New chappie my pretties. Sorry if it's short D:
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Allen stared blankly at the falling snow.
It was only November in England, but the snow had decided now was the right time to start falling.
But it was beautiful.
Snow had been constant presence in his life. His birthday was generally during snow...since it was Christmas.
He sat on the wooden bench, watching people dart around the street in front of him. They were all wrapped up and tucked away in their many layers of clothing. For all he knew, they could be Noah since none of their skin was showing.
But that was how he lived now. Always cautious around the general population, never trusting anything or anyone.
It, essentially...was a life of fear.
They always said that they were winning this war. That the Earl would soon meet his end.
But Allen didn't believe that.
He knew he would live the rest of his life in fear. He knew the Earl would not be destroyed before his death.
But he wasn't really giving much leeway, considering he was gonna die soon.
But still , the worlds affairs wouldn't matter to him in death. He would never know if the earl got destroyed, or if the Akumal souls were all freed. Or that humans could live safely without that unknown threat looming and watching,
He knew he wouldn't never see the end of this war...but he would do as much as he could to help.
...but his resolve didn't count for anything if his innocence didn't work.
He might as fell die right here - on this bench - if that was the case.
"Oi, Moyashi" he heard from next to him. Allen turned to look up at his companion.
"When are you going to stop greeting me that way?" Allen sighed, standing up with his small briefcase.
Kanda huffed, not deeming that worthy of a reply, before walking into the building Allen had been sitting in front of.
The hotel.
Allen sighed again, following the Japanese man inside. As soon as the door closed behind him, he felt warmth envelop him. Smiling in content, he followed Kanda up the staircase.
The hotel was simple, quiet, unassuming.
Just what exorcists needed.
Kanda kept walking up the many stairs with little difficulty. But to Allen, they just kept going and going. He stopped for breath on the third flight, leaning against the ordinate barricade. Kanda turned, and Allen saw Kanda watching him from the corner of his eye.
Kanda sighed audibly.
The man walked back down the flight of steps and snatched his briefcase from him. Allen let it go without much complaint, following Kanda again as the man took off.
Eventually, they made it to their temporary accommodation.
Kanda already had the door unlocked by the time Allen arrived, and walking inside. Allen breathed heavily as he reached flat ground. He wanted to just collapse where he stood, but it would probably be less of a hassle if he collapsed on his bed.
And if he did collapse here, he knew for a fact that Kanda would leave him there, locking the door on him.
He groaned, before shuffling inside.
It was a smile room. Small bathroom and two single beds. Allen noticed that there was not two rooms, and that Kanda would be sleeping in the same room as him.
But he didn't have enough energy to care.
Allen just went to the bed Kanda hadn't claimed and flopped onto the mattress.
"You know." He heard Kanda speak after a moment. "Just because you are dying, doesn't mean you have to act so weak."
Allen turned his head from his mattress to snap back at him.
"Yeah, says the guys that can heal himself" he growled, before adding. "Don't be a damn hypocrite."
Kanda tuned to face him, anger in his eyes.
"Oh yeah, you wanna fight a kid with one foot in the grave. How noble. I wonder...does it fit into your samurai code?" Allen responded.
Something he said seemed to take Kanda back a bit, before he recovered slightly and snapped back at him.
"There is no damn code, Moyashi. Not one I follow anyway." He grumbled, standing up and walking around the bed to the side he shared with Allen. He fixed a couple of things before sitting on his bed.
Allen hadn't moved, still laying face down in his bed, despite the fact that he had turned his head to watch Kanda.
"It's Allen." He said after a pause.
"Yeah, well no one cares!" Kanda snapped, throwing his hands up into the air and glaring at him. But Allen was completely far too tired to feel affected.
"I do. It's my name." He replied airily.
"Oh yeah. Great name. Must feel nice to be named after a dog" Kanda said maliciously.
"Yeah? Well where did your name come from, Yuu?" Allen retorted.
Kanda stood up. He grabbed the briefcase from the floor and flung it at Allen. Allen deflected with a groggy arm, making it bounce back onto his bed. It bounced for a moment, before settling near the edge.
"Don't. Call. Me. Yuu" he growled viciously.
"Don't call me you?" Allen repeated, pretending to be confused.
Kanda hissed turning from him and snatching his clothes from his suitcase with vigor. He turned back to the boy, snarling.
"Shut up, Moyashi." Kanda said, before turning and stalking to the bathroom.
The door slammed loudly, the sound waves it created echoing around the room and making the window panes wobble. Allen chuckled weakly. Kanda was always a good point for stress relief.
He groaned, before hauling himself into a upright position. Rubbing his tingling cursed eye, he looked over at his suitcase, deciding to get changed himself.
His eye always tingled when he was outside of the order. There were Akuma's everywhere in the outside world. He could always pick up some trails left behind in the towns they visited.
He sighed again, pulling out a bunch of clothes lazily, trying to find what he was looking for.
He had to hurry up before Kanda came back. He quickly stripped his coat, pants and shoes. And, with a bit of wiggling and skilful manoeuvring he managed to shove on his long pyjama pants. He sighed, now that the slightly awkward part was over.
In the bathroom, he heard the faucet on. Kanda was brushing his teeth.
Allen decided to quickly undo his dress shirt, fumbling for his night shirt in the pile he had taken out.
He felt the cold of the night seep though the wall and into his skin. He knew he was just imagining it, the walls were perfectly insulated.
But he always felt vulnerable without his shirt.
He knew that Kanda knew what he had beneath his clothing. Kanda had been there the night he'd stabbed himself.
But he had no intention of letting Kanda see it. Or any of him.
Allen quickly found the shirt, shoving it over his head and pulling it over his thin scarred body. He heard the faucet turn on and off again.
Seemed Kanda was done too.
Kanda walked out, still obviously put out. He put away his things, before throwing back the covers on his own bed.
Allen quickly disappeared into the tiny bathroom to sort himself out.
It was a simple room. Shower, basin, toilet. Allen walked inside, shutting the door behind himself. He quickly did his business, sorting out his tooth brush and wetting it, before placing in between his teeth.
He began brushing his teeth. Allen scrubbed his pearly whites, fiddling with his innocence hand as the other brushed. He flexed it this way and that, testing its durability and getting lost in his thoughts.
As Allen finished, spitting out the paste and rising his mouth...he looked up.
And right into the mirror.
His Noah shadow loomed behind him, the creepy grin never seeming to leave his ghastly face.
"I don't have time for you, bastard." He hissed.
He picked up his things and left the small room, now in a horrible mood. He quickly swept past Kanda, whom was sitting in bed and reading something Japanese. Allen couldn't care less at the moment.
He threw back his own covers on his bed, throwing his toiletries bag into the general vicinity of his case. He slipped in between his sheets, pulling the duna up to his chin.
He sighed loudly, feeling ambivalent emotions. He just wanted the day to be over...before he would have to do it all again.
Sighing again, Allen closed his eyes. He turned away from Kanda's burning gaze and faced the wall.
He felt sleep pull at him, tugging him away and into the land where anything was possible. He felt it magnetise him, tearing apart the fragments of his horrible reality as it drew him closer.
It felt it urging him, encouraging him.
He felt a small smile slip onto his lips.
And he let it take him away.
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So...t'was okay? And do you guys like how Kanda and Allen interact?
Let me know~
God Bless,
SephrinaRose