Nightmare
Attention/Disclaimer: D. Gray Man does not belong to me, nor do its characters, buildings, etc. ((I would rather enjoy owning Kanda, though, as I am sure many other fans would... winks)) Also, any events, names, or places named/written in the future that are markedly similar to anyone else's work, I am sorry for any coincidence, but all of this is purely from my imagination. I do not copy people's work. EVER.
GOMEN NASAI!! I lost my inspiration about one day after I updated last...and it took me forever to regain it. AHH!! 'cries' Forgive me!!
Okay, I just want to say, those of you who reviewed for the last chapter made me really happy. I was ecstatic for almost ten minutes afterwards. : ) I also showed my best friend, xXAngelicScarsXx, all the reviews I received...And she says that she officially loves you guys : ) And I love you guys, too!! You make me so happy. Thank you for your reviews.
Oh...And to Rune Alchemist Kaori: I am not entirely sure why she would be hiding her gender...'Sweat drops'...But...Perhaps the reason could be that she had to hide her gender while with Cross, so that the perverted man would not try to molest her..? Not that I think he would...But we all know how General Cross is. Or perhaps that Cross did not want to receive suspicious looks by traveling with a little girl, while having the reputation of a womanizer. People might look down upon him, you know? : ) Who knows...It is just amusing to write. Not to mention a challenge. And all good writers need a challenge.
Chapter Eleven: Blushing (Not Quite A) Maiden
Kanda...was...in the water.
Kanda was in the water...with no clothes.
Kanda was in the water, naked and...Sleeping??
Allen stared at the flowing black hair for a full minute, in total shock, before her cheeks erupted in a heated blush. Only one sentence was permitted existence in her head; "Oh my god, he's naked! Oh my god, he's NAKED!" She swallowed nervously, determined to act completely normal, though she continued freaking out inwardly. She looked away from the sleeping face, lips pressed in a thin line, at the clock. It presented the time as being close to six o'clock in the afternoon.
"Shit!" she exclaimed loudly, dropping Kanda's uniform. Her yell was loud enough to shock Kanda out of his sleep, making him sit up suddenly, looking around the room quickly in surprise.
"What the fuck, Moyashi?!" he demanded, fighting with his instincts to try to cover himself. Allen blushed furiously again and tried to stammer an excuse.
"I-I...Uhh...You were...I came in to...Sleeping...You wouldn't...I-I-I-!!" She backed up into the door, staring in horror at Kanda's well-defined chest and stomach. He managed to keep anything below his waist covered by shifting closer to the wall of the bath tub, trying to hide the uncomfortable blush on his own cheeks.
"Turn around at least, Moyashi, so I can get out. Why the fuck did you scream like that?" he growled in somewhat well-hidden embarrassment. Allen turned around swiftly, burying her face in the door. Her forehead thudded against the door as she heard Kanda stand up from the water, splashing sounds making his actions evident. The wet slap of a foot landing on tile sounded in Allen's ears, and then the ruffle of a towel.
"I...I came in...to bring your clo-clothes to you. B-But you were sleeping...And I looked at the time...And it's almost six o'clock. Our b-boat leaves i-in ten minutes." Allen said, mumbling at the door. She heard Kanda curse vehemently in Japanese, she assumed it was, and the slap of wet feet approached her.
"Hand me my clothes, baka Moyashi." he commanded.
"S-stop calling me that! I ha-have a name!!" Allen said, trying to sound assertive, but failing miserably in her embarrassment. Kanda snorted at her.
"Say that without stuttering, and I might consider it, baka."
"Get your own damned clothes then!!" Allen yelled angrily, frustrated by Kanda's teasing. She turned around and kicked the pile of clothes away from her, looking up to glare hatefully at Kanda. But, unfortunately, she failed.
Kanda was in that towel again, his chest and stomach bared, covered in water droplets that shined in the light. Her breath caught as she gazed upon him, her eyes going wide in awe, anger forgotten. The towel was wrapped around his slim hips, tucked against his pale, perfect skin. It hung on his hips, showing the first few inches of his lower stomach, in all it's muscled glory. Her eyes traveled up a thin, barely visible line of hair to a water-adorned "six-pack", then up to soft skin taut over ribs and more muscles. His chest was well-toned, something for any man to be envious of, and for any woman to desire to touch. The dark tattoo stood out in sharp contrast, an odd, but somehow suiting, addition to Kanda's worship-worthy body.
His ebony hair clung to his upper body wetly, standing out against the pale skin. His neck was tense, as was the rest of his body (when is Kanda ever not tense?), making the tendons stick out. His strong jaw was clenched, adding to the severe expression that forever adorned his face. Those dark eyes were narrowed at Allen in suspicion, alerting her that not only was she staring at Kanda; she was staring with her mouth parted in surprise and Kanda was fully aware of it.
Allen swallowed nervously, and closed her mouth, but could not break her gaze from the sight that was before her. She pressed her body harder against the door, fighting against the urge to jump Kanda right then. Not only would it be inappropriate, but Kanda would likely murder her, or worse.
Kanda glared at her, his pride keeping him from picking up his own clothes. No, Allen could see it. Kanda was going to make her pick them up, one way or another.
For now, the awkward staring contest would ensue. And for a few minutes, it did. Allen felt like groaning in defeat, and falling to Kanda's will, if just to get rid of the awkward and tense atmosphere, also to get the almost-naked glory before her dressed before she did something she would regret, but she also had her pride.
Suddenly, unbidden, her vow aboard the train to Strasbourg appeared in her mind.
"It may result in sacrificing my pride for his sake, but my pride is the least of my problems. I only have to keep my secret safe."
"Damn it!" she thought in annoyance, "But the jerk has had plenty of rest!! He slept in the damned bath tub! That's rest enough!" The sudden pout on her face caught Kanda off guard, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion and narrow his eyes. The look was almost utterly adorable, in Allen's opinion, which caused her to give a sudden look of horror.
"Did I just-?? Think of Kanda as...adorable?!" she thought, horrified. Kanda gave her a look that clearly said he thought she was insane, and Allen wasn't sure if she could argue.
Allen broke eye contact with Kanda to look at the floor in shame and defeat. She shuffled over to Kanda's clothes and picked them up.
"Here.." she muttered, before heading back to the door.
"I will wait outside for you."
Kanda narrowed his eyes at the closed door. The Moyashi was acting...weird would be an understatement. Kanda looked at the clothes in his hands. He really hadn't expected for the Moyashi to give up so easily, but given the almost pained expression of hidden desire that so unsettled the unshakable swordsman, Kanda was glad that the cursed boy had given up. He had been momentarily fearful of the glint in Allen's eye that screamed want and desire.
Kanda swallowed and shook the thoughts from his head. The point was that the Moyashi had given in to him, another example that Kanda was stronger, in will and much more. ((Kanda's ego just received some steroids. Hehehe.))
He got dressed quickly, not bothering to cover his tattoo with the bandages just yet. He buttoned his exorcist coat, then tossed the towel onto the pile of bottles in the corner. He left the room, looking for the Moyashi, who was leaned up against a wall, a sorrowful expression on his face.
"Oi, Moyashi, you said that the boat leaves soon. Hurry up." Kanda commanded, pushing the Moyashi in front of him. Allen didn't even bother to respond, let alone glare in response. Kanda narrowed his eyes. Was he really going to give up that easily? And let Kanda walk all over him? Kanda sniffed derisively and vowed to pester the hell out of Allen until the Moyashi responded. But how could he do that without seeming out of normal behavior?
Kanda thought up of many ways to annoy the Moyashi as they headed to the docks,a nd when they reached there, Allen walked straight up to the place they had arrived at a few hours previous.
"Has the ferry heading to Esztergom left yet?" he asked. The man gave him a weird look.
"Son, that ferry left an hour ago." The man said, arching an eyebrow at him.
"What?!" the Moyashi demanded, shock evident in his voice.
"We were told that it didn't leave until six o'clock!"
"Sorry, son, but you were told wrong."
"W-Well, when does the next one leave?" the Moyashi asked, looking frustrated.
"Not until tomorrow morning, son." The man informed, sounding slightly apologetic. The Moyashi slapped his forehead in frustration and thanked the man through gritted teeth. Kanda was slightly enjoying the Moyashi's frustration, forcing his aloof expression back on his face to keep the grin away.
Allen got a hotel room, grumbling the entire way up to the room. She was not entirely sure of all of what passed from her complaining lips, but Kanda did not seem to notice or even care. He looked thoughtful, which gave his face a slightly peaceful (for Kanda) expression. Allen did not pay much attention to that expression, lost in her own thoughts of complaining and whining. The mission was being delayed at every turn, and somehow, she felt as though Kanda would suddenly whip around and give her that look. The look that told her that it was her fault. The one that she received all the time when something went wrong.
Allen cursed that look every moment of every day. It was a vindictive look that stirred up Allen's anger, making her want to introduce her fist and Kanda's feminine face. Allen growled for a moment, drowning out her complaints briefly.
She opened the door to their one-night hotel room, shuffled over to the bed, and collapsed face-first onto it. She was not especially tired, but she just did not feel like being awake for much longer, so she forced her body and mind to fall asleep. Quickly enough, it worked; sending her into dreams of her favored foods from the Dark Order's cafeteria.
Kanda arched an eyebrow at the shuffling mound of misery as it made its way to the closest bed in the room. He had not had the chance to torture the Moyashi, as he had planned, but there was always tomorrow.
He did not have the desire to sit and watch the Moyashi drool over his pillow and mumble about mitarashi dango for the next few hours, so he left the room, but not before sneaking the key from the Moyashi's pocket. Not like he would need it.
Kanda really did not have much on his agenda for walking the city, other than getting information about Budapest and the on-goings of the possibly Akuma-controlled city.
One source, an elderly lady, pushing sixty years, most likely, told him that her oldest grandson had left to Budapest a few days previous, but had not sent word of his safe arrival, or anything. This in itself was not suspicious, but Kanda would not dismiss it lightly, either.
Another woman, at least twenty five years old, told him how, two weeks ago, she and her brother had been traveling to Budapest to visit their father, but they had been stopped and attacked by "monsters", barely able to escape.
A forty year old man told Kanda that some visiting noble-man and his two children were visiting Vienna for a month, nobles by the name of Knowles, and they were lived in Budapest, though British in origin. Kanda recognized the name as the boy that he had killed this morning. It was no surprise to him.
Many more told him of sighting of suspicious monsters in the hills around Budapest, and the crime-rate and murdering of innocents rising in the past two months. It was all Kanda needed to know that Budapest was indeed a new center for the Millennium Earl and his freak-family, the Noah Clan.
He made his way back to the hotel after a few hours of questioning and information-gathering. The information was useful, allowing him to begin formulating a plan of infiltrating the Akuma-controlled city without being noticed or attacked. If they were attacked, it would certainly mean their doom. If one level-three Akuma had several dozen level-ones to follow it, then the city would be a death-trap.
Kanda slid the key in the lock of the hotel room door and listened to it click as it unlocked. He quietly pulled out the key and opened the door. He was not surprised to find that the Moyashi was still sleeping peacefully, having only shifted a little to wrap his arms around the pillow. The puddle of drool was minimal on the pillow, having not even dribbled off of the pillow itself, only soaking into the stuffing.
Kanda rolled his eyes in exasperation and ignored the heap of sleeping, cursed, Moyashi, to go straight to the other bed in the room. But one thing nagged at the back of his mind.
The stupid moyashi was fully clothed, shoes and all, sleeping.
"Baka..." he sniffed. He walked over to Allen's sleeping form and not-so gently flipped him over to unbutton his exorcist coat. The Moyashi grumbled in his sleep, clutching the pillow tighter.
"Don't...touch...it's my dango...Stop it." he muttered sleepily. Kanda snorted and rolled his dark eyes again and removed the coat, with the same lack of gentleness as before. The Moyashi's grip on the pillow was disturbed, and the pillow wrestled from his hold. He whined audibly and grabbed the next closest thing. This was, to Kanda's dismay, the sour swordsman.
Kanda glared at his new attachment and tried to pry him off. But the Moyashi was stronger than Kanda had accounted for. It was a death grip, through and through.
Glaring intensely, Kanda wrestled with the smaller teen, growling curses under his breath. He finally stopped struggling and just sat on the edge of the bed, glaring dully at the wall. The Moyashi pulled him down a little, and when he finally stopped moving, Kanda found that his face was not even a full inch from the Moyashi's own face. Soft, warm breath ghosted over Kanda's lips and cheeks. He stared in surprise at the sleeping face.
"Mmmm...S' warm..." he mumbled below Kanda. Kanda blushed a little, his cheeks only tinting in the slightest. He reached a hand up to brush a strand of hair out of the Moyashi's face. The cursed freak was right...It was a bit warm now.
He stared at those soft, pink lips that moved ever so slightly when Allen breathed. Those lips looked too moist, too soft, too inviting for any good to come of any action Kanda would take.
Kanda decided that, since the little white-haired, walking curse had seen him sleeping, in the water, completely naked, that the boy owed him. And so, without hesitation, Kanda pushed himself further into the Moyashi's grasp and pressed his lips against the Moyashi's. At first, it was a simple, chaste kiss; but those lips held too much temptation in them. Soon, Kanda's long-fingered hand was exploring the soft-skin wonderland of the Moyashi's neck and face while his tongue tasted the sweetness of the Moyashi's soft, moist lips.
When Kanda was done with seeking his revenge, he was a little too hot under the collar. The Moyashi had long-since relinquished his grasp around the swordsman's waist, and so Kanda escaped to the other side of the room, where his bed awaited.
He grunted in an attempt at passive behavior, but to him, it sounded...sexual, which made him prefer to remain silent. He realized that one hand was still fisted around the fabric of the Moyashi's coat. He tossed it aside with a quick snap of his wrist, looking at it with disgust. The swordsman's own coat was tugged off quickly, and then folded neatly and placed on the side table next to the bed.
Kanda quickly kicked off his boots, then laid down on his bed, eager to begin some calming meditation. Anything to get the feeling of soft skin and softer lips off of his mind.
Ahhh!! It took me so long...T.T...I am truly sorry. But the last part...Kanda seeking his revenge...is my way of apology. Please...please forgive me?
Review if you please...I would appreciate it.
'Cries hysterically' I am such a disappointing writer!! Evil writer's block, EVIL!!