"What do you mean you can't leave your cell anymore?!" Allen yelled as he stood before Kanda, who sat on his bed quietly.
"Like I fucking said 'I've had that privilege revoked.' What part didn't you get?" Kanda sneered and Allen frowned
"I know what you meant but I'm asking why?" Allen retorted crossing his arms.
"I stabbed the baka usagi, okay." Kanda admitted and Allen let his crossed arms fall to his sides, mouth agape. "It was with a fork and only his hand."
"Why would you do that?" Allen questioned, trying to contain his anger.
"He called me by my first name." Kanda stated like it was the ultimate reason to stab someone.
"Yuu! Yuu! Yuu! Stop being so goddamn sensitive about it. It's a nice name. I like it and you should too." Allen huffed, grabbing Kanda's shirt and pulling him on to his feet.
"You like my name?" Kanda asked, looking down at the shorter teen. Allen crossed his arms once again and sighed.
"Yes, I do, and again stop hating your name." Allen stated, sitting down on the bed. Kanda smiled slightly and sat down on the bed next to Allen. He grabbed Allen's shoulders and turned him so Allen was facing him. Kanda smirked and leaned close, kissing the wide-eyed Allen gently. Allen immediately stiffened in response and pushed Kanda away the second he was out of his daze.
"What the hell was that, Kanda?!" Allen cried, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Kanda.
" A kiss, you idiot." Kanda replied with a smirk and Allen's face turned dark red.
"I-I. I-I'm n-not I don't. I-I re-eally are-n't I-I...ugh." Allen stuttered, putting his fingers to his lips and trailing them over his bottom lip. Kanda chuckled at Allen's reaction.
"Breathe, Moyashi, breathe." Kanda laughed and Allen whacked him over the head.
"Sh-Shut up!" Allen demanded, clutching his knees tightly and looked down at the wrinkled sheets.
"Can you form words now?" Kanda joked and Allen glared at him, his still red face giving the look of annoyance the opposite effect.
"Why did you...kiss me?" Allen asked, speaking slowly so he wouldn't stutter.
"Why not?"
"You have to have a reason!" Allen retorted, frowning at Kanda.
"I like you, is that not a good enough reason?" Kanda replied.
"How can someone like me? I'm stupid, a space case with a deformed left arm and old man white hair? I have scars all over my body from my abusive master and other things I just can't remember! Why would anybody like an idiotic ex-circus freak like me?" Allen scoffed and Kanda pulled him into his arms.
"I'm a psychotic teenager who's been charged with the murder of my entire adoptive family. I think we're in the same boat. I like you for reasons I don't really want to say." Kanda replied still holding Allen close.
"Do you really mean that?" Allen asked prying himself out of Kanda's arms. Kanda gave a slow nod in response. Allen smiled and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, unsure of what to do or say in this situation. It's not like people said they liked him everyday. The thought gave Allen 'butterflies in his stomach' and he couldn't help but let a small smile appear on his face as the thought ran through his mind.
"I do mean it, but let's put this all behind us, alright?" Kanda replied, a bit of worry in his voice that he tried to desperately hide. He wasn't nervous or anything, he just didn't want to hear the small teenager's reply because if Allen didn't say anything along the lines of 'I like you too' or something similar, he wouldn't be able to look the boy in the eyes for the next few months. Kanda sighed and leaned his head against the wall and forced himself not to whack his head into it out of frustration. Allen sat cross legged on the bed looking at the closed eyed inmate with curiosity. Kanda felt Allen's stare and opened one eye to look over at him which caused Allen to blush and quickly turn away.