I'm running out of stuff already. -_- I haven't been in much of a writing mood lately, so this is kinda... eh. Sorry. Everything is just been really shitty.

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: It began with a Sunday and ended with another, one week later.

Rating: T

Fanfic #13:

Perception

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when it began. They were relaxing on Allen's back porch, with his head resting on Kanda's lap. He looked down and managed a small smile, and was thankful that Allen was looking at him.

"How do you tell someone you don't love them anymore?" Kanda murmured, staring out into the woods just beyond their reach. Allen's head shot up and he looked at Kanda with wide doe eyes – scared, shocked, cautious. The Japanese man just shook his head and pushed Allen back onto his lap. "Quit looking at me like that," he snapped, but there was no bite behind his words. "I never said I was talking about you."

Allen did not look relieved. In fact, he almost looked like he was contemplating between crying and yelling. "Are you cheating on me?" The person in question snorted and smirked, but it didn't hold the usual hint of amusement.

If Allen had looked close enough, he would've seen the sadness pooling in Kanda's dark eyes. "You're an idiot," he said, flicking Allen between his eyes. "No, the stupid rabbit asked me for advice and he won't stop bitching. I had no idea how to answer that so I decided to ask you, since you're part girl and all."

"Am not," the white-haired boy replied meekly. "Wait, Lavi's in love?" Allen peered at Kanda skeptically; having sat himself next to the latter instead of placing himself on his lap again.

Kanda rolled his eyes, and they flickered to Allen as the wind began to pick up. His hair fluttered around his face like snow and stars and suddenly, his body looked five times younger but his eyes looked indefinitely older. He was a wise man trapped in a child's body, and it almost hurt to look at him because he looked ethereal. So he went back to gazing at the woods, where every animal seemed to have the same expression as Allen. Kanda felt oddly out of place. Did he look the same as them?

"Lavi is always in love."

"It sounds kind of serious…" Allen argued, and Kanda only shrugged, but he didn't look at him because he did not want to see the mystifying wisdom in his moonlit eyes. "I mean, I don't know," he started again. "And I hope I won't ever have to." The doe-eyed look had faded away, though now it was back, but he tried his hardest to hide it and poked Kanda playfully on his cheek. "I guess, if I ever had to be in that situation, I would do it gently. I would say it in person, because you always say things like that in person." Allen's eyes started to shine brightly and Kanda couldn't tell if it was because of the sadness or the knowledge that was too much for him to understand.

With an inaudible sigh, he waved for Allen to rest on him again, and he did. Allen stuffed his face in Kanda's jacket and took shaking breaths. "Bring roses," he continued unsteadily, and Kanda hadn't expected him to, but Allen always surprised him. "Because they're the most beautiful flower.

"And even though they symbolize love, it shows that… you still care. Just not enough." Allen didn't resume, and so Kanda stayed silent because he didn't know what to say. He looked down to the small boy in his arms, and his eyes traced the fluff of white hair – the smooth, pale complexion of his neck, and realized that he should've never asked that question in the first place.

"You'll never leave, right?" The British boy spoke up suddenly. Kanda could clearly hear the wavering of his voice, and he didn't know what to think. He kept picturing the doe-eyes versus the eyes filled with infinite understanding, and he wasn't sure which one was the Allen that he was talking to right now. "You won't stop loving me?"

Kanda fought against the words that were trying to escape, and instead found it in himself to say, "Of course not."

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It was the next Sunday morning that Allen woke up to roses and a note on his doorstep.

He couldn't comprehend what made him angrier – the fact that Kanda couldn't tell him in person, or that he had lied to him.

The note did nothing but make his heart hurt, and so he burned it, because he was the man who knew everything and he was the boy who knew close to nothing at all.

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