Kanda waited by the carriage as you paid the two tickets necessary for passage, surprisingly patient. The teller winked at you, glancing over at Kanda.

"Y' be careful up there, y'here, kiddo? Don't be shakin' my carriages. Sit on opposite sides, an' keep all yer limbs inside." His teeth whistled the 'S' sounds, and spittle flew from the gaps between rotted and broken chunks. Thankfully, you managed to dodge all of it.

"Actually, sir… I was wondering if you could do me a favor." Swallowing down your disgust, you held up a twenty-dollar piece. "Could you stop my carriage at the very top for a few minutes?"

He blinked, and then slid the money from your hand. "I'll see what I can do, love." He said, spreading his lips wide over his slimy teeth. You grinned and waved shortly, heading over to the waiting Kanda.

"Are you ready? He says we have to sit on opposite sides, and keep all our limbs inside. Also, no shaking the carriage." You winked at the last bit, flashing Kanda a cheeky smile. He rolled his eyes, and ducked into the carriage.

"I'll have no issue with that." He growled, avoiding eye contact as you swung in after. You pulled the door to the carriage shut, and slid in beside him. He stood up, and moved across from you.

"Kanda, you're no fun." You tried to sound disappointed, but it just came out gleeful. He continued to ignore you, however, staring out of the carriage window. The wheel jolted to a start, slowly rotating you upwards. You waited patiently, glancing down at the receding ground. It would take a few more minutes to get to the top, so for the time being, you allowed yourself to lapse back into your fantasy.

Allen slid over to the side Kanda was seated on, draping an arm over his shoulder. The now-moving cabin shook slightly, but nothing more. Kanda twitched in irritation, struggling to ignore him. Allen grinned to himself; it wouldn't end well for Kanda if he kept this up.

"Kanda~ come on, today is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be such a tight-ass all the time." He winked, rubbing his thumb down his shoulder. He pressed himself closer to him; biting his lower lip in what he hoped was a seductive manner. Kanda tried to shrug him off, and when that failed, actually reached up and removed his hand.

"Don't touch me, Moyashi." He said, voice hushed with barely suppressed anger. Allen grinned wider, re-wrapping his arm around him, and-

"Moyashi, it stopped. Why did it stop? Did you pay that carnie off?" Kanda accused, snapping you back down-yet again- to earth. He flashed you a bitter snarl, arms still crossed tight across his chest.

"Hm? Oh, no, of course not. How peculiar." You smiled, giving him an innocent shrug. He tched, rolling his eyes. Yeah, you knew he wouldn't believe it, but while he was distracted, you slid across the carriage next to him. The wobble was more than you had imagined, but it was still nothing to worry about.

"Moyashi, what are you- Keep your filthy hands to yourself, slut!" Kanda snapped as you slipped an arm around his waist. You ignored him, leaning upward to his ear. Slowly, your lips parted, and you exhaled softly. He shivered uncomfortably, and tried to push you off. You resisted, grinning slyly, before opening your mouth again and biting down on the top of his ear. He gasped, and sharply elbowed you in the chest. It didn't hurt, but you still backed off, laughing.

"God, Kanda, you're so jumpy." You teased, crossing your legs and arms. He just glowered, and was he- was he blushing? Oh, god, he was blushing. "Wait- don't tell me. You liked that?! Oh, that's hilarious!" You laughed again, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. What an absolutely delicious turn of events. He glared at the bottom of the carriage, seething.

"Touch me again, Moyashi, and it'll be your head." He hissed, but his threat was weak and empty. You were starting to chip away at him, if only a little bit. It pleased you greatly to know that your efforts would eventually pay off. Deciding to push your luck a bit further, you leaned forward, placing your right hand on his thigh. He stiffened and stared it down suspiciously. As he moved to push it off, however, you caught his hand with your left one.

"Aww, Kanda, c'mon," you chided mockingly, squeezing his thigh while tightening your grip on his hand at the same time. You pressed your body closer against his, pinning his free arm in between the two of you. He glared hard straight into your face, teeth gritted as he bit back what was sure to be another venomous insult. You winked your cursed eye, and licked your lips deviously. "You don't seriously think I'd be content to just sit up here while the carriage was stopped, do you?" You could practically hear him admitting to himself that it was a foolish notion.

You paused briefly, studying his face, before deciding. "I'm going to kiss you."

Rather than waiting for verbal consent or at least some sign of agreement, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. This was not like the kiss that had been left pinned against the wall at the beginning. This kiss demanded a response. Your lips moved against his, though his remained stiff and refused to play along. He was still not interested. Frustrated, you leaned back and, giving his thigh a final squeeze, released him. He looked more than furious. He looked beyond rage, beyond any anger you had yet incurred.

He was shaking. He was trembling with his anger, and that was what scared you; though you'd be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you as well. The carriage jolted back to a start as you moved back to your side, and you almost considered apologizing to him on the way back down. He looked enraged beyond belief, and perhaps, if you valued your life (or at least a second date), you should apologize.

"Kanda," You prompted, waiting for him to acknowledge you. When he didn't, you sighed, and continued. "Kanda, I'm sorry. I overstepped my bounds." You tried to sound as sincere as you could, and you were… somewhat, so naturally, when he simply tched at you, you were pretty annoyed.

"Kanda, I'm being serious. I didn't mean to anger you this much. I just wanted to get a little rise out of you." You admitted, though it pained you to do so; not like he didn't already know your tactics. He perked up an eyebrow at you, but nothing more, so you kept on. "I wasn't lying when I said I was interested in you. I don't want to ruin my chances just because of a stupid joke."

He snorted, and it was your turn to arch a confused brow. He looked you dead in the eyes and said, "You never had a chance to begin with, idiot Moyashi."

You thought you felt your eye twitch.

"Kanda, please, I'm being serious-" He raised a hand to silence you. You complied, though rather cantankerously.

"So am I. I mean it; you never had a chance with me, because you were only asking me out to get into my pants. I could see it in your eyes. Your interest in me is solely erotic, and I have no want to be used in such a repugnant manner. In fact, your, let's call them 'advances,' to be amicable, are, and have been revolting and disconcerting. It would be in your best interest to give up and admit defeat, unless you actually are interested in pursuing a quixotic relationship with me. To be frank, I am not interested in either." He used so many big words that it was difficult for you to keep up (quixotic? Seriously?), but you got the gist. He didn't believe that you were romantically interested in him (ugh, seriously, repugnant? What was he, a freakin' dictionary?). You weren't, of course, but you'd thought your acting had been at least semi-passable. You could feel your expression eclipsing. He'd seen right through you. You couldn't give up yet, though. You would not let this opportunity go to waste.

You took a deep breath. Here you go, all your cards on the table. "How can I prove to you that I am serious about wanting to be romantically involved with you? I don't mind abstaining. I can go without sleeping with you, no problem. I've gone this long; what's a little longer? …No, I think I know how I can prove it." Another deep breath. He watched you closely, trying to gauge whether you were being truthful or not. "I can swear that, during the time I will be spending trying to court you," you grinned a bit at that, chuckling. 'Court.' What a funny term. "I will not engage in any type of sexual activity. I will renounce my deviancy."

He looked absolutely flummoxed; it was an expression you'd never seen on him before. You wondered what you'd have to do to make him give it again. It was gone before you had a chance to soak it into your memory, however. He frowned, mulling it over. You were figuratively on the edge of your seat, hands shaking as the carriage slowed to a stop at the bottom. He stood and opened the door, stepping out. You followed close behind, anticipation curling in the pit of your stomach. He stopped a short distance from the wheel, and you beside him. Another deep breath. Kanda finally met your eyes.

"Fine. I'll humor this absurdity for a bit." He caved. You almost broke into your happy dance on the spot; you couldn't fathom that he'd actually believed you. It was really and truly hilarious. You bowed deeply before him, hand folded across your front.

"Thank you for believing me," you started, paused for a tick, then added, "BaKanda." He tched.

"The moment you slip up, this little deal is off, do you hear me? I won't put up with a single lie." You nodded excitedly, beaming.

"No lies! No fingers crossed." You held your hands up in front of you to prove it, and he rolled his eyes. Your childish antics worked on Lavi, but Kanda's personality was the opposite. You'd have to show that you could be serious when it counted; it would not be easy.

"Whatever. You can return to the Order. I want to finish my errands in peace." He narrowed his eyes, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

"Ah, we can't leave yet!" You protested, holding up you remaining tickets. "We still have ten tickets left! Let's go play some games. You can win me a prize so that I can always remember our first date." You grinned. He definitely was not going to want to stay, but you could try, at least.

"Why don't you just call Lavi? I'm sure he'd love to play games with you." He said bitterly, already starting to walk away. You were losing him, Allen! You had to convince him; you had to make him stay.

"I don't want to play with Lavi. I don't like him the way I like you. You're fun. I wanna play games with you today." Weak. That was so weak.

He rolled his eyes, and gritted his teeth hard. Your weak argument was nothing concerning him.

"I am not interested in playing games. I am not interested in you. Go back to the Order, and perhaps you may earn a bit of my favor." Unlikely. Highly unlikely. You pouted hard.

"Kanda, I don't want to. I wanted to spend time around you today. Isn't that why you agreed to join me as well? To spend time with me? Or was it solely out of pity for my repeated failures at wooing you?" He scoffed.

"You call that wooing? A toddler could have done a finer job. All you did was make me even more repulsed by you. Or, was that what you wanted? Is that what you're into? Sleeping with a partner who is so repelled by you that they simply agree to be around you purely out of their own self-loathing and pity? Moyashi, you are a reprehensible cursed cur." His words stung. Or at least, the ones you understood stung. Why did he use such big words? It was such a bother.

"You can't just answer my questions with more questions, BaKanda." You grumbled. What a sore loser you were. "Fine. I'll return, but on one condition!"

"And that would be?"

"You have to have dinner with me!" You could feel the irritation radiating from his skin.

"It is more than sickening to watch you eat, Moyashi." He said blandly. But, it wasn't a no!

"I'll only eat an amount normal for regular humans." You promised. After all, you could always go back and get more food. It wasn't like there was a shortage or anything. "Or, if that's a no- we could finish here at the fair, and I'll leave peacefully."

"As if you could stop me from forcing you to leave." He snapped, turning on heel and heading off. Damn, he wasn't going for it. And here you'd thought you almost had him… simply being the idiot Moyashi you were, you supposed.

"Kanda, please. Pick one. I won't leave you alone until you do." You pleaded, catching his arm and keeping in stride with him. He tried and failed to shrug you off, and finally huffed, annoyed.

"Fine. Dinner. That's it." He grunted. You released him and gave a small cheer. You'd won the battle, at least. The war was still a matter of coin toss, but at least you were beginning to gain some ground with him. It was far better than before.

"Thank you, Kanda. I promise, it'll be enjoyable. What time would you like to meet? Does seven work for you?" You could barely contain your excitement; not for the date, but for his actually falling for it. He really was such a dumbass sometimes. Ah, but if he were smarter, this would not be as fun. You knew, however, that you were tricked as well. In fact, now that you were thinking about it, perhaps he was playing you just as you were him? He could easily just be doing this to force you into abstinence as a game, to see how long you'd fare. It wasn't likely, but he didn't strike you as totally braindead, so it was a possibility.

"Eight. I'll be back by eight." He halted, and you skittered to a stop as well. "Remember, Moyashi. The deal is set. I'll put up with your absurdity for a time, but the moment you slip out of bounds, you leave me alone. Do you understand?" You nodded solemnly, and held out your hand for him to shake. He ignored it, and you awkwardly withdrew.

"You have my word." You swore, crossing your chest with a finger. "Cross my heart." Damn you and your adorable childish antics. You'd been putting on a show for Lavi for so long; it'd take some effort to force yourself out of the habits. He rolled his eyes, and waited for you to leave. He said nothing more, and you knew that it would only irritate him further if you pressed for a response.

Instead of being any less of an irritant, you grabbed his hand and gently placed a kiss on the top before he could react. You dropped it immediately after, straightened back up, and smiled complacently, waving a goodbye.

"I'll see you at eight, then, Yuu Kanda, God's most royal pain in the ass." You teased, shooting a wink. He gritted his teeth; you knew how he felt about that damned God.

"You do not have permission to use my first name, pest." He hissed. You simply laughed and spun towards the game booths.

"Have fun running errands, BaKanda. I'm going to spend the rest of our tickets before I go back, though. I happen to enjoy the fair." He rolled his eyes hard (jeez, how could someone roll their eyes so many times in an hour? It had to be inhuman.), and headed towards the exit yet again. You let him leave this time, and watched him do so from a distance. Once he was out of sight, you passed your tickets on to a random child wandering with its mother, and left as well.

Upon returning home, you headed directly into the cafeteria. Jerry greeted you warmly, and handed you a stick of mitarashi dango he'd had warming as the rest of your order simmered behind him.

"How'd it go, baby doll?" He pried, leaning over the counter. You smiled softly; his innocent curiosity was such a breath of fresh air. No one was left like that in the Order; he was one in a million.

"It actually went pretty nicely, considering. There were a few bumps, but… he actually agreed to go steady with me for a bit, in his own Kanda way." You said this softly, glancing around the cafeteria, wary of eavesdroppers. Jerry did the same, and leaned in further with an excited (and, thankfully, muted) squeal. You took a bite off of the mitarashi, and chewed slowly.

"I knew you could do it! Didn't I tell ya? He was interested after all! You know Kanda- he pretends to be all disinterested, but he ain't gonna do nothing he don't actually wanna do. He'll complain and be bitter to Hell and back, but if he didn't wanna do it, there ain't any force in neither Heaven nor Earth that could make him." You had to admit- Jerry had a point. So, was Kanda interested after all? Or perhaps he was actually playing you, and your suspicion had been correct. It was too early to tell; though you doubted you'd be able to tell in a month as well. You'd simply have to wait until the moment of Truth to know, it seemed. Thoughtfully, you took another bite.

"You're right. You were right. I should've listened to you from the start, Jerry. You're surprisingly knowledgeable about this sort of thing. Do you perhaps have a secret backstory you aren't telling me about?" You teased, the smell of steak cooking wafting into your nose. Your stomach growled, and you bit off the final bite of mitarashi. Jerry laughed.

"Of course I was right. I am pretty smart, after all. Even a kid could see that ya needed to do this. No love-guru secret training needed." A timer rang off in the kitchen, and Jerry whirled around, back into mad chef mode. An instant later, your tray was stacked high with food. You carefully maneuvered to the table Lavi and Lenalee were seated at, and set it all down. They looked up and grinned wide, mischief sparkling in their eyes. Obviously, they'd overheard.

"Dating Kanda, eh? How longs that gonna last, Allen?" Lavi teased as you organized the plates and muttered a short 'itadakimasu.' You closed your eyes. You did not want to talk about this, but it was an inevitable topic.

"I'm just trying to get with him. Still. This is the only option I have left." You said slowly, beginning to scoop food into your mouth. Lavi gave a mock gasp, as if he simply couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You're such a deviant, Allen. You realize that you won't be able to mess around with anyone else while this is going on, right? No sex until you get your way." Lavi pestered, noisily slurping up a bowl of noodles. You narrowed your steely eyes down at your plate.

"Of course I do. What I'm wondering is if you've realized that yet, Lavi. You and Lena, and everyone else, get no more late night visits until I'm finished with this." You hissed. God, you did not want to talk about this. The more you said, the more the reality set in. This was going to be a long month. Or, even longer, perhaps. Who know how long Kanda would hold out? Ugh.

"I've already realized and come to a solution." Lavi declared, dramatically holding up some noodles between his chopsticks. A solution? How could there possibly be a solution to this mess? You couldn't speed up the process; it was already too delicate a situation.

"Explain." You said through a mouthful of potatoes.

"Easy. I'm surprised you haven't figured it out, yet." His eye twinkled at you. "Our rooms are connected, Allen. You won't need to cover up our visits." Lenalee's eyes widened.

"That's brilliant, Lavi! Ruin Allen's one chance at a real relationship." She snapped, and then seemed to realize that what she'd said was rather bellicose. "I mean- I'm sorry, Allen. I doubt it'll be your one chance, but you have to admit- it is your very first official one since you started here, isn't it?" It still stung.

"Yeah. Actually, just first in general." You returned the odious air, stacking empty plates beside you as fast as Lavi could shovel a bite of pasta into his mouth. She bit her tongue.

"Are you sure it's wise to ruin your chances with Kanda by continuing with Lavi?" She asked quietly, lowering her eyes to the soup in front of her.

"Aw, shut it, Lenalee. You're just jealous that I've got the room connecting to his." Lavi argued, setting the chopsticks on top of the empty bowl and placing it to the side. She pouted furiously.

"I am not. I just wish he would think about these things in a more adult manner. You're still just a kid, you know?" She faced you again, genuine concern etched across her face. You almost gagged.

"Lenalee Lee. I believe I can make my own decisions, yes? You have had no complaints during our own visits." Her face flushed, and she stuttered a response under her breath. Lavi laughed, and stood up, holding his bowl. She rose as well, taking her half empty one and hurrying to the sink. Lavi paused before following, glancing at you.

"Can I see you in five?" He asked quietly, so as not to be heard. You scanned the cafeteria quickly- you never knew when Noise Marie could be listening. Fortunately for you, he seemed to be nowhere in sight. He'd tell on you to Kanda for sure.

You nodded in response, holding back a grin. At least you had one good thing on your side. You'd have to be careful about it, sure, but this was a constant. You could count on this. Your chest fluttered oddly as you cleared away your dishes quickly, and returned to your room.

When you entered, you found Lavi sitting cross legged on your bed. His shirt and headband had been removed, and were carelessly littered over your floor. You could guess that your clothes, and the rest of his, would be soon to follow. He glanced up as the door opened, and smiled wide. You shut the door, before making your way back to him and sitting across.

"You took your time, Allen." He teased, leaning forward and gripping the bottom of your shirt. You let him pull it off of you, and smiled back.

"What? Can't handle a little wait?" You returned, draping your arms around the back of his neck and sliding into his lap. You crossed your legs around his waist and hovered your lips centimeters from his, allowing him the first move.

"Not when it comes to the delicious little boy I so crave." He smirked, pressing his lips not to yours, but instead below, on the core of your neck. You tilted your head back, and shut your eyes halfway.

"I've told you, Lavi- I find it creepy when you call me 'little boy' in bed." You protested the nickname halfheartedly, but your complaints were cut off by wandering hands. One cupped the small of your back, freezing against the furnace of your body, while the other drifted below your belt, undoing the button that held your tight jeans up. He unzipped slowly, and pressed his cold hand teasingly against the soon-to-be bulge in your shorts. You sucked in a short gasp of air as his hand continued past the thin elastic, and ice met your skin.

"You were saying…?" He chuckled, voice husky with lust. You shivered, and pressed yourself closer to him in an effort to seek salvation from the cold of his fingers. You could already feel yourself growing hard; it didn't help that his passion was pressing wantonly against your thigh. His hand gripped you tight as his mouth parted against your neck, and he bit down rudely. You gasped quiet in his ear, and his hands tightened on both areas grabbed. He understood that you needed to remain hushed, lest you wished your efforts today to be in vain. Conversely, he also realized how much you needed him in this instant, and was more than willing to comply.

Even here, you couldn't help but think of Kanda. His strong body seemed to call to you, like a sirens song, begging you to crash helplessly against it and drown in its waves. You imagined yourself pressed against it, instead of Lavi. It excited you more than you'd expected, though fortunately, Lavi thought it to be from his actions. You panted his name out in soft encouragement as he pressed you back against your sheets and fully removed your pants. To hush you, he pressed his lips against yours.

It wasn't as though you hadn't kissed him before during sex- because you had, but nothing quite like this one. Once he had finished struggling with his own jeans, he slid both hands up to the side of your face and kissed you deeply. You moved your hands from his neck to the back of his head, and tangled your fingers within his hair. This was interesting. He usually did not stop advances for a mere kiss. But, perhaps this was not a mere kiss; it did not feel like the others he'd given him. It was far gentler, far more meaningful. And all too soon, it was over. He panted against your neck for a tick, and then bit down on it hard as he pressed into you. Bliss filled your body, and you untangled a hand to press it against your mouth. Even if you weren't completely silent, it was at least something. He suckled gently at his selected spot, though not hard enough nor long enough to leave a mark, before moving to another target. His hands rubbed hard at your sides, the icy chill of them keeping you grounded even if just a small amount. You bucked your hips back against him, nearly begging for the pace to change. Even in this state, however, you knew how impossible it would be for him to be any type of rough with you. You simply could not risk being heard.

It was not long before you could feel your climax pushing up through you. Lavi felt it as well, and drifted a hand down to your member, wrapping cold phalanges around it and pumping from base to tip in a slow, tedious manner. He hummed softly against your neck, now soaked in his saliva and your sweat, keeping up his slow but sure pace. Your breath hitched hard as it washed over you, and he silenced you once more by pressing his lips to yours. Your body arched into his, and he pressed his weight onto you to keep you down. Short, desperate whines vibrated in your throat as pure, numbing nirvana overtook you. He followed you not far behind, cumming straight into you. You didn't mind- in fact, usually you asked him to do so. It turned you on to smell like your lover; no matter how the scent was acquired. The kiss lasted longer than the orgasm, however, and soon became a mad battle of clashing teeth and dueling tongues. He pinned your hands back against the mattress, and dominated it fiercely. It was his own way of showing that you belonged to him, no matter what.

Finally, he slid off of you. Both of you were out of breath, and panted hard into the stagnant bedroom air. After minutes of this, you grabbed the blanket bunched up at the end of the bed, and pulled it up around both of you. He wrapped his arms around your much smaller body, and held you tight against him. He wanted to say something, and you knew what it was. You couldn't allow it.

"What time is it, Lavi?" You asked, interrupting him before he could begin. He shifted up a little, checking your wall clock.

"Just about four in the evening." He responded, punctuating it with a yawn. You returned the sentiment, closing your eyes against his chest.

"Could you wake me up at seven…?" You asked softly. He nodded, and you allowed yourself to drift off in his arms. Just how long could you stave off his confession? Surely, he knew you couldn't reciprocate. You didn't feel emotions such as romantic love for someone. It never came to you. Surely, he knew that.

A/N

sorry that I update so slowly, haha... I'm already partially through chapter 4, so I might update soonish. Really, I just usually am too lazy to update. I apologize! I'll do my best to be more frequent. In other news, Lavi and Allen! They certainly have come up with a possibly foolproof plan. I wonder how long they can keep this up before Kanda figures it out? Allen, you're such a heartless dick. Love you guys xoxo please send me messages!