The weeks had gone by fast, filled with insults and constant bickering, mostly from the two chemistry partners. Allen had come to realize that Kanda Yuu was an arrogant asshole, but possibly a decent person while Kanda, Kanda didn't give a flying fuck.
Nope, he didn't care about the blank eyes of the sprout, or the fact that his hair seemed almost too shiny to be real, and that he was still a mystery. He didn't care about the strained smiles, the mask that only would be dropped during heated arguments, or even the bitten nails of the boy's hands and his bottom lips covered with red teeth marks.
Nope, Kanda Yuu told himself, he did not care, and would not care. Because for one, Allen Walker wasn't his responsibility, nor his friend, therefore why would it matter? But a part of Kanda nagged him that maybe; just maybe, there was more than met the eye to Allen Walker. And Kanda hated how he wanted, no, needed to know.
He hated that he wanted to replace that fake smile covering the pale boys face with a real one. That he wanted to make Allen's eyes sparkle and shine, that he wanted to see love shining from them, directed at him.
Because Kanda Yuu hated that he cared for Allen Walker, so therefore he hated the boy himself. And Kanda Yuu wasn't afraid to express that hatred.
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Allen had moved in with Lenalee and her brother, Komui, after they had fooled the crazy scientist (or maybe just been honest, in his case) into believing Allen was gayer than the school chef Jeryy.
Allen still had no idea how they pulled it off, but honestly he harbored no feelings for Lenalee. She already had a boyfriend of three weeks, Lavi himself, even though no one knew; basically for the safety of Lavi and his, eh, male parts. And honestly Allen would rather kiss Kanda then Lenalee.
Which was one of the big issues.
Allen had realized he would rather kiss that arrogant prick than anyone else, in the whole world. And he hated that, because it made him wonder on his intelligence. Was he really so mentally retarded that he would rather kiss that annoying piece of shit, Kanda, then one of the very attractive girls at the high school?
Maybe it wasn't his arm that had been the only thing mutilated from birth, maybe it was his brain as well.
But that was of no consequence, living with secret feelings for Kanda wasn't the toughest thing he had to deal with at the moment. The real issue was keeping his little, err, secret from Lenalee and her nosy brother.
He figured his makeup could be stashed somewhere in the guest room he had commandeered for the time being, but the whole sleeping and showering issue needed to be resolved.
The only reason Allen had moved in with Lenalee was because Cross, the idiot, had burned down the house. Luckily Allen had been at school, but still. The other good part out of the whole ordeal was the fact that he had brought his makeup to school. He was going to stay after late, and needed a touch up or the scar could have shown through.
But still, all his books, his laptop and his bed along with the rest of his furniture was gone. Burnt to a crisp.
He still had money in his separate bank account, so that was easy to take care of, but then Cross had decided to leave in the middle of the night a few days after.
Leaving Allen with only a note and the hotel room bill. So Lenalee had offered, and Allen had accepted, so now here he was.
They had gone shopping a few days earlier, and he had restocked his new small but effective closet with long sleeves and gloves, so he really only had that one small detail to work out. He had also bought a nicer laptop than the one that was now a melted hunk of metal, and his new mattress was much softer.
He still hated Cross though, the bastard.
If worse came to worse he would just tell Lenalee, at least she could keep quiet, and he knew by now that she wouldn't care. She loved him for him, or she loved Allen for cheerful Allen.
Honestly if she found out he wouldn't worry too much. He just feared the majority populace.
Jasdero and Devit, who he now found out had somehow got his phone number, felt the need to call him up at random times to apologize again for their behavior. It was sweet of them, but after a call during an important English test and one at four in the morning, it was getting tiresome.
Did they ever sleep, or do anything productive for that matter? They had left with the carnival and moved on to another city, not that far away, and he was rather sad to see them go. They had really changed, and were actually good friends now.
Not to mention he loved their whole family. One Saturday he went down to the carnival to find out that it was closed. But since they were just packing up, Jasdero felt the need to drag Allen around, meeting all the "Noahs".
The only two that creeped Allen out were the little clingy girl, Rhode, and the "Earl" Adam. He wore a really big top-hat and had a huge overbite. But the rest of the family was nice, and Allen oddly felt at home with them.
But Allen also felt at home with Lenalee and her eccentric brother, and loved them both to no end. And since his chemistry teacher was Komui, he practically had a free tutor.
Although he was kind of scared to get anywhere near Komui's room after one of his experiments (some creepy Robot named Sir Komlin IV) tried to castrate Allen for "looking" at Lenalee. Guess the robot hadn't been convinced Allen was as gay as they had stated. Luckily Lenalee had intervened with a heeled boot and a clipboard, which saved Allen's masculinity as well as probably his life.
Currently Allen was sitting on the large and plush bed filling the guest bedroom, scratch that, his new bedroom, and reading some book he found on Lenalee's book shelf.
The book wasn't that bad, it was about some girl who moved to a small town and met a mysterious, incredible attractive vampire. Who supposedly sparkled in the sunlight…
Allen sighed and dropped the book. Now that was just ridiculous. Vampires sucked blood and deflowered high schoolers, they didn't sparkle and inconspicuously smell girls that sat across from them in class. Where was the gore, the blood, the adventure and the angst? As well written as the book was, it was still high-school girl romance shit.
He was going to have to talk to Lenalee about this. She was too, normal, to be reading this. As if by fate, Lenalee slid in the room and smiled at the disgusted look on Allen's pale face. She glanced at the book, slightly open on the bed and grinned wider.
"Why do you have this shit?" Allen asked seriously, with his lips twitching into a frown. Much to his surprise Lenalee started laughing.
"It's Lavi's book, he left it here last week. Chill." It was now Allen's turn to chuckle as he imagined the red head reading something like this, probably with a box of tissues nearby. That explained a lot more….
Lenalee swiped the book from the bed and smiled again. "Just wanted to tell you dinner is in a few. We are having takeout, because Komui used the oven as scraps for another project…" She droned off and her eyes darkened, causing Allen to flinch.
"I am going to kill him one day.." She sighed louder and left the room. Allen laughed and flipped over, reaching for his phone as a ping emitted from the device on his nightstand.
According to the slightly smudged and scratched screen he had one new text message. Reading it, he groaned and bit his lip, trying not to punch something.
According to the stupid device, or actually, according to Cross, the idiot man had accidentally forgot to pay off a few people before he skipped town. He also sent Allen a list of names and addresses.
Allen grinned manically and pulled out his laptop, flipping it open and a few seconds later was on the internet, or more precisely a certain bank's website.
In a manner of minutes, he had hacked onto Cross's account and using his knowledge also pulled up the accounts of those who needed to be paid.
Using a bit of, err, his well-developed skills, he filtered the required amounts into each account and lastly wired a bit of extra cash to his own account and closed the browser with a satisfied smile. Take that Cross, you bastard.
He stood up from the bed, stretching his back until he heard a rather loud pop, then headed toward the dining room, his stomach already growling like a starved beast.
Filling the chestnut table was an array of takeout cartons; Lenalee always remembered Allen's eating habits a bit too well.
Allen plopped down next to the girl who was digging into a box of what looked like fried rice and bourbon chicken and grabbed the closest container of what smelled like heaven, or variation if it, as he inhaled the cartons one by one.
Soon, after being joined by a slightly remorseful Komui, all the takeout boxes were empty and Allen was filled to the brink with Chinese takeout.
He politely excused himself from the now bickering siblings, one begging for forgiveness and crying, and grabbed a clean towel from the hall closet. Allen slipped into his room and removed his wig, contacts and clothes before he grabbed clean pajamas and headed into the connected bathroom.
Allen moaned in relief as the hot water hit his back, soothing the tense muscles and loosening his shoulders. He dragged his soapy hands through his long white locks, massaging his scalp as he reveled in the sweet feeling of freedom from the stupid wig.
He wondered once again why in the world he had let his hair grow down to practically his waist, and his mind once again went blank. Oh well, at least he only needed to trim the mop monthly and not worry about getting an actual haircut. Oh wait, that was why. He hated scissors; you never know what could happen with those things in hand.
The water started to cool and he twisted the nozzle further to the hot side, more steaming water spitting out from the facet as he massaged the lavender conditioner into his mane.
Soon even the water on the hottest setting had turned cold, and Allen finally emerged from the shower into the steam filled bathroom, the mirror all fogged up. He couldn't help but draw a smiley face with a pink pruned finger on the glass.
He dragged a flat brush through his damp hair after thoroughly drying it with the cranberry towel, pulling the white mass into a loose ponytail at the base of his neck.
Allen slipped into his pajamas, just a black tee-shirt and plaid pants, and pulled black socks on his cold feet, the tile freezing in contrast to the air. He wiped the fog off the mirror and grimaced at the pale face that stared back at him.
The face with the slate gray eyes, the white locks framing his face and the long red scar, the star printed on his forehead covered by long bangs. The red arm was also reflected, visible under the short sleeved black shirt, the rough and veiny appendage just as gruesome under the bright bathroom lights.
With another sigh he turned out the light and slipped into his room, the wig, contacts and makeup already stashed in one of the dresser drawers.
He glanced at the clock to see it was still early, around ten o clock, but the late nights had gotten to him and even though it was Friday night he really needed to rest.
He clicked the light switch, turning on the fan and turning off the light, then slipped into the bed, under the soft coverlet and between the cool sheets. With another small sigh he clutched one of the many fluffy pillows to his chest, curing into a ball as sleep overtook him, his last thought of the man he despised.
Kanda.
I had some free time and was like, whatever, I can just Beta this or whatever. So I was like done early. I love this chapter, it is my favorite.
This is also where I am swerving away from Keys Studio's plot. Although I love her, I feel like it needs to be longer before anyone figures out Allen's secret.
Which brings another issue. I have recieved some PMs that it isn't such a big deal and why would Allen go to all that trouble to hide just a scar, white hair and an arm? Well, bullying is a bigger issue than some understand. It can make you really paranoid, and fearful. If you were called a freak for your whole life, then wouldn't that be tramatizing?
Allen just wants to be liked for who he is, rather than his appearance. And the reason he acts happy all the time? Well, he doesn't want to drag down those he loves aling with him.
So he wears a mask...
Anway, review! And I hope you think this was long enough, freaking 2,100 words. The next ch might be even longer cause I have already got a good 800 words done...
12/24/12- Next Chapter.
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Remember to review! They make my day... really. Also thanks to someone for putting this on DeviantArt... I cannot find the artist! I looked all over but I seemed to have misplaced who drew it.
