10 more mins 'till 2012! Happy new year everyone :)! I hope you'll like this one, I don't know if it's any good, seeing as I wrote it 15 mins ago :P
I just wanted to ask you guys if I should continue writing my entries? It's already over, but I didn't submit everything, what should I do? Do you want me to continue? If yes, please say so, 'cause I'm confused!
So, enjoy my entry for the theme Touch, even if it's a little sad for new year :P
It all happened in a flash, so fast that Allen questioned himself if he'd imagined it.
The akuma attacked as soon as he left the inn, and he wasn't able to defend himself, he still doesn't know why. Maybe because of the 14th, maybe because of his constant daydreams that month, maybe even a dream. He asks himself why, but then he figures he doesn't even want to know, it just doesn't interest him, it seems.
The akuma attacks, and hurts him bad, and everything goes black, it seems.
When he wakes, he finds himself in a white bed, in white sheets, in a feeling close to happiness and satisfaction.
Kanda is there and Allen wonders if he'd ever seen anything so fascinating before. In the absolutely white room, he is the only thing standing out. His raven hair, his deep sea eyes and his black clothes, they are such opposites of everything around that they seem to match, to belong there.
Allen stops the thinking, stops the observing, it seems so inappropriate at the moment.
Kanda approaches, and Allen can't help but remember their last night together. the heath and the fingertips on bound skin, and the love and-
Allen stops when he feels tears running down his cheeks, and he wonders why he though it was their last night together.
Am I really dead?
Kanda is sitting down on the bed now, and is stretching out his hand towards Allen, touching his hair softly. Allen knows this gesture, he remembers it, but it seems so lonely now, so sorrowful.
He talks, he asks Kanda questions, but Kanda only touches him more, his hands becoming desperate soon.
Why am I here? Where are the others? What happened? Where am I?
The questions leave his mouth, and soon the tears leave his eyes faster, and faster.
Even though Kanda doesn't talk, Allen seems to understand, his heart seems to understand.
It shouldn't have ended like this, it wasn't supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be on the battlefield, with you and Lenalee and Lavi and the Noah, and blood and passion and.. meaningful. This doesn't make sense.
Kanda looks him in the eyes, Allen has the feeling Kanda hears everything he thought at that moment, and kisses Allen softly, delicately.
He is still silent, but his kisses say; I know, I understand.
He touches Allen more, and soon Allen finds his hands returning the gesture. He's crying openly now, silently, but profusely.
Somehow, everything he does seems a blur, and he feels numb. He doesn't even remember when his heart started to beat this fast.
As Kanda lies him down, he remembers one memory, one so simple and yet vivid memory.
Kanda touches him for the first time, he takes his hand. Not romantically so, but to comfort him, silently.
Allen lowers his head, ashamed of the tears, and ashamed of his heartbeats.
I'm weird, I've become so weird.
He's confused, he's angry with himself, and all the feelings make him go mad.
Only because of one touch, and no words.
That was the beginning of their relationship, of their happiness, of their lifes, of everything, it seems.
The flashback ends, and he finds himself holding onto Kanda, desperately.
He's crying still, and he's whimpering, and moaning, from the pleasure, and from the pain.
When it ends, Kanda's lying next to him, and he's calm now.
He doesn't know if he's accepted it, he doesn't know what's going to happen next, but everything but sleeping at that moment seemed so utterly wrong.
So he turns to Kanda, and touches his pale face, the touch so unbelievably real, and then he finds his eyes closing slowly.
The last thing he remembers is fingers pulling him closer, and he knows everything is alright.