Over a month had passed and Allen was still living his life as a geisha. Day by day, his morale got lower and lower of seeing either of his princes again. Perhaps it was nothing but a fleeting crush…but then why did a crush hurt so much? Allen was so confused and left to fend for himself.
He was sent to the doctor's and questioned repeatedly to make sure he was still a virgin. People testified to seeing Allen and the questioning finally stopped.
The day as rainy again..like so many nights before on that day…Allen couldn't sleep again and sat in a corner of his room after Sanae left. He didn't want to be a geisha, he didn't want to hurt this much.
He didn't want a heart.
If he didn't have one, maybe this would've been easier.
His snow white hair was tousled and messy as his arms cradled his head. He silently sobbed in the gray room to himself. So many things were taken away from him. It was always something he held close to his heart. His mom…his dad…
Kanda…Lavi. Why was it always him?
A choked gasp came from Allen's lips as he fell to the floor. He stayed there, pitifully sprawled on the ground, finally letting sound escape his mouth as a single
grieving sob was released into the pale and dismal atmosphere.
It lingered and echoed throughout the room. Allen wanted to lead a happy life
where none of this would've ever happened…
Sure, he got to go to parties with Kiseki-sama and he was always adored by all
the men and women as he performed. But Allen could not accept anyone else's love for he knew not how to love himself.
Allen stayed perfectly still and silent like a broken doll sprawled on the floor. He
stopped crying, he stopped caring, all he could hope for was to stop breathing.
A life of a geisha was not as glamorous as one would expect. Allen had never
asked for this life, he was forced to walk a path he had not even set for himself.
Everything was dictated by someone else. Nothing was Allen's to keep but his own body. And he had to give that away as well.
"Psssst. Allen-san." said a whisper from the window. Allen didn't move.
"Allen…are you there?" the voice was louder at normal speaking level. And it
seemed worried.
Allen sat up and fixed his kimono. He didn't want to look like he'd been in utter
agony and had been crying.
"Y-Yes. I'm here." He said, his soft voice interrupted by an upset hiccup.
The white haired boy slowly stood, fixing his kimono again for good measure and
gracefully walked over to the window.
He opened the curtains to slowly reveal tufts of fiery red hair. It was Lavi.
"What brings you here?" Allen whispered dismally.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to see the fireworks show with me." The red
head whispered.
"I can't…" Allen began quietly, "last time I was caught sneaking out. Remember
Miyaki?" he said-a bit of fear entering his quavering voice.
Lavi leaned over, only a few centimeters separated their faces in the moonlight.
"It's okay. I'll protect you." He whispered with his meaningful emerald eyes.
Allen's eyes momentarily opened wide with shock. He felt tears well up in his eyes
again.
He hated himself for being so emotional, it was annoying.
"You really mean it?" he whispered.
"Yes." Lavi assured.
Allen felt his redheaded prince's lips meet his.