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Rule 4: Breaking Down Walls

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"Hurry up…"

"Heh, when'd you become the dominate one…?"

"Please stop teasing me…"

"Hmm…"

"Rabi! Do it already…please fuc-"

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It was one thing for him to wake up sweating; panting slightly from a dream…but it was a whole nothing issue when he found that there was a slightly unwanted bulge in his boxers. It wasn't out of the ordinary that he, his brother, or both of them would have lustful dreams about the person they were pursuing. The redhead found it a little troublesome; he was rather tired and didn't want to deal with such a thing in the middle of the night. But he had to do what he had to do. Stumbling out of bed, he quickly made his way to the nearest bathroom. Why the bathroom? Because he didn't feel like cleaning his sheets dirty. Rabi hated doing laundry; he never knew what the use and the outcome would be, much to the dismay of his brother, everything bleached white. But hay, that's why Lavi did the laundry and wasn't allowed anywhere near the washing-machine. Lurching forward he leaned against the wall and panted a little; dear god if he didn't get rid of this thing he was going to die right there. He had a dirty mind at night, and right now the images flashing in his head were not helping one bit. Once he had reached the nearest bathroom he tried getting in, but found the door locked. He let out a groan and cursed loudly; he could have walked to another bathroom, but his now throbbing problem was demanding attention and was yelling at him 'Do it right here! Screw the bathroom and do it right here!'

'Why?! This is all your fault Moyashi-kun!' He mentally yelled. The redhead was going to get him back for doing this to him. Meanwhile, Lavi lean against the other side of the door, smirking. Now he wasn't a big believer of that 'telepathy' twins could possess, but he was damn sure the two of them had the same dream. This was torture, he and his brother really did have good self-control but they could only take so much…and this was on the boarder of 'too much' If Rabi wasn't going to do something he sure as hell was…

'Hanakin Rabi…hanakin…' He thought to himself while licking his now sticky fingers.

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Allen lie in his bed and stared up at his ceiling. The only time he was at peace was in his room, and to be honest the only place he could think straight. That week had been tough; he really tired his best to keep it together while being tortured by the twins. They were not joking when they said they were going to 'mess with him a lot more', and poor Allen wasn't really ready for such a…dramatic…change. For one thing the touching greatly increased; he couldn't even walk down the hallway without them gently touching the back of his neck, or the two of them brushing up against him in some inappropriate way. Worst of all was gym…he really didn't like thinking about what went on there. It was just too much for him, but of course he wasn't going to tell anyone. Telling someone meant more attention, and more attention usually sparked and investigation, and an investigation would bring new reporters…he really didn't want to be on the news again. Allen had learned that people outside of his home didn't care about him. All they wanted was to exploit him, mold him into something he didn't want to become. He knew he lived too much in the past….he knew that he needed to let things go but not completely forget them. But he couldn't let things go…not yet.

Allen sat up and sighed. He thanked the gods that today was a Saturday, which meant he didn't have to deal with the twins and that he had time to sleep. But he couldn't sleep. His body was like an alarm clock; once it was set he had a hard time unsetting it. It wasn't that much of a bad thing, but he was now bored and need something to do. The thought of hocking up his computer had crossed his mind, but it was Saturday, 'Lazy Day' in his opinion. Since his bed was next to the window, he could look out and determine whether it was worth going out or not. But before he ponder such things he nearly fell out of his bed as he witnessed something he thought couldn't be possible. One of the twins was walking towards his house. He quickly closed the curtains and HOPED that maybe he was just passing by. But of course Fate didn't take weekends off.

"Moyashi-kun!" He called. Allen swore the redhead was sitting next to him…damn he sounded loud. He didn't open the blinds, didn't think about it, and pretending not to notice the tapping on his window. Maybe if he wished hard enough the redhead would go away…nah.

"Moyashi-kuuuun! I know you're in there!!" He yelled.

"Go away!" He called back.

"Ha! I knew you were in there, Moyashi-"

"MY NAME IS ALLEN! A.L.L.E.N! NOT MOYASHI!!!" He yelled. There was silence for a few minutes, and Allen had thought that maybe…maybe…the redhead had left. But he after all did not have the best of luck.

"…I'll make a deal with…I'll stop calling you Moyashi if you let me take you out." He said with, strangely enough, complete seriousness. Allen really considered going along with this especially after hearing the seriousness in the redhead's voice, but then he remembered…

It was one of the twins…

"No…" He said in a flat-tone.

"Okay…" he started "Moyashi! Momomomoyashi! Moy, Moy, Moy, Moyashi! Momomomoyashi!" He sang. Allen tried to hold it together…he knew that this was just a way to make him give in. Allen was smarter then that, he knew how people worked when they didn't get what they want. He tried to ignore the sing-song voice of the redhead, tried to pretending that there was nothing but silence around, tried his DAMN hardest to pretend that the word 'Moyashi' wasn't being said five thousand times over. He threw a pillow over his head began humming to himself. Why did they like messing with him so much? He had gotten over the fact that they were doing it because he was the new kid, so what was it? He wasn't that weak, seeing that he had to gall to knee one of them in the crotch AND get away without a scratch on him. Maybe…maybe they liked him…Haha! They just enjoyed messing with him, that's all.

"Allen-kuuun! Come out so we can have hot, steamy-"

Okay, that was the straw that broke the camels back. Allen shot up from his spot on the bed, flung the curtains open, and was about to yell at the redhead for saying something so raunchy in public…but instead found himself at the loss of words. Right now he didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or scream for his life…but he didn't know he was on the verge of fainting.

"Hiya, Juliet…" The redhead said with a slight smirk.

He was leaning against his window…

"H-how the hell did you get up here?!" Allen yelled.

"You're…not very aware of your surrounds, are you?" He asked, somewhat amused.

"Of course I am! Why would you-"

"Then you would have noticed the ladder lying in your bushes…"

Allen shut his mouth. He somewhat noticed the ladder, but he still scolded himself for not giving it full attention. How could he let this one thing, this insignificant thing slip his mind? The large metal thing sticking out of the bushes was going to be his downfall!? How messed up could this be?! Why was he born into such a cruel world? But he couldn't do anything about it now…Allen was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the window inching its way open, didn't notice that he was now pinned to his bed…okay so he did notice that. Struggling was out of the question as was yelling for help…since there was no one home he didn't bother. Was this his fault? Yes…yes it was…he should have paid attention more, he should have moved the damn ladder, and he should have locked his damn window!

"I swear if you don't let me go, I'll kick you again!" Allen said, trying to be as intimidating as possible. The redhead just cocked his head to the side.

"Again? Oh! That wasn't me, that was Lavi, I'm Rabi!" He said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"I don't care which twin you are! Now get off of me, you pervert!" He yelled, now finding that struggling might just be a good idea. Rabi held him tighter. Okay...Allen could admit what he did was stupid…

"Oi, oi, I'm not a pervert! I'm just…a physical person…" He said inching his way closer to Allen's face. Now right now the shorter of the two wasn't blushing because he found the redhead attractive, but if he did he wouldn't admit it to anyone not even himself, he was blushing because he was embarrassed as hell. In this kind of situation he really just wanted to run…run away and never look. But he couldn't…he was being held against his will by a redhead he really didn't think too highly of…But all of this could have been avoided. Rabi noticed the look on Allen's face and found that he once again couldn't read it. Was this kid an emotionless doll or something? The redhead noted that when not pandering to others, the beansprout didn't give off that much of an expression and it really irked him. How could one person not feel anything? With his determination high, he decided to do something a little…naughty. Holding both of Allen's wrists with one hand, he let his free hand slip underneath the beansprout's shirt. He gently ran his digits over Allen's soft skin and chuckled lightly as he started to squirm and shout. Looking up at his face the redhead knew he had gotten what he wanted…the look of desperation…not really happy, sad, or mad, but it still worked.

"S-stop! P-please…I'll…I'll go out with you! J-just stop…" Allen pleaded as a last resort.

"Really?" He asked, lips now hovering over his neck.

"YES!" He screamed. And with that said Rabi let go, but of course there were consequences for what he did. As soon as felt his wrist become free he slammed his forehead against the redheads. Letting out a loud yelp, Rabi held his forehead and started to say something, but was treated to a mean left hook to his jaw which nearly knocked him over. Needless to say the redhead was expected to get hit but that left hook hurt like hell; now what you must know is that the twins had been punched, kicked, and slapped A LOT when they were little (the kids at the orphanage weren't all that nice), and have gotten use to such things…but when Allen hit him…wow. In a strange sort of way…it turned him on. Call him a masochist, he really didn't care.

"…So…are we going?" He asked. Allen just let out a loud groan.

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He could not believe he was doing this. He tried his best to blocked out the ever looming fact that this was a date…he wanted to believe it was just an outing between two…acquaintances. The redhead hadn't done anything too extreme to him yet; he only placed his arm around his shoulder or waist, but Allen would always jerk away. There was nothing he could say to prevent Rabi from touching him, and he knew running away would just get him in even more trouble. He was trying to keep his thoughts clear, trying to…enjoy…his time out with the redhead. The only good thing Allen found in him taking him out, was that he could memorize some of the city; now he knew how to get the grocery store in less time and not get lost on the way back. Having never ventured no further then his school he could admit was pretty sad, but he didn't know when he was going to mess up again or when Mana was going to get another job transfer. The first few moves were his fault; he had moved for…emotional reasons and didn't wish to hurt anyone anymore. Not that he was a violent person in nature, but he could easily snap; it was more like a trigger of some kind that made a few unpleasant memories come back to him. Said memories would make him act out and do things he really didn't wish to do. What were those memories? To be truthful he really didn't know until he snapped, he had suppressed them to the point where he couldn't remember them clearly. But that didn't…well it somewhat didn't matter at the moment.

Allen looked around and didn't know where he was, as usual. Upon asking the redhead he was given the simple response of 'Downtown', which didn't help him relax. Rabi was being really secretive about where they were going, or whenever the beansprout would ask about something he would always give the vaguest of answers. This was unsettling as hell for him, but there was a tiny part of him that wanted to think that the redhead was genuinely trying to make him have a good time. That small part of him wanted believe that maybe Rabi was being a…friend. But this was a very small part. The larger part of him thought he was taking him to a dark secluded area were he'd…oh god. He needed to leave now.

"Rabi…I swear if you don't tell me where we're goin-"

"We're here." He said, cutting off part of Allen's sentence. The beansprout looked up and was actually surprised; he was standing in front of a large building with many people lined up at the door; large rudy curtains hangging to a fro, and it looked as if the building had been there for more then a few years. The thing that surprised him was the out-of-place ambiance the whole building had… the chicess of it…it didn't match the loud and erratic surrounding.

"A…restaurant?" Allen questioned. The redhead simply nodded. The first thing the popped into his mind when the word 'restaurant' came up was 'dine-and-dash'; for those of you in the dark about what this means, it's the simple task of eating in a sit-down restaurant (the dine) and leaving without paying (the dash). Allen really had no intention of stealing from a nice establishment like this, so he proceeded to walk away. He was obviously pulled back and pushed in the direction of the restaurant, much to his dismay. When he was about to question the redhead he was given a reassuring smile that read 'don't worry', but that was the only thing he could do. Why did he have to be dragged into this? He didn't want to be labeled a criminal in this town! Stealing was one thing but stealing from a restaurant was a WHOLE another issue. It was basically like stealing the hard work of an artist and mocking it. He didn't want to be like that…

On the way in Rabi gave the hostess a look, making her smile and point to the booth in the far back. Oh god, was she in on it too?! Allen was mentally screaming 'LEAVE! RUN AND LEAVE!' but that small part of him was crying nay. He didn't want to listen to that part of him, but he couldn't deny it for some reason. Once the booth, they were given a menu and Allen sore he held his breath…nothing on it was under thirty dollars. Panicking, the beansprout looked to the redhead.

"R-Rabi! There no way you can pay for all of this, and I sure as hell am not going to dine-and-"

"Calm down, I know the head chief, we'll be fine." Rabi said staring at the menu. Allen was not convinced but kept silent. He didn't like this one bit, but if the redhead said he knew the head chief then he'd wait and see the outcome. He wasn't a very patient person when it came to these sorts of things; being patient meant he had to sit through the torture and endure all the pointlessness that came with it. He hated doing such things…but if the situation called for it then he'd do so. After a few minutes they were greeted by a waiter, who seemed to know the redhead rather well; okay, so what if he knew a few people? It wasn't like he was getting anything for free…After the waiter had taken their orders (Allen getting the cheapest thing he could find being a salad, while Rabi getting the most expansive thing being slamon imported from Alaska) the two were left alone to chat about trivial things…too bad Allen didn't feel like talking anymore. The redhead really felt like he was sitting there alone, talking to nothing but a brick wall. Was there nothing he could do (other then molest him) to get this kid to talk? Now Rabi was trying really hard to control himself but after that dream he had the other night…his control was getting smaller by the minute.

One more week and it'd be a month…one full month since the game had started and since Allen had moved there. Rabi found it odd…he had never once heard a single story or hint about what life was like for the beansprout back 'home', or for that matter he'd never even once mentioned anything that dealt with his family. This told the redhead that he either had a very crappy home life, or that he had a very crappy experience back at his 'old town' Rabi had to admit…this kid was quite the tough nut to crack. But right he- what the hell…what that his brother walking toward them? It sure as hell was…

'That…bastard…' He thought, then noticing that his brother wasn't alone. Oh yes, he wasn't alone…

'While intruding on ones date with the target is sticky forbidden, double-dating is completely okay…' Lavi thought to himself with a sly grin. He knew how to bend the rules without breaking them, and it was so much fun seeing the look on his brother's face. He was yanked from his happy place, however, when he felt his arm being tugged; though the plan may have been well thought out, the execution was…less then stellar. The only person he could call, to his horror, was Lenalee. Before they even set foot in the restaurant, he had made it explicitly clear that it was not a 'date' but an 'outing between acquaintances'…it didn't help that she only smiled instead of nodding. Giving the hostess the same look, they were told you go to the booth in the far back. The truth be told the twins had worked there for a few years (four to be exact); everyone in the restaurant knew the two of them, and treated them as if they were their children. But why didn't any of the workers adopt them? For the same reason many others brought them back…they thought the twins were cursed. When someone takes their life and lives of their own family, some might think that something was wrong with something within the household. So who was to blame? The two that lived. At first the two redheads held resentment towards those people, but soon learned that it was not their fault but what was instilled within their teachings. But the twins still saw the people who worked as a restaurant as a family, and they were lucky enough to be considered part of it.

Taking a seat at the booth, he could see the irritation in Rabi growing. The two of them were getting more serious when it came to getting what they wanted, so that meant being things that would piss the other off…this being one of them. After about twenty minutes of chatting ('chatting' being the twins trying to out-do the other about certain topics) the food arrived but Allen couldn't bring himself to eat. There was just too much going on…the twins basically fighting, Lenalee trying to get his attention…he really didn't like it.

"Allen!" She yelled, nearly causing him to jump from his seat.

"Yeah, sorry…what were you saying?" He said.

"Do you like Rabi-tan?" She asked bluntly. He stared at her blankly for a moment. What kind of question was that? Why would she ask that?! What does one say to something like that? He didn't want to flat-out say no, he didn't want to be perceived as not caring about the issue…but he also didn't want to say yes…

"U-um…I-I…" Was the only thing he could get out. All was silent and he knew everyone was looking at him, but what was he going to say? Sinking down into his seat was the only thing he could do…and the only thing that kept from breaking down right there. There were few things that really got him emotional in such a short time; public humiliation (like when he was slammed into a locker) was one, while the other was when he was asked something he didn't know the answer to. He especially got chocked up if it was an easy question. He should know the solution to it; therefore he should say it, right? He just…couldn't get it out sometimes. The question he was just asked didn't just need a simple answer…it needed an explanation.

"I…I mean…" He tried again, but failed.

"It's a simple question, right?" She asked.

"I-I-"

"We're leaving." Rabi said. Before Allen could register what was just said, he was pulled away and heading for the door. He didn't know where they were going, but he didn't know that the redhead wasn't looking at him…wasn't giving him words of reassurance. What was going through his head? Allen wasn't sure whether he should be concerned or not…but upon looking at the redhead he could see he was. Concern…no…it was more like protection…it was something he didn't see very often with people, but he sure as hell knew what it looked like. That piercing look…that look that told others to 'back off and stay away' and it usually worked. What had ruffed him up so much? It certainly was over anything his brother said, since the two of them seemed to be having a good time and all. So it must have been the question Lenalee asked. But would it have made him happy to see him in an uncomfortable situation? The twins seemed to take joy in making him squirm…but why had this one simple question pissed him off so much?

Making their way out of the restaurant, Rabi rushed the two of them as far away from the place. Now Allen was nervous; when he would ask the redhead where he they were going, he wouldn't get a response. He didn't like this…this was going down hill and he really wanted to stop. Maybe he was just being paranoid…no…no he wasn't. He was about to question just what was going on, but his surroundings gave it all away…he was taking him home. Why? Allen didn't understand a thing; the twins would talk of 'ravaging' him but yet…when given the golden opportunity they did nothing. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing for him…but it was just confusing as hell. Once they two of them had reached Allen's house, there was an odd silence between them. The redhead still didn't look at Allen and yet beansprout couldn't take his eyes off of Rabi. It wasn't the silence that was odd, but the atmosphere that grew between them…it was the first time Allen had felt slightly comfortable around the redhead. Whenever either of the twins would come by, or even look at him, he'd feel uneasy…irritated even. He would hope that he'd get at lest ten minute away from the two of them. The touching, the stupid nickname, the perverted looks…he had forgotten about it at the moment...because at that one small moment…he considered Rabi human…What in the world was going on?

"Rabi, I-" He started, but was cut off when a pair of soft lips pressed against him. He didn't move…but he didn't pull away either. He was letting the redhead kiss him because he felt something; the feeling was not that of affection, it was more of a…understanding of sort. He now understood that there were certain things he couldn't change…certain things that he wasn't allowed to fully grasp about the redhead and he was fine with it now…after all…

All good friendships had something to hide…

After what seemed like hours to Allen, Rabi finally parted; he said not a word but partially smiled, which told the beansprout that everything was okay. With a quick ruffle of Allen's hair, he left still smiling. He wasn't smirking or pretending to smile for his own amusement…it was genuine...something that even he was confused about. While watching him leave, Allen was finally remembered that there was a ladder still propped against his house. Breaking his gaze away from the redhead, he looked towards the long metal object and tried to decide what to do with it. After gazing at it for a few minutes...he left it where it was and went inside.

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When Monday finally came Allen felt…bad. Not 'I'm sick and need to stay in bed bad' but just plain…bad. This feeling was not something new; he'd usually get it after experiencing something nice, and he did know that you had to balance the happy with the sad. The world worked like that…with all the good things there must be bad…unfortunately for Allen he'd had far too many bad moment to the point the good ones couldn't cancel them out. Why did it work like that for him? It just did…and right now he needed some cheering up. While walking into school he felt...eager. Why he felt this was unexplainable but, he knew it had something to do with the events that took place on Saturday. Did he…want to see the twins? He couldn't say no anymore…He now understood why he was pulled from the restaurant by Rabi; he noticed his discomfort in the situation and decided to act. Thought completely taking him out of the restaurant might have been a bit extreme, but there a point behind that as well; the only 'safe' place the redhead could think of for Allen was his house, and since the beansprout wasn't struggling he found it to be a good idea. All-in-all the whole situation seemed awkward from beginning to end, but if one reflects upon it they see it made perfect sense. But right now Allen just wanted to get to his locker. After about a week the administration finally figured out that he needed one (you'd think someone would've notice him dragging his bag like it had a ton of bricks in it), but once he finally obtained one he used it as much as possible.

Upon reaching it, he gently placed his forehead against the cool metal. He really didn't feel like coming in today; he knew from the moment he woke up that this wasn't going to be a good day. While trying to remember his locker combination, he noticed a strange odor coming from it. It smelled sour and stale…he really hoped he wasn't given the locker that the sewer ran behind or something. That would just make his day more miserable then it was going to be; to be know as the person with the smelly locker was NOT going to brighten anybodies day. After five tries at the combination he finally figured it out; letting out a sigh he opened it…but he really should have…

Splat!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!!

He froze…everyone froze…people stared…he was hit not once, not twice, but three time with balloons filled with…spoiled milk. It started off as one, then another, and another…there was now a mob of students surrounding him…laughing. He slowly closed his locker and fell to his knees, holding himself. He couldn't hear anything other then their laughter…and it hurt…This pain he felt was so strong that he almost couldn't bare it; why was no one trying to help him…? He hunched over and began to shut down; he was making himself numb so he wouldn't be able to feel this anymore. Why was the world so cruel? Correction, why was this world so cruel? Why didn't anyone notice his silent cries for help? Was he so worthless? This wasn't the first time h'd shut himself down…he'd done it many times to try and protect what little sanity he had left…sanity…what a funny word that was. It meant that you were perceived as 'normal' and were left along…but Allen didn't want to be normal. He wanted to be himself…but apparently the world had a problem. He thought he heard someone calling his name, but it was probably the mob trying to taunting him further. Closing his eyes he was almost completely gone; this part was easy part, the hard part was waking himself up. It took a few minutes for him to fully 'wake up' and be aware of what was going on around him, but the whole process wasn't all that bad since he would always wake up alone…which he preferred.

He felt himself being lifted and carried away to…god knows where. He didn't care right now…they were probably going to dump him somewhere out of the way. But he didn't care…didn't care that the laugher had stopped and that he was now in a dimly lit area. Maybe they were going to kill him…yeah…he was nothing but a waste of space. He was only put on this earth for the amusement of others, nothing was about him…it was all about what they wanted.

"Allen, open your eyes…"

There was the voice again…the same that had called his name. Why did he feel so warm? Snapping out of it slightly, he was now able to notice that he was standing instead of curled up in a little ball. He was getting hit with something…wet? Yes, it was wet and it felt warm…water? If that was so then he'd be in the locker-room showers...but why would someone be kind enough to bring him there? Then he felt a sensation he'd found somewhat odd…fingers going through his hair. They weren't pulling or tugging…they were massaging, gently rubbing the gunk out of his hair and making him moan softly. This had to be a dream…maybe all of this was just a dream and he'd wake up in a few minutes sweating; panting lightly. He tried to back up, but hit something solid…deciding that it was nice and warm like the water, he relaxed against it. The fingers stopped massaging and gently placed themselves on his shoulders, pulling him closer. Allen didn't know what to do…what to feel…He knew this thing…this person was helping him, but he wasn't sure as to what he should say or do. His chest hurt…it felt like something was broken and he wasn't sure if he could fix it.

"Allen, it's me…Lavi…" Came a soft voice. Allen fell to his knees once more…why was he so pathetic? He had even gone so far as to make the redhead pity him. That's all it was...pity…not concern or protection…but pity. He felt sick with himself, wanting nothing more then to roll over and die. But he couldn't do that…all he could do was cry…so he did. Gripping Lavi's shirt, he let it all out; he wasn't going to hold back right now…he was going to let it flow. The redhead held him tightly and sat against a wall. He'd never see him like this; the first day they met had nothing on this. Did he really hurt that badly inside? Allen was so silent, so timid to the point where the twins couldn't read him...but Lavi could read him right now...This was the real Allen...the one that had been pushed back behind fakeness and personas. This person was in pain...he needed help...the redhead wasn't sure how he was was going to do it...but he'd try...for Allen's sake...he'd try.

'Allen…I'll make your pain go away…somehow'

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A/N: Another LONG chapter! Please, please, please review! Oh yes and hanakin means 'Thank God it's Friday' (T.G.I.F!)