A Supposed Week of Yullen Fandom
Summary: Why are there only six days for Yullen week? I don't know, but this is one of the dedicated entries.
Warnings: There may be OOC-ness, and a small amount of cursing and illegal activity to come ;D
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Allen paced worriedly across and back the front of his apartment parking lot. Finally sitting down with a sigh, he put his face in his hands and gave a large sigh. What was he going to do? Kanda was going to pick him up in a few minutes to go on a date. A date, with Kanda, of all people! What the hell was he thinking?
Oh, yes. It was all for the sake of a prank—a prank that Lavi decided to play on Kanda. But the question was, would it really work the way the two had intended it to? As far as Allen was concerned, the plan would crash and burn before it even got air. But here he was, already a thousand feet into the air, and he was scared to come back down, or even go any higher than he already was.
"Don't let Yuu-kun find out about our prank, okay, bean sprout?" Lavi had chanted over and over. "If you do, we're both dead!"
A sleek, black car entered the lot, the bright white lights directly hitting Allen's face. The younger teen flinched at the light, but jerked up when the occupant of the car slammed the horn. It was the Kanda-asshole.
He ran up to the front seat next to Kanda—a personal favorite seating of his, no matter who the driver—and opened the door. Sure enough, Kanda gave him a glare, but with a tone of surprise, he noted that the glare was shy and awkward, and just a tad embarrassed. The older teen glanced away as Allen slid in.
"Good evening, Kanda," Allen said, a little flustered. He had no idea of what he was to say, and was anxious, to say the least.
A weak snort was his reply.
Kanda drove the two out of the parking lot at a quick speed, but Allen didn't pay much mind—most people didn't follow parking lot speed limits, anyway. But when they hit the highway and Kanda began to push fifty miles an hour… well, that was when Allen began making a protest.
"Kanda, slow down!" he cried, hanging onto the handle on the side. "You're twenty-five miles over the speed limit!"
"Che," the other snorted, rolling his eyes with a small smirk. "I don't get caught speeding, bean sprout."
A police siren sounded behind them, and Allen caught glimpses of flashing lights. "K-Kanda," he stuttered. "The police!"
The older teen glanced quickly at the boy next to him before curtly saying, "Whatever I say, shut the hell up."
Almost immediately, Kanda slammed the brakes, pulling over by a high school. The policeman—on a motorcycle, motioned for the Japanese teen to roll down the window. "Hey, sir, you do know you were twenty-seven miles an hour over the speed limit, right?"
Peeling his eyes away from the driver's window in front of him, Kanda glared at the policeman with more malice than he glared at Allen. The poor man, in his mid-thirties, flinched, his eyes going wide at the sheer intensity of the glare.
"No, I did not know," Kanda drawled sardonically. "I won't do it from now on if you leave me alone." The Japanese man glared even more harshly at the policeman, and Allen noted that he looked as if he was going to wet his pants.
"G-g-g-go a-a-he-ahead," the poor man stuttered. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry for s-stopping you, s-s-sir. Have a g-good a-afternoon. I-I mean, evening. H-Have a good evening, s-sir."
As the two drove away, Allen sighed gratefully, leaning back into his seat. He pried his fingers loose from their death grip on the car's armrest. "Are you crazy, Kanda?!" he gasped, eyes closed still.
A tone of amusement was in the older man's voice. "Just as crazy as you, stupid bean sprout."
"So where are going now?" Allen asked tiredly. "Jail?"
"Che. Even I know that's a horrible excuse for a date, bean sprout." Raising a curious eyebrow, the white-haired teen turned to glance at the driver, who had a triumphant smirk on his face. "We're going to an all-you-can-eat buffet."
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He had to admit—even though this had originally been his idea, Kanda was, by no means, ready to accept seeing Allen inhale as much food as he did while they were in the buffet. He wasn't sure it was even possible.
"Allen-chi isn't a human being," Lavi had said once.
Never before had Kanda been so aware of this truth.
He was so aware now that the Japanese had lost his appetite after the first five minutes of watching his date simply gasp in as much as—if not more than—his weight in various steaks and the like. As a result, the stoic senior had decided to just sit back and wait until his underclassman decided to say something.
A half hour after the senior's resolution was when Allen finally realized that Kanda wasn't saying nor eating anything at all. He put down what must have been his 40th plate and stared blankly across the table, studying the handsome face that had captured many female hearts… the opaque, sapphire eyes, staring at something distant, that were so…
The aforementioned eyes snapped to glare into Allen's silver ones. Shocked by the sudden movement, the younger teen flinched backwards and almost fell of his chair. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment, and only warmed up more when he heard the other teen chuckle at him.
"Che. What are you looking at, bean sprout?"
He slid his eyes warily to meet Kanda's. They were serious, as usual, but a hint of amusement glinted mischievously in the deep sapphire hue. The older teen's lips were twitching at the corners in a hint of a smile.
"N-nothing except your hideous face, BaKanda," Allen snapped, a little more embarrassed than he would have liked.
"Is that so?" Kanda drawled, obviously unconvinced.
The two sat in silence, neither willing to say anything to the other. Allen shuffled nervously; he didn't want to be here. He really didn't. Everything was so awkward, and he had no idea what to say. He could feel the sweat trickling down the sides of his face, but didn't dare to lift his hands up to wipe them away lest Kanda would snap at him.
Kanda's unimpressed demeanor wasn't helping, either. Sitting back in his chair, arms and legs crossed, the older teen merely glared at his underclassman, staring the boy down with unmoving sapphire eyes. The reason as to why this kid would even go on a date with him was still unknown to the senior, but he didn't particularly mind, seeing as he was somehow attracted to this damn distraction of a bean sprout. If anything, he'd peg it to be the rabbit's fault. With a small grimace, Kanda told himself it was a bad idea to tell the damn, frivolous animal-at-heart of a teenager that in the first place.
Noting the change in his date's countenance, Allen sank further into his seat, wanting nothing but to simply wither away into dust if it meant never having to face Kanda again. He finally straightened in his seat, taking a deep breath. It was about time that this awkward silence ended, he decided.
"So, Kanda," he began, his voice a little more hoarse than he would have liked. He began to lose his nerve when those sapphire eyes began to narrow just the slightest bit, but cleared his throat and was about to begin again when Kanda interrupted him.
"Why the hell are you here if you don't want to be here, bean sprout?"
Allen blinked, his fingers absently clenching and loosening under the table. "I-I don't… know what you're talking about," he admitted.
Rolling his eyes, Kanda leaned forward and grabbed Allen's chin. The underclassman stiffened under his touch, and that made the senior's lips twitch into a wry smile. "… Heh," he snorted. "I bet this was the damn rabbit's idea."
Determined to veer the conversation in a direction away from the prank, Allen blurted, "Do you really like me?"
Now it was Kanda's turn to freeze. He recovered from it quickly, though, and leaned back in his seat with a smirk, re-crossing his arms. "Che. Who would like a stupid bean sprout like you? A retard."
Allen nodded sadly, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "I see."
Why am I depressed? He chided himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. It's not like I wanted him to like me.
"… so I guess that makes me a retard," Kanda added, glancing away from Allen, who glanced up at the senior.
A smile he couldn't control bloomed across Allen's face. Good, he told himself. Now Lavi's plan can keep going.
"What about you?" the senior pressed.
Allen glanced at his upperclassman and propped his chin onto his hand. The smile that had faded now threatened to twitch its way across his face once more as he glanced Kanda and replied.
"… I guess I do, too."
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I think this was the hardest chapter for me to write yet. I wanted to hurry up and get to the complete Yullen relationship, but it had to make sense… and I don't think it does, still, but ehh. Whatever. xD;;
Hooray for illegal activity! But I wouldn't recommend doing what Kanda did, though xD That stuff only happens in manga… and fanfictions.
Reviews are greatly appreciated :D
Sora Pwns x3