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Allen stood in front of the mirror readjusting the red ribbon tied around her throat. It had been over a week since she woke up and 'fully' recovered from her starvation during their last mission.
Honestly, she still wasn't sure that it was one but to doubt a superior's orders in her situation was suicide. At least she could leave the questioning to Kanda.
She sighed before feeling a low gurgling sound in her stomach. On instinct, Allen dived for the toilet and chucked up her breakfast. She couldn't understand it, she didn't feel unwell but still this was happening.
Allen had thought it was normal to throw up food if you had been starved from it but to finally eat her usual amount and throwing it up was concerning. She frowned at the sickening mess before flushing the toilet and rinsed her mouth of the bile.
'Hurry up moyashi!' Allen growled as she heard the dreaded nickname being shouted through the closed bathroom door.
'In a minute and my name is Allen, JERK!' She shouted back as she exited the bathroom to find Kanda standing by the door looking as pissed as usual. He was already packed and his red and grey coat baring the silver cross was secured over his shoulders.
'About fucking time moyashi,' Kanda grunted as Allen glared at him and went over to the bed where her small briefcase sat packed and ready for them to depart.
'It's not like we need to be there in a hurry,' Allen grumbled as Kanda che'd and exited the room. She followed close behind as they left the inn and headed to the train station.
If she remembered correctly, their train would be leaving somewhere before lunchtime. Probably about 11:32 if she could recall and if it was that then they had a good hour or so before the train left.
'Why do we need to be there this early Kanda?' Allen asked as they made their way through the crowds. A clock built into the face of a tower loomed overhead like a beacon to indicate where the station was. Unfortunately, the samurai didn't reply immediately, which didn't sit well with Allen.
'Bakanda!'
'Do I have to explain every fucking thing?' Kanda growled as Allen pouted.
'Well of course, you never mentioned anything in the first place moron,' she argued back as Kanda grizzled while they stepped into the station.
'Because I said so,'
'What kind of excuse is that?' Kanda just threw an annoyed look over his shoulder as they got to the platform where an earlier train was taking passengers.
'Are we catching an earlier one?' Allen asked aloud not expecting the samurai to answer at all but he surprised her.
'What else?' She groaned. Honestly, half the time she wondered why Kanda even bothered answering anything!
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Several hours Allen sat in the compartment feeling slightly ill. She had never been motion sick before but there was a first for everything, right?
Her head pressed against the welcomed coolness of the glass window. It was small relief but it had to do for now.
'You okay moyashi?' She growled her displeasure at the nickname but made an effort to look at the asshole who continued to call her that.
'I'm fine,' Allen muttered but talking did seem to help her.
'Yeah right baka, you're as pale as your hair,' Kanda snorted as Allen glanced away from him.
'Leave me alone,' maybe she should just nap this off while waiting to reach Headquarters. However her thoughts were disrupted when fingertips brushed through her curtain of hair and touched her forehead.
Startled, Allen threw a punch at whoever dared to touch her but Kanda easily caught it. He was frowning like he always did but there was something else there.
'You're burning up baka moyashi, why didn't you fucking tell me?' Allen stared at him trying to see if this was a joke. Yuu Kanda never cared about anyone's wellbeing unless they were to stall the mission.
'Just stop it, stop acting like you care,' her voice wavered slightly as she felt tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Then she tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held onto it. Allen suddenly began to feel scared.
'Let go!' Allen demanded as she continued to thrash about.
'Not until you calm the fuck down!' Kanda growled, holding both her wrists tighter.
'No!' She struggled harder throwing kicks wherever she could to get free.
'AREN!'
She paused as she heard her name. Kanda had said her name, well not exactly but it was close enough.
'Just calm down, I'm not trying to hurt you, believe me,' Allen stared deep into his cobalt blue eyes. He wasn't lying, Kanda didn't seem good at it but he was good at hiding his emotions.
She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she leaned forward. Her lips brushed up against his with little resistance. Kanda completed the gesture by moving closer. Allen's breath hitched at the contact but melted into the kiss.
They slowly parted and Allen glanced away not knowing how to take this. Wasn't he angry with her? But before she could ask Kanda sat beside her and glanced across the compartment. His face was lightly dusted pink.
'Go to sleep,' Allen leaned onto his shoulder and slowly entwined her fingers with his.
'Kanda, you wouldn't mind teaching me some sword maneuvers?' She asked as Kanda grunted.
'I thought I told you to sleep,' Allen giggled.
'I'm sorry,'
Kanda sighed haggardly and squeezed her hand tighter.
'When you get over this fever then I will,'
'Thank you,'
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Took me a while to write this. I kept revising it before I was satisfied but I'm going to move onward… probably another time skip… maybe?
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