Ha! Updates...
I AM SO SORRRY!
Exam season fast approaches me and anxiety over ever little thing is not a smart move on my behalf.. and then there's summer... where K gets a moive, Dmmd gets and anime as so does Love Stage *fangirl squeal* Gonna be a goooood summer... if I can get a job that is...
*ahem*
I hope you guys like it...
"You gonna be okay boy?"
Blank eyes looked up to the voice, his head nodding as he reached for his coffee cup.
"Yeah," he sighed, his shoulders sagging, "just a quick coffee and then I won't see him again."
"You don't see them in the first place," the elder joked, enjoying the vein twitch in the pale forehead.
"Oh! A blind joke! How original," Allen muttered sarcastically, "tell me, where did you come up with such a unique idea?"
"From a fortune cookie," his so-called friend smirked, "I'll have it translated to brail one of these days."
Doing his best, the younger shot a very poignant glare towards the other, the chuckle indicating he was right in assuming where the other was.
"Lighten up," an arm surprised him by patting his back, "you're meeting new people, making new friends!"
"Joy," the young man mumbled.
"Making friends must be terrible," the elder teased, grinning as Allen pouted.
"Most people just want to be friends with me for my notoriety," the young man mumbled, "that, or they want to see what it's like to befriend a freak."
"Boy are you a cynic."
"After ten years like this, you learn to be," Allen pointed out, "shouldn't you be heading off, Tyki?"
"I just wanna see this kid that's got you so angry," the blind man could practically hear the grin on his face.
"It's not him, it's his friend," his fingers rubbed his temples, the voice replaying in his brain of the angered elder, in turn angering himself.
A small snort had him looking back to his publicist, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"What's so funny?" the younger asked, feeling stirred up by the idea of having another laugh at him, even if it was someone he knew.
"Never seen you this riled up over a comment," Tyki grinned, "it's interesting, boy."
Allen shuddered at the tone, a twinge of fear running through him at the thought of Tyki finding a new source of amusement in him.
"So… I don't suppose you have a description of the person," the elder pressed, enjoying their usual game.
"Oh, yeah," his finger touched his lips, "let's see… he's a guy."
"So that narrows down… fifty-percent of the population, give or take?"
"Thereabouts…" Allen nodded as he found the lip of the cup, his throat moving as he swallowed deeply.
"Well… a head of bright red hair is headed our way," his breath brushed against the younger's hair, "and he looks like fun."
"Well he's probably off the menu," the younger told him, "he's got a girlfriend."
"That's what alcohol was invented for," Tyki said smartly, patting him on the shoulder before he turned and left the young man to the company he was to expect, his shoulders sagging as he sighed deeply.
Though he was a little too open and honest about his sexual exploits, Tyki was still the only publicist that didn't latch on to his disability and milk it for all it's worth, much to Cross' distain. The man was cynical, sarcastic, and even had a bit of a sadistic streak, but he would treat Allen like he did everyone else and even took him from place to place if need be.
"Hey!"
Allen nearly jumped at the unexpected exuberance, his hand over his beating heart as he turned to look at the young man.
"Hello again," the younger nodded to him.
"Didn't think you would come," Lavi started, his body plopping down across from Allen's.
"Disappointed?" Allen asked.
"Nope!" the younger wondered just how much exuberance one person could exude. "So, how ya been?"
"You mean… since we met yesterday?" the younger inquired, his eyebrow raised sceptically.
"Ya!" Allen heard the coat shuffled as it was draped over the seat, the chair groaning as the body adjusted in it, "where's your dog?"
"He's taking a day off," the blind man told him-off handily, "I've got rehearsal and then a show tonight and it's not fair to make him sit and wait in the stuffy music hall."
"Sounds reasonable," Lavi grinned, taking a quick break to order a cup of coffee from the waitress that passed by their table. "So how long do we have?"
"About an half an hour," Allen murmured, "my friend is driving me."
"Really? It's not that far…"
"It's just easier," the younger pointed out, "we were out getting errands done anyway."
"Does he do it often?" Lavi pressed, thanking the woman that placed the cup in front of him
"I live further away," Allen told him, "and... the hospital isn't exactly accessible either…"
"Hospital?"
The blind man tensed at the words, figuring that, after not talking to anyone after a while, he wouldn't let as much slip as he did. Usually, his poker face was much better.
"Yeah," the younger shrugged, "I-I'd rather not talk about it…"
"Sore subject?" Lavi guessed correctly, grinning while Allen nodded, "don't worry about it! I understand 100%!"
"I doubt that very much," Allen grinned.
"Well, it's nothing like where you're at, but I'm almost half-blind!"
Curious, the younger listened to the body adjust as though swelling with pride before the other pressed on.
"My left eye's gotta patch over it since it apparently makes kids want to run back to their mommies," Lavi pointed to his patch though the younger couldn't see it, "caught a firecracker with it as a kid. It was stupid, but the only thing damaged was my eye."
"Uh-huh," Allen mumbled, "so… I take it you want me to reciprocate?"
"Nah," the other shrugged, "I'm just open like that."
"To strangers apparently," the younger pointed out, "actually, that's what I wanted to ask you-"
"Why would I befriend a seemingly random stranger?" Lavi filled in for him, "well, I'm just that kinda guy!"
"Which is?"
"Befriending the lonely and bringing light to their life!"
Allen felt his lips pull into a smile, resisting the urge to laugh in the young man's face at the mental image of his puffed chest and head held high.
"Ha! Ya finally smiled!"
The blind man felt surprise slip onto his face at the words, his eyes turning to where the other sat.
"See, you looked really down yesterday, like you haven't got a friend in the world, which I really don't get cause you look like a nice guy and you can defend yourself too and-"
Allen figured the look on his face must've been enough as Lavi suddenly stopped speaking, his throat clearing as he looked to finish his train of thought.
"Well… you just looked like you needed a friend," he finished almost lamely, the material around his shoulders shuffling as he evidently shrugged.
"Well… thank you," Allen couldn't help but smile at the words, "and… sorry if I was curt with you yesterday, I just… got some bad news yesterday," the younger finally admitted, "and… I wasn't having the greatest of days either…"
"No worries," Lavi grinned, "we've all been there," his sweater shuffled as he extended his hand to the other, "so, let's start over. Hi! I'm Lavi, it's nice to meet 'cha!"
The younger chuckled softly, his head tilting to rest to his fist.
"You're sticking your hand out again, aren't you?" the blind man murmured, watching as the other seemed to fidget in discomfort.
"Yeah..." the elder seemed to clear his throat, "could you… stick out your hand or something to shake so I don't look like a total idiot?"
"Too late," Allen whispered under his breath, his own fingers extending to the air in front of him, "but I guess I'll humour you. Nice to meet you Lavi, I'm Allen."
The shake felt awkward on the younger's behalf, though it was thankfully over quickly.
"So tell me bout yourself," Lavi started, almost too cheerily.
"What do you want to know?" the younger tilted his head, "I mean, from what I hear, I've got a website… I think."
"Yeah but that's all boring stuff," the red head brushed off, "come on! Like, how's life, how's the dog, that sort of thing!"
"Life, at the moment, sucks," Allen mumbled, the stare he felt trying to encourage him to press on, "I just got passed over for a cornea transplant, again I might add."
"Damn dude…" Lavi seemed stunned into silence, the uncomfortable air settling around them like a thick fog, "wh… what happened?"
"I dunno," the other younger admitted, "I mean, one doctor said the medication I was taking would have a greater risk of rejection, so I had it changed. Another doctor told me the damage might be too extensive and so on and so on," his chin slipped into the palm of his hand, "long story short, I don't think I'll ever see."
"Wow-"
"Let's move on to something else," Allen tried to brush off, Lavi's soft squeal of surprise shocking him slightly.
"Okay! How about," the voice turned teasing, the smile, if at all possible, even wider on Lavi's face, "how about your boyfriend!"
"My… what?" Allen felt his face pull into confusion, "I don't have one."
"Yeah ya do, he's just sitting there… watching us…"
"I believe I would be very aware if I had a boyfriend," the younger pointed out, "and I can assure you, because of my job, I've got zero time for it."
"So, who's that?" Lavi asked, his finger pointing to the other at the other end of the room.
"Who?"
"Him, where I'm pointing-" the redhead suddenly became very aware of his words, thankful Allen couldn't see his deep chagrin.
"Oh, well then," the mismatch fingers reached to find the arm, his hands searching for the finger, "let's see… oh, over there!" Allen turned to where it was pointing, "oh… wait… I CAN'T SEE!"
Lavi flinched as the other patrons did, the redhead flushing the shade of his hair.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "I just… forgot…"
"At least you can," Allen muttered almost bitterly, his lips pouting slightly before a thought crossed his mind.
"Well… he's tall… got dark skin and hair-"
"Because a vivid description is really gonna help me," the younger shot back sarcastically, "is this going to be a recurring thing with you?"
"Probably, he's dumb enough."
Allen bristled at the deep voice, his body doing its best not to twitch at the other.
"Hey Yuu! You made it!"
"And now I'm regretting it," Kanda muttered, obviously directed at Allen, "thought you said you guys cancelled?"
"I lied. Now come join us!"
"No."
Both Allen and Kanda spoke in unison, each voice determined and firm.
"Aw come on!" Lavi seemed to pout, "I mean, Allen and I reconciled, now it's your turn!"
"No," this time it was only Kanda who said it, his body clearly still standing though Lavi protested.
"Please!" the other tried to beg, "come on! It won't be long, right Allen?"
"I've got to leave soon-"
"See! Barely a few minutes-"
"How many times do I have to tell you," Kanda growled, "I am not interested in meeting new people4! Especially not a moyashi!"
"Hey!" Allen jumped up, "I am not a moyashi!"
"Since you can't see," the younger bristled at the voice, "you probably can't tell just how short you are!"
"I know how tall I am," the blind man grumbled, "and I can infer, oh, wait, sorry, that's probably too big a word for you, guess, how tall you are!"
"Hey-"
"Now," a smooth voice cut in, surprising Allen as a hand gripped his arm, "as amusing as this scenario all is… I would very much like to return here and so would the boy, so perhaps we may move this along? Say, outside, perhaps."
Allen turned to the elder, feeling heat on his face as he became aware of how childish he was behaving in front of the early lunch rush.
"Now that we're all in agreement," Tyki murmured, tugging the blind man along and most likely gesturing to the two others to leave the café.
The breeze was cool on Allen's face as the doors opened them to the world, the footsteps following behind him indicative of the others following them.
"I would like to formally apologize for Allen's behaviour," the elder started, the younger hearing his professionalism taking over, "please, accept these."
"Accept what?" Allen asked, turning to his publicist, "Tyki!"
"No time to dilly-dally," Tyki suddenly announced, ignoring the 'Oi!' Kanda shouted at the two of them, "you can talk with your friends after the show tonight. You have rehearsals now."
"After the-wait!"
Tugged along like a disobedient child after his mother, Allen felt forced to the car, his mind still spinning and filled with thoughts of the two young men now seemingly consistent in his life. He groaned slightly as he leaned against the cool glass; just how long was Kanda going to make him act this way?
*Ahem*... so... how bad is it...