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Kanda pulled away from the injured boy, to see that Allen's face was bright red. Kanda realized that he was in the wrong in this situation, just realizing that his actions had consequences.
"I'm sorry," Kanda whispered.
Allen's eyes remained blank, but then his face broke out into a wide grin, "Do it again."
Kanda complied, sinking into the kiss, pushing away the fact that even he was surprised by his actions, but it just felt so right. The kiss was deepened as Kanda pressed both of his hands into the mattress leaning over Allen, but being careful all the same not to hurt him.
Both Allen and Kanda jumped apart when there was a loud nock at the door, Allen glanced at Kanda, then spoke out loud to whoever it was outside the door, "Come in."
Jim walked in, grinning from ear to ear, "Mr. Walker, you're up!"
Allen smiled and nodded.
"And just in time for the train too! I wonder how we'll transport you… a wheelchair, perhaps?" Jim said, glancing at Kanda.
"Yeah, that should work."
"Hang on," Allen interrupted, "I can walk."
"Yeah, Bean? Try it."
Allen glared at Kanda, who only looked calmly back, and Allen swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pushed himself up, and ignored the nausea that came through him in a wave. He looked at Kanda defiantly, but didn't trust himself to speak or else he might puke all over Kanda.
"Move," Kanda ordered.
Allen visibly paled and took a step forward before wincing and fresh blood seeped through his bandage.
"See idiot? Now I have to change your bandages. You're taking the wheelchair."
Allen huffed, and glared out the window as Kanda smirked, "We should get going. The train leaves in four hours and because of the Moyashi, we can't hop it, so we can't be late, and it will take us longer to wheal his skinny ass across town."
"Hey!"
"Shut up."
"Fuck you."
"Looks like someone has a stick up their ass," Kanda mocked.
"You would too, if you got sliced in half."
"It only broke your skin and some of your muscle, calm down."
"Yeah, I bet that that's equivalent to a very big stick."
"You'll live."
"Well, I'm sorry I don't have super human healing abilities."
"Yeah, well, I'm special, get used to it," that shut Allen up, as he looked with his mouth wide open at Kanda, who just smirked.
Jim coughed, and the two young men glared at him, "Yeah, you said we were leaving?"
Kanda nodded, "We need a wheelchair."
"The Inn Keeper said that he has one that we can use, said he found it in storage and never got to selling it. He says he can give it to us for cheap."
"Good get it and have it at the foot of the stairs, I'll carry beansprout there."
"It's Allen, Baka."
"No one gives a shit."
The finder rolled his eyes, left the two to their bickering and descended the stairs to talk to the Inn Keeper.
When he could hear Jim's foot falls on the stairs, Kanda quickly changed Allen's bandages, because the idiot got them dirty, and tossed Allen a button down shirt, so he wouldn't be prancing around the town wrapped only in gauze.
Once Allen put on his shirt, Kanda gently slid his arms under Allen, and lifted him up bridal style. Allen pouted when he saw this, but Kanda shut up his complaints by kissing him. Looks like he finally found an efficient way to shut the kid up.
Kanda walked down the stairs, careful not to go too quickly or roughly as to not upset Allen's wound, and placed him in the wheelchair where all of the finders were waiting.
They thanked the Inn Keeper and left the building, a finder carrying both Kanda's and Allen's bags, because Allen couldn't have a bag without it touching his wound, and Kanda couldn't because he was pushing Allen.
They continued down the cobble stoned street, Allen trying not to wince as each bump aggravated his wound and caused more blood to seep through the bandage. Kanda stopped pushing the wheel chair after noticing Allen's discomfort, and decided to carry Allen until they past the cobble stones.
The finders at first looked curiously at the transaction, but then brushed it off after they saw Kanda's logic.
"Let go! I'm fine!" Allen complained, clearly not noticing the logic. Kanda looked down at Allen's pouting face and resisted the urge to kiss him right in front of everybody.
"Shut it Moyashi, if you keep on getting wheeled on the cobblestones, then you will bleed even more. They I'll have to change your bandages and hope that you didn't pass out from fucking blood loss."
Allen crossed his arms and glared away from Kanda. Kanda smirked.
"Fine," Allen muttered, and allowed himself to be carried, only to fall asleep from the exertion of pushing his body without fully recovering.
Kanda sighed as he felt Allen fall asleep in his arms. He looked down at his serein face, and nearly smiled. The stupid Moyashi was getting to him. He was Kanda for fucking crying out loud! Alas, he was still human, and by that nature, had to resist the temptation to brush away the white lock of hair that had fallen in between Allen's eyes, and kiss him on the spot.
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Allen woke up in the infirmary tucked neatly underneath crisp sheets. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, fully taking in the fact that he was back at headquarters. Why was he in the infirmary? Then it hit him… The mission, the Akuma, the injury… the kiss…
Allen's face flared up bright red, remembering Kanda's soft lips on his own…
There was a creek as the infirmary door opened, and the nurse came through, she smiled at Allen, noticing that he was awake and asked him how he was feeling.
He smiled, like he would normally, though he wasn't fine. He needed to talk to a certain samurai…
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