So I've just handed in all my Art coursework and thought I'd post a chapter online before MY JOB! Hell yeah. I got a job, seems god loves me these days. So I figured I'd miss some exam revision in order to write you guys a chapter, I know! I'm so sweet! Anyway, I had few hours' sleep last night due to lady pains (gross, I know) so sorry if there's an unusual amount of grammatical errors, I'm well aware there's usually a load anyway… but, yeah. Soz bbz.
So please read and review as you usually do my beautiful readers \(Ò∩Ó)/
[August – 15:59]
[So I have this pet hate, it's not unreasonable, not really. It happens every day, every single day. I really don't understand how people don't realise they do it; I mean it's so damn rude. Bet you're all sat there thinking 'what the hell's this dude blabbing about.'
Not leaving door open.
Seriously, huge hatred for assholes how don't hold the door open, not even a tiny bit open. Seriously people, ever think about the poor person behind you that thought you would do the decent thing and leave the door open, but no. You didn't. I bet if you people looked back you'd see a person on the floor knocked out from where the door swung shut and smacked into their face.
I would know, I've been one of them and I tell you now, it hurt. You'll sit there and think I'm exaggerating the pain, oh no. No no no. I'm not. There's just something about a heavy metal door swinging, with huge momentum, right into your face/torso, knocking you back so that you land on your ass that really, really hurts. Plus the fact it's degrading.
I'm talking Library doors too, you know, the one's that lead to the inside of a silent library. Obviously. So yeah… it's pretty noisy, being smacked by a door and falling backwards. You land with the type of 'Thump' that you really thought was exaggerated on the cartoons but oh no, that's the sound you make. A very loud thump indeed… more like THUMP than thump but I think you get the general idea; A loud noise outside the doors that lead to a silent library.
Embarrassing.
I kinda thought no one noticed so I didn't really realise what the mummers and hushed giggles were about… till I found my friends and the bottom of the stairs looking at me with a face that was the perfect cocktail of concern and extreme amusement. I think it's a perfectly justified pet hate, I mean, I sure I'm not the only person that finds these people incredibly infuriating.
Oh and then you get the assholes that never thank you for holding the door open. Argh. They enrage me. I'm like, 'Dude, I just saved you from extreme embarrassment AND injury. Seriously be a bit grateful you asshole.' Maybe you can only be grateful if you've experienced the even. Maybe until you have been assaulted by a library door, an even that could be avoided, you can't be thankful for someone holding a door. You have no idea what you've been saved from. Even to this day some of the librarians giggle at me. They know who I am and they remember that horrendous event.
I say that but it's not like I hate them. I think you have to understand that I'm a huge library fan and librarians, the people who enforce a library rules like they're the Ten Commandments, have much respect from me. However I feel I am allowed to dislike a certain one. Margret. Yeah, that's her actual name, not made up, actual nameage. She's the poo that "accidently" slammed the door in my face. Oh yeah, she lost a fan that day bitch.]
Allen scrunched his eyes shut as he slid the closed laptop underneath his bed; he pulled his covers up until they reached his chin and groaned as he rolled over. Tim stared at his slave and his ears twitched as Allen moaned for a second time. Now cats couldn't tell the time but Tim knew that Allen had missed something important, usually he's running around trying to get out the house before it reached the 8, but today he'd stayed in bed all day; totally forgetting to feed Tim.
Said cat was well aware he'd missed possible feedings and jumped on the bed to grab his slaves' attention, unfortunately when he jumped up he'd landed on the cover that was over his slaves' stomach. Allen had sat up with an 'Oomph' then laid back down grabbing his head while emitting a pain filled moan.
Tim, not knowing what was wrong, gently made his way up the bed, when he reached his slaves duvet covered face he nuzzled the piles with the upmost care. Allen's white head popped from the pile and Tim would have winced if he could. His slave must've been in a war defending his honour; it's the explanation Tim could think of when he looked at the blackish purple bruise on his little slaved forehead. Whoever did it better hope they don't meet Tim 'cause he would bite their nose off.
Allen smiled through the pain as he watched the cat startle, he looked at the phone that was buzzing continuously on his bedside table and answered it.
["Allen! Hi…"]
"Hey-"
["-Oh god are you alright Al'?"]
Allen had been expecting the call ever since this morning when he'd received a desperate text from Lenalee asking where he was and if he wanted Kanda and Lavi to hold the bus for him, he'd briefly explained his symptoms and how he was phoning in sick.
"I'm fine. Well, actually I feel shit."
Why do people always automatically say they're fine when they're really not? Allen figured it must've been some automatic response that's built into them, he rolled his eyes slightly as the girl 'aww'ed him through the phone,
["What's up?"]
"The sky"
Allen smiled as he shifted in his bed slightly; he mouthed an apology to Tim as he looked up at the whitette who'd disturbed him from his nap on the teens duvet covered stomach.
["Argh. You spend way to much time with Kanda-"]
["Oi"]
Allen felt himself laugh at the obvious protest from the teen that must have been sat next to the girl; he quickly regretted the decision as he felt the room sway slightly at the action, a sharp pain quickly blossoming in his temple.
["Are you alright Allen?"] She sounded worried, he must have vocalised the flinch either that or Lenalee had amazing maternity powers towards the whitette.
"'M fine, m' head hurts is all"
["I bet it was that bloody phone, Kanda you've really hurt Allen!"]
["Mhmm"]
["Don't you 'Mhmm' me! He could die!"]
"I'm not going to die"
["How d'you know? Oh god, I bet you've got a concussion. He's got a concussion Kanda. You've given him a concussion!"]
All Allen wanted to do was go back to sleep, he pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the 'loudspeaker' button, he placed the phone next to Tim and tried to settle back down into bed without causing the pain to rattle through his head. Tim stared at the phone, pupils dilated, as he tried to figure out where the voices were coming from.
["-telling you he's fine"]
["How do you know Kanda? Just how do you know 'he's fine'? Hmmm!"]
Allen wasn't sure if he found it funny or scary, either way, she was winning and Kanda was clearly not.
["Guys… stop fighting-"]
["He's fine for fucks sake, he's overreacting"]
"Am not."
["He says he wasn't Kanda! Would you just apologise already!"]
["I have!"]
["You have not!"]
["Guys please!"]
Bless him, Allen felt sorry for Lavi and everyone on the bus. He doubted Lavi would stop them fighting but he took his hat off for the effort. He stretched his arm in order to reach his phone without getting up and when he eventually found it he turned off the loudspeaker and held it to his ear.
"Guys. GUYS. I'm going to bed-"
["We'll be there in a sec Al'-"]
"What!"
["Dude its twenty-past four"]
Allen looked at the clock on the phone screen and found that the red head was right. He'd slept the whole day away,
"Oh."
["It's alright Allen, you go to sleep and we'll send Kanda over. See you tomorrow, maybe"]
The phone want dead before he could say 'NO!' he placed his phone next to his pillow and looked at Tim. If Allen wasn't seeing things it looked like the cat was excited at the prospect of seeing the older teen. Allen snuggled into his cover a bit more and nuzzled his head into the pillow for a second time. He reached up and turned his phone onto silent. Surely this way Kanda wouldn't be able to disturb him.
Tim wasn't sure how long the both of them had been asleep for but he was duly away of the small buzzing he could hear. Sitting up slowly the cats ears twitched as he tried to pinpoint the location of the irritating noise. He turned his head slightly and moved lightly towards the whitette's head, looking down he found the source of the sound. His slave's phone had been flashing and buzzing quietly. Too quietly for Allen to hear but it was Allen and Tim never had, had very high expectations for him.
His tail twitched as the thumps reached the two of them, his slave's reaction was to roll over and mumble something Incoherent but Tim, being the inquisitive majestic creature he was, wondered towards the door; determined to discover the source of the sound.
Tim often thought he could be an ace detective, his slave being his assistant, retaining his slave label. Together they would discover all the weird sounds of the city. Rescue all the Lady cats that were distressed over the horrendous sounds and once he'd discover the source they'd fawn all over him. He'd take them out to get whiskers pouches and then he'd rub it in all the strays' faces! HA! Wasn't too podgy to attract the ladies now!
He found his paws stopping in front of their giant front door. He was still slightly miffed his slave hadn't installed the cat flap yet. More thumps reached his fluffy ears and he meowed in response, hoping that the reaction would shut it up.
"…Tim?"
It was Kanda! Kanda was at the door! He had to get his slave, but his slave was asleep, but then Kanda was at the door and Tim didn't have the opposable thumbs to open it. Damn his lack of advanced appendages! He meowed in response hoping Kanda would understand he was there.
"You couldn't get moyashi could you?"
Tim was confused. Who was mo…mo-ya… mo-ya-shi? Who was that? He meowed to vocalise his lack of understanding.
"Open the door" Tim watched as the handle of said door rattled.
A meow.
"Open the door… get moyashi to open the door"
Another meow.
"Just get Allen to open the bloody door."
Oh! Tim ran, in a sophisticated manor, towards the bedroom and stood at the base of the bed, right next to Allen's pillow. He meowed but the boy didn't respond, strange. Oh god. What if he was dead? Tim Jumped up onto the bed and pawed at the pillow, meowing getting a bit louder. Nothing. Oh god, oh god. He felt his fur pinch up as he felt fear swirl in his little stomach. He pawed at the face of his slave, meowing as close to his ears as the pillow let him.
"Wha'!"
Tim watched as the whitettes eyes snapped open and his face recoiled at the closeness that cat was at. Tim's whiskers twitched as they rubbed against his slaves' cheek. He meowed which was closely followed by the distant thumping of the front door.
"Go 'way"
He rolled over and try as he might, Tim couldn't get him to wake up again. He jumped down from the bed and returned to the front door, tail literally between his legs. However instead of meowing straight away he got up close and slid his little paw under the gap between the door and floor. He meowed and scratched a little to get the man to notice. He heard a rustle of fabric then something warm touching his paw pads, he meowed again.
He flexed his paw against the finger and bent his hand so he could look under the gap. All he could see was the back of the man; he was sat on the floor leaning against the door, his hand on Tim's paw. Tim purred hoping the man would hear it and cheer up a bit.
"A short meow for yes, a long for no. Got it?"
A meow, a short one.
"You home alone?"
The paw flexed and Kanda heard a slightly longer meow.
"In bed?"
The response took a while, but eventually Kanda heard the short meow. Yes…
"In pain?"
A quicker reply this time, a short one.
"I'm actually holding a conversation with a cat…"
His voice had a hint of worry but was more, what Tim would guess to be, perplexed. Tim meowed, a few in a row, at the man; trying his hardest to get the message across. Damn language barriers.
"Um.. Stay put?"
A quick meow reached Kanda's ears and next thing he knew the paw had been whipped from underneath the door. Kanda sat and blinked a few times. Almost as if the action would allow him to understand what he had just been doing for the past few minutes. He scrubbed at his eyes and he laughed at himself, shaking his head lightly at his previous actions.
Tim would have growled if he wasn't a cat, try as he might he just couldn't find the shiny things used to open the door. If only he wasn't so nice, he'd have Allen out of bed opening the door for him. Alas, Tim was too kind to his slave. Tim jumped atop the sofa and pawed at the cushions, if he was half magpie he totally would've found them by now, damn his pedigree standard.
He leapt from the sofa and walked into the kitchen, he knew that Kanda was outside waiting for him to come along and save the day but he just couldn't. No matter how hard the yellow fluff ball tried he just couldn't find those damn shiny things. He jumped a top the kitchen table and sat down, nuzzling his face into his tail. He silently apologised to Kanda, he felt bitter at his lack of keys. He stretched his body out and rolled over trying to get comfy. The cat's fur flared in shock of he felt something jam into his side.
Kanda on the other hand, had his phone to his ear listening to Lenalee give him orders that he wasn't planning on following.
"-Oh yeah, how'd you figure that one out?"
["It's your fault so you have to check on him."]
"I've waited for like, fifteen minutes. He ain't coming."
In all honesty, He'd just pulled the number out of thin air; he hadn't a clue as to how long he'd been waiting. Not fifteen minutes, he knew that much.
["Well no pain in waiting a little longer."]
"Yeah but-"
["-No."]
"But-"
["-No."]
"Would you just-"
["-I said No! Just wait, god, have a little patience would you!"]
"Tch."
Kanda shifted from leaning against the door, he had a back ache and he was relying on a cats help. He might as well go home. He was about to stretch his legs when he heard a faint crash from beyond the door, burglar? In daylight… he shook his head of the thought. Allen? Nah, Tim had meowed he was sleeping… he once again cursed at his 'spending too much time with idiots' induced thinking. Must've been Tim, Kanda still wasn't sure where he stood with the Himalayan cat. One moment he liked the thing and the next the cats being snatched from his lap by a jealous owner.
He heard said cat's meow from behind him and stood up in order to turn around, quickly realising he didn't have x-ray vision he chose to mirror the cat's earlier action and slide his hand under the door. His hand wouldn't fit through the gap as well as the cats had previously. He felt a sharp sting pass through his finger and pulled it back out of instinct. He looked at the assaulted finger and had half a mind to get and just leave, it stung, not enough to cry over but it was still an irritating sensation. He looked at the abused digit and found a red slice at its tip, he looked towards to gap in order to glare at the cat however found his mouth unhinging slightly at the sight.
A little yellow paw followed by a bundle of keys.
"Fucking 'ell…"
["What!"]
The teen reached for the keys and stared at them in utter disbelief, did that cat actually just… dear god. Kanda put them into the lock and laughed slightly as the door opened.
["Kanda! What's going on?"]
"That cat-"
["What cat!"]
"It just… whoa. Super cat or what-"
["-What are you talking about? What's going on? What cat!"]
Kanda laughed into the phone slightly as he walked through the doorway, he stopped as he stood in front of a little yellow cat. He bent down and stroked the top of Tim's head.
"It's nothin', I'll see you tomorr-"
["No, no, no, no! Wait- hold it. You can't just do that! Not fair Kanda, what happened! Are you in? What's going on?"]
"It's nothin', nothin'. I'll tell you tomorrow."
He snapped the blue mobile shut before the girl could say otherwise. He slid it into his back pocket and smiled slightly at the cat; he dropped his bag onto the floor and slid his shoes off. He turned round and smiled as he noticed Tim was waiting for him; he walked towards the cat and scooped him up. One of Tim's paws gripped onto the teens shoulder and the other stayed on his chest, the yellow cat nuzzled into the teens chin as he started purring. He'd done it. Kanda was in.
"You're insane"
Tim felt himself being pulled away from the teen's chest and held up in order for the teen to stare at him.
"What kind of training have you undergone, seriously, that was… no one would believe me if I told them… they'd think I'm bloody high"
Tim meowed slightly, he felt high. He wanted to be bought back to the teen's chest, he didn't like feeling high. Kanda didn't understand what was trying to be said. He stared at the cat, it was the first time he'd really done it. Give the smaller teen credit, he has one stunning cat. He looked as the big blue eyes blinked owlishly, his eyebrow whiskers twitched at the action. His tail wasn't moving that was a good sign, pretty fluffy tail. Did the moyashi comb Tim? Or was the cat left to it?
Kanda suddenly had the image of the cat combing its own hair with a comb, checking it's self out in the mirror, winking as it liked what it saw. He bit his lip to contain the laughter. He distracted himself by noticing his arm ached; he looked at the cat's stomach area and raised an eyebrow at its size,
"You're one chunky cat, Jesus Christ what do you get fed?"
He smirked at the cats fluffy ears flattened against its head. Never before had Kanda seen such an expressive cat. Tim's eyes had narrowed and he sunk a claw into the teens shoulder, whiskers twitching in glee as the teen hissed,
"Oh we have a smart guy, I mean cat…"
He released his grip on the cat and felt his curiosity peak as the cat trotted of in the direction of the kitchen, following the cat he sighed as he realised he'd just fallen into the trap of feeding Tim. After placing the food into what he guessed to be Tim's food bowl the teen set himself the task of making himself a coffee.
"Do I make the moyashi a tea?"
To be honest, Kanda had just been voicing the question aloud to himself, not really expecting anyone else to answer. He heard a meow, a short one. A smile reached his lips as he looked at the cat that circled his ankles.
"We have this question and answer thing down"
He took out an extra cup and filled it with three sugars. He still didn't understand the concept of that many sugars. He filled the cup and went to the fridge to get the milk out, Tim following him. He opened the heavy doors of the fridge and was shocked at the amount of food the fridge held. How did that kid eat it all? He looked down towards Tim, almost as if he expected the cat to answer the question but found the cat pretty much inside the fridge. He reached down and pulled the cat back by the head,
"Oi. I doubt the shrimp wants you in there."
Tim sighed as he moved the vast amount of packages about, surely the cat could eat something. Kanda swore he'd just fed the cat but he didn't care to much, wasn't like it was his food. He settled on feeding the cat a couple slices of ham and rubbed his hands on his jeans, trying to rub away the ham residue. He pulled out the milk and, leaving the fridge open, went to fill the tea and coffee with milk. Once he'd placed the milk back in the fridge, pulling Tim out of it once again, he decided to do what he'd set out to do.
He rummaged through the kitchens cupboards and once he found what he'd been looking for he walked into the lounge. Now Kanda knew he'd been round this house enough times to know what rooms he'd been in, and he knew for a fact that he'd never been in his room. If he was acting on Tim's words, he'd believe that the moyashi was sleeping in his bed.
After poking his head through several doors he'd managed to figure out that the door next to the kitchens was the moyashi's bedroom. He quickly grabbed the whitette's tea and went to go through the door leading to said teens room when his brain asked a question that he just couldn't shake away,
'What does a tea with three sugars taste like?'
So he tried it. Then he instantly regretted it. He placed the cup on the nearest surface, a coffee table, and 'calmly' walked into the kitchen, spitting his mouths contents into the sink and taking the biggest sip of coffee he could manage. Disgusting. He failed to see how it was 'the good stuff' due to the fact it tasted like absolute crap. He scraped his tongue against his fore teeth, trying to erase the taste from his mouth as he headed towards the moyashi's room again. He picked the cup of crap back up and used his foot to 'gently' open the bedrooms door.
For a split second Kanda wondered why it was bitch black in his room when it was only five in the afternoon, he then noticed the drawn curtains and banished the stupid question from his head. He placed the cup on the whitette's bedside table and seta bout opening the curtains. With a flick of a wrist the room was flooded with light. Kanda sighed as he turned around and saw the pile on Allen's bed. He couldn't help but notice the large amount of white. White bed sheets, white pillows, white hair, pale complexion. Everything was white except for the purple-bluish bruise blossoming on his forehead. Kanda turned around to spare himself of the guilt looking at the bruise gave him; it was this action that caused him to notice the picture frame on the windowsill.
It wasn't that big a photo and Kanda didn't recognise anyone in it. It was of three people, a family photo by the looks of things. Two red heads and a dark brunette. He picked the frame up to get a better look at the image. The tallest man had hair that challenged the length of his own, same garish red as Lavi's. The man wasn't exactly trying to look happy, he had a lit cigarette gripped within his teeth as he displayed, what Kanda would assume to be, a sarcastic smile. The woman however looked genuinely happy; she had what looked like a bob but the thin ponytail that fell between her shoulder and neck told him otherwise. She had her arms around the neck of a young child who looked to be around nine. The kid had a brownish red mop of hair, pale blue eyes that were narrowed looking in the direction of the older male. Kanda couldn't help but notice the deep red scar that ran across the child's eye. Why would the moyashi have…
'My hairs in relatively bad shape and I'm not naturally this white so, they don't really care…'
He wasn't sure if it was the child's eye colour or the convenient flashback that helped Kanda realise; either way he had realised, it was Allen. The glary child in the photo was Allen. Kanda turned round and walked so he was in front of the moyashi's bed facing the back of said teens head. Does he wake the moyashi the same way he wakes Lavi every morning? Meh, why not.
He places his foot on the bed frame and quickly shoved all his weight onto the frame causing it to shake violently. Nothing. He felt his eyebrows crease, it always worked… all Allen had done was rollover to face the ceiling. Kanda felt something, shock; shoot through his body, giving him the feeling of light headedness. Along with the purple-bluish bruise to contrast the whiteness of the bed Kanda now noticed the deep red scar that adorned the younger teens face. He moved a bit closer to get a closer look. It was thicker than it had looked in the photo, around about four millimetres in width, how the hell did someone scar their face that bad?
Kanda realised that Allen must cover it over, they'd never noticed. Kanda wasn't sure what he felt, he looked at the moyashi's face a little longer. Smooth cheeks, slight podginess to them, long eyelashes a relatively normal looking nose, heart shaped chin. He came to the conclusion that the scar didn't look bad, in fact it looked better than he thought it would. He felt, what he guessed to be, Tim rub against his shins. He sighed to himself and pinched the moyashi's nose.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
Allen slapped the hand away as he sat up from the bed, groaning as the room spun with the action. He felt something tap his head and reached to stop the action, grabbing something surprisingly warm and human feeling his eyes shot open.
"Shit, room's bright. Close curtains."
"Oh hi, yeah, nice to see you too"
Kanda got up anyway and closed said curtains as asked. Once the room had gotten darker Allen seemed to release the grip on his head.
"What're you doin' here?"
Kanda let go of the box and yawned into his hand, Allen looked down to find a box of headache tablets on his lap,
"You went through my drawers?"
Kanda handed Allen his cup of tea once he'd seen the teen pop out two tablets, he took the box with his left hand and replaced it with the tea in his right,
"Oh yeah, sure, you're welcome. Tim helped too, can' take all the credit.-"
"Kanda watched to make sure Allen had taken the medication s well as finish of the tea,
"-Lenalee wanted to make sure you're alright-"
"-but you're here."
"Yes, because I'm the apparent guilty party." Kanda squatted to get level with the bruise, giving it a good look. Allen watched as his lips turned downwards into a frown, "Shit… my bad"
"No shit."
"You dizzy?"
"Slightly…"
"Headache though, right?"
"I didn't just take two headache tablets for the sake of it."
"Whoa. Rage infested moyashi."
Before Allen could open his mouth to retaliate Kanda took the empty mug from his hands. Allen threaded his hand through his hair and mumbled something about his eyes being heavy. He was duly aware that Kanda was watching him like a hawk and felt no shame in lying back down to go back to sleep. He heard the door opening slightly and felt a weight on his bed, he deduced that it was Tim and mumbled a small, very small, thank you. He wasn't too sure if the older teen heard him or not due to the fact that he had his eyes closed and could hear Kanda talking to, either himself, or someone else on the phone.
The next time Allen opened his eyes he was alone, the slight crack in the door told him Tim had left. He got up and was pleased when he felt no dizzy spell. He passed through the lounge into the kitchen and found Tim eating from his food bowl. Had he laid food down for the cat?
He felt even more bewildered when he spotted two, apparently washed, cups next to the sink. He rubbed at his eyes, yawned and went to the fridge. His hands rested on the handles of the large fringe but his eyes were focused on the note he didn't remember writing.
[Thanks so much for having me over Moyashi, I'll be sure to tell the others what a good host you are. Leaving your cat to let me in, falling asleep while I'm mid conversation, you score a 10/10 from me (^ᴗ^)
Not.
Seriously, what the fuck. I figured it was all for show, trying to get me in trouble. Knew you were bunking. Claim you were ill so you can sleep the whole day little shit. I went to the effort of making you a tea, the way you do, and may I just add it tasted like utter shit. I've fed your cat, hell; I even washed the cups out when you feel asleep. You owe me shrimp.
And yeah, I figured you'd notice the note if I put it on the fridge fat shit.]
Strongly enough, Allen felt no anger reading the note. He had the feeling it was written to be read in a humorous manner and even if it was meant to be insulting, Allen hadn't found it to be.
He did however; think a few things when reading the note.
1st – How the hell had he got in the house? How did a cat, Tim, let him in?
2nd – How many insults can you fit on a post it note?
And finally, 3rd – In order to have known how amazing the tea tasted he, Kanda, would've had to have tried his tea, meaning he drunk from the same cup Allen had, meaning… indirect kiss.
And with those thoughts, Allen stuck the post it note back onto the fridge and opened it, hoping the fridge would cool down his steadily heating face.