Allen sat in bed—stunned. Did Kanda's voice sound…
hurt?
He hustled out of his bed—tossing the covers without another worry.
He was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt that was too big for him.
He ran out looking for Kanda, he leaned over the top of the stairs to see if Kanda was downstairs.
He wasn't.
Allen sighed. He must've been in his room.
Allen still proceeded down to the kitchen to eat the still steaming breakfast Kanda had made for him.
He finished eating alone and put the dishes away for Kanda.
The white haired boy trudged up the stairs.
What had he done?
What it his fault that he missed his only boyfriend ever?
Allen's anger bubbled. He missed Lavi, and it was just a simple mistake.
Why was that so bad? He marched to Kanda's room and opened the door.
"KA—." Allen stopped and hushed himself.
Kanda was fast asleep—on the floor on his back.
He looked like a glass sculpture.
Allen walked over. Maybe he could wake him up and tell him to sleep on the damn bed he provided for him.
But Allen felt bad as he crouched down next to his slave.
He probably never had it any better than this—sleeping on the floor of some boy
that bought him.
Allen felt like crying—but held his tears back.
Instead, he tucked some of his ivory snow white hair behind one ear and leaned forward
to lay a gentle kiss upon the other's lips.
Though Allen didn't know it—Kanda was awake…he just had his eyes closed.
He wanted to push the stupid sprout away and tell him to fuck off.
But…strangely found himself liking this affection.
You idiot. He still loves what's his face. That red head.
…But this thought didn't change his mind when he hesitantly kissed back.
