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Sleep was truly quite the panacea. She awoke with her head cleared of all negative thoughts, and she dressed hurriedly, shrugging gently into her clothes. She felt strangely happy; her feet pattered on the cold floor with bouncy rhythms.

Allen was surprised to find Kanda loitering around the entrance of the hall where she stayed. Kanda did not generally loiter, or indeed, do anything without a clear purpose. So, seeing him pace around outside, through the glass doors, made her very curious. With light footsteps, she walked out and stepped in front of him.

She was shocked to see purple shadows under his eyes, and blinked at the traces of exhaustion on his usually near-perfect face. Since when did Kanda have eye bags? She stared speculatively, trying to ignore the swirling feeling rumbling deep in her stomach, that weird, warm, finicky feeling that flickered whenever she looked his way.

"Oi, Bakanda, why do you have eye bags?"

"Che." Kanda shot Allen his usual glare.

Now that the girl was out here with him, he could stop worrying. He'd been afraid that she might run away too, like Lavi did, or that she might hang herself from pure guilt. He came here the night before and stayed out here through the storm and the wind, just to make sure she did not leave to a place where she could kill herself without restraint. At least, that was the reason he gave himself for being there.

"Why so snarky? Are you ever happy, Kanda?" Allen questioned lightly.

"…"

"Eh?"

"Look, Moyashi, I'm sorry for calling you that yesterday." Kanda finally got those words out. He'd thought about it all night, and realised that it was only proper that he apologise, like the honour-bound descendant of samurai stock that he was. But he'd never really apologised much the whole of his life, so the fact that he had to apologise to a girl, never mind that he …sort of liked her, was rather disenchanting.

Allen's jaw dropped. Did Kanda just apologise to me? That was unusual. Her heart began to race again, and her breakfast swooped in her abdomen.

"Oh. It's okay." Allen replied, finally, after she managed to string her emotions and thoughts together in a sequential manner.

"…"

"…"

"Come on, let's move. I'm going to be late for my class, and you're going to be late for yours." Kanda said brusquely.

He walked Allen to her lecture theatre in a strangely compatible silence. Before he walked to his own lecture hall, though, he turned to her.

"Moyashi?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Bakanda?" Allen looked at him, her head turned to one side, white hair falling in silky rivers on her collar.

Kanda fidgeted and tried not to let his gaze wander to her. She was really too cute when she gave her funny little poses, and – but no, he wasn't going to think about it.

"Are you free this afternoon?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll meet you at the Cineplex later. I'll message you the details." Kanda turned again and walked off, with nary a good-bye.

Allen rubbed her temples. Am I hallucinating? Did Kanda just ask me out on a date? Doesn't he like Lulubell? Maybe there is hope in life after all. Every cloud has a silver lining. But poor, poor Lavi…

......

Kanda rarely paid much attention to his lectures. He already knew what was going on anyway, and he was able to score well without needing to study much. So, the professor didn't bat an eyelid when he realised that Kanda was not taking in a single word. Kanda sat on the hard seat, dark eyes open but unseeing. His thoughts were somewhere else far more pleasant than his current location – they were in Allen-land.

He was thinking about Allen's eyes. They were undoubtedly her best feature; they were large, bright and clear, and were tinted a most unusual colour – blue-grey. He'd never seen a person with such lustrous eyes before. He had noticed, throughout their somewhat unique friendship, that Allen's eyes reflected her emotions.

When upset, her eyes would turn a choppy grey, and the blue would be lost amid the whirl of gloomily grey chaos in those reflective windows to her soul. Joy would make her pupils take on a more prominent shade of blue, though, sparkling like the afternoon sea waves captured in the glinting face of a precious gemstone.

When he'd called her a white-haired freak, her eyes had visibly clouded over and seemed more grey than usual. He had seen the tears there that day, and the pang he had felt then pounded in his heart and made him sorry for his rudeness. Back in his room, he had sat down in the orange-red evening and tried to mediate.

Kanda sat on the ground, long legs crossed, and hands on his lap. His eyes were closed, arranged on his face so as to suit the frown sprawled over his pale skin. All too soon, that inscrutable pair of dark eyes flashed open and Kanda stood up with a groan. He walked over to the window and stared out. What was the Moyashi doing now?

No matter how hard he tried, he could not get her out of his thoughts. Every time he tried to empty his mind, his consciousness would interfere and he would once again see the tear-flecked eyes. The distraught and hurt expression on her face foundered before him, and he squirmed within to think of the pain he must have caused her.

Maybe he should apologise, he thought. It wasn't exactly very polite to insult a girl in that manner.

He stood at the window for an hour and watched the fiery dusk turn into sombre night, with dark clouds and howling winds dancing in the dim corners of the sky. With a sigh, he picked an umbrella up and made his brisk way to the hall of residence where Allen stayed.

And Allen's eyes had taken on a blue sheen when he apologised. He'd seen it. So the girl might like him after all. But it really wasn't in Kanda's personality to tell anyone that he loved them. So he just had to play it with gestures and hope that the Moyashi would understand what he was trying to get at.

A/N: Once again, I apologise for the crappy update. Seriously, TGIF. Fridays are really taxing now, I don't know why. I've resolved my academic dilemna from the previous week; dropped the offending (haha) module for a school-based one. Thanks for all advice given!

But today, another bombshell was dropped on me. In Singapore, we take this subject called GP; its main purpose is argumentative writing and the like. I flunked my essay, and the teacher wants me to go for grammar remedial with her. I think it's absurd that I can actually last what, 6 years, without anyone bemoaning my horrid grammar, and then suddenly, a new teacher decides that my grammar is too ridiculous for words. Seriously, is my grammar that bad? D:

Okay hahaha I shall stop wallowing in self-imposed misery.

This chapter is very much a filler chapter, I think. I hope you liked it, although i don't like it, so yeahh that's about it. Thank you everyone who read and reviewed the previous chapter (:

Last of all, thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated, and constructive criticism is always welcome! (: