was just a fucking brute that deals everything with violence. To think he even felt guilty for making him mad. That grumpy guy was obviously annoyed all the time. For all he knew, the guy could have almost killed him for some small matter, and he'd treat anyone the same way.
'Shit this. No way I'm apologizing now. I probably did nothing wrong, and the guy just over reacted for something stupid.' Allen thought as he looked at Kanda in disapproval.
Kanda, in return, just stared blankly back at Allen.
'... ... He's glaring at me... ' Kanda noted as he continued retracting his Mugen from Lavi's neck. (Continued because he was already gonna retract the sword earlier just that Allen barged in suddenly. Not that Allen knows,lol. hence causing the misunderstanding.)
Kanda was now having mixed feelings. He was relieved and glad seeing that the boy was fine, yet, the glare that Allen gave was scaring Kanda. Kanda was afraid that the boy was mad at him. He didn't want that... He has no idea why but, being hated by Allen would just be unbearable. He needed to apologize. That was the reason he came here anyways, to apologize.
He opened his mouth as he tried to force the words out. He tried, really! It's just that he had never apologized to anyone before, and it deemed harder than seemed for someone as proud as Kanda to do so. So you see a Kanda just standing there mouth opening an closing like some retard.
"Psst! Yuu! Go on, you can do it!" Lavi whispered as he nudged Kanda who was just staring blankly back at the boy, with the weird opening and closing of mouth thing. Kanda made an attempt to glare at the red head before turning back to Allen.
About to actually speak out this time, (probably because he took a glance at Allen's face and saw the -wtf does he want- face, and felt that he really needed to do something soon) Kanda opened his mouth once more, "S-so-", only to be cut short be a "tsk" from the Moyashi whom just turned around and walked away.
The hallway was now silent and left two rather shocked male.
...
'The fuck?', was the only thing Kanda could think of.