Sometime while executing Step 4, your stalker gained some EXP and has magically evolved. He now has the ability to see through walls, read your thoughts and hypnotize you into doing the dirty with him.
The good news? You can prevent that from happening.
The BAD news? You have to kill yourself.
That or you kill him. But since it's Yuu Kanda we're talking about, you have as much chance of doing so as Cross Marian giving up on alcohol and cigarettes and being a sinner in general.
So yeah, you know you stand no chance.
Seriously, though, since you failed-and awesomely, too- to make him realize your utter hate for his stalking tendencies using your subtle ways, you not only let him continue stalking you, but you also gave him a VIP pass to groping your backside.
You owe me your life, he'll say, the least you can do is let me see little Allen.
To prevent that from happening, you have to take drastic measures. How drastic, you ask? It won't damage the Earth's atmosphere for sure. You just have to make him see that you hate him by, say, telling him in his face.
Don't worry, you won't die.
STEP 5: GIVE OBVIOUS HINTS THAT YOU WANT HIM TO STOP
And remember; don't choke on your own tongue like last time.
…..
He didn't know how he ended up doing this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So now, he was sneaking out of his own house like a robber via his bed sheets tied together and then tied to the window just like in the movies.
Except, he didn't feel like an action superstar.
You wanna know what he feels?
…well, he couldn't find any other word synonymous to bloody homicidal to the point of madness.
Allen jump the last few inches between his feet and the ground in relative safety. Luckily, he didn't break any limb while climbing down his second story window because from what he heard about social norms, that would suck.
He could clearly hear voices arguing at the front of his house. He ignored it in favor of feeling up the wall for that movable spot wherein he could sneak out of his yard away from any Japanese and Lavis.
Good Lord, he hated Japanese and Lavis.
He'd established that fact ever since he met one. He still believed someone up there was messing with his life.
He slowly removed a large part of the brick wall, slid through the hole, cursed when his ass got stuck for a while, stood up as dignified as he could, didn't bother to fix his wall, and ran like he was two blocks away from his house, he slowed to a walk and tried to calm his breathing. This, he thought, was so much more trouble than it was worth.
Of course he was grateful with the two seniors for saving him the other day, but they didn't have to rub it in his face every time they met. Especially Kanda. Ugh.
He wasn't naïve. He knew that Kanda was coming on to him like a bull to a red flag. And the bastard even forgot how to be subtle. If it weren't for his ability to outrun bad guys, he would have lost his virginity seventeen hours and forty five minutes ago.
And Lavi, the bastard, was only making things worse. Whenever he was with the unwelcome company of the two, he had the feeling that the outside world viewed their 'relationship' as some kind of a violent threesome. Kinky, yes, but he wasn't a disturbed individual like Cross so it was just gross to him.
Would he survive this? Would he actually live long enough to remember this and be able to laugh like it was a joke of the weirdest level? Would he have to KILL himself?
Oh GOD, he hoped not.
Having successfully thought himself into a panic attack, Allen Walker walked to school and wished for the best.
Unfortunately, the best for him came in the form of two older men standing by his locker, seemingly waiting for someone (he dared anyone to guess) with the same expression on their faces, which was a surprise, seeing as this was the first time Allen had seen Lavi scowling like this one Japanese idiot he knew.
How in the bloody hell did they manage to get there before he did?
And as if he blew a fog horn the moment he took one reluctant step to his locker, Lavi and said Japanese idiot turned their heads to him so fast Allen felt himself getting whiplash.
For a few seconds a few dozen emotions shone on both the seniors faces; surprise, happiness, hurt, betrayal (from what, Allen didn't know), annoyance and…
Oh…Oh dear Lord, they were going to kill him and he was going to die!
He took an audible gulp when he caught the eyes of Kanda. The pure, unadulterated fury in those glowing-like-pure-evil eyes was enough to make Allen take a step back and hope that he could make an inconspicuous escape despite the fact that the both of them had been staring at him the whole time and that his white hair was just screaming inconspicuous. Right.
It was a total fail, he knew. It was proven more when Lavi magically appeared by his side, giving a friendly pat on his shoulder before practically dragging him back by the ear to where Kanda had been waiting.
Traitor,Allen swore from the bottom of his heart. You will pay dearly for this.
"Al, buddy." Lavi began in an annoyingly condescending tone. "We know that you and Yuu started on the wrong foot but do you really have to do this?"
Allen crossed his arms defiantly. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Kanda snorted and Allen really wanted to deck the Japanese's face with his fist, anti-violence tendencies be damned.
"You've been avoiding us!" Lavi screamed, doing some complicated hand motion that did more damage to everything and everyone in the near vicinity.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Allen denied, bending an impossible angle to avoid an incoming knuckle.
"You, Allen." A finger was shoved on his chest at every word. "Are. A. Big. ."Lavi said with a charming smile on his face.
Wow, that was really annoying.
And Lavi still wasn't finished.
"I can understand that you don't like Yuu, but to lower yourself to the point that you would even avoid me, your BFF, well, Allen, this is where I draw the line."
Allen realized he had his mouth hanging slightly open and Kanda was looking at it with a contemplative expression. He glared at the Japanese before coughing into a fist.
"Okay, first off, you, Lavi, are not my BFF and will never be my BFF, or so help me. Second!" He continued before Lavi could argue. "You are always with this guy," he pointed a thumb at Kanda, Kanda growled, "who, as you have clearly said, I am avoiding like the plague, which by default, results to me avoiding you, too. It's really not my fault."
Lavi gasped. "So you really are avoiding me!" He wailed dramatically and all the students in the hall looked at them. Allen had a full-body blush from the sheer humiliation he experienced just for being associated with these two.
Oh please, floor, swallow me now.
"How could you do this to me!" Lavi continued to wail, buckets of tears flowing right out of his eye. Kanda chose that moment to put on a display of his violent tendencies by kicking Lavi in the shin which resulted to Lavi crying out more buckets of tears and wailing more dramatically. It would have all been comical had Allen not been involved in all of this crazy. Another kick sent Lavi rolling almost all the way down the hall, Kanda following him with a little too much enthusiasm.
It was very clear at that moment that the both of them were screwed up in the head.
Well, Allen mused, getting his books from his locker and putting it in his bag, as long as they didn't do anything drastic and stupid, or crazier than what they were already doing when Allen was around then everything would be fine.
They were almost good company, too. Especially when Kanda wasn't making any attempts to damage Allen's virtue and Lavi wasn't making any perverted jokes. It made going to school somewhat exciting, knowing that someone was out there to rape him and another one was most likely to stall around just to watch.
Allen paused.
Then again…maybe he'd rather stay at home and forget about his education. He was almost sure Cross would understand.
"It's so noisy in here! Who the hell is making all those goddamn noise?"
Obviously you, whoever the hell you are, Allen thought, turning around to where the stupid question came from.
He was a little surprised to see that Chaoji was still alive and kicking, and, he meant that last part quite literally since the idiot just kicked an innocent trashcan, which thankfully wasn't his precious, adding to the noise that was quite non-existent before he walked in. And because Allen was born with unlucky genes, being associated with people he wouldn't normally hang out with otherwise, Chaoji just had to catch his eyes the moment he turned a little to the left.
And then, hell descended upon yours truly.
"Something stinks." Chaoji declared, walking to where Allen was trying to blend in with his locker. Allen took note of Chaoji's sudden bout of bravery in the absence of his 'bodyguards'.
"And I think it's you." He finished, fisting the front of Allen's uniform and seriously messing Allen's hair with the way he just pushed the smaller teen back on his locker. Thankfully, it was closed.
"Where're your dogs, huh? Think you can escape from me with those two following you around and licking your sorry ass? You act pretty brave when they're around, what about now, huh? Huh?"
Allen found it hard not to call on Chaoji's hypocrisy and to tell him that there would be no ass-licking where Allen and Kanda were concerned. And Lavi, too, for that he chose to make as little noise as he could while Chaoji busied himself leaving a more remarkable dent on his locker.
Some part of his mind, the questionably sane one, told him over and over again to fight back, to just fuck it all and proceed to fuck up Chaoji's face. The other part laughed almost sadly at this and told him to just take the beating like a man.
Someone was bound to save him from this bullying at some point, right?
The sudden silence that had descended the hall was answer enough for Allen.
Chaoji suddenly stopped and sneered, apparently not liking his lack of protest. The rising of his fist was the only warning Allen got before he felt intense pain when Chaoji's knuckle made contact with his left cheek.
Allen was shocked.
And his mind automatically shut down.
Chaoji made another attempt to do more damage to Allen's face but he was pulled violently away. The killing intent flowing out of Kanda and Lavi was enough to make Allen's brain kick in again. He didn't know if he should be grateful for that.
The sight of Kanda and Lavi made Chaoji snarl and bitch some more, trying to get Kanda and Lavi to lose their grip on the back of his uniform.
"You two! I'm going to kill you two! Think you're so cool, huh? Think you can just beat everyone up just 'cause your pretty strong? You just wait, you fucking assholes! Madarao will get you for this! You fucking idiots will die, I'll makuurgh-."
"Man, he sure talks a lot for a loser." Lavi commented, rubbing at the hand he just use to hit the back of Chaoji's neck. "Then again, losers do tend to talk a lot."
Kanda threw Chaoji's body carelessly before rounding on Allen. Allen opened his mouth to say something.
"Yo-."
And Kanda back-handed him.
Even Lavi was shocked into silence.
"That hurt, huh? So what are you going to do, stand there like the dork you are and take it like a wuss? Why don't you hurt me?" Kanda sneered at the wide-eyed look Allen had that moment. "I hate idiots who just let everyone fucking walk all over them, just so you know."
Allen opened his mouth. When no sound came out, he closed it again.
"Whoah, Yuu. As happy as I am to hear you give motivational talk here, was that slap really needed? I mean, look what you did to Al!" Lavi motioned at Allen's motionless form, growing more concerned when Allen just continued to stand there like a statue.
His cheeks were getting red and slightly swollen, too, Lavi noted.
"You three! What are you still doing here?" Someone barked at them, making Kanda and Lavi jump. Allen didn't move.
"Kanda, Bookman, Walker! Go to your class. The bell rang minutes ago." Howard Link marched to where the three students were.
"Oh shit." muttered Lavi. He grabbed Allen's shoulder and shook him a few times. "Al, we have to go." He hissed.
He was surprised when his hands were slapped away and Allen sent him a very nasty glare.
"Don't touch me."
The only reaction Kanda had for this was a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing there?"
Allen looked up and it was then that Link saw the reddened cheeks and dark look the teen was sending Yuu Kanda. It was a wonder how Kanda hadn't spontaneously combusted from the heat alone.
Link was coming very close now and Allen saw how the man barely spared a glance at Chaoji's prone form. It seemed the man was more concerned for his well-being at the moment. It surprised Allen a little. It didn't actually hit him until that moment that Cross Marian left him to this man's care, while he was prancing around somewhere on the other side of the planet, and that Howard Link actually cared.
He really appreciated it, just, not that much at the moment.
So what if he didn't fight back? Did he think Allen cared about his opinion? If he did, well, damn him for assuming things. And damn him for thinking even one moment that he knew Allen more than he actually did.
"Stop acting like you know me." Allen said spitefully at Kanda. "Because you don't. And don't ever bother me again."
Kanda opened his mouth to say something back, most likely something really stupid, but Link beat him to it.
Allen was forever thankful for that.
"You two get to class." The blond said in a tone full of authority Lavi and Kanda didn't even have the heart to disobey. Still, Kanda shot Allen a look that clearly told the younger teen that Kanda wasn't done with him, not in a long shot.
"And you, Walker, follow me."
It seemed as though hell was just getting warmed up.
Well, fuck it all, Allen thought as he followed Link to his office.
He was quite happy to say that he was only a little spiteful inside.
….
Allen Walker, as Link had known him for the past year, was many things, all things considered. He was a gentleman, a little brat sometimes and a conniving git to a degree. He blames Marian Cross' influence on that last one. But, Link always considered Allen Walker to be a very smart individual.
His latest escapade with Lavi Bookman and Yuu Kanda?
Totally not smart, dude.
And, yeah, he was able to think that last statement with a straight face.
But, he digress.
Link knew a lot of things about Allen. Almost everything he needed to know was in the manual Cross handed him that fateful night. The night when he was randomly challenged by Cross to a (very rigged, now that he thought about it) game of poker and lost spectacularly.
Allen Walker for Dummies states that the kid needs to eat a complete course of meal-and then some-at least three times a day, a bath at least once a day, walk at the park every Saturday, sleep at exactly eight in the evening except on a Friday night, in which the brat would rendezvous with an anonymous person in an anonymous place and play poker in order to obtain money for the military food supply you call dinner, YOU PUNK ASSED BRAT.
Oh, and Allen Walker was also flaming gay.
This has never been an issue to Link. He always thought that European guys were gay, in every sense of the word. But, he was just Howard Link, Genius alumni of Harvard U's College of Education, Physics Major, who graduated top of his class, not a rocket scientist or anything close to it, so he could be wrong.
The issue that was bothering him NOW however, was Allen Walker's involvement with two of the most renowned juvenile delinquents this side of the Milky Way.
True, Allen Walker was smart, but apparently, he was not smart enough.
The door to his office closed behind Allen with an ominous click.
"Sit down." He said curtly.
Allen sat down without complaint.
At least the kid knew that he was in deep shit.
"Now explain to me what just happened out there, in full detail, please." He said with a very tired sigh. He was too old to be giving lectures to rebellious teens, he liked to think.
Allen opened his mouth and the words that came out were so random Link had to wonder if the kid was doing drugs. Or something.
"I think I'm going to die."
"…what?"
"I think I'm going to die, Link. I…I practically told Kanda, Kanda, of all people to fuck off. I'm going to die." Allen declared in awe.
And then his words sunk in and Allen started hyperventilating.
Link just watched in silence as Allen drew less and less air in for his lungs and brain.
Okay, did Marian neglect to tell him about Allen's traumatic past involving people from the Far East? If so, then there was nothing wrong if Link filed a complaint.
"Calm down, Allen." Link said when Allen continued to ignore him in favor of attempting to pass out. His attempt was going pretty well, too, in Link's opinion.
Allen took a long shaky breath before his eyes began rolling to the back of his head. Link stood up immediately and bitch-slapped Allen before the kid could faint.
Somehow, that did the trick. Allen froze in his dramatic fainting position with his face facing the side and his back bent at an odd angle. If he didn't move any minute now, Link would laugh.
"You hit me." Allen muttered, righting his position and looking at Link's eyes with such a betrayed expression that made Link regret what he just did.
For some reason, Allen does not appreciate being hit more than one would think, especially for someone being constantly bullied.
"I was sucker-punched once and bitch-slapped twice in the span of fifteen minutes." Allen said more to himself now. "…that's…that's not even funny."
"It isn't." Link sat down with an exasperated expression. Allen was overly dramatic, sometimes. "Especially considering what I just witnessed outside. I hate to ask you this, but are you an idiot?"
Allen looked mildly offended. "Are you serious? Cross is my guardian." He said, thinking that it was answer enough.
And to Link, it was. If you live with Cross, being an idiot was out of the question.
"Then what is this rumor I'm hearing about you and your…ah…pose being in a fight just the other day?"
Link saw how Allen stiffened at his question.
Now here comes the real problem.
"It wasn't me, I swear. I-I didn't hit anyone. I was kidnapped and they just saved me. I'm innocent; I'm telling you and PLEASE DON'T TELL CROSS!"
Link rubbed his temples. "Sit down, Allen."
Allen sat down.
"You were kidnapped." Link deadpanned. "When were you planning on telling me this, exactly?"
Allen made a show of avoiding Link's gaze. "Uhm…ten seconds ago?"
Link sighed.
He really was too old for this.
"Allen. I thought I didn't have to say this to you again, but I think you're forgetting some important facts. You are not to act like an ex-convict here in this school if you want to stay. Which I know for a fact that you do." Link looked at Allen, noting his slumped shoulders and downcast eyes.
"I apologize."
"You don't have to. It's really not your fault. Just…don't cause a stir. We don't want anyone knowing you're here as much as possible. Cross spent so much time and effort just to enroll you here with little trouble." Link shuddered a little. "And I hate to see his reaction when he sees that everything he did was for not."
There was a brief pause where both parties' mind wondered to possible future events with so much M-rated violence it was almost a crime just mentioning it in this story.
Link coughed loudly and the nightmare ended.
"You're already late for first period. I apologize for that. Do you want to stay here and wait for your next class? I can make you tea." Link offered. He knew he wasn't that bad a company. And sometimes, well, you know…he gets a little lonely, too.
But this is a secret.
Allen was looking at him with wide eyes before clearing his throat.
"No thanks, professor." Allen said, emphasizing the last word as if he was trying to make a point. He stood up a little too quickly, picking up his bag and walking to the door while still facing Link. As if Link would do something indecent to him, like rape, maybe.
"Stay out of trouble." was Link's final advice before Allen walked out the door.
At that moment, his phone began to vibrate in his pants pocket. He looked at the unregistered number before pushing the answer button. If he had known who was on the other end of the line, he would have hesitated before answering.
But, he was a Harvard U, College of Education, Physics Major Genius, not psychic.
….
If Allen had anything to say about his current predicament, it was that he had never loathed sitting by the window in class like he did now.
The window was open, the sun was at its perfect position at 2 in the afternoon, the birds were chirping even though it was almost unbearably hot, and a gust of wind blew every now and then.
It was almost the perfect time to daydream in the middle of a boring lesson which, for the record, he had been doing for the most part of Professor Tyki Mikk's lecture just before the first rock hit him.
It happened so randomly that Allen didn't know what to do at first. And then he thought of yelping.
His surprised yelp was heard by everyone in the room. Some looked at him with confusion and then dismissed his action as an attempt to get everyone's attention. The other ones though, looked at him quizzically with a frown on their face and just a little bit of concern for his sanity.
These other ones were Lenalee Lee, that cute Chinese transfer student and Professor Mikk himself.
"Is there something you want to say, Mister Walker?" Professor Mikk asked slightly amused.
Allen blushed to the tip of his ears. "N-no, sir."
The class progressed without a hitch after that. Allen dismissed the rock event as a product of his imagination. And with that rock being very solid and the side of his head hurting very badly, he concluded that his imagination was totally kick-ass.
He was about to fall into another day dream when he saw little movement on his side, the one near the window. He casually bent to the side, pretending to pick up something, narrowly avoiding another rock. As the abomination rolled innocently on the floor, Allen had the distinct feeling that Lavi and Kanda were up to no good.
Where this feeling came from, he didn't know. Just call it (wo)man's instinct.
Five consecutive rocks later, Allen felt his patience evaporating to be replaced by pure rage. The only thing that was keeping him from going Sparta in the middle of a lesson was the thought of detention for interrupting class and embarrassing himself even further, especially in front of Lenalee Lee.
He didn't have a crush on her, of course. It was just that, these past few days, she had been slowly getting closer to him. Between trying to evade Kanda and Lavi and barely escaping getting a swirly at every turn, the only consolation he got from all the stress was Lenalee Lee actually noticing him and getting concerned about his health.
It happened kind of suddenly. He was there in the hallway, trying to find an escape route from Kanda's stalking. Didn't that guy have classes?
When someone pulled him to the ladies wash room and away from Kanda, he was least expecting it to be Lenalee. She was, well, she had never talked to him before.
Lenalee had pressed her ear to the closed door and after a moment, looked at Allen with a kind smile.
"He's gone."
That was the very first time in Allen's life that he seriously considered kissing a girl. He was that grateful.
His mini-flashback caused him a sore left eye when another rock hit him.
"Oh shit, I think that hurt."
Allen's ears perked at those words.
Rubbing the skin just above his left eye, Allen slowly turned his head to look outside, feeling dread crawling down and seriously cramping his stomach.
His fist clenched and Allen had the sudden stupid urge to flip his table over in his anger.
Fucking Lavi and Kanda were standing there behind a conveniently placed shrubbery, rock in hand and arms poised to do something stupid with it, like say, throwing it at Allen.
Lavi luckily noticed that they had Allen's attention at last and stop in mid-throw. Kanda, curse his soul to the deepest pits of hell, wasn't lucky enough. Allen couldn't move a muscle to avoid the rock that hit him on the forehead. His muscle had gone stiff in his fury.
What the BLOODY HELL?
Lavi waved enthusiastically at him.
"Al!" he whispered loud enough for Allen to hear without catching the attention of the other unnecessary extras. "We came here to say sorry!"
Even from where Allen sat, he could hear the snort Kanda gave to that statement.
"Okay, well, I came here to apologize. Kanda said he wanted to rape you."
Was that supposed to make him feel better?
"We're sorry about what happened this morning! Kanda didn't mean what he said. He still likes you!...at least he thinks he does."
That last part was said in a lower voice that wasn't meant to reach Allen, but it did, and Allen noted the weary tone with which Lavi spoke those words. Before Allen could ponder the meaning of those words, Lavi began talking again.
"We took care of Chaoji while you were with Link-sorry for that, too, by the way- and we made him promise to never bully you again." Lavi paused. "Well, he didn't say he would but, you know, it's the thought that counts. Anyway! We-ouch! Fine!-I really want to apologize sooooo…would you like to join us for dinner later?"
Allen blinked.
Uhhh…he didn't know what to think.
He was grateful that the both of them (mostly Lavi, he was sure) was kind enough to take care of the Chaoji problem, but, couldn't they have waited for after school hours to tell him this?
And now Lavi was looking expectantly at him for an answer. An answer he didn't know how to give while in the middle of class.
He settled for subtle hand gestures.
I'll talk to you later. He made a complicated hand motions that looked like an elephant doing cartwheels before pointing in front of him with the other. I still have class.
Lavi looked at him with furrowed brows. "What?"
Allen face palmed and resisted the urge to groan, telling himself that it wasn't Lavi's fault for not being born with telepathic abilities. He refused to acknowledge his total suckage at charades.
"No. We'll talk now."
Lavi and Allen both shot Kanda confused looks.
"Uh, what?"Lavi asked.
Allen narrowed his eyes.
He pointed at himself, made swatting movements with his hand, followed by what seemed to be break dancing using his fingers, and then he pointed at Kanda. I don't want to talk to you.
Lavi's eyes widened. "I think my brain just crashed. What the HECK was that?"
Allen ignored that comment and glared at Kanda.
"I don't care. We'll talk now."
Allen's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why?
"Because I said so."
You conceited git! Allen thought, growling unintentionally. He stood up, readying himself to do an interpretative dance that would convey just how much he really, really wanted to strangle the Japanese right now.
He raised both hands and was about to do a pirouette when he heard Lavi 'eep' before both him and Kanda ducked down to hide.
"Mr. Walker, are you sure you don't have anything to share with the class." That was the annoyed and slightly amused query of Professor Mikk.
Allen didn't know that it was possible to be the color of tomato when you were as pale as a corpse. It was quite the accomplishment, he thought distantly, turning slowly to face Professor Mikk. He scratched the back of his head, trying to look as sheepish as possible.
"No, sir."
Tyki Mikk chuckled and Allen was doomed.
"Well, no matter, we'll talk after class." He said, walking back to the front to continue his lecture.
Allen whipped his head to the side and flashed a very heated glare to the quivering bushes. At least Lavi knew he was going to be in pain later. He wasn't so sure about Kanda.
Allen caught the look Lenalee was giving her. He didn't know what it meant, though.
It was fifteen minutes after his greatest humiliation that the class was dismissed. It was his luck that he has a fifteen minute break before his last class so he can spend some quality time with his professor without problem.
How fun.
Professor Mikk waited until the last student walked out and closed the door behind him before he stood up and walked to where Allen was sitting. To Allen's surprise, a cigarette was pulled out of a pocket and was offered to him.
"Want one?"
"…If I say no, are you going to fail me?" Allen asked slowly, to which Professor Mikk just chuckled.
"I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, Walker." Professor Mikk frowned. "Walker. It sounds wrong. Can I call you Allen?"
That sounds wrong to me, Allen thought. "Of course." He answered politely. His grades were still in the hands of this man and he did NOT want to fail. An image of his guardian flashed through his mind.
Oh the PAIN!
"Well, Allen, it's really nice to talk to you, finally. You can call me Tyki out of class." Tyki winked and Allen's heart metaphorically shriveled and died. If he didn't already know that Kanda was his stalker, Tyki would have been number one on his list.
What happened to wonderful, wonderful Professor Mikk who has no care for Allen's world?
"Are you an alien?" He asked without thinking. He clamped his mouth shut lest he started asking more ridiculous questions.
Tyki laughed and the sound was so silky Allen felt it crawl on his skin. Talk about creepy.
"I really like you, little boy." Tyki said, reaching out and ruffling Allen's hair with a smile. Allen blinked, waiting for the creepy feeling to set in, but it didn't come. The touch was almost familiar, too.
Tyki pulled away and blew a wisp of smoke at Allen's face.
"You should get going now or you'll be late." Tyki stood up, crushed the still lit cigarette in his hand and went to his table to collect his things. Before exiting, he waved cheerfully at Allen and went on his way.
Allen was left feeling confused and slightly violated.
….
Allen was panting hard, his heart ramming on his chest as if it were trying to escape his body in order to escape the monster that was after its owner. The corridor had never seemed so long to him and he was more than happy to see the fire exit at the end of it. With a mighty leap, he grabbed for the knob and wrenched open the door. He closed it with a slam, pushed the lock and after a heartbeat he was already bolting down the steps. There was no time to waste; he needed to get away, far, far away or else…
Something slammed on the door above, followed by loud cursing more colorful than any rainbow Allen knew. He resisted the urge to stop and stick his tongue out to no one, choosing instead to put as long a distance between him and Kanda.
If Kanda didn't understand the concept of 'NO', then Allen was more than happy to show him.
He reached the ground floor, out of breath, his shirt sticking to him like a second skin. No matter how many times this happened, the Japanese just wouldn't learn his lesson.
He tried breathing through his nose to calm his racing heart, cringing when he caught a whip of his body odor.
When he gets home, he will eat, take a bath, and sleep. Being miserable can wait another time.
He cautiously opened the door, looking left and right. When he spotted to Japanese in the near vicinity, he slowly walked out, silently closed the door and made a run for it. It was lucky he chose this exit. It was near the school gate and was at the side of the school building not often walked on by students. The back of the gym was also a good alternate route for him in case Kanda was waiting for him on the front of the building.
He deliberately slowed down on the corner, peeking to see if anyone was there to ambush him.
He paused.
Well, that was a big fat no. As far as he was concerned; Lenalee had been in no way contacting and Japanese lately. The other three with her, though, looked kind of suspicious.
He squinted his eyes, trying to put a name on those faces, coming up blank. One thing he was sure, though, was that whoever they were, they weren't Lenalee Lee's usual type of friends. The way the girl was squirming and looking around nervously were clue enough.
They were talking, too, but Allen couldn't hear a word of their conversation. He tried to step a little closer without any of them noticing but failed when he accidentally kicked a rock. It was just a small movement but one of them noticed.
Allen almost broke into a cold sweat when one of them moved their eyes inconspicuously toward his direction. Lenalee eyed him for a second before looking back to the three muscled guys who were all leering at her. He didn't like that look on their faces.
Lenalee opened her mouth and began talking again, although this time it was with an obvious air of confidence. Though Allen noticed her eyes faltering just a little bit at times.
She closed her mouth and by the looks on the guys' faces, Allen knew that the girl was in trouble.
He was already on the move before the nearest guy, with dyed blond hair, a nose ring and face tattoo, could hit his mark.
He heard a yelp and a nasty growl when his hand shot out to grab the fake blond's arm.
"Please don't hit her." Allen said politely, grinding his teeth to prevent himself from cursing like a sailor. Damn Cross for being a bad influence on him.
"What? You her boyfriend or something?" The blond pulled his arms and spat on Allen's foot. He raised his hands to the other two in a placating manner before he sneered at Allen. "You must suck big time, fairy boy. With looks like yours, I wouldn't think twice with finding a new guy to fuck." He and his minions laughed cruelly at that.
Allen clenched his fist. He felt a hand tug at his shoulders and he looked behind him to see Lenalee's watery eyes and quivering lips.
"I'm s-sorry, Allen. I didn't know what t-to do and then I saw y-you and…" Soft sobs prevented Lenalee from finishing her sentence and Allen redoubled his efforts from cursing these idiots to hell.
If there was something he hated the most-aside from Lavis, Japanese, stupid uncles, chaojis and…well it's a very long list, really-it was guys who make girls cry.
"Whaat? You weren't like talkin' like that before this fag came, you stupid bitc-."
He flew back before he could finish that insult.
Allen cringed slightly at the pain and shook his hand a few times. Looking at the bloodied nose of fake blondie, though, he thought it was worth it.
"I'm sure you wouldn't want to finish that sentence." He said with a smile.
"Y-you…BASTARD!"
The two other guys jumped up and ran at him, both their fists raised high. Allen pushed Lenalee to the side, away from the line of fire before ducking low to avoid getting hit. He noticed a knee coming his way from his periphery and jumped away to the side. A shadow loomed behind him and he instinctably rammed his elbow behind him. The satisfying 'crack' he heard made him smile.
His smile turned into a grimace when a fist landed on his stomach. He doubled over in pain. Another punch connected with his jaw and he tasted blood in his mouth. The impact made him fall on his side. He rolled away before a kick could hit his face and he raised his feet to aim a kick at nearest guy's groin.
He hit his mark.
Standing up slowly, he could see that blondie was down, holding his profusely bleeding nose and glaring at Allen, though he made no move to attack, probably fearing more damage to his face. Another one was holding his crotch, on his knees and groaning in pain. The last one was left unscathed but panting heavily. He was grinning and it was making Allen's blood boil.
He knew this feeling, this rush of emotion that was roaring to be released.
Fuck Link and his rules. He was going to enjoy this.
Allen grinned.
…..
Damn that stupid bean sprout, Kanda thought. He had very short legs but he sure runs fucking fast. He actually couldn't catch up to the midget!
Kanda stepped out of the school building, feeling grumpier than ever. He was sure the bean sprout was going to come out of this side of the building. Unless the idiot took the gym detour...
Kanda wasted a few minutes of his life before he realized that, fuck, the idiot did take the gym detour.
…well, fuck it all.
He stumped his way to the back of the gym, not even thinking that maybe the bean sprout was already on his way home, making sure that he destroyed everything his foot made contact with.
He knew the bean sprout, whatever his name, would like him eventually. HE liked Kanda so why can't the bean sprout? He can't not like Kanda…he just can't.
…he can't…
He can hear voices now and that almost made him smile. If the bean sprout wasn't here, at least he can vent some of his frustration out.
What he saw when he turned on that corner…it was a bloody massacre.
Okay, so he was exaggerating. It wasn't a massacre, but it sure as hell was bloody. He couldn't even recognize the faces of the three victims.
He whistled in awe. Wow, just…wow.
"Allen! Thank you so much!"
Allen? Who the hell was that?
Kanda looked away from the bloody mess on the ground and noticed for the first time that there were two other people here. One was a girl and the other was…
"Allen, thank you."
The voice was quivering, as though uncertain if she should be grateful or afraid of the man she was embracing.
Embracing…
"N-no. It's alright, really, Lenalee."
That voice sounded uncertain, of what Kanda didn't know. He saw the gray eyes shift slowly, almost in a daze before it landed on his own.
It blinked and the cloud was gone.
"…Kand-mmmph!"
The voice was cut off because lips had just descended upon the source of it and was preventing it from speaking.
Lips on lips…
Kissing…
…he can't not like me…
A damn broke inside him and the flood of emotions drowned all rational thoughts. He ran, pulled violently and pushed the girl hard away from him.
…in front of him, they were kissing in front of him and he couldn't do anything because of this stupid ropes and the others were laughing and HE's leaving with HER, leaving without Kanda and HOW CAN HE NOTLIKEHIM?
A dull thud broke into the haze in his mind. He looked down to see the girl dazedly looking up at him. She probably hit head on the wall.
"Don't touch him. He's mine." He said without thought, without any emotion.
This declaration was answered with a fist connecting to his left cheek.
The pain surprised him and he stumbled back a few steps. He looked up and glared at the perpetrator, surprised to see that it was HIM, bean sprout.
He was panting heavily.
"How many times do I have to tell you," Bean sprout began, shoulders shaking from the raw emotion. "Leave me alone. You hurt a girl and say that I'm your property? Don't make me laugh." He spat out.
He turned to the side, gently held the girls hand and helped her stand. He asked her if she was okay, she said yes and they turned their backs on Kanda.
They were leaving.
Bean sprout turned his head.
"I don't like you. In fact, I hate you right now."
They left.
Kanda was alone again.
….
Hello. This is Allen. Obviously I'm doing something right now and can't answer the phone. Just leave a message and I'll call you back later.
"Oi brat, it's me. Something came up and I'm coming to see if you're still alive and all that shit. But me some vodka and lots of cigarettes 'cause that's what you're only good at. I'll be there in five days."
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Sorry for suddenly disappearing. But now I'm back. And here is an update. I really got stuck on this chapter and I'm slightly not happy with some parts of it. I really want to show some development, both on the story and characters but, apparently, I suck on that. Anyway, now we see a different side to Kanda and Allen. The start was a little on the stupid side but the end part is more serious. Hopefully I can make this story work.
Leave me a review and tell me what you think.