Disclaimer: I do not own DGM. I do not own the song. I swear.
Warning/s: Unbeta'ed. Awkward grammar. Crude language.
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Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead
If you could only
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"W-who are you?" Allen managed to say after a few gulps of his own saliva. His throat felt so dried and having this man staring at him so forebodingly wasn't helping him either.
He felt so nervous and uncomfortable even inside his own home.
Allen didn't like it.
"My name's Kanda," said the man. "I'm Keita's brother."
Allen blinked a few times. Brother? He didn't know that Keita had a brother —
"You are still fucking staring at me, pretty boy."
And a very rude one, on top of that.
Allen glared—or that was what he intended to do. Instead, he just managed a very pitiful frown that made him looked like he was just bloody pouting. Like a kid.
"D-don't call me pretty," he said. If could just glare at him... If he could just—
"I'll call you whatever I want, pretty boy."
Allen trembled.
He wanted to cry.
He so wanted to cry.
But not in front of his jerk.
Never.
"Are you always like this?" Allen heard him asked.
Like what? He wanted to ask.
But before he could voice out his the words, the man chuckled sarcastically.
"Fainting isn't really a man's outstanding quality, you know," he muttered, his voice was dripping with immense derision, stabbing Allen where it hurt the most.
A girl!
You're a girl, Walker!
Walker is so girly! Hahaha!
Allen narrowed his eyes.
He was being humiliated.
Again.
Of course.
What he did back then was just plain shameful.
He was also a man.
He could have handled it alone.
He should have handled it.
But he did not.
He couldn't.
He was too afraid to fight. He was too afraid to get hurt. He was too afraid to hit someone.
Allen clenched his teeth. "S-stop insulting me..." he said, flushed and wobbly.
Kanda stared at the trembling mess in front of him. His eyes were studying the lithe and pale man shaking so hard it looked like he was standing right in the middle of a tremor. He didn't mean to insult him, really. But there was something in his introverted demeanor that was utterly pissing him off.
"I am not insulting you. I was just saying," he said, trying to sound apologetic—to no avail.
"G-get out." He heard him whisper.
Kanda scowled. What's wrong with his man? He was angry at him, right? He was shaking too hard. He actually expecting some punches or kicks but what did he get?
A fucking whisper saying, 'get out'?
What the fuck.
"What? Can't you fucking raise your voice even for just a bit? You sounded like a fucking girl—"
"GET O-OUT!" Allen shouted. Well, it was meant to be a strident and piercing yell but knowing his own vocal chords, he knew that it didn't come out that powerful though it was enough to stopped the rude man in his nonsense blabbing.
And then Allen saw him smile—no—it was a grin. He was mocking him. He was mocking him.
This rude, bloody bastard...
He trembled yet again, this time, from unruly vehemence.
His eyes began to water.
"See? You can do it, if you want to." The man said, tapping him on the shoulder that almost sent Allen across the other side of the room. "Yell like that when there is someone messing up with you. Show them you can get pretty nasty too if you want."
The atmosphere suddenly lightened like nothing happened.
Allen blinked his tears away and stared at the back of the man as he left the room.
What was that?
The hostility he was feeling a while ago dissipated as he watched the closing of the door slowly came to a halt.
Only to be abruptly opened once again.
Allen flinched when the head of the beautif—uncouth—man suddenly popped out again.
He couldn't help but stare at the long, majestic straight hair that dangled in front of his eyes.
It was such a waste, really.
That someone so beautiful had that bad mouth and a bloody bad attitude—
"Uhm..." Allen heard him awkwardly coughed. "J-just wanted to say that I wasn't insulting you, really."
Allen eyes widened, totally caught off guard. He felt his cheeks flushed for a whole different reason.
Was he saying sorry?
"And thank you for always looking out for my brother."
And that did it.
Allen blushed on the unexpected display of gratitude. He was breathing erratically and he wished that the man would just go away quickly. But when he thought the embarrassment was over, Kanda spoke again, this time, almost muttering to himself.
Allen almost wished he didn't hear any of it.
The man looked like he was going to let himself be hanged. He kept on glancing away from him and Allen saw him taking a few gulps before finally speaking.
"N-nice to meet you, Allen," he said.
This time, without any hint of sarcasm in his voice...
But just pure awkwardness...?
Allen felt the blush from his face crawled to his whole body like fire.
And before he knew it, his knees began to rapidly buckle—
And the next thing he knew, he was already falling—again—
But before his body hit the floor once more, for the second time that day, a strong pair of arms was already pulling him upright.
"What the fuck?! Be carefu—" he heard the man exclaimed then halted without even finishing what he was about to say.
It just happened so fast, you know.
When Allen looked around to utter his thanks (a reflexive characteristic of his) his nose unexpectedly brushed on something wet and supple. It smelled minty, with a faint scent of cigarette and—
Allen's eyes slowly widened.
His breathing escalated as he became more and more conscious of the body heat wrapping his body and the balmy and measured breathing on his face.
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"How's Allen-san?" Keita asked his brother as he watched him emerged from inside of the mansion.
"He's cute..." Kanda muttered without thinking as he walked. The crimson flush wrapping that pale face was still firmly imprinted on his mind and it seemed like it wasn't about to go away for the next few days of his existence.
Damn.
Kanda scratched his head.
Well, he wasn't really planning on explaining himself to some random stranger he just met (because he was just not like that) but when he saw him almost crying, he suddenly felt guilty for saying all those things.
He came back and well, the rest was history.
Kanda didn't know that there were still people like him around.
Naively cute, as what Lavi would call it.
Lenalee wasn't even on par with his adorable and cute demeanor—
Kanda's face darkened. He wanted to bash his head with his duffel bag.
He must have injured himself when he was fighting those lowlifes or he wouldn't be thinking like this.
He nodded to himself.
Yeah. That must be it.
But he was really so red that Kanda almost though he was having some kind of seizure or something like that. The man immediately stood as he free himself from his hold and Kanda began to feel mortified, too, because he was cradling his body too closely—like he was so used in holding him—
"I am so sorry! I am so sorry!" Kanda remembered the pale man's trembling voice as he cried his apologies. He was bowing so low that he looked like he was trying to bang his head on the floor.
It looked so funny if only Kanda wasn't feeling so awkwardly embarrassed, too.
It looked really cute though...
He stopped his thought and his face darkened again.
What the fucking hell was happening to him?
Keita hastily halted his steps and gawked at his brother's darkening face. "W-what did y-you just say, a-aniki?" he asked, eyes were widening.
Kanda stopped. "What? I didn't say anything," he defensively said as if he was terrified that his brother knew something that he shouldn't have known.
"Did you just call Allen-san 'cute'?" Keita asked, still gawking. His eyes still resembled that of a saucepan.
His brother—the mighty, ill-mannered, foul-mouthed brother of his—actually called someone cute.
Keita's eyes widened more when he saw his brother stiffened upon hearing the question.
His heart stopped beating for a while in astonishment.
Kanda just raised his middle finger and walked away.
It made Keita's mouth dropped on the floor.
Not even one retort!
Keita glanced back at the huge mansion and swallowed hard.
What the heck just happened back there?
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Say what you need to say
Say what you need to say
Say what you need to say
Say what you need to say
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for those people who reviewed the first chapter! Hope you enjoy reading this chapter, too. This will be a lighthearted fic (I think so). I was compelled to write one after all those depressing and miserable chapters I wrote these last few weeks.