hee hee chapter 3 XD
im all retarded rite now......
disclaimer: i do not own any of these characters they all belong to Katsura Hoshino!!
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Lavi looked up from his breakfast.
"Did you just hear some one scream?" he asked Lenalee.
"No, why?" Lenalee too looked up from her breakfast of chocolate cake (I mean, who has chocolate cake for breakfast?).
"Well, it sounded like Yuu, when he screamed at the huntsman under his bed, sounded like a girl." Lavi continued in between mouthfuls of food, chuckling as he thought back, "Ahhh Yuu, he's funny, stayed in my room for the whole day after the huntsman incident."
"Kanda screaming at a spider? No way!" Lenalee laughed as Lavi tried to convince her that it was true.
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Kanda screamed a girly scream. A scream that would break glass if there were any. A scream that nearly broke Allen's eardrums if he hadn't covered them with his hands.
For ten continuous seconds Kanda screamed.
Finally, it stopped.
"Man Kanda, do you have to scream because I came out of my room?" Allen stuck a finger inside his ear to make sure they weren't bleeding, "Quite loud too."
But Kanda wasn't looking at him.
"Kanda, look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Allen was still pissed at Kanda's bad manners.
Kanda's face was red, as if he had eaten a really hot chilly (gosh my descriptions are bad). He looked out the window as if embarrassed to look at Allen.
"I said look at me when I'm talking to you!" Allen had seriously had enough. He grabbed Kanda's cheeks and made him face him. They looked each other in the eyes for a split second, then Kanda's eyes drated away, his face turning a slight shade of crimson.
"What's the problem?!" Allen shrieked, "Why won't you look at me?"
Kanda coughed, as if telling him it was the most oblivious thing in the world and indicated to Allen's bare chest.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH NOT WEARING A SHIRT?" Allen's voice bellowed down the hall, echoing and bouncing off the stone walls.
Passerby's looked at Allen, then looked away awkwardly, like Kanda had.
"What is it with every one today?" Allen wanted to cry, "What's wrong with my chest…." He put his hands on his chest.
Allen didn't want to look down. It wasn't the fact that every one was staring at it. Or that every one wanted to look away when glancing at it. It was the fact that he didn't know what was going on. He felt an air of uncertainty, as his hands scanned over his chest.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Allen looked down. He feared what he was going to see, what the whole world was staring at:
His chest.
Allen looked down.
Again, there was another scream.