Disclaimer: I do not own DGM.
Warnings: Unbeta'ed, Bad grammar.
Author's Note: Booooring chapter. *drools* Atarashi Petto is roughly translated as 'New Pet'.
Kinda of edited. Stills sucks, I know...
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Atarashi Petto
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Who wouldn't hear it? It was so damn obvious and they weren't even trying to lower their annoying high pitch voices which were quite ironic because they were not really shouting, they were actually whispering and that makes it more annoying - it's annoying because he could still hear it no matter what how much he wished that he couldn't.
Why? It was because they weren't really trying to hide it from him.
They were actually trying to be heard by him.
Allen sulked as he walked towards the fifth room in the hallway of the school. It was Monday morning and his day wasn't even starting but it was already practically ruined. He felt a huge lump of irritation grew on his chest as he tried to close his ears to the growing number of hush voices that was now echoing throughout the whole building.
They were all talking about him!
Talk about being inconspicuous.
I can hear you, damnit!
His steps grew heavier and heavier until he felt that he couldn't walk anymore. He stared at his worn out black shoes that he secretly hide to his bag when he moved out to that bastard's house and insisted to used it despite the number of pricey shoes that were now lined up outside his room. Houseboys were not supposed to get expensive shoes, right? Especially if the said expensive shoes were from his employer, right?
Allen felt his head throb.
That was actually one of his now growing dilemmas.
It seemed that his boss (aka the bastard with bastardly long hair and bastardly high-class annoying attitude) had a rather strange and abnormal fetish of buying different things for Allen. It ranged from foods, clothes, shoes, portable game consoles and all the things that you could now think of.
He couldn't believe it at first – the very first time he saw a very expensive box of shoes hanging outside his room (a room that was too big and unfitted for a houseboy in Allen's opinion). He left it where he first saw it and proceeded to his daily house chores. Saturday and Sunday mornings inside the mansion were the best time of the day for Allen. Why? The boss, Kanda Yuu, was apparently a very late-riser. It appears that the maids and those men in black were not allowed to the floor (where Kanda's room was located and ironically where Allen's room was also pitifully located) if Kanda was there. Probably because it might waken up the sleeping prince (insert Allen's sour face here) and they might wake up the demon frog within him and so fifth floor was practically a deserted a place every morning.
Anyway, back to the expensive box of shoe.
Remember that Allen left it outside his room unscathed? Well, after doing his job and he went inside his room to clean, he saw that box idly lying on his bed.
So obviously, Allen freaked out.
He was poor alright, but that doesn't mean that he fancied being accused of thievery!
He was an honest and law-abiding citizen!
And so his friend, Agitation, slowly crawled up to his ass.
His eyes traveled from the cursed box (that probably amounted at least three times his school expenses) to the unexpectedly presence sitting at the other side of the bed.
And the unexpected presence was holding his treasured sweater!
"What the bloody hell are you doing here? And what about this annoying box?" He pointed at the box and glared at it. Allen swore he saw it smirked at him. "And why are you holding my sweater? And WHAT THE BLOODY BOLLOCKS IS THIS BOX DOING ON MY BED?" The atrocity called Kanda just shrugged his shoulders, amusement was clearly displayed on his eyes. He fondled on his sweater again, as if he didn't heard Allen.
Allen stomped and hurriedly grabbed his sweater. "Stop staring at it! What was so amusing with a tattered and worn-out sweater like this?"
Kanda just stared at him, his eyes were now displaying something Allen couldn't comprehend.
Was it pity?
Allen cringed.
That was the last thing he wanted right now.
"It's amusing how you kept on insisting to keep old stuffs like this."
"It's none of your business!"
"It is." Kanda deadpanned. "By the way, why was this box still outside?" Kanda looked upon the silent box back to the still raging bean sprout. "You didn't see it this morning?"
Allen instantly forgotten about his rage. "I-I did… W-what about it?" He wanted to smack himself for stuttering even if it was just a little.
"Why didn't you brought here inside? I was the one who put it there." Kanda said and pointed to where the box was lying.
Allen turned his head to his right muttered darkly. "Obviously."
"Obviously what?"
Allen sighed and faced his boss.
"Obviously I didn't brought it in my room 'cause it's not mine and obviously you're the one who put it on my bed because there was no way in hell that it walked on its own." Allen deadpanned, feeling his veins getting hot inside his body.
This was really beyond ridiculous –
"You're an idiot."
– and of course, he was being an idiot.
Allen blinked and stopped his train of thoughts when he noticed that there was something wrong with the last thought he was having. He whipped his head to the scratching man in front of him and his felt his eyes narrowed dangerously. "What did you say?"
It seemed that his boss was actually quite fond of making Allen's blood boil.
"You're an idiot."
With no hesitation whatsoever, Kanda said it again and now staring at Allen like he was urging the white-haired albino to be mad at him more.
In which Allen actually responded well.
He threw the nearest pillow within his reach to that forever annoying face and wished it to be vanquished.
Kanda caught it and Allen couldn't tell if the pillow actually met the bastard's face.
The pillow unexpectedly stayed on Kanda's face hindering Allen to see what was going on the other side.
"It smells like you."
Kanda slowly removed the pillow from his face and Allen almost cursed when his eyes met those annoyingly smirking eyes.
But what he saw next aggravated him the most.
Kanda was now licking his lips as if he just licked something –
Allen's eyes darted to the innocent pillow on hanging on Kanda's fingers.
He couldn't be…
"Actually, it tastes like you."
Talk about perverseness.
Allen screamed and he threw whatever his hand touched towards the surprised Yuu.
Now try to imagine Kanda dancing in the tune of Allen's rage.
It was a clear act of OOC.
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(The shoes were later accepted when Allen realized that he just harmed his boss. Accepted because he accepted it – but that was just that. He apparently still had no plans in using them. After a week, piles and piles of expensive and signature shoes, clothes and accessories were seen blocking Allen's door. It seemed to him that this way the way of Kanda's taking revenge on Allen assault.)
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Allen sighed.
And that's what happened. He was now being 'punished' by being bombarded by those unbelievably expensive things.
Allen really hated rich people like Kanda.
They were taking everything and everyone for granted just because they could have everything and anyone they want.
It's all about money.
It all about how money could make the world go round.
It was the same with this school.
With these people.
He's Walker. I told you the rumor is true!
The infamous Allen Walker?
He was used being talked like this – the special student, the one who got in because of special scholarship, the commoner one, the one who doesn't talk much, the one who doesn't even know what caviar is.
I heard the son of Froi-sama bought him?
That Tiedoll Froi-sama?
Damn…
Allen bit his lips, not minding the clear pang of hurt jolted to his body.
Before, he was at least 'the student who got in because of his brain' but now, things were turning a lot more difficult to bear.
Because no matter how much Allen Walker did well in the class now, to all, he would still be the new and amazing student's new pet.
It was so degrading Allen could cry.
But he wouldn't. There was just no way in hell he would.
Like hell he would cry because of that bastard.
The classroom was a lot closer now. A few more steps and he would be now sitting at his chair at the back part of the room. Sitting at the back gave him the power to stare at other people. It was only their backs but it was a lot better than him being stared at.
A few more steps and he could now pretend that he was not affected by those hushed but cruel words.
A few more steps were all he needed.
He was sure that he was so close to his chair but how did he end up kissing the floor?
Someone tripped him on his way, of course.
And so the bullying had begun.
Allen gritted his teeth and felt the pain cursing through his body.
It hurts.
It bloody hurts, you know,
He was about to pull himself up when suddenly, he felt a pair of gentle hands scooped him and brought him to his feet. Then those said hands brushed his hair, thumbs were touching his cheeks and his now swollen and somewhat bleeding lips.
Allen remembered biting them a while ago.
It now tasted copper.
His mouth, that is.
It hurts.
"What the hell are you doing diving to the floor like that? You're looking for a fish?"
Laughter. The whole classroom laughed.
Allen felt his eyes stung. He clenched his fists and tried to stop his now trembling hands.
He so wanted to cry.
These damn worthless people.
Damn them and their perfect world.
Damn Kanda Yuu for making him felt like this.
Damn them.
Damn him. Damn hi –
His hurting face collided to a soft but sturdy chest.
"Baka. If you badly wanted one, you could have asked me."
It wasn't right.
He should have flinched, shouted and threw a fit but somehow, the gentle ruffling on his hair send bolts of calming emotions on Allen.
He was being hugged so tight that he didn't really have to stand on his feet.
Allen felt he was floating.
His lips and face still hurts but it wasn't like before.
The calming scent of Kanda's shirt caressed his nose.
It hurts.
It still hurts.
"Silly moyashi…"
But at least it was warm unlike the coldness that was wrapping him before.
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It's warm and –
Allen muffled an objection when he felt something tugging his face.
The warm thing was being taken away from him.
"Stop snuggling, moyashi. You'll get my shirt wet."
Allen suddenly opened his eyes and almost puked when he realized that Kanda was carrying him – bridal style. His face was buried to the bastard's shirt.
He fell asleep!
"Are you awake now, princess?"
Instead of flailing, he let the long-haired young man carried him.
(Pretend you didn't heard the word princess. Pretend you didn't heard the word princess. Pretend you didn't heard the word princess...)
Maybe it was because he was feeling tired.
Or maybe because of the fact that at the back of his mind, he was remembering something… A memory that seemed so distant.
A feeling of being protected and being loved…
What was it…?
"Shut BaKanda. This is basically your fault so bear with it."
"You're just looking for an excuse to hug me."
Allen brought his hands to that exposed long and slender neck and gripped it with all his might.
Choking grunts were heard echoing on the hallway of the school's clinic.
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Another OOC brought to you by Kanda Yuu
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24 hours later, a group of students were seen hanging in the bridge at the river near Allen and Kanda's school.
They were all pleading for help.
Yay.
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OMAKE
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"We're gonna watch what?" Allen's eyes went impossibly wide.
"Anime, moron. Do I really have to repeat it twice?"
"Shut up! Don't call me a moron, moron!"
"Che. An actual moron calling a non-moron is actually pretty moronic."
Allen snarled at Kanda but his eyes were wandering on the DVD he was holding.
"Curious, moyashi?" Kanda smirked evilly when he caught Allen off guard.
Allen's eyes twitched in annoyance.
"Shut up."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…so… what's the title?" Allen gulped as he tried to avoid those smirking eyes.
"Hana Yori Dango."
(another) Author's Notes: The first (regular) reader of this fic who will get the purpose/importance of the OMAKE at the end of this chapter will receive a date to Kanda for one night *cough* or I'll write a one-shot solely dedicated to you… XD
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