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Random Bouts of Insanity
The first thing Allen felt when he woke up was freezing cold. It was effin' cold. And the next sensation was of something very heavy weighing him down and surrounding him from all sides. There was also the sound of metal clinking against each other and the rustle of clothing. It didn't register a blip on his 'danger meter' in his sleep-muddled head and he ignored everything.
The next feeling did the trick though. Something cold and wet was running sensually up and down his neck making him moan in his sleep. He felt the collar of his pajama shirt being tugged downward, exposing his neck to the cold air.
"Wha-?" The white-haired boy turned over, stormy gray eyes fluttering opened, and stared into hard sapphire eyes. His hands reached out to touch the silky strands of dark blue that flowed like a river in his fingers. What was it? Inside, a nerve clicked and he yelped before stumbling off the bed and straight onto the floor. "K-Kanda! W-W-What are y-you doing in my bed?"
His mind remember yesterday's event very clearly and flushed so red that it was hard to discern his scar from the rest of his skin.
"Moyashi," Kanda whisper sultrily, stalking over to him. "I want you."
His heart beat at lightning speed as the older boy knelt down slowly and ran his finger across Allen's waist in a teasing manner.
"GO AWAY!" Allen shrieked, his silver bangs covering his frightened eyes. He did not want to be molested by a ghost.
The cursed boy raced to his closet. He dug through his clothing and threw them over his shoulder, searching for something frantically as the samurai got closer. "Where is it? Where is it?" His eyes brightened as he plucked a golden ball from the pile and pitched it directly at Kanda.
It hit the swordsman in the forehead before it unfurled wings and fluttered about in the air.
"Ow! What the fucking hell was that for, moyashi?" Kanda snarled with bright, lusty eyes. "You're going to pay dearly for that."
"Timcampy!" Allen commanded. "Disable him with a level three shield!"
The little fluttering thing opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth as it projected a cylinder of pure white light around the raven-haired man, stopping him in his tracks.
Allen let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.
"That… was close," he muttered, picking himself up. "Horny bastard; avoided. Woke up at 5 in the morning; a new record. Dignity; slightly broken. Virginity; maintained. Hmm… this would be a good day. Wouldn't you say so Tim?"
"Oi!" Kanda shouted, pounding on the white walls surrounding him. "What did you do?"
"Calm down, Bakanda." Allen headed toward the bathroom with his new school uniform. "You're just staying in there until your impulses fade which should be a couple of hours in that shield. It is for your own good."
"Get back here beansprout!" the older man snarled, delivering hard blows to the shields. "Turn off this shield now before I screw you so hard you won't be walking for weeks!"
"I can't hear you," Allen blushed and covered his ears.
"Don't you dare ignore me!"
"I'm not listening! Lalalalala…."
This continued on until Allen ran out of the house and headed off to school in a hurry to avoid the very… disturbing comments Kanda made on him. While he was walking, he was lost in thought. Why hadn't he exorcised Kanda yet? The ghost was already at the point where he couldn't control himself for a taste of human skin.
Usually after a ghost touched human skin, they thirsted for another taste and then another like an addiction. Pretty soon, if left uncared for, it would escalate to ghosts taking chunks off of living humans to eat. But since ghosts phase through things and humans, the insane need for physical contact would drive them to seek out the Millennium Earl (or vice versa, depending on who found who first) where they would be given a material body. The best course of action would then be to exorcise the newly formed 'akuma' but it was always better to exorcise ghosts before that since they tended to be less of a threat.
"Allen-chan!" Lavi lunged for said white-haired teen and hooked his arms around him in a hug.
"Good morning, Allen-kun," Lenalee smiled. Allen smiled back, his eyes doing a quick checkup on his two friends. They looked all right. Lenalee's right knee was bandaged and Lavi's head was wrapped up. By the way the two were limping, it seemed that their feet were also beat up too but they would heal in time.
"Good morning," he greeted. "How are you doing? Are you okay?" His silver eyes showed concern.
"A couple of bruises and a few cuts," Lavi waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing too big."
"We're worried about you too," Lenalee nodded, her violet eyes filled with doubt. "You suddenly ran off with saying anything when you helped us into the nurse's office. Is there anything wrong?"
"Nothing," Allen smiled gently. "I just had some things to take care of. I'm fine."
The bell rang and Lenalee departed from the two teens, waving good-bye and with the promise they would meet at lunch.
"Class, we have a test today and don't you dare complain!" the blond-haired teacher, Ms. Cloudnyne, snapped. "Just because we had an earthquake does not mean we can slack off on our studies."
Allen groaned, kicking himself in his mind. He didn't study for anything and looked at his test blankly. Every once in a while, he would come up with an answer and fill it in but otherwise he was gone and lost in his own thoughts. Allen's pencil tapped on the desk and he absentmindedly stared outside. The clouds walked through the skies lazily and a flock of pigeons was flying overhead.
The cursed teen shivered. Was it him or did the temperature just drop a few degrees? He looked around to see the other students deep in thought. None of them seemed to notice the temperature change. It was getting colder now and Allen's brain finally clicked as a familiar pair of arms dropped over his shoulders.
"Moyashi," the voice behind him hissed. "How dare you trap me in that cage and just leave."
"Eek!" Allen jumped in his seat, alerting the teacher in front.
"Walker-san?" Ms. Cloudnyne raised an eyebrow. "Do you need anything?"
"N-No!" he yelped, trying to keep the stutter out of his voice (and failing miserably). "Can I uh… go to the restroom please?"
"I'm sorry," she said, "Class is about to end and we're in the middle of a test so I cannot let you out. Perhaps you can wait?"
The white-haired child refused the urge to bang his head on the desk and focused on not moaning when he felt Kanda lick his ear. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and snapped his pencil in half.
"Kanda, go away," Allen begged as quietly as he could.
"No, after what you've done to me, you owe me," Kanda nibbled the boy's ear lobe.
"Allen-chan," Lavi hissed from his place next to him. His green eyes watched him oddly. "Are you alright?"
"Just fine," he mumbled, turning his silver eyes to the redhead but was forced back with Kanda's strong hands.
"Don't look at him," the raven-haired man whispered possessively.
"Are you sure, moyashi-kun?" Lavi asked quietly, worried for his odd friend.
Allen wanted to reassure his friend, to tell Lavi that he wasn't going insane but he felt a hand slide over his mouth, sealing his lips.
"Stay quiet, moyashi," Kanda glared at Lavi for daring to call Allen 'moyashi'. Only he was allowed to do that.
The sound of a sword being drawn out of its scabbard came behind him.
Allen winced and stared nervously at the clock. Five minutes left. Not enough time. The blade was directed at a certain redhead.
"Don't do that!" Allen shouted and stood up in his seat, knocking Kanda's arms off him. The teacher's and the entire class's attention was on him. Murmurs and odd stares swept through the crowd.
"Don't do what, Mr. Walker?" the blonde-haired woman asked, glaring at him. The white-haired teen blushed before sitting back down and mumbling an apology. He threw a glare at Kanda but the samurai's attention was turned to throwing daggers at an oblivious Lavi.
After class, Allen darted outside, avoiding Lavi and the probing questions he knew the redhead would have.
"Where are you going?" Kanda accused, grabbing a hold of his wrist.
"Eh?" the cursed boy looked around frantically before mentally slapping himself. They were in some isolated part of his school and if the look on Kanda's face indicated anything, Allen knew he was in deep shit. Curse his stupid sense of navigation and infallible bad luck.
Before the younger teen could do anything, he was painfully slammed against the wall and a pair of cold lips descended on his. Large hands pinned his shoulder and waist.
"S-Stop...ngh..." Allen mumbled, trying to push the swordsman off him. "How?"
"How what, moyashi?" Kanda asked, trailing his lips down Allen's collarbone.
"How did you… ah!-get passed Timcampy?" the white-haired child asked. "No one h-has gotten … mmh… passed a l-level three shield."
"That thing?" Kanda scoffed, tenderly licking the purple bite mark he had made the day before. "It was child's play."
Allen whimpered as he allowed his lips and neck receive the sweet abuse.
Why wasn't he doing anything? This was so wrong yet so right in his mind. A warm feeling bubbled in his stomach, one he never felt before. It was a funny feeling but it was one that made him feel as if he were flying. The warm feeling in his belly overrode any dread and trepidation he had. What was this weird feeling?
His stormy grey eyes widened. His mind finally clicked. He was in love.
He, Allen Walker, was in love with a ghost. And not only a ghost but Kanda Yu, the most cranky and irritable samurai ghost he had meant in his life.
This left him reeling and his brain processed the situation he was in.
"Go away," he whispered.
"No," was Kanda's ever-strong reply.
"I said go away!" Allen screamed, using all the strength he could muster and pushing himself away. He was angry and there was nothing that was going to stop him. "Stop playing with my feelings! It's the skin-to-skin contact, I get that but you need to leave me alone! I have feelings too and my own personal life! I cannot have you bothering me everyday like this. It is damn annoying and I don't like that fact that you only touch me when you feel like it! I hate that you toy with my emotions!"
"Moyashi-," the raven-haired man interrupted only to be cut off.
"No!" Allen shouted. "You listen here. I'll admit it. I like you." He laughed bitterly at Kanda's shocked face. "Yes, I like you… so just please, stop playing with me like I'm a toy!"
And with that he stormed off, his face a deep crimson and vaguely remembering that this scene was reminiscent with the one from yesterday.
Only, Kanda was wearing a look of mild shock and smug satisfaction this time.
Allen groaned, dreading going back to the house. It would mean facing the older teen and that was the last thing he wanted to do at this moment or any moment for that matter. He looked around the room. No one seemed to be present and he sighed in relief.
"I'm home," he announced cheerfully although he knew no one would hear him. He settled himself down at the kitchen table and finished his homework, always on the constant lookout for any horny ghost wanting to molest him. Allen stretched, popping his shoulders back in place and letting out another contented sigh.
He headed upstairs, carrying his backpack along with him. He ached to take a shower and now was full time to make use of his solitude. He was about to open his door when another one caught his eyes.
Despite being a mansion, the second floor only had two doors. One led to his room and another he supposed belonged to Kanda. Curiosity got the best of him as he wondered what Kanda's room would look like. Now was as good as time as any to sate his piqued curiosity. He dropped his bag and walked to the other door. Bracing himself, he knocked just in case the older man was in the room. Hearing no answer, he twisted the faded brass handle.
He peered into the dark room. The sharp scent of aged blood, must, and something else he couldn't name assaulted his senses and he coughed before making his way through the room. Tables were overturned and decorated the brown-stained wood. His shoes kicked up years of undisturbed dust and mold covered the wallpaper. Chairs were thrown carelessly this way and that, leaving fragments all over the floor. There was a decrepit four poster bed in one corner like the one in his room but the curtains of this one was ripped to shreds and the mattress was covered in a fine layer of dust.
"What is this place?" Allen murmured. He searched around the room.
A vanity was left in place where there was a large mirror and something glowed dimly was standing it.
What was this? His hands reached out to touch the item, an hourglass. He remembered Kanda telling him about the curse. There were twelve lotus petals on the bottom, pale pink and looked as if they were fresh yet wilted. One petal was left on the upper half of the glass, supporting itself almost effortlessly. It glimmered very faintly as if the barest of breaths would blow it out.
"Get out."
Allen's spine tingled as he tensed and he turned around. There was no one in the room and the door way was empty. A cold chill swept over him. He was very sure he heard something.
"Get out." The voice was there again. He had wondered if it was Kanda but the voice was definitely feminine and raspy.
"The mirror." The woman croaked, urging him to look into it.
The white-haired teen hesitantly turned to the vanity mirror, his eyes widening.
A woman's pale face was staring back. It was a ghost but one he had never seen before. It was barely visible, almost a whisper of a spirit. Only her eyes stood out. She didn't even feel cold to him nor was she as opaque as a normal specter. Allen strained to see the face of the woman.
"Stay away from him."
She was beautiful with sharp, dark blue eyes that stared at him dimly and long black hair covering her back. Her body was covered with a white kimono stained with blood that shone silver in the muted light. Her long, oval face was twisted with malice and her lips were pulled back in a sneer. It was a face that made his breath hitch and he wanted nothing more than to scream in terror. It was worse than the akuma he encountered. The woman wanted him to suffer slowly and painfully and he could see the evil behind her abnormally bright eyes.
He was afraid. There was no other word for the feeling that made his heart leap into his throat.
Her long, slender hands were suddenly on his shoulders, squeezing them tightly. Her nails dug through his shirt and into his skin in the mirror but he couldn't feel it.
Allen turned back to see nothing there but when he turned back to the mirror, he saw Kanda at the doorway. The woman was gone.
"What the hell are you doing, moyashi?" he growled.
"Kanda, did you see a woman in the mirror just now?" Allen asked meekly, trying to mask the fear.
"No." There was a slight quaver in the normal deep voice. "You're hallucinating, moyashi."
"Stay away from him."
Allen let out a cry and ran into Kanda, embracing the samurai tightly and burying his snow-white head in his chest.
"O-Oi! Beansprout!" Kanda automatically encircled his arms around the smaller boy out of habit. Surprisingly, he didn't feel the insane urge to ravish the boy right then and there like he usually did. Granted, it was still there but muted. "What the hell is happening to you?"
The tone was soft and caring, which was unlike the stoic man.
"N-Nothing," the exorcist laughed sheepishly and detached himself. "Let's go downstairs. I'm making dinner."
The older man knew something was wrong and cast a glance at the room. There was nothing out of place but something was off. Call it a feeling.
"Kanda, are you coming?" Allen tugged on the taller teen's coat. Kanda looked at the boy's silvery eyes. There was something there. It was... fear? Before he could make it out, the white-haired boy turned and pulled him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
The child did not provide an explanation as he stuck close to Kanda as if the ghost was his only lifeline.
"What's wrong, you stupid beansprout?" Kanda asked after Allen finished his dinner.
"Stop calling me that!" Allen snapped, mainly to distract the persistent ghost and avoid the question. "My name is Allen!"
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"You didn't answer my question," the older teen deadpanned.
"What if I don't want to, Bakanda?" Allen retorted. Kanda's eyes narrowed and in one swift motion he grasped Allen's wrist, pulled him from his seat, and pushed him to the ground.
"K-Kanda?" Allen whimpered. His arms were pinned above his head and his legs were trapped in between in Kanda's.
"Don't kid with me, moyashi," Kanda hissed, threatening. "You saw something in that room. What did you see?"
"Nothing," Allen replied blankly. "I saw nothing."
"Tell me!" Kanda demanded, his grip tightening on the cursed boy's hands.
Tears bubbled Allen's eyes but refused to spill.
"Please," he whispered. "Let me go."
Allen adverted his gaze but Kanda gently turned his face back. The beansprout was frightened of him.
He sighed and pulled the younger boy to his feet. His hands were still on the gloved ones as he pulled Allen into the bedroom.
"Get some sleep, moyashi," Kanda muttered as he allowed the shorter boy to change into his pajamas. He turned to leave but was stopped by a shriek of desperation and fingers gripping the back of his coat.
"Don't leave me," Allen blushed, turning his eyes downcast. "Please... stay with me?"
Kanda's eyes widened slightly at his look. It was a look of panic and terror.
He submitted and got on the other side of the bed, next to Allen. The smaller boy turned to face him, smiling brightly.
"Thank you, Kanda," he smiled, snuggling close to the samurai despite the cold aura that radiated off of him. "Good night."
The older man blushed as he felt the boy move closer toward him. The warmth that pulsed off the human like pleasant waves was delicious and he unconsciously moved closer too.
Allen fell asleep quickly so he didn't hear Kanda's next few words.
"I love you too, you idiot beansprout. Sleep well."
He adjusted himself to wrap his arm around the small body protectively and pulled the boy flushed against his chest.
Kanda smiled softly as he kissed the cursed mark over the boy's left eye. And this time, it was right.
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