Hm...I don't know if this is fluff or not, somehow things had turned into this one. But at least it had turned into a kiss in the rain.
Oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man
Theme: Rain
Allen had noticed that when rain comes, a certain exorcists was always out there in the ground, approaching into the forest and comes back unnoticably when the rain ends completely. Not many noticed that fact because they were too busy shielding away from the sky's tears.
"Why is Kanda always standing out in the rain?" he asked Lenalee and Lavi, since they knew the samurai longer than him.
"He's always stands there and everytime I try to ask him, he just brush me off." the female exorcist frowned worriedly.
"Same with me." the Bookman apprentice shrugged "Maybe you'll have some luck, moyashi."
"The name's Allen."
And that's how he ended up here, in front of the entrance of the Black Order, clothes wet and clung to his body uncomfortably, trying to look for the dark-haired exorcist.
Fortunately for him, his golem was with him, which made his task easier. He followed Timcanpy, weaving through the bushes and tree branches, grumbling inside his head why in the bloody hell was he searching for him when he could stay inside the Order and enjoy the safe feeling it provided.
He stopped when Timcanpy stopped going, instead his tail pointed at the direction they were going before fluttering away.
Traitor.
He walked forward and a breathtaking scene took his breath away (Duh, why would you call it breathtaking if it doesn't take your breath away?)
Kanda was standing there like a statue, his exorcist uniform clinging onto his tall frame. His hair was wet, raindrops dripping down those silky black locks that had been freed from the hair tie, like a waterfall. The man was staring up ahead, watching those gray clouds with an unrecognized look on his face. Was it pain? Regret? Call him crazy but he thought the man was crying, but it was hard to know when the rain was dripping down from his face to his sharp chin.
Dear God, Yu Kanda looked like a Greek statue now, too handsome for his own good (He would never admit that for the rest of his life).
Allen was suddenly hesitated to approach the male, something was telling him to not interrupt him. But he was worried about the man, he could be sick, which was rubbish because he had never seen him sick for once in his life. Kanda looked like he needed some comfort and Allen, being the kind-hearted one, wanted to give him that.
"Kanda?" he hesitantly called out as he approached the man.
The man didn't seemed to respond as he put his hand out and the droplets of the sky's tears gathered into a small puddle in his palm.
"The sky's gone." he said quietly.
That gave Allen some confused thoughts. He thought the man would give him an insult or something similiar to it, but those three words were so unexpected, so...strange coming out of his mouth. Despite that, Allen offered him some words.
"It'll be back once the rain's over." he said.
"...Hn." the samurai said, turning his head to look at him "When will the rain stop?"
Allen approached him and used his right hand, the hand of a human, to stroke his his cold face.
"When the sky had mourned enough to move on." he said, partly to the rain, and partly to the man in front of him "Come back in, Kanda. You're going to be sick."
The man snorted, and Allen was glad that there was a part where Kanda still remained as Kanda, even in this state.
"I'm not mourning, moyashi." he said.
"Then why are you standing in the rain?" he continued to stroke his cheek, his heart fluttering as the man circled his arms around him, eyes which are a bit red and observed his face. Allen wondered what face was he making.
They didn't say anything, they stood there for what seemed like hours, just staring at each other. Finally, their lips were connected.
Kanda watched carefully as the moyashi's eyes closed, the arm that had been emitting heat to his cheek now tangled in his hair, the other hand was now in gripping the front of his coat, like he was fighting whenever he should pull him closer or push him away, Kanda wasn't having that, though. He tightening his grip and let his tongue glide along those soft lips, silently asking for permission to enter. Fortunately for him, the moyashi opened his mouth and both of their tongues were tangled into an unknown dance, tasting each other and almost knowing what others were thinking, just through a kiss.
He once knew, thanks to the idiot usagi, that the kiss could tell that each person was thinking. Kanda had scoffed back then, thinking that it was bullshit, but now he knew exactly what he meant.
What's wrong? Why are you crying? Why are you mourning?
That was what his kiss meant. If the white-haired male wanted answers, then he'll give him.
I can't get over it.
I am not crying.
Help me.
The kiss broke, and they panted for breath as they took a moment to digest what happened.
This time, Allen had held him with two hands, the hand for the human and the hand for the Akuma. Those silver eyes looked at him with understatement as he pulled him into a hug.
"It's okay, Kanda." he said.
Three words, but they held so much meaning.
I'm here.
I won't let you go.
I'll help you.
Kanda knew at that time that it was time to let go, he had been mourning for too long.
I'm done mourning.
"Thank you." he said.
The rain had stopped a long time ago.
And the sky was blue again.
...This is a good ending, probably the best one I've ever written
Okay, new themes, choose:
1/ Singing In The Shower
2/ Telling A Story
See ya all next time.