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The first time he'd seen him he'd been in gym. He'd been goalie, protecting the net as everyone else kicked the ball and yelled and passed and had fun. And then he had walked right past him towards the benches. Allen's class had been occupying the gym for almost an hour so it made sense that another was filing in. In this class that was filling in and walking past him in their search for the benches to sit on until his class was done Allen saw him. The love of his life.

He'd been avidly watching the ball but then suddenly it was blocked from his view as someone walked past him. When he saw who it was he gasped. He didn't recognize the person but he was the single most beautiful person he had ever seen. He knew that sounded cheesy but it was true.

The man had been tall and Asian, wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and broken in Nikes. The first thing he noticed, oddly enough, was his skin. His skin had been literally flawless, not a blemish in sight. He wasn't exaggerating or anything; there was literally not a single mole, zit, scar or anything else in sight on the skin that was shone. And it was the most wonderful cream color he had ever seen, it was almost ethereal. The second thing he noticed was the hair. He had unusually long hair for a man, longer than most of the girls in his class. And it was blue, well not really blue bit kind of blue, it was black but it had a blueish shine to it. A beautiful blueish shine to it, the hair looked as soft and silk, he wanted to touch it on sight. And the man was obviously in good shape, healthy muscles and all. He'd only gotten a glimpse of his face but what he saw he liked, high cheek bones, dark almond eyes, Allen was starting to feel hot and bothered just thinking about it. And he had a great ass. The greatest ass.

The only thing that irked him was the ponytail. The man had his beautiful, silky, long, blueish hair in a bloody ponytail. Allen had a feeling that he would look even better without the infernal ribbon that was restricting that heavenly mane.

Allen had always believed in love at first sight. He didn't believe that it applied to everyone but he believed it existed. And he had just found his true love. And it was a man. Allen couldn't bring himself to bother.

When he'd seen the love of his life, the angel, the most beautiful creature on earth, his soul mate Allen had gasped as his silver eyes tracked him walking over to the benches. The opposing team had then seen fit to kick a ball in his goal while he was otherwise occupied. Still didn't care.

His friend Lenalee who was on the same team as him jogged up to him.

"Hey Allen, get your head out of the clouds. What are you staring at?" Lenalee said.

"Who," Allen said, "is that."

He pointed at his soul mate. Lenalee squinted at him, apparently not falling head over heels for the man on sight as Allen had done, he couldn't understand how she did it.

"Him?" Lenalee asked, pointing at his soul mate.

Allen nodded in confirmation.

"That's the new kid in class 2."

"What's his name?"

"Kanda,"

And then she walked off with a shouted instruction about how he had to pay attention to the damn ball. Allen didn't hear her.

Kanda. Ka-nda. A. Kanda. A beautiful name for a beautiful person Allen supposed. How exotic, how unique, how amazing. Allen mouthed the name over and over again. He quietly whispered it to himself. He wrote the name on the roof of his mouth using his tongue. Kanda.

He was in love.

With Kanda.

Allen couldn't be happier. He lost that game, not able to save a single goal as the balls whizzed past him. He couldn't stop stealing glances at Kanda. When gym was over Lenalee really ripped into him about it but Allen still didn't care. He just wrote the name Kanda on the roof of his mouth using his tongue over and over again, making sure to memorize the name, trying to burn the face of his soul mate into his brain as he did so.

But when he left the gym he saw some cocky redhead with an eye patch sling his arm over Kanda's shoulders. Allen narrowed his eyes feeling the first flames of jealousy. Was that redhead flirting with his soul mate, well he'd have to go through Allen first. Right before Allen was about to turn around and march up to the benches and beat up the bastard who was flirting –nay, harassing- his Kanda his soul mate scowled and threw the redhead molester off of him and started punching him. Allen stopped and smiled as relief and pride overwhelmed him. His Kanda could take care of himself, and he wasn't some cheap floozy either.

Allen paused and made sure to memorize the scene of Kanda beautifully (everything he did was beautiful) punching the redhead before he sighed dreamily and walked out of the gym.

He was so happy. He was in love with the perfect man. When Allen got to know Kanda better he of course didn't call him perfect at all and instead called him an insufferable idiot both out loud and in his mind but right then and there before he confronted Kanda's considerable flaws he just traced Kanda's name on the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He wouldn't give up on him of course, they were soul mates.

"Kanda…" Allen sighed dreamily.

He was going to get his hands on that (beautiful) ass no matter what.

Kanda felt an unexplainable shiver run up his back that gym period.

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