Guys, I am so sorry this took so long! We've been moving a lot this week, and for whatever reason my internet has been sucking major ass lately (I'm stealing someone else's at the moment, and I'm not sure how long it's gonna last), so I've been catching up and watching all of the seasons of Supernatural. If anyone who reads this likes that show, I AM IN LOVE IT IS MY OBSESSION OOHHH MY GOD. So I'm gonna have a small one-shot thingy of that coming out soon, for anyone who's interested.

Anyway, if there are any typos here, I'm terribly sorry, but I just wanted to get this up before the internet goes out again. So if there are typos or grammatical errors or whatever, tell me in a review and I'll fix them ASAP. This should've been out last Tuesday, but like I said, sucky internet. Sorry, but I hope you guys like it!

Summary: No matter how much Kanda wanted and pleaded (silently, of course), Valentine's Day always popped up on the calendar. Today was no exception.

Rating: T

Fanfic #8:

Valentine's Drama

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"Every… damn… year!" Kanda growled as he slammed his locker shut, which was overflowing with paper cut-out hearts of all shades red, purple, and pink – in another stuttering girls face. But, this wasn't just any girl; this was Lenalee Lee, a girl who had not only been able to befriend Kanda (not that he would admit it), but she was also the principal's little sister. And that principal, Komui Lee, had a sister complex. And he was just plain crazy.

"B-but, Kanda," Lenalee pleaded, staring at him with wide, watering violet eyes. "I love you!" Kanda just crossed his arms and turned his head away.

"Quit fucking with me," he scoffed. "I get enough of that shit throughout the year, and today is always the worst." As he turned back to the girl, her tears immediately dried up and she grinned.

"I'm just messing with you, Kanda, calm down."

"Wasn't funny."

"It was to me." Lenalee punched him playfully in the arm and his glare darkened. "Anyway, if you just accept me as your valentine, no one else will ask you. Problem solved."

Her eyes regarded him smugly, and he couldn't help but scowl. "No."

She laughed, and it sounded like wind chimes in a summer breeze. "It sounds like you like all of the attention, then. Either that or you're extremely gay and just trying to cover it up," she teased lightly.

Kanda rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He turned to leave and didn't listen to her protests. And then, he happened to run into another one of his fans, a girl of whose name he didn't remember because he honestly couldn't give a shit.

"Kaaaaaaaanda!" She sang loudly and stepped in front of him. "Do you wanna see your Valentine's Day matches?"

"No," he said bluntly, trying to move around her but to no avail.

She frowned, turning her pretty features in to ones… quite the opposite. "Why not? I bet I'm on your list." She attempted to run a finger down his chest, but Kanda stepped back before she could even get close enough.

"Exactly why I don't want to see it."

She looked offended, but continued her assault. "I'm not giving you a choice," she huffed, her hands on her hips. "So here, just take it." And so, a bright pink envelope that burned Kanda's eyes was shoved into his hands.

Deciding to just get it over with and shut the girl up, he ripped off the fuzzy heart sticker that kept the stupid thing together and made him puke just a little inside of his mouth. And then he just stared. And stared. And stared.

The idiotic girl snapped him back to the world, and Kanda couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad thing. "Well," she demanded hotheadedly, "Am I on there?"

Kanda didn't have to look at the paper again to tell her no, because he'd already had it memorized. "Are there supposed to be guys on this shit?"

The girl looked at him with raised eyebrows, and Kanda could see her trying to hide her laugh behind a cough and a fist over her mouth. "No. Who is it?" She tapped her chin in thought, as if she actually thought she wasn't dumber than a sack of potatoes. "It's probably just a fluke. Is it that one kid you're friends with? What's his name… Rabi? Ravi?"

"That idiotic rabbit isn't my friend," he snapped automatically, instantly seething. Just the thought of Lavi made his blood boil. And, just like he'd left Lenalee, he sped off towards the cafeteria with the piece of paper crumpled in his hand. Once he arrived to his destination, he immediately spotted who he was looking for – he was hard to miss, with his white hair and mountain of food in front of him.

"Beansprout!" He growled, stalking up to the innocent boy, also known as Allen Walker. As the aforementioned sophomore turned around, Kanda promptly punched him in the face. Hard.

"The hell, BaKanda?" Allen hissed from his new seat on the ground while rubbing his cheek.

"Why the fuck are you always invading my life?" Allen just stared with one white eyebrow raised, and Kanda thought, I wish everyone would stop staring at me like I'm a crazy drug addict. What's with this damn holiday?

"What are you talking about? I haven't even talked to you today, arse."

Kanda shoved the heart-covered paper that was practically ripped to shreds into Allen's face, and it took the younger a few moments to read the ink, as it was so close to his face that it was tickling his nose. "Valentine's Day… date matches… for Yuu Kanda," he read aloud, his eyes drifting over the paper to try to catch what had Kanda so ruffled up. "Match number one… Allen Walker. Match number two… What?"
"Yeah."

"What?"

"Sprout…"

"Is it real?"

Kanda held a hand to his temple and resisted the great urge to punch the kid in the face for the second time that day. "What do you think, dipshit?"

He received no answer, and he opened his blue-obsidian eyes to find that Allen was gone, and his mountain of empty plates left abandoned.

"… The fuck?"

And then Allen returned, waving a paper that was disgustingly similar to Kanda's own. "I got one, too, just to check," Allen explained to the senior's unspoken question, and though Kanda wouldn't admit it aloud, the kid was pretty smart sometimes.

"It's not that big a deal."

"Well obviously it is, since you came running to me with a look of pure Hell on your face, douche." Allen ripped open the envelope, and announced quietly, "It says… You're my number one."

Kanda threw the paper to the ground as soon as the words left Allen's mouth, and then he proceeded to rub his rough, calloused hands along his face. "What the hell," he muttered, and Allen nodded, though the Japanese man couldn't see it.

"Kanda, you ass, there you are!" Lenalee's voice interrupted the silence that was previously drowning them both. The man that was previously mentioned groaned as the Chinese girl stalked up to him, her violet eyes flashing in anger. "Thanks for ditching me."

"You're welcome," Kanda bit back sarcastically. "Quit PMS-ing like a little bit–"

"Kanda!" Allen intervened quickly with a squeak, stepping forward and mimicking the glare on Lenalee's face. "Don't say that!"

The raven haired boy automatically reached for Mugen, attached to his hip. "Alright, alright, damn."

"Calm down. You're like a… time-bomb."

"Shut up, beansprout."

"Oh, hi, Allen!" Lenalee greeted cheerfully, turning her scowl 180 degrees as she spun to face the white-haired boy.

"Bipolar," Kanda said under his breath, and Lenalee visibly twitched but didn't confront him. And before Kanda even noticed, the girl was picking up his previously discarded Valentine's Match paper.

"Your first match is Allen? How is that possible?" She exclaimed, clutching the paper and staring at it with wide eyes. Here we go again, Kanda thought with a silent groan as he felt the beginnings of a headache throbbing behind his eyes.

"That's what me and BaKanda were wondering."

Lenalee looked back up at Kanda, a large smirk stretching across her face as her eyebrows shot upwards. "I knew you were gay."

"How does that make me gay?" Kanda hissed as Allen decided this was a fight he would not interrupt. "I don't choose my fucking matches!"

The girl just shook her head, her shoulder-length hair bouncing around her face. "But obviously you're pretty gay to be matched up with a boy. These are based off of things you have in common and stuff."

"We're hardly similar. The beansprout is the gay one, he just corrupted my matches with his gay rainbow shit."

"Eh?" Allen froze as both pairs of eyes locked onto him. "I'm not gay!"

Both of the Asians smirked, and Lenalee put her hand on the British boy's shoulder. "It's okay, Allen. I used to have the hots for Kanda, too. Then I realized he's an ass. And he's gay."

"A gay ass," Allen concluded with a waggle of his eyebrows. Until the girls words sunk in and his face went from creamy white to a fiery red in seconds. "W-wait, I don't have… the hots for BaKanda."

The man that was currently the topic of discussion decided to step in because suddenly his dignity was at stake for possibly being the source of Allen's wet dreams. "Then why are you blushing like a schoolgirl?"

"No reason." Allen quickly tried to cover his face, but both of his friends had already seen his significantly brighter cheeks.

"Wow, Allen, I was just kidding. I didn't know you actually like him."

"I don't," Allen defended meekly, knowing it was useless to protest.

"Bullshit."

"Shut up, BaKanda."

"You're all bark and no bite, stupid beansprout."

"Well so are you!"

In a span of only two seconds, Kanda had Mugen clenched in his hand and pressed against Allen's throat. Allen could see the anger shifting through the other's midnight obrs, but he didn't flinch, even with the unfamiliar feeling of cool metal pressing into his skin. "How's this for an empty threat?"

Allen ignored the smug tone in Kanda's voice. He ignored the worried look that was so obvious on Lenalee's gentle face. He ignored the feeling of the sword sliding across his throat as he shook his head and looked Kanda in the eyes.

"You won't do anything to me." And of course, Kanda, being Kanda, took that in an entirely wrong way. "Are you mocking me?"

"No. I trust you."

The Japanese man visibly froze, and his grip of the prized sword loosened considerably. "What?" He murmured, his eyebrows furrowing in what Allen assumed to be a mix of confusion and irritation.

"I trust you, Kanda," he repeated, quieter this time. If there was one reaction he wasn't expecting form the other male, it was laughter.

"You're not supposed to trust me. Example one," Kanda said shortly, tracing the shallow red line on Allen's neck.

The British boy just shrugged. "At least I'm not dead." Allen wasn't sure when this had all went from a big joke to blurting out that he trusted Kanda, but he was starting to think that maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

"You're too optimistic and shit. Happy fucking Valentine's day."

Allen blinked and looked closer at Kanda, his silver eyes wide. "Excuse me?"

Kanda rolled his eyes as if what he had said was normal. "My gift to you was not chopping your annoying head off. Now stop talking before I decide that stupid beansprouts don't need presents."

Allen opened his mouth in a silent, oh, and then closed his eyes and nodded. A small smile danced across his lips and he said, "Thank you, Kanda. Happy Valentine's Day… number one."

"Oh, fuck you. When I'm attempting to be somewhat… okay with you, you decide to be a bitch."

"It's just how I am." Allen grinned, and looked over to Lenalee, who he had forgotten was standing there the whole time, until he realized she wasn't anywhere to be found. "Where's Lenalee?"

If Allen looked close enough, he could've seen the color drain from Kanda's face. "Shit."

Later that Valentine's Day, Allen, Kanda, and pretty much the whole school found out that they were now dating and that the new "couple" were both out for Lenalee's blood.

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Happy fucking late Valentine's Day (or Single's Awareness Day), guys!