Chapter 10

Kanda rested and healed for a week, by the end of the week, he packed up and readied himself for his trip to the city.

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Allen set his rifle down and looked through the scope, he shot a Walker and watched it go into a frenzy and kill other walkers. Allen hunted til lunch time before packing up his hunting station and walking to his room. He took a shower and was changing into a new set of clothes when he heard a familiar whistle.

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Kanda walked up the stairs of the apartment building whistling shrilly wanting Allen to hear him.

Allen ran out and looked down the stairs to see Kanda.

"Alright you little bastard, start talking."

"What exactly do you want to know?"

"Why leave? Why meet me here?"

"Kanda, I am human and, at the same time, I am a Walker. I can't live around normal people for too long. As for why here, I like it here. Nice place to sleep, plenty of resources, and a nice hunting ground."

Kanda pulled Allen into the room he had been staying in. "Alright, so why meet me and not Lenalee?"

"Because you are the one I know that can do it."

"Do what?"

"Kill me."

"What?"

"Please? As a favor? No one will ever know."

"Why?"

"I can't do it myself; I am too much of a coward."

"No. I'm not going to kill you."

"You don't understand. I've done things, horrible things. I deserve to die."

"No one deserves to die." Kanda snapped, grabbing Allen's chin to make him look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, but murderers and serial killers are killed, why not me?"

"Because you have people who care about you, who love you. Who don't want to see you buried six feet under."

"Everyone like that is dead."

"Not everyone you idiot, look right in front of you!"

Allen was silent a moment. "What?" He asked, confused.

Kanda looked away, shaking his head. "And I thought I was clueless."

Allen shook the thought away and turned to the fridge and got a coke, "What something to drink?" He asked, changing the topic.

Kanda sighed and sat in a chair in the living room. "Water."

Allen tossed Kanda a bottle. "Stitches and infection healed up?"

"Pretty much." He said drinking the water.

"So… are we going to talk about this?"

"Do you want to?" Kanda snapped softly.

"Well, considering that you brought it up, I would like to finish it." Allen said, trying not to snap back.

"Alright, I meant what I said. There are people who care about you."

"Are you really a caring person?"

"I may not look it, but I am capable."

Allen opened a can of spam for Tim and set it on the floor, staying quiet.

"Alright, whatever. You want my trust; I want to prove that I can care. How can we resolve this?"

"I don't know."

"Helpful." Kanda grumbled.

"I have an injury and I need someone to help stitch me up." I admitted.

Kanda nodded. "Alright, come here." He said, pulling out a case with stitching materials.

Allen rolled up his sleeve to show his infected arm. He unwrapped the gauze to show a bloody infected wound. He handed Kanda tweezers. "There might still be a tooth or two left in there."

Kanda grabbed the tweezers and searched the wound, gently pulling out a tooth. He smeared it with antibiotic and started stitching it up.

Allen was in pain the whole time, he had no anesthetic so he had to tough it out. "I hate Walkers."

"At least you aren't dead."

"That was just a cocky close call. I wanted to experiment how productive hand to hand fighting is with them."

"Cocky? More like reckless." Kanda said as he wrapped up the wound with gauze.

"It was only one." Allen said in defense.

Kanda patted his cheek. "Whatever you say."

Allen looked at his bandaged arm and thanked him. He rolled his sleeve down. "So… Ummm…" Allen didn't know what to say and he didn't want to fight.

Kanda sat there, looking anywhere but at Allen.

"Is this going to stay awkward or can we talk about your statement earlier?"

"You remind me of him."

"Are you talking about your best friend?"

"Yeah. He was special to me, more than anyone."

"And you think that you feel the same way about me?"

"Not think, know."

Allen blushed a little and stood. "Why the hell not?" He said talking to himself, like he was arguing. "I deserve some happiness too; we all do in this hell hole." Allen turned to Kanda and held up one finger. "One chance." I warned him.

Kanda nodded. "Alright, but the same goes for you. One chance." He agreed. He yawned. "Do you want first watch?"

"Yeah. Go and get some sleep." I picked up my rifle to remove the silencer off it and transfer it to my handgun.

Kanda walked into the bedroom, laying down.

Allen propped his feet up and cleaned some throwing knives as Kanda slept.

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Kanda slept for around two hours before he walked out.

Tim was asleep on the couch beside Allen as his master was reading a book.

Kanda walked over and pulled up a chair. "What are you reading?"

"A little parody book about surviving an apocalypse, I thought it would be funny."

Kanda rubbed his face. "Alright, so tell me about yourself."

"Like what exactly? Do you want to know about pre-apocalypse Allen or apocalyptic Allen?"

"Both."

"To make a long story short, my parents were killed in a car crash when I was 6. That's how I got my scar." Allen gently touched his face. "Mana adopted me when I was 9 and I lived with him until the start of the apocalypse. Mana was turned and I refused to kill him. He infected me. My neighbor came in and saved me. I didn't turn or die, instead, my hair and eyes changed color, I developed strange habits and needs, and my arm where I was infected started to deteriorate like it is now. I moved with my neighbor and learned that I could fight and kill."

Kanda looked at him and covered his dead looking hand with his own. "Well, I'm sorry about that." He didn't know what to say.

No one had really ever held Allen's hand before or even willingly touched it since he had been infected. Allen smiled softly. "It's my life, I am use to it. Now what about you? I heard a little of your story."

"My parents died early. I was stuffed in an orphanage. I got my tattoo on my chest to remember them." He put his hand over his chest. "I feel like that is my only connection to them."

"So, where you always that talented with a sword?"

"It's something I dabbled with when I was young. It started with kendo."

"That's interesting. I was never good with sports."

Kanda cracked a smile, looking away.

"Did you just smile?" Allen swore that he was seeing things.

"No. I don't smile." Kanda said.

Allen laughed softly, "Whatever."

The two were silent a moment.

"You won't come back to the Order?" Kanda asked.

Allen was silent. "I can come every now and then to stay a night or two, but it is bad for me to stay for too long."

"Allen, it's my home. I wouldn't ask if it didn't mean a lot."

"I can try."

Kanda looked at Allen. "Come here."

Allen walked over, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong. The last thing he wanted was a busted lip or a bleeding nose.

Kanda reached up and trailed his thumb over Allen's scar. "You aren't half bad looking. I'll give you that."

Allen blushed a little. "Thanks, you aren't so bad yourself."

Kanda trailed his thumb over Allen's lips, his eyelid, and back over his scar.

Allen was red from blushing. He never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Until now, he thought he was asexual. "I need to go lie down." Allen said breaking the contact.

Kanda nodded. "I will cover this watch, go lie down."

Allen walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

As Kanda waited, he pet Timcanpy and cleaned his sword.

Allen eventually walked out a few hours later with some serious bed head, he sat down trying to wake up.

Kanda chuckled. "Lose a bet with your pillow."

"Nightmares."

Kanda nodded. "Sorry."

"Not your fault. Do you want any coffee?"

"Sure. Black, no sugar."

Allen started the coffee maker and got out two cups.

Kanda looked out the window. "How do you think this all happened?"

"I heard it was an experiment gone wrong, a virus, an immunization that mutated." Allen smirked. "I also heard Aliens."

Kanda raised an eyebrow. "I highly doubt it was the last one. Why must humans play god?"

"No one wants to die." Allen poured up two cups and offered Kanda a cup.

Kanda took the cup and slowly drank.

Allen sat on the couch and relaxed.

Kanda casually looked over, watching him.

Allen blushed when he noticed Kanda's gaze. "Ummm… do you need something?"

"No, just observing."

"Observing what?"

"You."

Allen blushed a darker red.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I don't know. I'm not use to it."

"Used to being watched?"

"No."

"Well get used to it."

Allen blushed again.

Kanda chuckled and looked away. "Fine. I'm looking away."

Allen walked over and sat beside him. "I don't want you to look away."

Kanda looked at me. "Why not? You blush when I look at you."

"I need to get used to it."

"You really are something else." He said with a smirk.

"In a good or bad way?" Allen asked.

"Maybe a little of both."

Allen gently reached out and touched his cheek. His eyes were so dark and beautiful.

Kanda flinched away. "Sorry, I'm not used to touch. It sort of scares me."

"Sorry. I should've asked first."

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting it."

Allen looked down.

Kanda tilted his chin up. "Never look down."

Aleln looked him in the eyes again and slowly moved to cup his cheek.

Kanda looked at Allen, relaxing in his touch.

Allen gently ran his fingers through Kanda's bangs when he heard their moans.