Kiss Me, My Pretty
Part Four
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"Will you stop that!" An angry voice growled, directing that rage at the floating golem that was prodding his head with its tail.
"You know, if you be nice to him, he'll go away," Allen sighed, forcing the man's arm down into the deep sink while he was busy squeezing the melon sized critter in his fist—similar to how one would handle a stress ball. The sticky blood was probably only still flowing because Kanda couldn't calm down for anything. His blood must have been pumping through his body like a racehorse. For all it was worth, Timcanpy wasn't helping at all.
Allen turned the water on and grabbed a cloth from the cabinet, drenching it and roughly washing off the flaking blood from both Kanda's arm and his own hands. Once upon a time, blood like that would have probably had him worried.
But this was Kanda.
"Beansprout, who the hell taught you how to treat wounds?"
"Will you shut up and just cooperate. And my name is ALLEN."
"Beansprout, this is your fault, I'll call you whatever the hell I please."
Allen gave him an exasperated stare and mumbled monotonously, "Is that so?" His fingers dug into the open wound in his arm and Kanda gritted angrily, glaring him down like he was going to kill him.
Timcanpy landed square on Allen's head, hopping and smacking his body against his forehead repeatedly.
"Ow, hey, hey! Tim, stop that!" Allen frowned, but caught the smirk that had flickered on Kanda's face. This annoyed him even more. Tim continued to beat him in the head until he was forced to hold both hands up in the air—bloody as they were—and admit defeat. "Okay! Okay. I'm not going to hurt your Princess, now just let me bandage his wound, Tim."
"What did you call me, beansprout?"
"You heard me, princess."
Before he could ball up his fist and throw it at Allen, the smaller boy clasped his hand over his still burnt shoulder. "Don't even try." Allen knew very well he was causing his annoyed companion more pain, but Kanda tried to be macho every other time. He could tough it out. Allen would just have to accept Timcanpy's continued efforts to flatten his forehead. "Timcanpy, I'm not harming him, stop it!"
"You're digging your hand into my shoulder, you idiot." Kanda growled, biting his lip to keep himself from ignoring his bleeding arm and burnt shoulder to keep from tossing the little fucker across the bathroom.
"You'll shrug it off anyway. Will you shut up and let me wrap it already?"
Timcanpy flew back over to the taller man and rested casually in his hair. Allen could see the actual arteries pumping blood at an accelerated rate through Kanda's temple. That seemed to annoy him more than anything else the little golem did. "Timcanpy, I don't think he likes when you mess in his hair like that."
"What was your first clue…" he grumbled and swatted at Tim. Timcanpy relocated to Kanda's good shoulder while Allen washed water over his captive arm again.
"Kanda, it looks like you cut an artery wide open. That's probably why it won't stop bleeding. You need stitches."
"I do not."
"But…"
"It'll heal on its own. I'll just tourniquet my upper arm and let it fix itself. I'm not soft and squishy like you are."
"What's that mean?" The little bit of pleasantness that Allen had rebuilt slipped away in an instant. Kanda could be such an ass, sometimes.
"It means that I'm made of tougher shit, now if you're not gonna do what you harassed me in here for, then leave. I can bandage myself."
"You injured yourself in the first place."
"You injured me first."
"I tried to help you!"
"Perhaps you need a new hobby. You're bad at this on—OW, goddamn you."
"Hurts then? Oops. I didn't mean that."
"I will kill you and then spread your corpse across Europe."
"I didn't think you were into mutilating your enemies, BaKanda."
"I carry a sword, it'll be effortless."
Allen glanced up heatedly, meeting a similar glare. They were down each others throats so often it felt wrong if they weren't. Even though Allen liked to think he had good manners, he knew he lost them quickly around the reckless moron. "If you think you can."
"I already have your golem, thanks to you."
"It won't last. Komui will come up with something or I'll just shove Tim in your face until you give it a big sloppy kiss and we can move on."
"What are you some kind of voyeur?" Kanda frowned and turned his face away to hide the way his teeth grit every time the beansprout pressed his fingers into the open cut down his arm. He probably should have considered the consequences of splintering a table half way down the middle. Thinking wasn't one of those things he preferred to do first, if his fist could fix the problem…his fist didn't fix the problem, so now he actually did have to think. That only served to piss him off a little more.
"If I was really a voyeur, then I would follow you to the baths after you train outside in the morning."
"How do you know where I go after I train?" Suspicious eyes narrowed at the pale boy.
"Because you smell like soap whenever I pass you, afterwards."
"…How do you get close enough to smell me?"
"Because I'm stalking you, is that the answer you want?" The sarcasm could have suffocated them if the room was any smaller. Allen just happened to notice these things. He wasn't going to tell the man he could actually watch him train from his own window. How Kanda could do all the acrobatic stuff he does with a blind fold and not destroy every tree in the vicinity was fascinating enough to watch sometimes.
"Knock it off."
"Did I upset you, your highness?"
"If you call me that again, I'l—" He stopped midsentence and Allen looked up, somewhat concerned, but not too concerned.
"What's wro—"
He cut himself off. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He wanted to laugh, because it was so funny he thought he would die right there. He wanted to cry, because he was going to miss Timcanpy.
The little golden golem was perched on his shoulder, his faceless…face, directed at the man and his strange little mouth was open—all teeth sharp and pearly. A tongue extended from that unusual mouth and pressed into Kanda's cheek. That tongue stroked up that cheek twice before Kanda snapped out of his stunned slack-jawed expression. He sucked in a deep breath in preparation for the yelling he was about to begin, but the blood loss finally kicked in and he buckled forward, having to settle with tossing Timcanpy through a mirror.
He let out a cough, finally letting the breath go and clinging to the sink as his head swirled. His healing was getting so much worse if this was making him dizzy. Of course, it could be the high level of stress and anger he'd been tossing around all day. He was so angry it was giving him a migraine. And that's something.
"I've been violated."
With that, Allen decided laughter was going to be his choice.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Timcanpy is so forward!
Thanks for all the reviews on this silly thing XD My god. I think people needed more TimxKanda in their life.
Special thanks to Eurythmiic, my super awesome moyashi that I totally dominate, and WakeToSanity, who is like…the best reviewer ever XD
To answer a question, Tim is about baseball sized.