Holy shit that took forever. -is dead- And I'm two days behind. Oh well. You guys will get them eventually! Not on the right days, mind you, but you will get these oneshots. Might get a couple on X-mas, cause I'm lame. But at least I won't be three day's behind. Just two again. I still need to do todays and yesterdays. but whatever.
Warning! This is a really depresssing oneshot. In my opinion anyways. So, happy reading! 8D Please Review!
Comfort
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::SiDe Of A bUlLeT::
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet...How could you take his life away? - nickelback
Kanda rounded the corner swiftly, panting. It had to be here somewhere. The door! It had to be here somewhere. But it was dark and wet and he was having trouble keeping on his feet as he scrambled, hands on the wall beside him, down the alleyway. The rain kept coming down and Kanda didn't know if he could get any more wet, or if he was completely soaked through. But he had to keep going. He had to save him. It was all his fault in the first place. He was so stupid.
Finally he found the door. The old warehouse was large, stuck in the outskirts of town, and the door was in a very strange place, off to the side. But being as desperate as he was, Kanda hadn't remembered which, and he had had gone around the whole damn thing. He had tripped once in the process, hitting his knee on a piece of decrepit metal that lay on the side, but thankfully had missed the barbed wire.
The storm had become stronger. The wind, that before had just been a subtle tug, now slammed the rain into him and the side of the building, attempting to blow his hair, which had plastered itself to his neck and back. The rain had started to build, coming down in sheets. It was dark. He couldn't see much as he pulled open the door and ran inside, almost slipping on the cement, his shoes soaking wet and covered in mud. The door slammed shut behind him, blown closed by the wind.
He panted softly, wiping hair from his face and looked around. It was almost too dark to see anything in the old warehouse. But he had to be here!
"Allen?" he called out and his voice echoed through the shelves and crates. He froze, listening. But all he could hear was the sound of the rain and the howling wind that was attacking the sides of the warehouse. The interior of the building was silent, beside his panting and the steady drip of water coming from his clothes, hair and boots. He started walking, looking around as he did so. "Allen, are you here?"
Then he heard a muffled noise, like someone gasping through a gag. It sounded so familiar to him and he was ashamed. And this was his fault. And then it seemed like it was pulled away, because the person choked and then cried, "Kanda?!". His navy eyes widened.
"Allen?!" he called, turning in a full circle.
"Kanda?! Kanda w-where are you?" the voice sobbed. "P-please…please h-h-help me."
Kanda turned. It was coming from that direction. He started running, breaths coming out in loud gasps again. His heart was pounding. He knew the drill. He knew what was going to happen. And he knew also that there was no way of stopping it. Because it as good as already happened.
"Allen!" Kanda called again, rounding a corner. And froze. This wasn't right though. This wasn't right at all. He just started at what was before him. On one of the shelves, in the little dead end, sat a jet-black laptop. And it was opened to a screen showing the boy he was looking for. He took one step forward then rushed forward, nearly crashing into the shelves.
"Allen? Allen can you hear me?" he panted out, holding onto the shelves so that he wouldn't fall over. The boy tied to the chair on the computer screen paused, turning his blind folded head in several directions, as if confused.
"K-Kanda?" he asked, whimpering. "H-help me! I-it h-hurts…"
"…Calm down, Allen," Kanda said, forcing himself to take deeper breaths so that he would stop his gasping. He was able to talk in a somewhat even tone.
"W-what's…what's going on? K-K-Kanda?" he asked, struggling in the chair. Kanda stared at him, noticing that the ropes holding Allen's wrists were tinted red. Dried blood matted the threads and as the boy struggled even more, blood started dripping slowly down his fingers. He winced, gasping.
"A-Allen…" Kanda said slowly, staring at the boy.
"You know how it goes, Kanda." The voice surprised Kanda so much that he jerked around, looking for where it was coming from. When he realized that it too was coming from the computer, he turned back.
"He didn't do anything! This isn't his fault," Kanda said. "…C-can he here us?"
"No, he cannot," the man said. "He can't hear the conversation now. And you can't hear him. But you know why this is happening. Of course it's his fault."
Kanda stared at the screen. Tears were rolling down Allen's cheeks from behind the blindfold and he had started struggling even more. The ebony haired man could see him cry out again, calling his name, but he couldn't hear anything, and the boy couldn't hear him if he said anything. "Let him go," Kanda said, somewhat desperately.
"Is that desperation I hear?" the man asked. Kanda's eyes never left Allen. He looked like he was yelling now. And then someone came into view and hit his hard in the face, silencing him. Kanda shifted forward, a vowel sound coming from the back of his throat. "You really do care for this boy, don't you Kanda?"
"Apparently, since I'm here," he growled, teeth clenched together. Hands balled into fists, he was shaking slightly. This was all his fault. This whole damn mess was his fault! He leaned against the shelf so that his legs didn't give way.
"You have a point, Kanda," he said in his calm, smooth voice. He always used that voice with something like this. So soothing. And usually the person believed him. But Kanda knew better. "But you do know what's going on. You know how this works. Do I have to tell you?"
"Yes, because this is different," Kanda said and hit the computer. It flashed momentarily, then came back. Allen was still sitting in the chair, bruise starting to form on his cheek. Kanda took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Let me talk to him."
"All in good time, Kanda."
"Damn you, Tyki. Let me talk to him," Kanda snarled. The connection was silent for a moment.
"Very well, Kanda," he said, a smirk hidden in his voice. "You may talk." And he clicked off. A moment later he could hear Allen again.
"Allen?" Kanda asked.
Allen looked around swiftly again. "Kanda! K-Kanda!" he cried. His lip was bleeding from the blow to his face and the bruise had darkened even more. Anger coursed through him.
"I'm here," he said, swallowing. "Allen, I'm here."
"W-where?! Where am I-I?" he cried. "W-why am I here? Why are they doing this? I d-didn't do anything!" He was sobbing now, struggling even more.
"Allen!" Kanda said. "Stop. Just…stop struggling. You're going to hurt yourself even more."
The boy froze, then gave a small nod, whimpering. "Just…calm down," Kanda said slowly although he knew that calming down would do nothing. There was no reason to calm down. There was no reason. Because it wouldn't do anything. But freaking out wouldn't either. It really didn't matter what he did. It as good as already happened. He couldn't do anything.
"Well done, Kanda," Tyki said, coming back. "You calmed him down. So he'd believe you if—"
"I'm not saying it. I'm not," Kanda said, cutting Tyki off. "I'm not going to say that when I know what you're going to do."
"Most people know what I'm going to do, yet they still say it," Tyki commented, and Kanda could easily see him leaning back in his chair, fingers crossed before him, a smug smirk on his face.
"…Let him go," Kanda said in a quiet voice.
"Kanda you have to say it," Tyki said.
"I'm not going to," the dark haired man growled. He couldn't lie to Allen like that. He couldn't.
"But you have to. And he'll believe you too. Look how he calmed down when you told him to stop struggling. He's going to believe you. How sad," Tyki said. "Say it."
Kanda was silent for a moment. "…What…do I say?" he asked.
"Tell him everything is going to ok, Kanda. You've heard this before," Tyki said. "Tell him you're going to get him."
Kanda gritted his teeth then swallowed. "…O…Ok," he managed to get out.
"Very good," Tyki said. "I always knew I could trust you." And then he clicked off. Kanda was silent a moment, staring unseeing at the screen. Allen had started panicking again. He had spoken, but when Kanda hadn't replied, he had thought something had happened. His breaths were coming out in gasps and pants and he was whimpering.
"A-Allen," Kanda said, voice cracking slightly.
"P-please…K-Kanda…h-help…m-me…" he whimpered, pulling weakly at the ropes that were tying his wrists. He shook his head, trying to look around and get the blindfold off.
"I…I will, Allen," he said. It took all his strength to do so. "I will. I-I'm going to get you, ok? I'm going to."
Allen paused. "Y-you are?" he whispered. "You're g-going to g-get me?"
"Yes," Kanda said, swallowing to clear his throat. "A-and…" he broke off. Someone had just come into view. It was Tyki. And he was holding a gun. He was smirking. He looked straight at the screen, making eye contact with Kanda.
"Say it," he hissed. Allen froze at the sound. Tyki raised the gun, pointing it at Allen, an inch or so away from his head so that the boy wouldn't know it was there.
"I-its…Its going to be ok, Allen," Kanda choked out. "Everything's going to be fine."
"…O-ok," Allen whispered. "I b-believe you…" He shifted a little in the chair, breathing low and harsh.
And then Tyki pulled the trigger. Kanda yelled "NO!" as the gun went off. Allen slumped immediately, blood pooling under him from the bullet. Kanda had to close his eyes, swallowing, or else he would've been sick. Blood matted the once silver hair. It was…too much… He was dead. He was dead and he had believed Kanda.
-36 Hours Prior-
"K-Kanda? W-what do you mean…leaving?" the boy asked, eyes impossibly wide as he sat on the floor, legs crumpled underneath him. "Y-you c-can't…" Silver eyes welled with tears. He couldn't leave. It was…he couldn't leave.
The dark haired man looked at him for a long moment. "I can," he said, looking away. "And by leaving, I mean leaving. What else do you think I mean by that, Moyashi?" It was taking all his willpower to do this to the boy before him. But he couldn't stay with him. It was too dangerous.
"N-no!" Allen said, making an attempt to stand but failing. Instead he leaned against the wall, staring at the man before him. He had been pushed there. Roughly, without consideration. He had been trying to stop Kanda from leaving and the man had rounded on him, pushing him away with so much force that Allen had slammed into the wall and slid down. He didn't have the strength to stand.
Kanda couldn't meet Allen's gaze. He didn't want to hurt the boy. But if he stayed, he would. He already had. He gritted his teeth. This was all his fault. He knew that he wasn't allowed, but he had anyway. He had gone with the younger boy sitting on the floor, had even possibly fallen in love. But of course, that was strictly forbidden. Allen wouldn't understand. So he had to leave before something worse happened.
The silver haired boy gave a ragged cough, doubling over. Kanda froze. Had he done something? Had he pushed him back too hard. Allen continued coughing, whole body shaking violently. They didn't sound good. Carefully, Kanda took a step towards the boy. "…Moyashi?" he asked.
"…I-I'm…f-fine…" he wheezed, coughing subsiding somewhat. He pushed himself back, so that his back was resting against the wall. He stared up at Kanda. "P-please…d-don't…don't leave…"
Kanda gritted his teeth. This was all his fucking fault. All of this shit was his fault. It was his fault that Allen was staring up at him desperately, why he couldn't let go of the silver haired boy, because he did love him.
But that love didn't mean anything to the men he was trying to protect the boy from. They didn't care. "I can't…stay here…" he managed to say, looking away so that Allen couldn't see the look in his eyes. The longing. Desperation.
Using the wall, Allen pulled himself up to his feet, shaking. He covered his mouth, coughing again, then letting it fall. Leaned against the wall. "Y-you can't! N-not after…not after everything!" he cried. "W-why now?! D-did I do something w-w-wrong? Was I n-not good enough?!"
Kanda made a small noise, something between a growl and a sound of desperation. "Damn it! You're making this even harder than it already is! I can't stay! You don't fucking understand!" he said with such venom that Allen recoiled, pressing himself against the wall. Kanda took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.
"K-Kanda?" he breathed, silver eyes wide. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but Kanda didn't know if it was because of his words, his push, or the coughing fit Allen had just undergone. "P-please…please…d-don't…I can't…live without you…"
"…Shoot me," Kanda said, hitting his head against the wall. "Bury me. This is all my fucking fault." His hands were closed into fists, which trembled by his sides.
Allen stared at him, confusion in his eyes. He didn't know what Kanda was talking about.
"W-what is?" the boy asked nervously. He shifted, keeping a hand on the wall for support. He would fall otherwise. His chest was aching painfully. Damn body, couldn't handle all this stress. His heart was pounding loudly and he could hear the blood pulsing through his ears. He didn't want Kanda to leave. He couldn't handle him leaving.
Kanda rested his head against the wall, leaning. His whole being had fallen still and his navy eyes were closed. Then Allen saw him take a deep, steadying breath, and those dark eyes flickered open. He didn't look around for a few long minutes. Then he turned his head a little and surveyed the boy.
"…What's wrong, Moyashi?" he asked in a rough voice. "And your coughing…"
"N-nothing," Allen stuttered, looking away. He had kept it a secret. He hadn't wanted Kanda to think that he was weak, because he knew that his body was. That his body could've failed at any moment, giving out. "Its n-nothing…I j-just…have a cold…"
"It isn't nothing, Baka," he growled, pushing himself away from the wall and going over to the boy. "You're not sick." Kanda lifted Allen's jaw a little, forcing those silver eyes to look at him. "…Tell me."
"…You're going to leave!" Allen cried, pulling his head away. "Because I'm weak! That's why y-you're leaving!"
"I was leaving because I don't want you dead!" he snarled, yanking Allen's face back and holding the boy's chin between his two fingers. Allen made a soft whine, trying to pull away, although confusion had filled his eyes yet again. He closed his eyes a little, trying to pull from the other man's grasp.
"K-Kanda," he whimpered. "I-its nothing…"
"If you tell me, I'll tell you why I was leaving," Kanda said flatly.
Allen froze, eyes widening. He stopped trying to pull away and just staring at Kanda. "W-what?" he asked. He was still trembling, and couldn't stop himself from doing so, but he wanted to know the reason that Kanda wanted to leave.
"I-its j-just my h-heart…" he mumbled, silver eyes flickering down, not daring to look at Kanda. Kanda was still for a moment, then let go of Allen's chin, leaning forward and placing a hand on the wall beside Allen, trapping him there.
"I'm not what you think," Kanda breathed into Allen's ear, causing a strong shiver to go through the body of the boy. "Not just a normal person."
"T-then…then…what…" Allen asked, staring at the wall. He could feel Kanda's warmth pressed against him and it scared him and he didn't know why. He felt so much stronger than normal.
"…My work isn't really…all that lawful…" he murmured, then licked Allen's ear. He was having trouble stopping himself take the boy now. He was so tempting. He hadn't really heard him when he said the thing about his heart.
"W-what?" Allen asked. "W-what do you…do?" He gasped softly, eyes closing partially when he felt Kanda's tongue.
Kanda didn't answer for the longest time, just let his lips trail across the boy's neck, nipping teasingly. The boy's gasp added to how much Kanda just wanted to do him right there, screw the consequences. "…Would you believe me if I told you I killed for a living?" he asked in his ear. Allen stiffened.
"W-what?!" he gasped but before he could say anything else, he broke off. Kanda's hand had slipped under his shirt. His hand felt rough against the skin on his stomach and then he gasped even louder as those fingers brushed one of his nipples.
"…I can't help myself," Kanda murmured as Allen moaned softly. "You shouldn't be so tempting."
"I-I d-don't mean to be…" Allen whispered then flinched slightly, gasping again. Kanda's hands were wandering down. Allen didn't know if he wanted to or not, but he didn't want to push Kanda away, for fear that he would leave. Because he might.
Kanda pulled back a little and kissed him deeply. The boy kissed him back willingly. "I don't want to leave you," he murmured through the kiss, breaking it after a moment. "But if my boss finds out…that I've…become close…I have to leave."
"No! You don't!" Allen said, shaking his head swiftly. "Don't leave me!"
Kanda watched him for a moment, then kissed him again, passionately, swiftly, deeply. He pressed himself against the boy, hooking his pants on a finger, and yanking them down a little. Allen pressed into the kiss, arms around Kanda's neck. He was acting slightly feverish.
Kanda broke the kiss for a moment, taking a breath before kissing him again. He slipped his tongue into Allen's mouth, pulling the boy's pants down completely. God, he loved this boy. He didn't want to leave him. He didn't want him dead either. Allen shifted, making a small noise as Kanda's tongue brushed the roof off his mouth.
One of his slender hands had started undoing Kanda's shirt swiftly but froze, groaning, when Kanda pressed a finger into him. He panted into the kiss, eyes closed. His back arched a little as the other pushed his finger farther into him, moving it before adding another. Allen broke away from the kiss when he did that, groaning and gasping.
"Nng…ah…ha…" he breathed, clenching his teeth slightly before gasping again. "K-Kanda…" His arms had slid down slightly and now he was gripping Kanda's shoulders.
"What?" Kanda murmured in his ear, pulling his hand away. The boy relaxed a little, still holding onto the other's shoulders. He panted softly, leaning his head back against the wall. Kanda undid his own pants, pulling Allen's leg over his hip, and thrusting in. Allen jerked forward, hitting Kanda's chest and crying out. His hand tightened on Kanda's shoulder.
Kanda grunted, shifting. He gripped Allen's leg more tightly and went in again, crushing the boy against the wall. Allen's other foot lifted off the ground slightly as Kanda thrust in. He gasped, jerking a little.
"Nng…gahh…" he groaned, head going back. Kanda took the chance to lean forward and attack it, biting and sucking at the pale skin. His thrusts became harder and rougher as he continued, groaning, as he wanted more of the heat the boy offered. Allen was gasping for air, moaning and letting out small mewls of pleasure.
Allen shifted then tensed violently, crying out loudly as Kanda hit his sweet spot. "Ngah! K-Kanda!" he cried, eyes tightly shut.
"Gh…" Kanda grunted. "S-something wrong, Moyashi?"
Allen didn't answer. Kanda moved a little and Allen's foot slipped on the ground. He slid down the wall a little and then let out a ragged groan as the man was forced a little farther than he had gone before. Kanda hooked his legs and pulled him up a little, now holding him up, pressing him against the wall. Allen's legs hooked on Kanda's hips as he went in again.
"Kya!" Allen cried, back hitting the wall a little. Kanda slammed in again, groaning. The boy was so damn good. He could barely get enough. He didn't understand why he had waited. The boy was making some of the loveliest noises and gasps, breaths coming out in gasps. "I-I…K-Kanda! I-I'm going to c—"
Kanda bit at his neck, a little harder then he had been meaning. Allen's back arched off the wall and he clawed at the other's back, releasing with a loud cry. Kanda winced a little at the volume of Allen's yowl. The boy gasped a little as the man went in again, slamming in once more before releasing as well.
Allen whimpered softly, mouth gaping as he tried to get air. Kanda leaned against the boy, panting. Together they slid down the wall, both panting. Allen was leaning to the side, eyes half closed, a dazed look in his eyes. His heart was pounding hard, aching in his chest.
"…Allen?" Kanda murmured, watching the boy as he moved, collapsing next to him.
"J-just…give me…a minute," he gasped, closing his eyes tightly. He couldn't get his breath back. His heart throbbed painfully. "Ah…"
"What's wrong?" Kanda asked, eyes narrowing slightly. He turned Allen to him a little and the boy fell against him, panting hard. The man's navy eyes widened in shock. What was happening? It looked like he was having trouble breathing. At this rate, there wouldn't be any consequences because he was already gone. Kanda hit his head against the wall for even thinking that. "Moyashi?!"
"I c-can't…breathe…" he gasped, shaking slightly. Tears were in his eyes. "Can't…it hurts…ow…"
"What's happening?" Kanda asked. He was completely lost.
But Allen was already calming slightly. He was taking deep breaths, eyes closed. He had braced himself against Kanda, his head against Kanda's chest. "Its…its ok," he mumbled. "I can…breathe now…"
"What the hell happened?" Kanda snapped.
"M-my heart," Allen murmured. "Weak heart…that was a little…intense…"
"A little?" Kanda grunted. "Damn, Allen…" He leaned down and kissed him. Allen smiled slightly, pulling away from the kiss.
"…You're not leaving…right?" Allen asked carefully, staring at Kanda. Kanda shook his head.
"I won't leave you," he murmured, pulling him close. "And I'll keep you safe."
-ooo -
Allen headed out of the school, sighing softly. He was still tired, but happy. Kanda wasn't going to leave him. He had thought he had been. For about a half-hour, he seriously thought that Kanda was going to leave him. But he still couldn't believe what the dark haired man had told him. That he 'killed for a living'. He had asked what that had entailed. Kanda was a hitman. He still couldn't believe it.
The 17-year-old ran a hand through his hair, shifting his bag on his shoulder. The other students were still hanging out, but he wanted to see Kanda again. One of his friends gave him a small warning, that he should steer clear of him, that he was a bad influence, but he just shrugged it off.
As he was passing an alleyway, something came out of nowhere, covering his mouth. It turned out to be a man, who dragged him into the shadows. Allen let out a startled yelp through the hand, and started to struggle.
"Easy now," a voice said in his ear. Allen's eyes narrowed slightly and elbowed the guy holding him in the ribs as hard as he could. He grunted in pain and surprise, but kept his hold on Allen. "Ah…d-damn. I can see why Yu l-likes you though."
Allen froze, eyes widening. "W-what?" he whispered through the hand.
"Ah ah," the man said in his ear, and Allen could tell he was grinning. "No more elbowing me?"
Allen paused, then nodded.
"Ok, cool, because that fucking hurt." He pulled away a little and Allen saw a redheaded man, probably the same age as Kanda, holding him. One eye, his right, was covered with an eye patch. A grin was plastered across the face, but there was something dark about it that made Allen nervous. "So, you gunna come with me easy or do I have to knock you out?"
The boy tried to pull away from him, but the redhead held him easily. "None of that now," he said with that same grin. "You're coming with me."
"W-who are you?" Allen mumbled through the hand. "H-how do you know Kanda?!"
"Oh, so you don't call him Yu? Pity. I'd think you would, since you shagged and all. But I guess he's so broody…he wouldn't tell you that. But I have to say I've known him for longer…we're in the same line of work, me and Yu…" he grinned at the small pun. "I know, I know, stupid."
Allen was aghast. First off, how did this man—who clamed to know Kanda longer—know about what had happened the day before? Second, same line of work?! He sucked in a swift breath, trying to stay calm. Hitman. This guy…that's what he was. Was he going to kill him?! He hadn't done anything!
"So, you gunna come quiet?" the redhead asked and pulled his hand away from Allen's mouth. He shifted slightly, holding Allen tighter as he did so. The moment he did this though, Allen sucked in breath to yell. The hitman covered his mouth again, sighing loudly. "I really didn't want to knock you out, since you're so cute, and Yu'd kill me. But I guess he's not really a threat anymore. So I'm gunna have to."
Allen struggled, trying to pull away. His eyes were wide with fear. Why was this happening. And then the redhead hit him hard over the head with something that looked suspiciously like the butt of a gun.
-ooo-
The silver haired high schooler moaned, head lolling a little as his eyes fluttered open. His head really hurt. Why did it hurt? Oh yeah, because that redheaded guy had hit him over the head with a gun. Then panic coursed through him. Hitman. He was…where the hell was he?! He lifted his head a little and found he couldn't really keep it up so he let it loll, eyes glazed and barely open.
"Nice job, Lavi," a smooth voice was saying. "I knew you could get him."
"He wasn't that hard to get," a familiar voice said. Was that the redhead? It sounded like him. But Allen couldn't see much of anything, and certainly couldn't focus. "He's got a strong elbowing though."
"He elbowed you?" the first voice asked, sounding amused.
There was a small noise that could've been taken as a 'yes'. "In the ribs. It fucking hurt," the redhead said. Allen could tell it was him now. He was waking up a little more, and could concentrate just a bit better. His eyes flickered open and he pulled his head up slowly, seeing if he could do it. He managed to do so, and looked around. All he saw were blurry shapes.
"Oh, the kid's waking up," the redhead, Lavi, said.
"I was beginning to worry that you had hit him a little too hard. And then I wouldn't be very happy with you," the smooth voice said sternly. "But now we don't have to worry about that fact."
Lavi gave a small nervous laugh. "Right boss. See, I didn't kill him," he said. Allen blinked several times, and his vision cleared.
"You forgot to cover his eyes," the deeper voice stated and Allen could see a tall dark figure leaning against the wall. He shifted a little where he stood, but he was still out of focus.
"Oh, oh, whoops," Lavi said. The boy saw the redhead come over quickly and then everything went dark again. He started struggling, finding himself tied to the chair he sat on. He winced slightly as the ropes tying his wrists bit into his skin.
"W-what do you want with me?" Allen choked out. "I-I didn't do anything!" He squirmed in his seat, tugging at his wrists and ignoring the pain. He wanted out. He didn't want to be here. He hadn't done anything!
"Of course you did something," the smooth voice said and Allen could hear footsteps echoing through the room where they were, wherever that was. And then he felt breath across his face and he flinched back a little. Whoever it was, was right before him. He could smell cigarette smoke on the man's breath. "You citizens are always the ones are to blame."
"W-what?" Allen squeaked. The man seemed to have straightened up. He was circling. There was an signal unseen or heard by Allen and something hit the boy across the face hard. He let out a small cry, gasping and would've fallen from the chair if not for being tied.
"You've distracted Kanda," the smooth voice said. "He's a fine man, but if he has distractions and…attractions…he may mess up and we don't want that."
"Yeah, don't want Yu to get killed," Lavi stated from a little bit away. Allen turned his head swiftly, gasping. He didn't know where either of them were, or what they were going to do to him. Panic was starting to set in.
"You sure are a jumpy thing, aren't you?" the deeper voice said.
"Tyki…you're scaring him," Lavi stated.
Tyki chuckled darkly. "Isn't that the point?" he murmured. Allen could imagine a wide smirk on the man's face, even if he didn't know what he looked like. "Call Yu."
Allen started struggling harder. "L-let me go!"
Tyki and Lavi both ignored him. "Right-o, boss," the redhead said and Allen heard two sets of feet leaving the room.
"No!" Allen cried. "L-let me go! What're you going t-to do to me?! K-Kanda!" But no one paid any heed to his cries, ignoring him and locking him up in the room wherever it was. He struggled harder, feeling blood starting to drip from his wrists. Why was this happening? How had he gotten dragged into this? Was Kanda going to come? He was in a state of panic and he couldn't think straight.
Allen had fallen into a half-doze when someone came back. The person who came back was Lavi. "How you holdin' out, Moyashi?" he asked. His tone was teasing. Allen tensed, his breath catching in his throat. How did he know what Kanda called him? Even if it annoyed him…it was Kanda who called him that.
"H-how do you know t-that name? W-what're you going to do to me? Where's Kanda?" his voice was high, and cracked slightly as he turned his head around, trying to figure out where Lavi was standing.
"Just a little lesson," Lavi said cheerfully. Then the chair squeaked a little and Allen pressed back as Lavi leaned forward, hands on the arms of the chair. "He'll come for you. He said he would, wouldn't he? Yu always keeps his word. Always."
Allen swallowed, turning his head away from Lavi. "Y-yeah…I k-know," he whispered, then let out a yelp as something him across the face, cold and hard and not a hand.
"You have some great yelps, kid," Lavi said and his footsteps told Allen that he was walking away, or maybe he was walking in a circle. "I can see why Kanda wanted to fuck you…"
"S-stop," Allen said, tears rolling down his cheeks from the pain.
"He's just a greedy bastard anyway," Lavi continued.
"N-no! He cares!" Allen cried. "H-he's gunna save me."
"Yes, I know he will," the redhead commented. "Sweet dreams." And then the door was pulled open and Lavi's footsteps disappeared. The door slammed closed.
Allen whimpered, tugging at the bindings. "K-Kanda…" he whispered, chewing at his lip. He didn't want to die, if that's what the people were going to do. He shifted in the seat, turning his head, just as he heard someone say his name. He perked up a little. Was that…?
"KANDA!" he yelled, tugging harder on the bindings. He heard his name being called again, distant, far away. "Kanda! K-Kanda, w-where are you? Please…p-please h-help me." His wrists stung and his face was throbbing. He wanted Kanda to help him. He was the only one…He would. He always kept his word. He would save him. He would keep him safe.
"Allen?" Kanda again. He sounded closer. "Allen, can you hear me?"
Why wouldn't he be able to hear him? It sounded like he was in the room with him. Was he not there? Maybe he was outside, and there was a speaker or something.
"K-Kanda? Help m-me. I-it hurts," he gasped, clenching his teeth as pain lanced through his arms from the ropes. There was a pause, a soft panting. Was that Kanda?
"…Calm down, Allen," Kanda said to him. Allen took a deep breath, attempting this. It was too hard. He couldn't calm down. Not when he was tied and blindfolded.
He gasped, again trying to even out his breath and stuttered, "W-what's…what's going on? K-K-Kanda?" He struggled, feeling the cuts that had stopped bleeding on his wrists start once again as he tugged hopelessly at the ropes.
"A-Allen…" Was that a quiver in Kanda's voice? Was that worry? Desperation? He didn't know, but he didn't like it. It made him scared. He called out Kanda's voice, but now he couldn't hear anything. Everything had fallen silent.
"K-Kanda?" he called again. Everything was silent. What was happening?! Where was Kanda? He kept struggling, gasping for air. His head was pounding painfully. All he could hear was the blood in his ears. He cried out, just a vowel sound now.
The door opened on the side and Allen turned. Footsteps. And then something across his face and he let out a choked sob, keeping his head down as the footsteps retreated. His cheek was stinging even more now. He whimpered. Where was Kanda?
And then suddenly, "Allen?"
"Kanda!" Allen yelped, looking around swiftly. Was he in the room. "Kanda?"
"I'm here. Allen, I'm here." Allen pushed away the fact that he could hear a small waver in Kanda's voice. He looked around again. Where was he?!
"W-where?! Where am I-I? W-why am I here? Why are they doing this? I d-didn't do anything!" Allen sobbed, tugging at the ropes. He let out a soft cry, trying to get the blindfold off. It didn't work.
"Allen!" Kanda said. "Stop. Just…stop struggling. You're going to hurt yourself even more."
The boy paused, breaths coming out in loud gasps. Then he gave a small nod. The man was silent for another moment, then said, "Just…calm down." He gasped, trying to calm himself down. It was too hard. And then everything fell silent once more. Why did he keep going away? Allen wanted him here! Allen wanted him here now!
"W-where are you? Kanda! Help me!" he cried, fidgeting and shifting his feet on the ground. What was happening? Why did Kanda keep getting quiet? Was he really not there? And then something popped and he could hear Kanda's voice again.
"A-Allen," he said. Allen heard his voice crack. He had never heard his voice like that. What was going on?
"P-please…K-Kanda…h-help…m-me…" he whimpered. He wanted nothing else than Kanda being there, holding him, telling him nothing was going to happen. He wanted everything to turn out right. He wanted Kanda to tell him that everything was going to work out. That everything was going to be fine.
There was another pause and then Kanda spoke once more. "I…I will, Allen," he said. There was a pause in his statement, but it made Allen choke. He was going to help him? "I will. I-I'm going to get you, ok? I'm going to."
Allen froze in his attempts to free himself. "Y-you are? You're g-going to g-get me?"
"Yes. A-and…" he stopped talking. Allen turned his head. The door had opened and footsteps could be heard. Someone was in the room. But they stayed silent for the time being. A few moments past before they spoke.
"Say it," the smooth voice, now coming out in a hiss, said beside Allen. He jumped, not expecting Tyki to be so close. What was going on though? Say what? Who was he talking to? Allen had no idea what he was talking about. He thought he felt something beside his head, but didn't know.
"I-its…Its going to be ok, Allen," Kanda said, chokingly. Allen froze. "Everything's going to be fine." It was like a dream come true. If he was saying it, then he must be there. He must be ready to save him.
Allen nodded, hope evident on his face. "O-ok. I b-believe you," he said and a small smile came to his lips. And then there was a slight click beside his head and a loud noise, a shout, and then nothing at all.
He wasn't able to save him. Kanda's eyes were wide, then he backed up, colliding with one of the crates. He hadn't been able to save him. He collapsed, sliding against the wall. He couldn't believe it. What had just happened. He stared unseeing into the darkness. Nothing mattered. He didn't care anymore. Allen was gone. He was dead. Realization crashed down on him and he covered his face with a hand, a ragged sob breaking from his throat.
He was gone and nothing was going to bring him back.
And it was his fault.
OMFG. Ok, that was pretty depressing, I have to say. Please review! Thank you everyone who does review and tell me what they think of my stories! Hopefully the next story will be not as depressing...but I dunno, since its 'protest'. We shall see. xD