Kanda's brain went into overdrive.
He made a point of everything that had happened.
A table hit Allen's head. A table probably around fifteen pounds hit Allen. It hadn't hit directly. Allen was unconscious. Allen's hair turned pink at the point of impact. Kanda was holding Allen in his arms. You aren't supposed to move someone with a head injury. Right? It doesn't matter. Allen's breath is soft but steady. His heartbeat is heavy and slightly erratic, I feel like that's bad. But mine's doing the same thing. His head is really hot.
Kanda's brain switched off of autopilot and he was consumed in his nerves. Allen was unconscious and he was bleeding and he had a fever and Kanda needed to get him to someone, anyone, but he didn't know if he could be moved. He probably had a concussion, if someone's unconscious then they need to see a doctor right away. Right?
Allen moved in his arms displaying a pained expression. Nothing mattered anymore. Kanda lifted Allen as smoothly as he could and strode out of the room trying not to boggle Allen too much.
He made it to Moore's room in record time and kicked hastily against the door. He almost relaxed a bit when she opened the door. Then he wanted to hit the lady as she just stood there, every hole on her face as wide as she could make it, and then to top it all off she looked at Kanda like it was his fault. Like he had smashed the Moyashi's head.
He couldn't help his voice from quaking slightly as he spoke. "He's hurt, please hurry"
"Oh deary of course! Hand him here." She said with outstretched arms but Kanda didn't comply. In difference he held Allen closer, sending Moore a halfhearted glare, like a lioness's last-ditch attempt at protecting her wounded baby.
"Honey please, I'm going to help him." She said as more of an order than a plea, puling Allen from Kanda's stiff arms, trying to make the transfer as even as possible. She laid him on the cot in the back of her room that she kept for emergencies such as this. "Kanda what happened?"
"He was playing... and a table fell... and he..." Kanda didn't have to finish and Moore got the message. Kanda felt idiotic. He promised to protect him from everything, and a table had broken his defense.
She parted Allen's hair so the wound was visible. It was better than Kanda had feared, but any wound to the head could cause damage. Especially if it caused that person to be inert. He watched as Moore worked, checking his vitals while dialing a number into a phone hung on the wall. She said something into the receiver, Kanda wasn't really paying attention to the words but he presumed it would involve a doctor. Meanwhile he kept on looking back to Allen only to find that his appearance hadn't changed.
He wasn't quite sure where to put himself as there was no place to sit except for the bed at the other side of the room and Kanda was certainly not about to distance himself.
"Kanda calm down he's going to be alright" though she knew her words wouldn't convince the boy, she just wanted him to calm down in case he tried to get in the way of the doctor when he came.
"Shut up I know." He barked back, but it didn't have his bite. Kanda settled himself beside Allen's bed, leaning against the metal guardrail.
"Kanda you're going to have to move."
"No."
"Yes Kanda, the doctor will want - "
"Then I'll move when he comes dammit, just shut up." As he spoke, Moore noticed he looked far too tired to even be awake, nonetheless sitting up, so she complied for now.
Kanda continued to watch as she took a towel and dunked it in a metal bowl. When she removed it she squeezed out the excess water and reached so her hands were out of Kanda's view. There was a soft, warm hum and he looked up to Moore with wide eyes "Was that..."
"Kanda, honey, calm down, he's just stirring, he might not wake for a while."
And he didn't.
He didn't wake when the doctor came in.
He didn't wake when the doctor gave him a needle.
He didn't wake when Kanda almost bit the doctor's head off when he started being rather rough with Allen's small frame.
And he didn't wake when Kanda left the room for the night.
...
Moore wouldn't allow him to see Allen in the morning. She said he wasn't awake and that he shouldn't worry himself. That he should get some breakfast and come back later.
But he wasn't hungry. Even though he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. But he knew it wouldn't do any good to wait around for nothing.
He headed to the dining room and immediately wished he hadn't as he entered the vast room.
"What happened to Allen?"
"Is he okay?"
"Were you there when it happened?"
"Did you do it? AH!" The young boy had to duck as Kanda's foot flew towards his head.
"He got hit on the head, he's unconscious, I was there, and I did. not. do. it." He spoke with his fists balled at his side, glaring at anyone who looked like they might disagree or question him.
Everyone distanced themselves from Kanda, fearing their own head's safety, and returned to their seats. Even Jerry gained a cautious air as Kanda ordered his food. But decided - much to Kanda's dismay - to speak. "He'll be alright hon. It's not your fault." He voiced with a seriousness that was unforeseen. But it made Kanda feel worse. Usually if someone said that, it meant it was your fault, or at least it seemed like it was. Otherwise they wouldn't think to comfort you in that way.
"Che"
He sat down with his soba and ate despite his appetite, or lack there of. Contemplating, for what could've been seconds or hours or days. It was all a blur of thoughts that looped back to the same thing. Allen. Lying on that guarded cot that seemed to say that even it, an inanimate object, could protect the boy better. He barely even noticed as the chair across from him squeaked with the extra weight.
"Hey."
Kanda looked up to see Jan. He was being looked at with distaste that made him want to murder the kid more than he already felt necessary. "What the fuck do you want?" Kanda grumbled, turning back to his soba.
"You need to pull yourself together."
"What makes you think I'm apart?"
"Please, it's not that hard to tell if you're in a bitchy mood. Just because Allen can handle your tantrums doesn't mean we can."
"..."
"Dude, if you're going to be worried just go chill with him until he wakes up."
"Moore doesn't want me to"
"Since when did that matter? Look, I'm just saying that you should calm down before you hurt someone who's not involved. Just because you suck at controlling yourse-" A hand around his throat silenced him, but he managed to grate out "See what I mean," before Kanda loosened his grip.
"Nothing's going to change until he wakes up." He whispered still looking into his barely touched soba.
"Well then you have to be there when he does, right?" Jan was proud of himself when Kanda finally looked up to him, even if it was a glare. That's all Allen got too... well usually.
"Why the hell am I talking to you?"
"One, because I'm right, and two, because you miss your boyfriend."
Jan was already half way across the room as Kanda sent a punch flying into empty space.
...
It was dark. But it was getting clearer. He felt cold and hot. His head hurt and he felt like he might not be able to get out. He started tearing through the walls that protected his awareness. He was almost there, he could feel the world outside of him, but he couldn't see it. He heard footsteps, felt the towel on his head being replaced, he noticed fingers trailing down his arm and tense voices reached his ears. Moore's and… someone's. He couldn't place it, but he felt great emotion towards it. Annoyance, anger, offense, conflict, trust, warmth, endearment... He wanted to know who it was. He rose his arm and smashed through the remaining wall.
Allen pulled his eyes open and saw Moore walking, her back to him. He looked down to the fingers tracing his arm. They were connected to an equally pale arm that led up to a boy with long black hair. He was beautiful... to say the least. His expression far off, but he had engaging eyes that Allen knew entirely. He felt like they should be connected with his own. Allen lifted his arm in attempt to touch the alluring boy's face. But he was interrupted. He froze as the boy looked at him so deeply. It felt like his heart stopped.
"Moore, he's awake," the black haired boy spoke calmly, but his eyes were excited.
Moore rushed over to him and started asking questions. All ending with a different pet name.
"Do you feel dizzy, Honey?"
"No… no."
"Do you feel sick, Sweetie?"
"No."
"Can you see me alright, Darling?"
"Yes, Moore."
"What's five plus six, Angel?"
He smiled at that one. "Eleven.
"Do you remember what happened, Dear?"
"...No… I don't."
"Oh... well what do you remember, the last thing?"
"Um... it was the time when Leo was adopted, and then we went out... somewhere." He scrunched his face, trying to remember things that he knew should be there.
"Ah... that far back huh?"
Kanda spoke up, starting to understand what was going on. "Who's Leo?"
"Oh, he was a boy who stayed here before, real close to Jan, and when he was adopted we went out to buy Jan a present. So he wouldn't be too down. This was about... a month before you came Kanda." She said with a sorry expression.
'So his name's Kanda' Allen thought with a smile. It fit the boy. Tough and elegant.
"So..." The boy's - ah, Kanda's eyes met Allen's and he froze again. He felt like those cobalt eyes could see him in his entirety; it was a very peculiar feeling. "You... you don't remember me?" He said straightening his body so he could get a better view of Allen.
"I don't... I'm sorry." I wish I did.
"It's... alright." Allen was being looked at like he was joking, or like he should be. Like he had committed some awful crime by forgetting the boy in front of him. A pained expression that, by the looks of Moore's worrying, isn't shown very often.
"Kanda, dear, he should remember soon, it might take a bit for everything to surface, but you come in real soon," she declared, placing a hand on the black hair, a pale hand pushing it away.
"Whatever." He rested his chin on the guard rails and let out his breath in a 'puff'.
Allen giggled. He looked up at the ceiling, with a small smile. "I feel like I should know you, like there's something I should be doing since you're here."
Kanda spoke with another puff. "Probably arguing."
Allen's eyes widened a bit and he looked at Kanda, "Yeah... that sounds right. But, I feel like it was a good thing. So would arguing...?"
"It was for us," he said with such assurance that Allen had to believe it true.
"Oh..." He looked to Moore for reassurance and she smiled, urging him to ask more. "What... did happen?" Kanda's face dropped a bit and he let out a sigh.
"You were playing the piano, out in the storage room, and a table fell on your head."
Allen's eyes widened and then the corners wrinkled "Pfft, I would be the person to get beaten up by a table, huh?" The black haired boy chuckled and his face turned from a dark beauty to a carefree charm. Allen looked up to Moore once again this time talking with his expression 'Where'd we get this kid?'
'You found him' her eyes whispered.
'How come no one took him yet?' his brow questioned.
'He's not usually like this' her rolling eyes stated.
Allen looked back down to the boy who was tracing the lines on his red arm; he liked the expression he was wearing.
"How old are you?"
"I'm thirteen."
"What's your name?"
"... Kanda Yuu"
"Yuu... but... I shouldn't say that right, it's Kanda."
"Yeah."
"Mm, I like that better, you are already you, so Yuu should be Kanda. Or something like that." Allen spoke looking up, like his memories would be floating there, waiting for him to grab them. "I suppose you already know my name."
"Yeah."
"But you don't... or... you." He couldn't imagine the older boy saying his name like he could them arguing or fighting.
"Beansprout." Kanda spoke with a smirk
"Right, that wonderful nickname." Allen murmured, rather displeased that he had asked.
"Che," Kanda said standing up. "So is he fine now, he just has to remember all of this shit right?"
"Yes, and it seems he should remember terribly soon." Then again, he could only be remembering this because it's Kanda.
Kanda realized that the sprout hadn't eaten in a good twenty-four hours and as if on cue a growl reverberated through the room. Kanda swore it shook.
"Ah! When was the last time I ate?" Allen spoke like his life depended on... okay it does, but still, he was very shocked.
"Yesterday morning," Kanda said, but Allen was already struggling out of his covers at the word yesterday.
"Allen honey, take it easy, you just a had a concussion!"
"Food will help." He spoke like it was a known fact and hopped over the guardrails, running out of the door.
"Kanda, stay with him until he's better." Moore ordered even though he was sure to do it anyway.
Kanda held up his hand in an affirmative as he walked out of the room.
...
"Allen, are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"Was Kanda really there?"
"Are you sure he didn't do it?"
These were just a few of the question Allen ignored while ordering his lunch. He didn't have time to think when his stomach was so~ empty. He guided three carts to an empty table with all the grace of a pro glutton. He was finished his first two carts when Kanda sat down across from him. Allen tilted his food filled face to the side and gave a questioning hum.
Kanda tried not to insult him as he didn't want whatever the Moyashi would say back to end up on his face.
"Moore asked me to stick with you." Allen nodded and went back to shoving his face, ignoring the slight disgust in Kanda's eyes.
He pat his extended belly when he was done, a large burp emanating from his gut. Then more questions came, but at a slower, more answer-friendly rate.
"Allen are you okay?"
"I feel fine"
"What happened?"
"A table hit my head."
"Really?"
"Sadly, yes."
One kid shot a nervous look at Kanda but took the plunge. "Did Kanda do it?" Kanda simply glared, 'the question was already asked, what's done is done,' he reassured himself.
"Um... no, why? Would he?" Allen gave Kanda a skeptical glance. When he looked back everyone was staring at him appalled.
"Are you kidding?"
"He's hurt you like a bagillion times."
"Yeah, just look what he did to Jan." A small kid pointed a chubby finger to Allen's friend, his nose was bluish, purple, and twisted,
"Oh my gosh! Jan what happened?"
Jan retracted his head and looked at him like he was insane. "Kanda broke my nose... like last week."
Allen snapped his head toward Kanda and glared. He spoke angrily "Are they telling the truth? Why did you do that to Jan?" Kanda just looked at him wide-eyed, obviously not expecting to have to answer that.
Jan stepped forward and put his hand on Allen's shoulder. "Relax Allen, I lost control a bit and I almost knocked your block off, he was just tryin' to help ya."
"You couldn't knock my block off, Jan."
"Well he didn't know that."
"Hmm."
"Allen?"
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you know this stuff?"
"Oh right, Moore said that I forgot everything from the time Leo left, 'cause the table boggled my brain." Jan's hand tensed on his shoulder.
"So... you don't remember your little boyfriend?" There were giggles from the crowd and Allen blushed a rosy pink.
"Uh, um..." he looked around at his friend's faces "do I have..." his stomach flipped when they smiled at him "... oh god" he cried placing his head in his hands before looked up at Jan "Do I... really?"
Jan pointed to a spot in front of Allen, he looked forward to see Kanda fuming, like he was about to kill somebody. Allen leaned back.
"Wai... you-" Kanda shot him with another soul piercing look and spoke sternly.
"No. Not at all. They're fucking with you Beansprout."
Allen sighed and relaxed "Oh thank god. ... Ah, no offense." He voiced to Kanda.
"It's fine, believe me." Ok, Allen took offense to that.
"Sorry it would be such an awful thing." Allen grumbled.
"You should be," Kanda snapped
"Shut up, Bakanda," Allen barked
"..." Kanda stared.
"So... you do remember him?" Lala chimed.
"Oh... well, um some things just sort of pop up."
"Ri~ght. Well that's cool I guess. How much do you remember?" Jan inputted
"Mostly feelings. Like I know that I hate Kanda, but there's also the opposite too."
Jan smiled roguishly, "What would that feeling be Al?" Jan didn't get the response he was hoping for; evidently everyone else felt the same, for they sighed when Allen tilted his head to the side. Cute? Yes. But favorable? No.
"Whatever, have fun remembering your boyfr-"
That day everyone learned that if Kanda and Allen hit Jan at the same time, he would fly across the room.
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