Weakness
Kanda loved flowers. He didn't love a whole lot of things, so the fact that he loved flowers was a pretty startling discovery for everyone who found out. Not many people found out.
Kanda was rough and thorny and spiky on the edges and rude. When you thought of Kanda you didn't think of a flower lover, you thought of a masculine man that would snort in the face of such useless things. But Kanda loved them.
He loved their beautiful, delicate petals with their amazing colors. He loved their sweet scent and long, majestic stems that proudly held up the flower. He loved the way they would sprout up out of the warm soil and grow as the days went by, aided by water and sunshine and good climate. He loved how they could be arranged into a bouquet so that the flowers became art, living art. He loved how each and every flower had its own meaning, its own language, the flower language. He loved how picturesquely beautiful they were.
Flowers calmed him and cheered him up. When he was in a foul mood he'd just get some flowers and smell them and stare at them as they lounged in their vase or bouquet for a few hours, after beating whoever pissed him off up of course, and he did the flower thing in private were no one could see him, it was kind of embarrassing.
It was a sort of weakness of his, flowers that was.
He remembered how he had once beaten some asshole into a bloody pulp after he saw him carelessly step into a cluster of (sweet, innocent) daisies. What had the daisies ever done to him?
So flowers were his weakness. And unfortunately Allen was aware of this fact.
They fought a lot, squabbled, bickered, quarreled; they just argued a heck a lot. And Allen had nothing against this, he was more than happy to take part in, or start, a fight. But he always regretted it afterwards as his conscience shrieked into his guilty little ear. And so Allen would always walk up to Kanda each and every day, because they fought each and every day, and he would throw his puppy eyes at him and Kanda, who was immune to such things, would open his mouth to shout at him to leave him alone. And then he would promptly close his mouth again when Allen would hand him a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind his back. The bouquet was different every time, different ribbon, different color scheme, different flower, or sometimes when he was really sorry it would be flowers.
Kanda fell for it every time. He would just quietly accept the bouquet and he'd admire them for a moment before elegantly smelling their sweet scent. And then he would look up at Allen and he'd give him a small loving smile. Kanda never smiled in public, he was uncomfortable with the mere idea and thoughtful Allen, who knew that he would be unable to stop himself from smiling if given flowers, always made sure to give him his flowers in private. And then Allen would smile happily and he'd sit down next to Kanda and they'd have dinner or watch some TV together or have- do something else…
Allen thought it was cute, Kanda thought it was embarrassing, Lenalee knew nothing, and Lavi just snickered to himself when no one was looking.
I know it's really short but I just love writing stories for you guys and I just couldn't get this idea out of my head! I hope you guys liked it, please review!