Day Four
Theme: Shadow
Wounds
Part Two
Despite always coming back with wounds and blood caked to every exposed inch of skin, Kanda didn't have a single scar on him. It was perplexing as well as almost mystical. It was like it was some kind of super human. Allen had tended his fair share of that man's wounds and every time, it seemed almost surreal to find that wound completely gone by the break of the next day.
It was also convenient at times, when Allen bit a little too hard or his nails dug a little too deep. The marks were gone shortly and no questions had to be asked. He never felt too bad about socking the man in the face, breaking his nose once or twice—he was certain of that. He was okay with being the cause of his wounds, but he always despised seeing those deep horrific wounds he didn't create, like shadows on his body.
Even though they healed so quickly, they always seemed to be replaced the moment the old ones vanish. It was like the setting of the sun on his body. The time he was hurt seemed almost longer than his healthy days.
He brushed his fingers over the hot forehead of the man currently bleeding all over his bed. Once upon a time, that would have either concerned him or made him mad. Now it was simply something he'd come to expect. He didn't dress the wounds most of the time; he found it to be a waste of resources when Kanda had been dead against being bandaged anyway. Sometimes, he didn't even bother to undress the man.
He was simply his support when a mission went rough. It was only late, when the lightness night held everyone in the clutches of sleep. By morning, Kanda would be gone, taking the bloodied sheets with him—surprisingly a courteous act for the man.
It was like he never even existed there in the first place. He vanished with the light, sinking into the shadows.
That's how Allen liked it though.
No questions were asked. He didn't have to lie about not knowing where Kanda was. He simply let him come and go like a wave.
Sometimes, he came to Allen with a different kind of wound. It couldn't be seen on his body. Flawless skin was like porcelain. These wounds were on his splintering pride. It was one thing, to crawl to his room in the middle of the night while bleeding profusely and tired to the point of collapse.
It was an entirely different thing to crawl to that room simply out of want. It was in these moments that Allen could reach out and dispel the shadow that was Kanda and touch the man beneath the veil.
Kanda's greatest weakness was being human with a vulnerable heart. And Allen was not one to pull punches.
A/N: Thank you for the kind thoughts! I think I write too much. Haha!