Um...Happy Birthday in October, Kanda. I guess. I don't know. Bizzaro birthday.
Enjoy some kind of sort of Yullen fluff...
Chapter 10
Kanda is out of bed so quickly, Allen doesn't see him moving. It's just – Kanda's in bed, then he's out of it. Lavi had told them that they had about four seconds before Kanda woke up enough to realize what the hell was happening, so they take advantage of these four seconds and bolt from in front of his room. Because, really, they aren't going to stand there and wait to die.
Everyone's laughing except for Kanda.
Lenalee is first down the stairs (she's a fast little bugger), followed by Lavi, then him. But see, the thing about pranking someone in the middle of the night is that you can't turn on any lights. So, it's not really that much of a surprise when Allen's foot connects with a container of soba noodles on one of the stairs and trips forward, knocking them all to the ground.
From their piled mess on the ground, they look up. They can barely see Kanda's outline at the top of the stairs, so they scramble away, split up. Allen hasn't been in his house more than once, so he's kind of at a disadvantage and keeps running into shit. Then light floods one of the rooms downstairs and he can see a little better.
He bites his lip, decides maybe it's better to hide. He ends up shoving himself in a cabinet in the kitchen, pressed against all kinds of spices and soba and shit. He tries to quiet his breathing, listens to hear for painful cries or growls of agitation. He doesn't hear either of those things.
Then the door is opening and he only takes a moment to register that Kanda somehow knew he was in there before he ducks under the man's arm and begins running away again.
"Kanda!" he exclaims, laughing. "Come on, it's your birthday! No need to be all uppity!" Then Kanda's tackled him to the ground and Allen figures that well, maybe he doesn't mind Kanda tackling him to the ground. Because they're just a tangled mess of limbs and they're scrambling around, Allen squeaking, Kanda growling. So he takes the opportunity and kisses Kanda. It kind of works, the man stills and Allen is about to run away, but then Kanda starts kissing him back and the plan has kind of backfired because now they're rolling on the floor in an entirely different manner.
"Oh come on guys," Allen hears Lavi's voice and has really, really never hated him more. "Get a room."
They part, and Kanda actually body slams Lavi to the ground. Then Lenalee walks in, curious, and he picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and dumps her on top of Lavi.
"What the fuck?" He asks once they're all together. Lavi's kind of groaning on the ground – the wind looks like it was completely knocked of him.
"Happy birthday?" Lenalee says encouragingly. She smiles at him nervously, and picks herself up off the ground.
"What the fuck?" Kanda repeats and Lavi takes his turn to try and explain.
"You see, Yu -"
"Shut the fuck up, I don't want you to explain." He looks pointedly at Allen.
"Why am I stuck with the responsibility?" Allen cries. "It was all Lavi's idea!" Kanda crosses his arms and Allen says, "Think of it this way, you will never run out of soba noodles."
Kanda growls something that sounds remotely like, 'I can't believe I kissed this idiot,' and stomps away, down the hall. Allen kind of thinks that everything is going to be okay when Lavi gasps.
"Yu! Come on, Yu! We're all friends here! Please don't go into the scary room and get Mugen! We're all friends! Please don't hurt me!" Lavi cries, scrambling up. "Come on, Yu, my love!" A door slams against a wall, and Allen isn't sure of whether it's being slammed open or shut, but he does know that Kanda probably doesn't enjoy Lavi calling him 'his love.' "Allen, you try!"
"I don't even know what's going on!" He replies, tone hushed. "Who's Mugen?"
Lavi grows silent. "There's something you need to know – about your boyfriend," he says dramatically. "He's actually a samurai from ancient Edo and Mugen is hi-"
"He isn't my boyfriend," Allen mutters, blushing, totally ignoring everything else Lavi said. Then Kanda walks in with this slasher smile and in his hand is – well it has to be a katana.
"Yu!" Lavi squeaks and Kanda's terrifying smile grows as he unsheathes the sword slightly, a glint of silver shining amongst the dark.
"Kanda!" Allen says, perhaps going crazy because he's walking up to Kanda and placing his hands over Mugen. "This is dangerous. You don't want to hurt us really, do you?"
Kanda considers him for a moment, then completely unsheathes Mugen. Allen steps back and Kanda points it at his forehead. "Maybe not you," he says, then goes to point it at Lavi. "But this was his idea. Now, you all can either clean up my goddamn house, or Lavi can die."
Well, that would put an end to a lot of their problems, but they can't kill him because then, well, they'd go to jail. And Allen wouldn't do well in jail.
So they scramble around and it ends up taking them longer to pick up the thirty-five or so containers of soba than it took them to hide them. Mainly because they just threw them all over the place at first and now they have to find them.
When they regroup in the kitchen, soba stacked neatly against his wall near his cabinet, Allen looks at the clock on the stove and sees that it's close to two. He doesn't really feel tired at all, though. When Kanda is sure that they've picked up all the soba (Which he accomplishes by making Lavi take out the receipt and match each container) he sheaths Mugen and places it on the island.
"Kanda…" Allen starts. "Why do you have that?"
Kanda leans over the countertop of the island and surveys the katana. It is very beautiful, Allen has to admit. "That man got it for me for my eleventh birthday."
"Eleventh?"
"Tiedoll was a bit eccentric," Lenalee laughs. "It was dulled at first, right?" Kanda nods. "Yeah, he made sure he got Kanda a dulled sword, but that didn't stop him. He just went and got it sharpened a couple weeks later."
"It stays in the scary place," Lavi whispers, eyeing Mugen rather like a scared and unfamiliar animal might.
"Scary place?"
"Weapon's room," Kanda rolls his eyes. "Come on." He begins walking in the same direction he had before, and Allen follows him. Meanwhile, Lenalee pats Lavi on the back, trying to cheer him up a bit.
"He was gonna kill me!" Allen hears him whimper, and has to stifle a laugh. Kanda smirks a bit and opens a door at the far end of the hall. When Kanda flips on the light, Allen holds his breath. He can see how Lavi is scared of the place. The room isn't very large, but it is very full. There are two armoires filled with what must be hunting guns to one wall – the wall to their left. The wall in front of them is lined with swords – rapiers, katanas, broadswords, probably about twelve or thirteen. The right wall is a large window, overlooks the backyard and there's a velvet loveseat underneath it. The wall that has the door, the final wall, is a single, very large armoire filled with trophies.
"He liked to showcase our talents," Kanda frowns. "He'd bring people in here all the time to show them."
Allen presses his fingers on the glass and looks in. There are all kinds of trophies in here, and he can see all their names on them – Kanda Yu, Noise Marie, Daisya Barry, Chaoji Han. Then Kanda is lightly pushing him to the side and unlocking the case. He pushes the glass to the side and points to one at the top. "That was my first trophy I won with Mugen."
It isn't big, but Kanda sets it in his hands and he realizes it's fairly heavy. He surveys it and says, "He must have been so proud of you."
Kanda scoffs and runs fingers through his bangs. He's since pulled his hair back up into its usual, high ponytail. "He was an idiot. Always getting excited or upset about useless things."
Allen smiles. "I wish I could have known him. He sounds like an amazing man."
"Che," Kanda sneers, but he isn't putting any effort behind the expression. Allen hands the trophy back to Kanda.
"Your brothers, they were talented like you, huh?"
"We all have our own interests and we happen to be good at them. Marie's blind, but he's always excelled in music, and Daisya likes soccer – Chaoji wrestles. Well, they all used to do those things, I don't have any idea what they're doing now. And I don't care."
"You don't even keep in touch with them?" Allen frowns.
"They try," there is actually a bit of disgust behind his sneer now. "They'll probably show up sometime today and encroach on my personal life yet again."
"They're your brothers, of course they would," Allen says. "You know, I've always kind of wished I could have brothers."
"You can take them," Kanda snarls. "They're aggravating." He sets the trophy back on the top shelf and shuts the armoire and locks it before Allen wraps his arms around Kanda's waist and nuzzles his face in Kanda's chest. The dark haired man freezes. "What?" He asks.
"They remind you of him, huh? When you all lived together?"
Kanda pries Allen's arms from around him, doesn't say anything as he turns off the light and leaves the room. Allen follows him and they make their way back to the kitchen.
"You are going to have nightmares tonight, Piglet," Lavi tells him. "I had bad dreams for weeks."
"You're exaggerating," Allen laughs, but Lenalee and Kanda are shaking their heads. Well, Kanda is kind of scary, but – well, maybe he isn't as scared of Kanda because Kanda doesn't threaten him as much. Lavi is threatened daily. Hourly, perhaps.
"Would all of you please get out of my house now?" Kanda asks. It's about two-fifteen, and Allen can see how he wouldn't want people in his house so early in the morning. So they all concede without argument and Lenalee and Lavi pile into his car.
"I wonder if Komui would let me sleep over…" Lavi wonders, and they all share a good laugh over that one, because – ha, Komui letting someone of the opposite stay in his house overnight. They drive off, and Allen turns to Kanda to tell him good night, or good morning, or whatever.
"Sorry," Allen grins, and he interlaces his fingers with Kanda's.
"Whatever," Kanda replies, looking away. He's lit by only the street lights, his skin seeming to sparkle in the false light and his eyes are dark, so dark.
"No need to be so angry," Allen grumbles. "We were just trying to give you a happy birthday."
"You thought breaking into my house and littering it with cheap soba was the best way to do that?"
"Now, when you put it like that…" Allen starts. "That's not fair, though, we spent a lot of money on all that soba."
"Are you expecting a thank you?"
"I didn't even know that word was in your vocabulary."
"We're back on vocabulary? I'm not in fucking high school anymore."
"No, but that's because you're so old. I don't even know why I'm talking with such an old guy."
"I'm only twenty-one, that isn't old."
"I'm only seventeen, it's older than me. You must get confused because of how mature I am."
"That's it. Maturity. Because what you three did tonight was so mature."
"Just because you have a stick up your arse, it doesn't mean we can't have fun."
Wow. Awkward. Nice wording there, Allen.
Neither of them say anything to that, mainly because – well, yes, Allen doesn't know how to think before he opens his mouth. Their fingers are still entwined, and Kanda just ends up pulling Allen to his chest, letting them stay like that for a bit.
"You generally know how to hold your own in a conversation with me," Kanda tells him. "It usually makes things interesting. For now, though, just shut the fuck up."
Allen concedes, releasing Kanda's hands to wrap his arms around Kanda's waist. "Happy birthday," he whispers.
"You really don't understand what 'shut the fuck up' means, do you?"
"Arsehole. I was just wishing you a happy birthday…" Allen grumbles, cheek on Kanda's shoulder. Kanda leans back from Allen a bit then, kisses him sweetly on the lips. "You're a romantic, aren't you?" Allen grins when they separate from the chaste kiss.
"You are really aggravating. It's late, come inside." Kanda says, pulling away completely and walking towards his door. Allen frowns a bit and Kanda sighs harshly. "Just come on. I'm not – just come on."
Allen nods a bit and follows him inside, and Kanda goes to shut off all the lights, grabs his hand lightly and brings him upstairs. "Should I feel nervous?"
"Shut up," Kanda rolls his eyes, flips on the light to his room. Before, Allen hadn't gotten a good look at it, but with the lights on, he can see it well. "If you really don't want to stay the night you can leave. But it's three in the morning and pitch black outside. You'd probably get hit by a car or some shit."
Allen breathes out a laugh. "Nah, my hair kind of works like a flashlight. People can see it from far away in the dark."
Kanda smirks at him and Allen busies himself with surveying the contents of Kanda's room. It's rather big, carpeted, with a double bed pushed against the left wall. There's a bookcase on the right wall, filled with CDs and books and there's a dresser with a gramophone and a stack of records next to it.
"You have a record player," Allen laughs. "Is this – Frank Sinatra? Kanda, really?" He asks as he flips through the records, pulls out a twelve inch and reads the title.
"It was that man's, I wasn't going to let it rot."
He puts it on the player. "This is totally the gayest thing I've ever done," Allen says as he holds out his hand to Kanda. "Dance with me?"
"I agree. It's worse than kissing another man." Kanda smirks slightly and takes his hand. They silently glide along to the music, movements smooth, natural. "He liked jazz," Kanda says. "Used to fill the house with it."
"Bet you miss it," Allen says, head on his shoulder.
"How? I own the damn record, I can listen to it whenever I want." Kanda just looks straight, keeps his hand on Allen's waist. A lull in the conversation.
"Why do you always get to lead?"
"Because you're a Beansprout."
"How unfair."
"Blame your genes. I bet your parents were both midgets as well."
"I'm not a midget. And I don't even remember my biological parents."
"Me neither."
Allen laughs. "What a funny thing to have in common." He pauses. "How is already June? How has so much time passed?"
"I didn't think you were that much of an idiot…"
"Shut up, you know what I mean. I just – it's flown by. Mardi Gras seems like it was forever ago." The music shifts.
"Come fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly away," the gramophone sings.
Allen laughs and their steps change a little. Kanda shakes his head as Allen twirls out and back in. "You've out-gayed yourself," Kanda smirks.
"Whatever," Allen mumbles, still smiling. "Where'd you learn to dance?" His steps are so sure, perfect.
"He tended to drag us around to a lot of places when I was younger. You pick up on things. How come you aren't falling all over yourself?"
"Mana taught me before he died," Allen says. Surprisingly, he doesn't ache when he says it. "I guess it's like riding a bike, you just don't forget."
"Muscle memory," Kanda says. Allen spins again and Kanda lets out a breath that may be something like a laugh.
"You don't show many people this side of you, do you?" Allen asks. "It's certainly new to me."
"I don't care about many people."
Allen laughs. "No, you don't." The song ends and Allen goes to take the record off the player. "What do you want to listen to?" He isn't tired at all, actually. He wouldn't mind just staying up all night with Kanda, and maybe this was what the dark haired man had in mind when he brought him up to his room. He really is a romantic.
Kanda comes up behind him, Allen can feel him flushed against his back. "Put this on," He says, leaning over Allen and handing him a record. Allen doesn't look at the tile, just puts it on.
"Duran Duran?" Allen laughs.
"I like this record." Kanda says simply.
"So we switch from jazz to this. Okay, I can live with that. I don't think we can dance to it though."
"We don't have to dance," Kanda informs him, dragging him to the bed.
"No we don't," Allen agrees with a smirk. He presses his lips to Kanda's gently, lets the older man take the lead and deepen the kiss.
He really – he's never going to get tired of kissing Kanda. Ever. The man is very responsive, passionate, makes Allen feel like he's wanted. And Allen's never really kissed anybody else, but he guesses that Kanda's is fairly good as kissers go. Fairly amazing really.
And Allen tends to lose himself a lot. His accent gets all husky and half the time Kanda can't even understand what he's saying because he uses all this slang from when he lived in England. Allen never ever really uses rhyming slang because it definitely confuses people way to much but he's kind of giddy and loose after kissing Kanda when he says something like. "Bloody hell – my stomach's all Lee Marvin." And Kanda just kind of bends away from him and raises an eyebrow. "I'm hungry," Allen clarifies, remembering that they are in fact in America – not England.
"You do that a lot when you're drunk as well – talk to where I can't understand what comes out of your mouth."
"Sorry," Allen mumbles. "It's just rhyming slang. Like, Lee Marvin rhymes with starving. It's just – I don't know."
"It's fucking stupid. Go eat if you want."
"You are just giving me free reign of your kitchen?" Allen asks, incredulous and perhaps a bit hopeful.
"Fuck that, come on."
Kanda leads him down the stairs to the kitchen, and even rooms away he can still hear the music playing.
"Hey Kanda?" Allen asks, getting a container of soba and preparing it.
"What?" Kanda asks, bored, leaning over the island.
"How do you afford to live here?"
"The mortgage is paid off. It's been paid off for, like, four years." He pauses. "And I have a job of fucking course. I couldn't survive without a paycheck."
"What do you do?" Allen presses the number four on the microwave and leans against the countertop. "Oh hey, first, can I have another one?"
"Whatever."
"Thanks!" Allen begins preparing another. "Nothing like a little snack at three thirty in the morning! Now, again, what do you do?"
"How do you still have energy?" Kanda asks him. "I'm a lab assistant at the university."
"So you have one of those cool coats?"
Kanda sighs, loudly. "I have a lab coat, if that's what you mean."
They're silent until the first round of soba is done. Allen puts the other in the microwave and mixes the flavoring in the cooked noodles before placing a forkful in his mouth. "Hey, why don't you let anyone call you by your first name?"
"Because it's annoying."
"But everyone else uses their first name."
"I don't."
"Can I call you Yu?"
"No."
"Will you call me Aren?"
"Shut up."
"Aw, it's cute. Come on."
"Shut up," Kanda repeats, ears turning red. Allen takes another large bite of soba and walks around the island. He pulls Kanda's hair from its ponytail.
"Please?" Allen smirks, playing with the strands.
"Go eat."
"You suck," Allen mutters, walking back to his soba. "And you're just letting me eat all of your birthday present – that's so unfair."
"I'd rather you eat that than the other food in my house."
"I'm offended."
"Good." Kanda pulls his hair back up with an extra hair tie he had around his wrist.
"Why don't you keep your hair down? I like it down."
"It's annoying down. It gets everywhere."
"Why don't you cut it?"
"I don't want to."
"Okay then," Allen says simply, sighing. "Whatever." He just starts eating again, is finished by the time the second one is ready. He's eating that when he wonders something. "Hey, is it some cultural thing, why we can't use each other's first name?"
Kanda sighs. "It's just too familiar."
"Too familiar? Kanda, we're – whatever we're doing. I'm in your house at three thirty in the morning, eating your food. I don't know if we're going to get more familiar than this."
"Fine, whatever. Call me what you want."
"Okay, Yu. But now you have to call me Allen."
"Will you shut up if I do?"
"Probably."
"Okay, Allen." He stresses the syllables.
"That is not as cute," Allen mumbles. "You are so un-cute."
"I'm a grown man. I hope I'm 'un-cute,'" Kanda snaps back. "Eat your goddamn food."
"Someone's pissy all of a sudden…" Allen totally doesn't pout. Because that would make him a thirteen year old girl. He finishes his food, tosses the containers in the trash and the fork in the sink. "I don't know why you get so defensive all of a sudden. You're fine and then all of a sudden you put up all these walls, like you remember something and have to get angry again."
Kanda scoffs. "You're imagining things, Beansprout."
"I don't want to fight on your birthday," Allen frowns. "I just want you to stop being so angry. Why do I always have to be mature one?"
"Mature one?" Kanda barks out a laugh. "Sure."
"I always have to come all the way, we can never meet half-way. Why don't you try that?"
"Meeting you half-way? Fine." Kanda walks half their distance to Allen and then says, "You walk the rest of the way."
"That isn't what I mean," Allen growls.
"Come here."
"No."
"Come here, Beansprout."
"No."
"Stop being a damn hypocrite and come here."
Allen huffs and walks the rest of the distance towards him. "Why do you have to be such an arsehole?"
"Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?" Kanda asks, wrapping his arms around Allen and resting his chin on his head. "I get angry because you don't listen."
"I'm not your pet," Allen mutters.
"At least shut up when I tell you."
"What if I don't want to?"
"I don't care. Shut up." Allen shuts his mouth and just kind of stays in that embrace for a few minutes, lets Kanda tug him to his room again. "You want to give me something for my birthday? Be quiet this time. Don't talk about how hungry you are, or anything," Kanda pushes Allen on the bed and kneels over him. "Just let me kiss you."
They're kissing again, and Allen thinks he can comply with Kanda's birthday wish just this once. Allen clutches Kanda closer and kisses him deeply, presses his body as close to Kanda's as he can. When Kanda's hands run under Allen's shirt, Allen does his best not to make any noises. Kanda smirks a bit at Allen's extremely concentrated face and Allen would make a comment usually, but he doesn't.
"Can I just say one thing?"
"What?" Kanda asks, nipping at Allen neck.
Allen arches into Kanda and says, "I really like you. A lot."
Kanda hums a "Yeah," against his collarbone and Allen bites at Kanda's lip, makes the kiss less passionate and more playful.
It's a competition now. Allen is pretty much letting Kanda lead, but he still does little things to threaten his dominance. That ends when Kanda 'playfully' lifts Allen by his ass and sits him in Kanda's lap. Allen lets out a small sound of surprise and Kanda lifts his shirt over his head, detaching their mouths for only a moment.
"Yu," Allen whispers, feeling a bit drugged already from Kanda's kiss.
Kanda must as well because he whispers back, "Aren."
"Happy birthday."
Kanda smirks against his throat and lays him down again, presses his hips into Allen's.
Allen loses all coherent thought.
They fell asleep at some point, and end up not waking up until about two in the afternoon. Well, Allen wakes up around two in the afternoon and Kanda is just lying there, eyes open, watching him.
"Afternoon," Allen smiles.
"Lenalee and Lavi called. They wanted to go to lunch, but you were sleeping."
"Sorry," Allen stretches, letting out a noise.
"Stop making those noises," Kanda breathes, closing his eyes. "You sound like a fucking whore."
"I can't help it," Allen tells him, frowning now. His phone is in his pocket still, so he takes it out. "Oh look, two texts from Lavi."
Morning, Lover-Boy. How're you feeling? Your back doesn't hurt does it? You used enough lube? Anyway, Lenalee and I were wondering if you wanted to go to lunch.
Oh, sorry, you're probably busy, so I'll leave you to it. ;D
Ah, Lavi. Tactful as always.
"I wonder if he can go a conversation without saying something inappropriate."
"I've never heard a conversation like that," Kanda tells him.
"I guess we should get up, then," Allen says, turning on his side to face Kanda. He runs his fingers down Kanda's chest and Kanda scoffs, climbing over him to get out of bed.
"We should."
"…Hey Kanda, did you just hear the doorbell ring?" Allen asks, sitting up.
"You're hearing things."
"I don't think so – I think, I think someone's just come in through the front door."
"Beansprout – really, you're…" He pauses. "Is someone walking up my fucking stairs?" He grinds out. "The only people who have keys are…"
"Shhh, be quiet," Allen hears from outside the door. "He's like a small animal. Any sudden movements or noises and he'll run!"
"Fuck." Kanda growls. "Hurry up and put on your shirt. Now."
Allen really does scramble for his shirt, but he ends up getting tangled in the sheets and falling flat on his face. Why does this feel so familiar? Then the door opens and Allen just kind of wants to die because he just face planted on Kanda's floor and now people who Kanda apparently knows are walking in and he's shirtless and this just feels really, really awkward and really, really painful.
Kanda runs his hands over his face.
"Kanda! Happy birth…do you have a small, naked child in your room?"
Allen groans and tries his best to lift himself, but just ends up tumbling/summersaulting over himself and tearing the blankets off the bed completely. He unravels himself from the sheets and looks at the three men inhabiting the bedroom.
"Cute," The guy continues. He – for some reason he has these purple markings on his cheeks "And flexible. But I don't think he's worth going to jail over."
"I'm seventeen!" Allen exclaims, throwing his shirt on as quickly as possible. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Another one says. He's short, with messy hair and dull eyes.
"My name's, uh, Allen," Allen says, swiping hair from his forehead. This is so, so awkward.
"So he's legal and British. You really hit the jackpot, Kanda." The one with purple markings laughs. The bald one with closed eyes has been silent the whole time. "Anyway, my name's Daisya. That's Chaoji, and that's Marie." Holy shit. "We're Kanda's brothers."
What could possibly be more awkward than this? Absolutely nothing. Not a thing. Because having your –what Kanda is to him – having Kanda's brother's show up while you're shirtless and in his bed is just weird. Very weird.
Now they're all kind of sitting downstairs, Allen and Kanda on one couch and his three brothers on the one facing them. Then Lavi and Lenalee walk in and there are just too many damn people in this house right now.
"Ah! Daisya! Chaoji! Marie!" Lavi exclaims, bounding in. "It's so awesome to see you guys again!"
"Lavi!" Daisya smiles. "Oh man, it's been too long! How come we never see you anymore?"
"I don't know! Hey, hey, since Allen and Kanda were totally doing it during lunch earlier today Lenalee and I were thinking we could go out to dinner! We should all go!"
Allen starts choking. Like, actually choking. Kanda has to hit him on the back hard so he can breathe again.
Marie nods. "That would be good," he says. No one pays mind to what Lavi said or how Allen was pretty much just dying.
"It's so early in the afternoon, though," Chaoji says.
"We don't have to go right now," Lavi says. "We could totally do something for a while and then go eat. We brought a movie over and we were totally gonna invade his living room and watch it."
Lavi holds the movie up and Allen smiles. "Hey, I have that movie," He says.
"Yeah, we wanted to watch BreakfastClub, but we didn't have it, so we went to your house and got yours." He hands the DVD to Allen.
"What! You went into my house and took one of my movies!"
"Totally. That Cross character, though, oh man I like him. He actually encouraged us to take them all. He said something about how you were already 'gaying up the house' enough."
"I actually think I'm going to kill him." Allen says, holding the movie to his chest. "Giving away my movies. These movies are like, half my life."
"You're dating a kid with priorities, Kanda," Daisya laughs, and Allen pouts at him a bit.
They aren't really dating, but neither of them make a move to correct the guy.
"Why not?" Marie asks. "Put the movie in."
"Wait, but. I mean." He looks at Kanda. It's his birthday.
"Just put it in, Beansprout."
"I'll pop the popcorn!" Lavi exclaims, hopping into the kitchen.
They decide to go to this Japanese place for dinner, and Lavi decides that they have to eat Hibachi because, well, he likes it. So, screw Kanda wanting to sit at the sushi bar, they're gonna go get egg flicked at their face. Because that's what they do at Hibachi apparently, take turns flicking egg at your face and you have to catch it with you mouth. It makes for hilarious conversation, true, but he got hit in the eye once and it hurt. He still ate it of course, but it hurt nonetheless. Kanda, actually, caught every single one and Lavi looked like he was about to cry from laughter.
What seems to upset Kanda the most is that he can't get his soba, because he apparently really likes the soba at this restaurant. He ends up actually getting in an argument with the manager and he almost gets them all kicked up. Fortunately, Marie comes to rescue and talks to him and Kanda gets some kind of chicken and grumbles the entire time he eats on it.
The overall best part of the evening, though, was when Lavi decided it was a good idea to tell the restaurant it was Kanda's birthday and they gave him a pin, a hat, and sung him Happy Birthday in broken English. He just kind of sat there for the duration of it, looking murderous.
When they leave, Lavi actually can't drive home because Kanda punched him in his one good eye and it swelled shut. So they all have to pile up in Marie's SUV and squeeze together. Lenalee ends up having to sit on Lavi's lap and Allen has to sit on Kanda's lap and it's just weird and awkward.
Kanda probably had the worst twenty-first birthday in recorded history.
It was good for me...was it good for you?
...The sexual-ness of the joke cannot be portrayed well over the internet. Anyway, I love you guys. Really.
I'm giving you bedroom eyes through the internet.
Anyway, so is anyone else working on Yullen Weeks? Let me know! I'm so excited to read everyone's entries. It's going to be like a Yullen tidal wave of orgasmic proportions! ...I'm a lot more naughty this chapter, aren't I?
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inawe: While that's probably not a fantastic financial investment, it would be DAMN awesome XD Lol it's just someone with 'douchebaggish' qualities. Like. An asshole, I suppose. lol That is very true...haha thanks! I'm glad :)