I hope this one makes you smile guys. It's long but unfortunately, not much happens. Again, this one isn't one of my favourites but it's cute…I think…maybe?....
--shifty eyes—
But this fic does have the greatest sport in the world in it – HOCKEY! Woohoo!
Oh, and here are three basics facts about this fic that may or may not be important :
(A) Marie is not blind in this fic, so he's the team goalie.
(B) Kanda uses shampoo in my fic not soap, so don't get picky about that please.
(C) I'm not a hockey player myself, so if I messed anything up, like the positions, the routine, or just the character info, please tell me!
Until later, bye guys!
~ Love from, CK
Theme #4: Games.
Summary: Allen Walker, one of the best hockey players for the Magdalene Order Exorcists, is gay. But is there a chance that his crush, the team's lead scorer – Yuu Kanda - is too?
Rating: T (for an itty-bitty ReeverxLenalee hint, Kanda's potty mouth, and some kissing. Mild crack-fic.)
"Less than one minute of play in the third period. I repeat, less than one minute of play."
Lenalee Lee, a red journal in hand, craned forwards in her seat, simultaneously moving alongside a crowd of others.
One hockey player, clad in a black jersey stamped with a white '05' had managed to dodge his way around one of the opposing red defensemen and was now moving swiftly towards the net. Another red jersey moved to stop him, and that was when another black-clad Exorcist quickly checked the opposition, sending him hard into the boards.
The opposing goalie shifted with 05's every move -- quickly going left, then right, faked left – and that was when the forward drew back his stick and fired the puck.
It flew past the goalies right shoulder and into the net, buzzer sounding and red light flashing.
The clock ticked down from 4…3…2…1….
The buzzer blared again, ending the game as the crowd stood and hollered, whistles and screams mingling with the thrum of a bullhorn blaring.
The opposition slinked back to their bench with downtrodden eyes, cursing and mumbling as they moved by. Four other hockey Exorcists, their chests emblazed with an ornate white cross on a black jersey, came forward to join the scoring forward and hit him good naturedly on the back, trading knuckle touches with him through their gloves.
"And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the final score for tonight's game; Your hometown Exorcists win over the Spirits, 4 to 1. And your final Exorcist goal this evening was scored by none other than "The Crowned Clown" himself, Mister Alllleeen Walkeeeeerrr!"
There came more cheers following that announcement, mainly from teenage girls who were jumping in adoration as their crush turned at the sound of his name through the speakers. Jokingly, he bowed to the crowd, sending them into another wave of cheers and laughs. No wonder they called him The Clown.
Lenalee Lee couldn't help but grin to herself. Her interviews tonight might turn out to be even more interesting than she first thought….
Thank you, big brother, she thought to herself. And without another word, she picked herself up and made her way out to the hall to wait.
"We kick ass!"
"Don't you mean I kick ass?"
"Shut up, Daisya. You suck."
"Now now, let's play nice kiddies," Lavi mocked, throwing his arms around two of his teammates good-naturedly. "After all, we don't want Krory-kins coming in here and hearing about how much Daisya likes sucking."
"Oi, I'm pretty sure you and Kanda are the ones who like sucking, Lavi," Daisya shot back with an impish grin.
"HEY! That was mean!~"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY YOU FUCKING --!"
The room burst into laughter and a flurry of catcalls and hollering. Kanda began attacking Daisya, aiming to punch his face in but got Daisya's shoulder instead. Lavi just cheered the fight on, until Kanda's gaze turned to him, and the redhead dove behind Allen in defense.
"Lavi Bookman, how many times have I told you not to call me, Krory-kins?"
There was a momentary trickling down of laughter before team turned as their coach as he entered the dressing room. The tall man was smiling teasingly at Lavi.
"Aww, but Krory-kins! Calling you 'Coach Krory' just sounds so…ugh!" Lavi whined childishly, allowing himself to stop hiding behind the white-haired Exorcist.
"Well, the rest of the team manages to deal with calling me that, so I'll trust you can find away to do it too. In any case," Krory continued, beaming with pride, "you guys did great out there tonight! I'm so glad you managed to pull it together and win a home game for us. I never get tired of seeing you win on our ice."
The coach's eyes turned to survey his team, before he stopped on a few members in particular.
"Kanda," Krory began, grinning, "Once again, you proved why you're our leading scorer and one of the best forwards we have on the team."
Yuu Kanda made no reply, just muttered 'che' and flipped his long, dark hair over his shoulder before looking to the wall.
"Bookman and Han, you guys are the best defensive pair we have and I was glad to see you hold your ground against the Spirits. Good job."
"Aww, thanks Krory-kins!"
"Th-thank you, Coach!" Chaoji stuttered out. He was new to the team this year and was thrilled to know Coach Krory was happy with him.
"Noise, I've said it once and I'll say it again – you're one of the most impressive goalies I've seen in this division. Keep it up and you're gonna lead us to the championship. "
Marie just nodded in thanks at the praise. Then, Coach Krory turned to fix Allen and Daisya –who wre sitting side by side – with a proud look.
"Walker, overall, you did a great job out there today. I've said it once and I'll say it again – I can't believe you're only fifteen. Still, you've got a great slap shot and incredible skill on the ice that I haven't seen in ages. Oh, and that last goal was a nice bit of icing on the cake. Thanks for that."
Allen just smiled sheepishly.
"And Barry, you're a strong center and a skilled player. You did good out there tonight and you helped set up goals more times than I can count. However – "
Krory strolled over and loomed Daisya with his eyes suddenly becoming mirthless and Krory's smiling mouth was mouth drawn in a frown.
"—if I see you get into one more pointless fight, I'll personally kick your ass from here to Canada, and back again. Got that?"
"Yeah, yeah, Krory-kins—" Daisya muttered, chuckling uncaringly. In a second, Krory had him by the scruff of his collar, pinning the player to the dressing room wall.
"You will address me as Coach Krory," he hissed warningly, "and you will not get into another pointless fight."
"Y-Yes, Coach Krory." Daisya swallowed hard and tried to look honest. Krory dropped him, and as though nothing had changed, Krory was back to smiling.
"Okay, hit the showers guys!"
There were murmurs around the dressing room as the men began to remove their equipment and grabbed towels. Chaoji stared with stunned eyes at Krory's back as he left the dressing room.
"Umm, Lavi? Has Coach always been that uhh -- "
"Bipolar? Yup!" Lavi answered cheerfully. "All-in-all, Krory-kins is an honest to God nice person who would never hurt a fly. But when he played professionally, his nickname was the "Black Vamp." If you give him attitude or put a hockey stick in his hand, then you better pray to God he shows you mercy and doesn't bite your head off."
"… oh."
"Yeah. But no worries! We won, we played well, and he's happy, so he won't be killing anyone tonight."
"…oh."
Lavi just grinned, tossing off his equipment and unfastening his pants.
"Hey Yuu-kun!"
"Don't call me by my first name, you usagi."
"I need some of your shampoo!"
"Use your own damn shampoo!" Kanda snapped irritably as he unfastened his hair, shaking out the dark, sweat soaked strands. He removed his own pants and grabbed a towel. Lavi bounced over to his best friend, ignoring the fact that he was nearly naked, and pouted.
"But Yuu-uu! I forgot my shampoo at home, and besides, I want my hair to be pretty like yours!"
"My hair is not pretty, goddamnit!" Kanda snapped.
"Hahaha, actually it is, Bakanda. Just like a girl's." Allen grinned evilly at the dark haired man.
"Shut up, Moyashi!"
"My name is Allen! We've been on this team for two years and you still can't get that right? Are you retarded?"
"Hell no. I just don't believe that moyashis like you actually have names. Moyashi."
Lavi just laughed, hurriedly snatching Yuu's shampoo as Kanda and Allen began arguing loudly behind him.
"Shut your big mouth, Bakanda! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Hn. My mother's dead moyashi, thanks for asking. And you're one to talk about me with a big mouth, with the way you fucking stuff your face!"
"That's cause you do have a big mouth, Bakanda. But hey, I guess you have to have a big mouth to make up for smaller things! And shut up about what I eat, I'm trying to gain muscle!"
"Exactly, because you're nothing more than a weak, skinny little moyashi! And you want to see a small fucking dick, than take a look in your own pants! My cock is huge!"
Allen snorted. "Yeah right! You see? There you again making up for your small thing with your big mouth!"
Kanda eyes darkened dangerously, and he suddenly ripped his towel off and tossed it away. Allen froze in shock, them turned beet red and promptly looked to the wall.
Don't look down… don't look down… don't look… don't look…don't look… Allen chorused mentally.
"Anytime you're fucking ready to grow up, moyashi, I dare you to fucking put that big mouth of your to good use and try sucking my big– "
"Whoa, Yuu-chan! Language!" Lavi called out. "Be nice to our little Allen!" The redhead, poked his sud-covered head into view from around the corner of the room's shower stalls, as if to ensure he was heard. Kanda didn't move, his gaze still firmly trained on the blushing moyashi.
"Hmph. Baka…" Kanda muttered after a long moment and stalked off to shower.
Huffing, Allen stripped himself of his own clothing and walked into the showers, purposefully choosing the one farthest from Kanda. He leant back into the hot water, soaking his hair and then shaking his head as water and soap fell into his eyes.
He really was stupid to have fallen for someone like Kanda.
As the team stepped out of the locker room -= hair damp and hockey bags slung over their shoulders -- Lavi, Kanda, and Allen were all stopped as Coach Krory whistled them over.
As all three approached, they saw that there was a pretty, dark-haired girl standing around the corner from Krory. She smiled excitedly as they boys approached.
"STRIKE!" Lavi hollered, eyeing her long legs beneath her black skirt. Kanda promptly threw his elbow into the redhead's stomach for the remark.
"Don't even try," Kanda said. Allen raised an eyebrow at the remark, silently asking what on earth would discourage Lavi from flirting with her. Lenalee giggled behind her hand before stepping forwards to introduce herself.
"Hi, I'm Lenalee Lee. My older brother is your General Manager–" she began. Lavi quickly shut his jaw and turned a bit pale.
"AHH! You're Komui's sister, Lenalee?" Lavi said in fear.
"The 'precious' Lenalee he never stops talking about?" Allen stuttered out. "The one he… he…"
"He threatens that, if you touch me, he'll torture you in so many ways that you'll wish he had killed you? That Lenalee? Yup, that would be me," she said, shooting them an apologetic look. "Sorry about him. I love him to death, but he's way too overprotective."
"Che, why are you here?" Kanda said. Lenalee pulled out her red leather journal and clicked out her pen.
"I'm the head reporter for the Order's newspaper and I'm looking for some personal interviews with our school's best athletes."
"The Order?" Coach Krory began, confusion creasing his brow.
"Magdalene Order High School" the four teens chorused.
"I didn't know you went to our school," Allen began, blushing lightly in embarrassment.
"Well, I'm a grade higher than you, Allen, but a grade lower than Lavi and Yuu, plus I have journalism club when you guys have hockey practice, so it's no wonder you didn't know we attend the same school."
Allen blinked owlishly as her words registered. "How do you know I'm a grade lower than you?"
Lenalee just smiled mysteriously before saying, "I'm a journalist. I make it my business to know everything."
Allen swallowed nervously as Lenalee's green eyes darkened dangerously.
"Ev-Everything? A-As in?..." he asked, fearing the answer.
Lenalee just grinned and every man in the vicinity took a step back in worry.
"Well, I know that your name is Allen Walker. You're 15 years old, a right wing forward, and jersey #05. You're 5'5, weigh in at 58 kg, and were born in England. You're nickname on the team is 'Crowned Clown' and your academic average is currently 78%."
There was a moment of silence as Allen tried to fix his unhinged jaw and Lavi had to stop himself from drooling over Lenalee's legs again.
"Che, you know all that about the Moyashi and you still want to do an interview with him?" Kanda said, raising an eyebrow.
"My name is Allen, you Bakanda!"
"I can list off the same about you, Yuu Kanda, or you, Lavi Bookman," she said with a cheeky grin, "but first, I'm going to interview Allen. Is that okay with you, Krory?"
Krory nodded his approval, and Lenalee beamed at him.
… right before she grabbed Allen's hand and ran.
Ten seconds later, Allen found himself sitting in an old dressing room as Lenalee locked the door and turned to give him a sickly sweet smile. Allen suddenly became uncomfortably aware that he'd been told multiple times the white button up shirt and dark suit he wore after his games made him look sexy.
Allen's first thought was 'Shit, she's a fast runner.'
His second thought was 'Oh God, she's going to rape me.'
Then, Lenalee was sitting beside him with her long eyelashes, smiling sweetly, and her notebook and pen in her hand.
"So," she began, "is it true that you're gay? And if so, is it also true that you're currently in a relationship with your senior teammate, and the Exorcists' lead scorer, Yuu Kanda?"
Allen starred at her, his brain processing her word as though they were being heard through glue. He blinked once…twice… and then he turned redder than Lavi's hair.
His third thought was, 'This would've been so much easier if she had just tried to rape me…'
"Wh-Wh-What!?" he shrieked, horrified to hear his voice was high and unmanly. No-one knew that he was gay --- no one but his Lavi. And the only reason Lavi knew was because he had helped Allen through the realization he was gay as a fellow homosexual.
Lenalee didn't seem phased at all by Allen's stunned expression as she craned forwards a little more and repeated her question.
"Are you gay? With Yuu Kanda?" she repeated. "Yuu Kanda – 18 years old, a left wing forward, jersey #08. Standing 5'10, weighs 61 kg, born in Japan. He has a low academic average compared to you– a 63% -- but that's beside the point. For years, there have been rumors that he's gay, but it's never been proven. I know for a fact, however, that both you and Lavi Bookman are gay, so I wanna find out which one of you he's dating. So, is it you?"
"I… he… umm… wait, what!? That makes no sense at all!" Allen stumbled over his words and hurriedly tried to force down the dark blush in his cheeks. "You can't know he's gay just by interviewing Lavi and I! And b-besides, how do… how did you find out that I'm… well, gay?"
"Your uncle told me."
Allen choked on his own spit and went from being red with embarrassment to red with anger.
Cross was going to die.
"He said WHAT!?"
"I-I-I'm sorry," Lenalee quickly said, seeing Allen's expression grow threatening. "I-I didn't mean to be do anything offensive, but I just –"
"YES, AS A MATTER OF FACT I AM GAY!" Allen yelled, sending Lenalee into a stunned silence, her hand frozen over her notebook. "BUT IT'S NONE OF MY DRUNKEN UNCLES GODDAMN BUSINESS TO BE TELLING PEOLE THAT! ARGH! THAT FAT, STUPID, BROKE --"
"Ummm, Allen? Does your team… know your gay?..."
"NO! THAT'S NONE OF THEIR BUISNESS EITHER!"
"O-oh. I understand, but uhh, it's just that your yelling really loudly, and umm… this room isn't soundproof…"
Allen froze, horror turning his features pale.
"I'm really sorry," Lenalee said, feeling horrible for dragging Allen into this interview. "I just don't want you to accidentally reveal to the entire rink that you're gay, especially if you –"
"MY PRECIOUS LENALEEEEEEEE !" The door to the dressing room was kicked open as Komui Lee came barreling in to wrap his arms around his beloved little sister, cuddling her to his chest.
"Nii-san!" Lenalee cried in frustration, rolling her eyes and tugging her brother's arms off of her. "I'm in the middle of an interview! Get out please."
"But my lovely Lenalee!" Komui shrieked, "You're alone with a man in a dressing room! A testosterone-over-run jock at that! And THE DOOR WAS LOCKED! What if something had happened to you? What if this horrible, hideous, perverted man had tried something while you were alone and defenseless in here?"
There was a momentarily silence, before a dark and ominous aura filled the air, making it hard for Allen to breathe. Komui turned his eyes onto the young Exorcist and glared.
"You didn't try anything with my darling Lenalee, did you?" Komui hissed, his face darkened with the promise of pain and torture if Lenalee had been touched in any way.
Then, Komui realized who the frozen, slack-jawed Exorcist was that was sitting beside his sister was, and his posture noticeably relaxed.
"Oh, it's only you Allen!" Komui said, chuckling slightly. He wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, Lenalee, you scared me for a moment! I thought you were in here with an actual man –"
Allen felt his masculinity crumble at Komui's words.
He would have responded to his General Manager and protested, but words once again failed him as another figure entered the now unlocked room like a sleek shadow.
Sickness and admiration fluttered like butterflies in Allen's stomach.
"Kanda?..." Allen said as the Japanese teen stalked into the room, his dark suit clinging to his broad shoulders and chest. Had Kanda heard what he'd said?! He had been yelling but… but.. Yuu couldn't know! He couldn't!
"Hmph. Moyashi," Kanda said, sparing him only a moment's glance before he walked purposefully in the room, grabbed Komui, and all but dragged him out by his ear while he cried for Lenalee.
"Komui," Kanda began in a low grumble, "Coach Krory wants to see you down the hall. He said something about your stupid zamboni machine –Koumrin, or whatever that piece of shit is called. Apparently someone broke it –"
"NOOO! NOT THE KOUMRIN IV!" Komui took off running and Allen was, to say the least, impressed at how fast the Lee family seemed to be able to run. He wondered if they'd ever thought of joining the Olympic team.
Then, to Allen's great surprise, Kanda suddenly walked back into the room and closed the door behind him, leaving all three teens in the room together.
Lenalee's eyes widened for an instant, before she bit the end of her pen and grinned like a cat who'd eaten a delicious canary.
"Hmm, what's this?" she said, feigning surprise. "The infamously stoic Yuu Kanda is defending and protecting one of his teammates? Yuu, I'm impressed."
"No, you're fucking ecstatic. I can tell," Kanda corrected, sending the girl a cold, uncaring sneer. She just continued grinning, letting out small giggle as Allen starred at them both in clear confusion.
"Uhh, why is she ecstatic?" Allen braved to ask.
Kanda's eyes seemed to darken and Allen momentarily wondered if he was about to die. Then Yuu's hands were on his shoulders, forcing him back into the wall as Yuu sat beside him and loomed over the younger Exorcist.
"Because she was right about me being gay, and she guessed right about which Exorcist I want," Kanda murmured, then Allen's mouth was claimed by a pair of aggressive lips and teeth.
Shocked, Allen froze for one whole moment, positive had to be dreaming the most wonderful thing imaginable. Then, Yuu's tongue flicked over his lips, as if savoring how swollen he had made them, and Allen threw his hands in Kanda's silky hair and was kissing his lips in a blind attempt to have his lips on those of the sexy, older Exorcist as much as possible.
Allen didn't have to pull away to know that Yuu was smirking against his lips.
Kanda leaned in closer, flicking his tongue at Allen's rosy lips in an erotic gesture that made Allen feel incredibly hot. A moan came from Allen's throat and he had to resist the urge to crawl onto Kanda's lap and wiggle around so the older man would give him more of that euphoric attention.
"I knew it," Lenalee shrieked from somewhere behind Allen. "This is so going into next week's paper! Can you say 'Front Page News'?" She made a sound of excitement and Allen froze in horror, quickly turning away from Kanda to stare in dread at the emerald-haired journalist.
"You can't… please…" Allen said, his voice weak.
"Give me one reason why not," Lenalee said in clear disbelief.
Kanda just ignored her, pulling Allen into his arms possessively and biting his earlobe. Allen struggled to escape his teammates hold, but the other man was far stronger.
"Che. Who would believe you if you said I was gay?" Kanda muttered suddenly, pausing from his ministrations. "And besides, if you write a word about Allen or I in the paper, then Komui is going to find out about that time you gave Reever a lap dance. I still have the pictures."
Shock and silence spread over the room.
Kanda sacrificed a moment from molesting his moyashi to look at Lenalee. His dark eyes were glinting and a devilish smirk was plastered to his lips.
Lenalee turned redder than Allen had even seen someone turn, before she shot to her feet like an exploding bottle rocket.
"Oh my God, look at the time! I have to get going! I just suddenly remembered how much I've always wanted to do an article on the baseball team! I'm going to go write an article on that, so take care Kanda, and it was great to finally meet you Allen! Let's have lunch together on Monday! And by the way, you and Kanda make a really really sexy couple. Okay, BYE!"
Lenalee was out of the room and out of hearing range within seconds. Allen just gawked after her. Kanda continued to nip at his moyashi's earlobe and lick his neck.
"So, moyashi, care to test out your theory on my big mouth?"
Allen just turned bright red and whimpered as a tongue flickered over his swollen lips again.
God, he loved hockey.
The ending was a bit of a cop-out, but I didn't quite know how I could end this one. –sigh— Oh well…
Here's the description for Prompt #5, and I can't believe YULLEN WEEK IS ALMOST OVER!!!
–sobs into her Yullen tissue—
On the good hand though, Yuu's birthday is in two days! Awww! I hope his moyashi gets him something nice. (^_^)
Theme #5: Doll
Summary: Another dead person's wake? Great. Another doll dressed up in some tuxedo he's never worn before and wearing lipstick and eyeliner. Hahaha….oh, that's your dad, Yuu?....oh.
Rating: T
Oh, and FYI, I'll probably be late posting Prompts 5 and 6 because tomorrow is packed for me with things to do. XD. Ugh. Which also means, I can't read anyone else's wonderful Yullen stories until thats done. NOOOOOOO~!!!
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