Disclaimer: I don't even want to think about it.

Author's Notes: What more can I say? I say I'm so happy with all the love I was receiving… (I'm just too busy these last few days that's why I couldn't reply to all of you... Sorry for that. But i'm reading it and I appreciate those people who are sparing me their time to review my work, no matter how badly it was written. Hahaha! Gah… Though I'm still a little bit frustrated with all the system errors bombarding me whenever I try to upload a new story/chapter! If it weren't for an author I knew here at I wouldn't be able to update! Urgh… So here's what I did: Click on the story you want to update. While the error screen is visible, go up to the URL at the top of the screen. Change the word 'property' to 'content' and hit enter. The normal update window should open. (From Raicheru)

Anyway, I just want you guys to know that I'm trying my best to upload longer chapters… [sigh]

Warnings: Unbeta'ed. You will probably be annoyed at my grammar lapses (again), so *kneels* SORRY!

The sheer boringness of my story. [I dunno... I just can't seem to re-read my work without uttering the word 'boring' in my head. So, SORRY for that! *kneels again*]

[My mindless mumbling here reminds of that certain character in the anime, Fruits Basket... who is always saying, 'GOOOMEENAAASAAAAI!' while banging her head on a nearby wall XD I should probably do that, no?]

Everyone, GOMEEEENAAASAAAI!

On with the story!


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Allen was now cart-wheeling.

This was clearly insane.

Downright impossible and insane.

And impossible.

And insane!

"W-where the hell do you come f-from? " Allen shouted at the limp body. He bit his trembling lips as gathered the courage to finally lift the man who was now sprawling on his small futon. He gulped when he stared at the flowing blood on his face.

What the heck happened?

Why was this man on his door? And bloody, on top of that!

Wait. Allen blinked a few times before pandemonium befallen him.

Allen gulped as he sort out his thoughts.

He was annoyed with this man, right?

And he was wishing him of being gone and all and…

He stopped his thoughts as he stared dumbfounded to the body beneath him.

He didn't… He couldn't possibly…

Maybe he did this?

"NO!"

But their house was located in an almost secluded area in the middle of a freaking mountain! How the hell did this man find this house then?

Maybe the other me… killed him? You know… that insane voice inside of him… Well he was actually thinking how annoying the man was, right? And getting rid of him?

Maybe…

He killed him.

"NOOO!" He flipped and ran around the small room, causing a small ruckus. He was bouncing and tossing over as he thought about the misdeed he possibly did.

Stupid. Bitter-Allen surfaced, looking like an angry bitch in heat. You're so stupid I couldn't believe I'm you and you're me.

Allen pouted as he stared again at the body.

'But how the hell did this get here?' He thought as he pointed at the blood-spattered body.

Sighed again. Tediousness and annoyance was seen all over bitter-Allen's pale face. You know, sometimes, I just wanted to strangle my neck so I don't have to deal with you anymore. Really.

'I'm serious!'

The heck, kid! Don't you get it? The boy's clearly stalking you! Bitter-Allen growled.

Allen cringed. 'Y-you sure?'

Looking as annoyed as ever, the GREAT bitter-Allen whacked his face and sigh in defeat. You know? I don't care anymore. Whatever!

Allen tried to ignore his thoughts and stared at the man on his futon then cursed himself when he noticed that he hadn't tended to his injuries yet.

He hurriedly went to small and dirty bathroom and grabbed an alcohol and small portion of cotton. After tripping on his way, which again earned a mouthful of British curses on Allen's mouth, he gently lifted the body from the futon and started dabbing cotton on the wounds.

The stranger suddenly opened his eyes and eyed the trembling boy.

"I-it's okay… Don't worry… there's a hospital not far away from here… I'll b-bring you there." He said to calm the man but as it turned out, he was the one trying to calm his unnerving nerves.

Then Allen noticed something.

The cotton was just absorbing blood but the skin wasn't even broken!

"T-there's no wound." Allen looked shocked and at the same time angry at Kanda who was now lying comfortably at Allen's old futon while glancing all over his small room. He stopped dabbing the cotton at the fake wounds. "You're not really hurt, aren't you?" He yanked the girly-boy and glared at him. "Why did you do that? What's the big idea?"

Kanda looked at the fuming white-haired boy and noticed his pale complexion. "Are you really this pale?"

Allen felt angrier when he was blatantly ignored.

"Why did you do that?" He shouted again, much loudly this time.

Kanda just languidly stared at him.

When Allen thought that he will never be answered, the long-haired boy spoke, his voice was laced with uncertainties.

"I want you to look at me."

Allen gawked at the boy. "What?" he can felt his nostrils expanding.

Clearly not a good sign.

Then a loud grumbling was heard echoing on the small house.

Shit.

Allen fought the urge to close his eyes and jump to the nearest well and die. The deeper the well, the better.

"That's not me." Allen tried to bluff and immediately reddened. He cursed his stomach as he

tried to remain placid in front of the stoic stranger.

"Why is it that you're always hungry?" Kanda asked as he eyed the obviously embarrassed boy.

"That's none of your business." Allen growled and hissed at the stupid question.

Kanda remained as stoic as ever and stared mutely at the (almost) pouting boy. Then his eyes unconsciously landed on Allen's fluffy and pinkish lips.

Kanda instinctively crossed the distance between him and the still not looking boy and before Allen notice what was about to befall him, Kanda was already pressing his lips to Allen's soft ones, loving the feeling and the taste of it on his mouth.

Delicious.

Allen was stunned by the sudden action, leaving his mouth slightly opened that made everything more appalling to the white-haired boy.

The tongue! The bloody tongue!

ARGH!

God. This boy's really a goner. Bitter-Allen banged his head on an imaginary wall.

Allen finally regained his composure and brain. He pushed Kanda so hard the man almost slammed back on the futon.

"WHA – WHAT T-THE B-BLOODY H-HECK WAS THAT?"

That was called 'kiss', idiot. I told you, this guy is stalking you. Bitter-Allen yawned as he stared at the blushing face of Allen. You're just too stupid to believe me.

Kanda just blinked staring again at the now flushed boy that was viciously rubbing his lips.

"I don't get it." Kanda said, still eyeing the Allen.

I don't get it either. Bitter-Allen deadpanned.

Allen snarled and almost kick the bloody body in front of him. "I should be the one saying that, you pervert! Why the bloody hell did you kiss me?"

Kanda blinked again, facial expression was never changing. "I don't get why you're always hungry. Your lips were delicious. Why don't you just lick it? That will solve your problem."

Kanda smirked when Allen suddenly yanked his white hair.

Cute, he thought.

Bitter-Allen was now rolling inside Allen's head – laughing. At least the guy has some sense of humour! Hahaha! Ooooh. You should befriend him! You could learn a thing or two from this awesome she-man!

Allen felt himself kneeling and crying for help.

This boy was messing with him. BIG TIME.

So was his mind.

And all this frolics were making Allen hungrier.

The proof of that was the loud grumbling of his shameless stomach again.

He didn't see the kid stood up. Then Allen was hastily grabbed by his wrist by a pair of smooth hands. "Come. I'll feed you." The boy then yanked him towards the door of their house.

"O-oi! Let me go!"

"I'll feed you. You don't have to be hungry again." Allen watched the kid's long tresses, secured by a black rubber band sway in front of him. It looked so healthy that Allen suddenly wanted to hide his dry and brittle hair.

"I said let me go!" Allen tried to squirm but it was futile. The hold was too tight.

What's with this boy?

This was plain stupid!

"Why are you doing this?" He asked while he was being dragged, now outside the small house.

"I told you, I want you to look at me."

Huh?

Allen furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.

"I don't get you. Explain!"

Kanda stopped his yanking and turned to the fuming pale boy. He noticed the dry skin of the Allen. He will surely take note of bringing the boy to his dermatologist this week.

The boy was too small. Probably lack of good nutrients and proper eating habits.

Must feed him properly.

His hair was dry too.

Lips were chapped.

Eyes were almost hidden by big, fluffy eye bags.

But still, Allen was beautiful – just like before.

"You're hungry? Here, I have some loaves of bread. If you want, I'll share it with you."

Kanda thought so as he nodded his head.

He will always be beautiful in his eyes.

Allen, who was watching the frowning-then-nodding-next facial expression of the boy, snarled.

"Hey! I'm still waiting for your answer." Allen shouted and almost crouched in head in irritation.

Kanda just shrugged. "You don't have to get it. You just have to eat and be healthy. Let's go. After you eat, we're going to Roppongi." He said as he resumed his yanking again.

Allen stopped wiggling. Eyes were widening.

Roppongi? Did he just say Roppongi?

"What are going to do t-there?"

Kanda flipped his hair and brush the few strands that were blocking his eyes and looked at Allen so seriously.

"I'm going to buy you from Marian Cross."

Disturbing mental images.

Allen's eyes grew wider and wider every passing second.

Really disturbing mental images.

You're dead, man. You are so deaaad, Allen Walker. Bitter-Allen said while picking his noise.