Persecution. Fourteen
His holding cell was barren, ironically much like his own room. It was a bit of an overkill for something that wasn't even murder. General Winters had been on death row and he was given more leeway than Kanda felt he was being allotted. Perhaps they viewed murder as more forgivable than homosexuality. Oh yes, and that pesky blasphemy thing he apparently had going on. It didn't seem right at all, but he'd come to the conclusion that the church was just that corrupted. He didn't even believe in their god. He suspected Allen didn't. Those who live with the suffering they did wouldn't either.
He simply stared at the wall and waited. Hours and hours slipped away and he really couldn't tell how many of them passed. There was nothing to do more than just lie there on the bare bed. Even if he wanted to struggled, he really couldn't. His arms at legs were rebound the second they tossed him back into the cell.
It was cold, but it wasn't unbearable and actually, it took the burning sting out of the right side of his face. The wound was healed, but it wasn't going to stop reminding him it was there. He kept swearing that he wasn't going to let it get to him, but the constant reminder that it was there because of a handful of assholes who didn't approve just boiled his blood. Same for the collar really. That thing wasn't going to be pulled off easily. Once his hands were free, he would try. But even he could feel the magical enchantment that kept it from being simple undone. He could be stuck wearing it forever, he considered.
That didn't bother him as much as the "A". He'd own up to being a blasphemer and a homosexual, but he didn't and wouldn't ever consider what he had with Allen to be adultery. Their relationship wasn't vulgar. To him, it wasn't unnatural either. In fact, he thought they clashed and complimented perfectly. They didn't need to speak to know how to communicate and they fought side by side nearly symmetrically without voicing any tactics. Despite Allen's appearance of innocence and Kanda's aloofness they burned with fire at each other's fingertips.
Kanda wouldn't choose any other way to exist alongside another person.
He spent the time thinking about Allen. Not that he would ever admit to that damned beansprout. He knew Allen was probably furious with him; and he really should be. Allen wasn't being given a fair hand either. He knew that he would be raging mad too if the clergy bastards had whipped and branded Allen. He'd probably slaughter every CROW son of a bitch that he could.
"I'm such a hypocrite." He mumbled to himself. He had no real reason to, but hearing a sound other than dead air kept him from losing his perception of reality.
"Kanda," a voice spoke through the door. At first he couldn't identify it, but after a moment he realized who the voice belonged to.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I'm going to be focusing on this one for a while, so I can finish it up and prepare you guys for a horror/hilarious piece of WTF fanfiction I have in the works.