Yay, I got sick and was finally able to post this chapter (super happy). I had it done a day ago but was unable to post due to school and real life kicking me in the gut. That and my angry depression but I decided I'm not going to let that get in the way of my dear Kini-san's baby(pets Apostle).
Warnings for this Chapter: LIME from our main pairing. Yes, you read correctly: Lime. A large chappie? (how is that a bad thing, isn't it a good thing?)..and well, Kanda's mouth…like always. Some spelling mistakes..which shall later be fixed...
Rating: M-yay! Finally! Kini-san's got the lemonade, anyone up for bringing the cookies?
Disclaimer: D.Gray-Man doesn't belong to either of us, it belongs to Hoshino Katsura-senseii. If it belonged to one of us, well, KandaxAllen would be CANON. And Lenalee would draw perverted doujinshis about them. Then we would probably be killed, courtesy of Kanda. I don't think he'll like us looking at his Moyashi.
So enjoy, and thank you all so much for your support. You make this little girl a very happy woman(?), and Kini-san a very happy overworked genius.
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Chapter VI-Suki dayo (1)
Allen Walker was having a bad day. A really bad one. Waking up at four O'clock at dawn only to empty out his stomach wasn't a good way to start the day. More so when later he was unable to fall asleep due to the incoherent thoughts that tormented his mind. Damn Kanda. Sure, the Japanese didn't have anything much to worry over the matter. He had come to see him very early on the morning, ruining the few minutes of the occasional small sleep that had been allowed, yanking him from the bed while arguing that it was still too early for him to be lazy because of his pregnancy and that he wasn't going to allow him to be a negligent mother towards his son. He had called him had a 'neglecting mother'? He had called him 'mother'? Damn stupid Kanda. It had only been a month since Komui had begun with this madness! And, even so, Kanda didn't seem to have any sort of patience neither with him nor with his morning nauseas. Damn, stupid and insensible Kanda.
Because he only took him to Komui's laboratory so that Allen could resume with the many treatments that he needed in order to be able to continue with this special mission. Treatment that, in fact, forced him to remain at the very least one hour there while they applied an intravenous into him with all those substances which he didn't really exactly know where about. The fact was that the guy simply left him as soon as he had put a foot inside that place to later occasionally appear the rest of the day to ask to him (very forcefully) if he felt well or if he wanted to throw up again. And it was that attitude the one thing that made him feel even more sick.
In addition, it was necessary for him to add the insistent presence of his forced bodyguard to all of this. Howard Link followed him wherever he went, even remained outside of the bathroom while he threw up. And he was very uncomfortable at having to share a room with him since for Allen it was very difficult to fall asleep. But, the truth was that Allen liked Link to a certain degree, since he knew that the man was only fulfilling his work; there wasn't any reason for him to be mad at the inspector (still and when the man could behave a little bit more amiable towards the exorcist). The bad thing was that Kanda seemed to behave even more cruelly towards him while the other man was around. Ya, as if it was his fault it had been assigned for him to be constantly watched. He knew that for Kanda being forced to spend time with him wasn't fun either, but he had at the very least hoped that the man wouldn't behave even worse then how he already did before. Allen definitely had to learn not expect for the impossible.
This day hadn't been any different. Everything he had eaten had gone directly down the drain. Why wasn't he able tolerate food anymore? With how much he liked to eat, now with just simply thinking about feeding himself Allen got dizzy. The worst thing was that because of that reason he felt extremely weak. His body didn't seem to understand that it no longer needed to maintain, not only the Innocence, but also the baby that was on its way. Today he was a lot more tired that usual, perhaps due to that horrible wake up call or because all those hours of lost sleep had added up and finally caught up with him. That was why he was on the verge of falling into unconsciousness in one of the armchairs of the library when he heard that someone was calling for him.
"Walker, wake up."
"Huh?" Blinking tiredly, he tried to focus on the face of the one that was speaking to him, still and when he knew that it was Link.
"You must go with the supervisor Lee. Inspector Lvellie has contacted and wants to speak with you."
Allen watched his surroundings, barely seeing how Johnny quickly scampered out of the place. He supposed that the messenger had been the scientist that who, when finally seeing him resting had not wanted to bother him. He was silently thankful for the gesture, although Link, like he knew he was, wasn't as considerate and the message had been immediately passed to him.
"Walker."
"Eh, yes." Allen rose with some difficulty from the armchair, leaving behind the book that he had removed to pretend to read.
He walked towards the exit, always being closely followed by the other man. This was the only thing he was lacking in order to be able to close this day with a finishing touch: to have to speak with Malcolm-C-Lvellie. Had it not been enough with the morning sickness, the hunger and the insomnia? Apparently not. While he marched past the corridors of the Order towards the scientific section he could feel several peculiar glances over him. Lavi was right: Allen was the subject of fashionable conversation in the headquarters and almost all of the finders seemed really interested in him. Although he wasn't sure if it was simply because of his pregnancy (that wasn't even the least bit noticeable yet, at least not physically) or if it was precisely because the one within him was Yu Kanda's son; the Japanese terror of the poor assistants of the exorcist.
But he didn't like the way that they looked at him. For some reason, it made him feel uncomfortable, even more than what he normally felt due to his strange physical aspect (his white hair, the scar in his left eye, the form of his parasitic Innocence). He had learned to live with that, at least here in the Black Order, the place that he considered his home. At least until now.
He stopped in front of the door that lead to Komui's office, staring at it as if he hadn't gone through that room numerous times before in the past four weeks. When noticing that Link was waiting for him to move he finally decided to open it after letting loose a slight sigh.
The supervisor was inside and, as usual, was surrounded by great amount of papers that Reever was insistently asking him to sign since there didn't seem to be any more room for the papers to fit in the desk. He blinked, there was too much movement for it to be already nearing twilight. So much that nobody seemed to notice the presence of the two that had just arrived.
"Ah, Allen-kun!" The English looked towards the back of the room to be met with Johnny, who was coming in with another batch of papers. He smiled amiably, making a small reverence.
"Good evening, Johnny-san."
"I've told you not to treat me with such an educated manner!" The scientist protested at him, leaving to side the load of papers to later remove a tape measurer from the folds of his clothes.
Allen felt cold sweat slide down his face
"For… what…?"
"I've been taking everyone's measurements for the new uniforms." The North American informed, with his eyes shining slightly, obtaining for a chill to run down the body of the exorcist. "Although I think that with you I'm going to have to wait for you to have your baby first. Even so… "
He was smiling. In quite a macabre way.
"But all the clothes that I have still fit me!" Allen exclaimed, with the obvious intention of delaying the inevitable as much as possible.
"Of course, of course. Stop harassing Allen-kun, Johnny-kun." They both looked towards the front, meeting with a happy looking Komui drinking coffee (and deep inside a really furious Reever). "Later on you will have time to make a lot of cute little clothes for him to wear and be unable to get bored."
Again: cold sweat. Only imagining what kind of outfits could come from Johnny and Tup's imagination gave him a lot of fright (although the first one worried him a lot more due to the glowing look he was giving him). Maternity clothes. He swallowed with difficulty. There was no way he was going to allow them to dress him like a woman, no matter what they said.
"Is it my imagination or you are thinner, Allen-kun? One assumes that you would have gained weight, not lost it. It will be better if I take you to the infirmary to have a revision done."
The English stared Komui, somewhat surprised by the sudden worried tone in the voice of the superior. He tilted his head, without knowing how to answer. He had no idea if what Komui had said was true, the only thing that he knew was that he was really hungry and that he wasn't able to eat normally anymore because of his morning sickness. He was going to ask the Chinese if there was some way to avoid the nauseas when he heard Link clearing his throat in a rather noticeable manner.
"Ah, right! Inspector Lvellie is calling you from a golem, Allen-kun." Komui smiled, completely erasing the serious gesture he had bore just moments ago. "Let's go."
He followed the supervisor towards the telephone, walking slowly, trying to delay having to speak with that person who didn't inspire any sort of confidence in him. Nevertheless, once in front of Komui's desk, he could do nothing more than to take the earpiece to listen to the inspector's rough voice.
"Good evening, Allen Walker."
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He ran out of the office of supervisor Komui Lee, fast enough to be able to lose inspector Howard Link in the process. He didn't want him anywhere near him. Did not want anyone near him.
Allen was gritting his teeth, completely furious. But, even so, he couldn't avoid those damn treacherous tears from trickling down his cheeks without being able to do anything to stop them. He rubbed his face using his right arm with force, soaking the sleeve slightly. At the very least he hadn't began to sob inside. Allen knew that he usually cried with facility for some reason that had not yet been explained. Although he didn't remember having ever cried before the age of seven, everything had started ever since he had met Mana and had realized that loving someone hurt so much. So much that it was enough to cry even when he had sworn to not feel anything for anybody.
He bit his lip. Remembering Mana had only obtained for the flow of tears to increase. Damn it. This was surely the work of those things that Lenalee had said Komui put in the serum that was administered to him every morning. But he couldn't throw all the blame on those strange substances. He was crying because that was what he was: a crybaby. Still and when this time the tears had been caused by the strong rage that he felt due to the words of inspector Lvellie.
Allen was doing absolutely everything possible in order to fulfill his mission. He didn't feel well, did not like to be in this position, was even more and more ill. But not once had he complained because he was an exorcist. And as exorcist he had to fulfill his missions. In addition, this mission would help him demonstrate that he wasn't a traitor. Komui had said it. Then, why? Why did Lvellie treat him that way? He was still under suspicions. As long as that boy was not born, he would not be considered part of the Order and would continue being a type of prisoner in this tower with barely even some liberties that didn't include being allowed to go to the forest and much less approaching the Ark. The man had insinuated that he would pay very dearly if his mission was not successful.
He stopped, tired from running so much. In addition, something horrible had passed through his mind. Allen did not love that baby. Simply did not feel anything towards him that wasn't outside an increasing resentment. It was his fault that he was suffering through this, wasn't it? Perhaps they would still continue considering him a traitor, but he could at least be able to train in peace, eat without the fear of throwing it all up later. The others wouldn't observe him in such a way, at least not for that reason. His friends wouldn't worry so much about him to the point of neglecting their obligations to go see him and make sure he was doing well. And they wouldn't have that gesture of preoccupation in their faces.
He shook his head with force. Once again biting his bottom lip. He could remember that, when he had been with Mana, he had said that he was going to be an excellent father. Had said that he would love his children very much and would always be there to be able to take care of them. Mana had caressed his head while letting loose a small laugh, completely convinced that he would be the best papa in the world only being surpassed by his dear adoptive father. But now he could only feel completely horrible for not being able to feel any sort of affection for that boy who grew inside of him. Because he was sure that even his mother had felt a small amount of love towards him before finding out that her baby had a deformed arm. He didn't feel any form of attachment to that being who was within him and for that reason alone he was detestable.
Once again he allowed the tears to flow without being able to stop them now. He couldn't blame Komui for this, not even Lvellie. Much less that innocent creature. Not even Kanda.
'Kanda?'
Why had that name suddenly appeared in his thoughts with so much force? He hadn't noticed that the Japanese was constantly in his thoughts every time he was in some sort of situation that made him feel abandoned. He wondered if it was because he knew that Kanda wouldn't have any kind of pity for him and would force him to stop crying because it was even more annoying having him close if he was sobbing. The man would yell at him and Allen would correspond him in the same way: yelling. Because when he fought with the other exorcist he tended to forget everything that could hurt him to be able to concentrate in answering Kanda. And that made him feel better.
He blinked, feeling strange.
Allen hadn't noticed that either, that Kanda bothered him even more when he was sad. He had always thought that Kanda was an insensible person (mean, stupid and insensible), but apparently he had a really good way to tell when Allen was depressed. Their other friends tried to cheer him up by showing him that they cared for him: Lavi effusively embracing him and Lenalee would try to console him with her words and amiable smiles. But Kanda bothered him, yelled at him, challenged him; had even given him that offensive nickname. The man didn't stop until the English had answered him in the same manner and the verbal attacks rose to the point of becoming physical. Then Lavi or Lenalee (or some other companion) had to intervene to make sure they didn't kill each other. But later he would feel more alleviated, as if a great weight had been lifted off of him.
Allen had never hated Kanda. He knew that what he felt for him was a great admiration due to his strength, abilities and personality. Kanda would never let anyone treat him like a child (as the majority did with him) nor allow for someone to put him in a situation similar to the one the English was in now. Although he wasn't ever going to admit that before Kanda either because it would be similar to giving the stupid idiot ponytail an excellent excuse to mess with him even more.
But right now he needed him. He needed the damn Japanese so he could scold him for crying like a little girl, so that he would insult him and then Allen would be forced to rudely answer him back. Because Kanda was the only one that could eliminate the strong pressure he felt on his chest. He tightly closed his eyes, feeling the tears abundantly trickling down his cheeks.
'Kanda…'
"Moyashi?"
He was visibly frightened. Quickly turned his face around only to be met with the Eastern one as he stared at him in surprise. Apparently Kanda was also surprised at meeting Allen in this situation, just when the white haired boy had whispered his name with so much yearning. He felt himself blushing.
"Why you are crying?"
He was surprised again, realizing that he hadn't cleaned his face before turning around to look at Kanda. He rubbed his face with force, almost hurting himself. Now he was even more ashamed than before, that Kanda had found him just like this, while he cried. There were only suppose to be insults and mocking words.
"I asked you something, stupid."
"I'm not crying!" He immediately lied, although his soaked cheeks contradicted him.
He felt as if Kanda was staring at him with incredulity, because he didn't answer him right away. He cleaned the tears again, although more softly, doing everything possible to be able to avoid any visual contact with his exorcist companion. Although he couldn't avoid raising his head, already desperate by the silence. He saw that Kanda was observing his surroundings.
"Where did you leave that stalker?"
"Link-san? Ah." He tried to come up with some sort of excuse, but nothing credible was coming to him.
"I don't know… I only ran until I lost sight of him."
Perfect, at least he hadn't lied.
"Good."
Of all the things that could have happen, never had he imagined that Kanda would take him by the hand and force him to walk next to him. His eyes widened, almost loosing his balance at how he could remember Kanda doing something very similar to this a month ago. Perhaps he intended to go out to town again? He couldn't allow that, it was already too much being consider a traitor just because they said so. He wasn't going to give them any more arguments that they could use against him.
"I don't have permission to leave the Order, Bakanda!"
"Don't yell, stupid Moyashi." The Japanese said to him, still gripping Allen's hand in between his own. "You won't leave the tower, so shut up."
Allen blinked, although he no longer complained. There was something different in this situation. This time Kanda hadn't roughly grabbed him by the wrist; but had interlaced his hand with Allen's own, holding it with firmness yet gently at the same time. Again, he blushed without being able to take off his gaze from the union of their hands. He smiled slightly. Perhaps Kanda was treating him nicer because the inspector wasn't near them and wanted to show him that he worried about Allen although it was only because of the bond that they both shared now thanks to the mission. He knew that it was a stupidity and that that the Japanese would surely deny it later, but he preferred to remain with that conclusion for now.
So concentrated on his thoughts he was that he almost bumped against Kanda's body when the man stopped. He felt a little disappointed when the other exorcist dropped his hand, but immediately forgot about that when he realized where they were. Right in front of Yu Kanda's room. He swallowed, carefully staring at that door while the dark haired one opened it, with so much attention that he didn't notice that the other was calling him.
"Are you going to come in or not?"
"Eh? Yes!"
"Che. Stupid idiot".
He made a small pout, walking through the door leading to Kanda's room. He could only remember having seen it once, when he had gotten lost as he looked for his own room. He didn't know why the door was open and hadn't really observed it with as much curiosity as he did now. It was dismal and he empty. At least that was the first thing that crossed through Allen's mind as he went farther into the place. It was also very simple, only had a bed and a small table to the bottom of the left. On the table was a species of some sort of sand clock, although the English didn't pay much attention to that because the window was the one thing that stood out the most there. He supposed that it was the only light source that Kanda had in the morning. It was enormous, quite beautiful, but it had some cracks in the glass that appeared to be quite old.
"Why you don't you ask Komui-san to send someone to fix the window, Kanda?" He asked, tone of voice quite innocent, as if he only wanted to initiate a conversation.
But Kanda didn't answer, only remained on staring at him in silence. Allen began to feel nervous.
"Kanda?"
"Stay here, Moyashi. Don't open up for anyone."
"H-here?" The English looked at his surroundings. Gloomy. Very gloomy. Although he couldn't protest any more because the other had already opened the door, ready to leave. "Wait, Bakanda!"
Then it wasn't only Komui who was used to leaving him with his words in his mouth. He snorted, somewhat angry at being vilely left by the idiotic Kanda. He sat down on the bed, raising his gaze to be able to observe everything from that perspective. Yes, the window would definitively look better if it wasn't broken. Although this time he fixed his eyes on the small table residing farther into the room. That sand clock that contrasted with the emptiness of the room. He rose to be able to approach it with slowness.
When he was sufficiently near it he could see the slight brightness that seemed to emanate from the ornament. He paid more attention. It was a flower. A pink flower floating within the sand clock. There were three withered petals at the bottom, but the flower seemed robust still and full of life. He brushed the ends of his fingers over the crystal, noticing that it gave off a strange tepidity that caused his eyes to widen with greater interest. Kneeling down in front of the small table, his right hand continued to caress that glass figure. It fascinated him for some reason, attracted him to it. He could even see how he was reflected in that crystal. Reflection. That reflection.
"Stop snooping around, Moyashi."
He let out a small scream of surprise, ending up on the floor due to the scare. Luckily he had fallen backwards and had not put in any danger the only adornment that was in that room. How long had he been observing that strange clock?
"Don't do that, Bakanda! You should have at least knocked before coming in!"
"Che. It's my room, I can come in whenever I want to."
Allen remained silent. The Japanese was right. He looked towards another side, ashamed.
Although a couple of seconds later he smelt something delicious in the air and completely forgot about the shame at once. Kanda had brought a tray with food. Soba, to be exact. He could feel his stomach grumbling, protesting the lack of attention he had given it during the last couple of days. Nevertheless, he remembered that perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to feed himself. Not if he was later going to end up in the bathroom vomiting everything back out after eating. He bit his lip, annoyed.
"Sit on the bed. You'll have to make due with this."
"I'm not going to eat." Allen whispered, heavily rising from the floor. "I don't want to spend the following hour in the bathroom."
"Che. You're going to eat or you'll pay for it dearly, stupid."
The English stared at him, somewhat surprised by that threat. That's why he didn't move even a little despite how Kanda could have left the tray on top of the bed. Nevertheless, his stomach didn't leave him alone, reason as to why he decided to go towards where the other exorcist was in slow cadence. In the end he had ended up doing what the other had told him to do: sitting down on the bed so that the other could place the tray in front of him.
"You throw up because you don't know how to properly nourish yourself in your state." The dark haired one began, obtaining for Allen to look at him with surprise again. "You stuff yourself with all types of food and that's why you feel sick later afterwards. So from now on you'll only eat soba without any condiments so that your body can recover little by little."
He stared at the plate. The truth was it didn't look as appetizing as how he was used to eating it, even if it still smelled delicious. Although it continued being Jeryy's food after all. In addition, Kanda had been the one who had brought it for him. For him, only for him. He took the small chopsticks and began to eat.
It suited him wonderfully, he could feel as his stomach accepted the food and that made him relax completely. He wanted to begin eating quickly, but Kanda stopped him.
"Slow, Moyashi. You have to eat slowly from now on so that it doesn't make you feel sick. You'll see how later you'll be able stuff yourself with all the food you want like you usually do, but from now on you'll have settle with this only."
Kanda was speaking, but the truth was that he could only continue to stare at him, captivated.
"Why are you doing this?" He said, in a low voice, mixing the few vermicelli that he had left with the small pair of chopsticks.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Allen noticed that Kanda was fixedly observing his stomach. He felt himself blushing without being able to avoid it.
Oh. Right, Kanda was being forced to take care of him. Everything because of the mission. For that boy. He gritted his teeth. That feeling again. Wait, did he feel bad because Kanda was only paying attention to him because of his pregnancy? That was…?
'… jealousy?'
His eyes widened. It was a stupidity. But, well, he felt specially stupid today. He held the chopsticks with so much force it seemed as if they would break in half at any moment.
"Here, Moyashi."
Allen lifted his gaze again. He hadn't noticed that Kanda had taken the tray and had left it next to the door. He had barely felt when the man had taken the chopsticks away from his hand, because he could only stare at what Kanda was offering him. It was tea.
"It has a lot of sugar. You need it."
"With milk?" He asked as he saw the color of the drink when taking the Japanese style cup with both hands.
"Yes, or can't you tell? You also need to drink it in large amounts."
He smiled in an infantile manner. Allen knew that the other only saw him as a child but that didn't matter to him. He was on the verge of embracing the little cup of tea with milk when he saw Kanda sitting down next to his side, also with a steamy cup of which he drank from with small sips. He felt a strange sort of warmth in his whole body and was sure that it wasn't only because of the hot drink.
"You have investigated much from what I can see."
"Che. I have to, because you're probably too stupid you haven't even wanted to consider it yourself."
He continued to smile in spite of the insult. Was watching Kanda with great interest. Surely this was a dream, he had never imagined that he would see the heartless samurai near him without trying to kill him. It no longer mattered to him if he was only like this because of that baby, only wanted to continue like this with Kanda even if it was only for a couple of more minutes.
"From what I've seen you can't stand it when people touch you, eh, Moyashi?"
"Huh? Why do you say that?" He exclaimed, a little bit surprised by the subject that Kanda had brought up to collation.
"Because it looks as if you flee from the physical contact of the stupid rabbit and that woman now." Kanda said, completely serious while he continued drinking from his tea.
He let out a small laugh.
"The truth is that I've never liked being embraced that much." He confessed, now with his eyes set on his cup, circularly moving it in a sort of distracted manner. "But I suppose it's fine if Lavi and Lenalee like to."
He heard Kanda let out a snort. "You're so stupid. If you don' t like it when they manhandle you then you should tell them not do it."
"I suppose you're right. I should tell them." He laughed softly, without any spirit. Allen knew that he wouldn't do it. Although ever since a month ago he had felt more and more uncomfortable with the physical contact it wasn't going to stop anyone from continuing to express their affection towards him by means of hugs. If that made them feel more calm and wouldn't make them worry more, then he was prepared to bear it.
Another snort on the part of the older of the two and Allen could only turn to look at him once again.
"Our son has it fucked with two parents who can't stand it when they're touched."
'Ours…?'
He was on the verge of spitting out the tea that he had in his mouth, but was able to prevent that from happening without caring about the knot that he could feel in his throat. He couldn't articulate any coherent words before that oration. It hadn't been pretty and had many obscenities in it by all means, but they had surprised him. Kanda referred to that boy as if it was his and Allen's? Since when had he thought of it that way?
"What's wrong, Moyashi?" He heard him ask, reason why he tried to clear his throat to be able to answer.
"You… consider this baby as yours." He whispered, still with his glance lost in the floor.
"Of course, idiot. Is it not?" There was a pause in which Allen wasn't able to do anything else but remain quiet, wishing he could think of something so that he would be able to answer Kanda, who was looking closer and closer to seeming desperate. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't cry, damn it!"
Allen hadn't noticed when the tears had come back, although this time in a less noticeable way. He wiped them off with the back of his hand while he continued to look down at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize for that, stupid, just stop doing it already."
The older one clicked his tongue, angry. But Allen could only loose himself in his thoughts. He had never talked about that boy as his. When he thought about him, he did it in the most impersonal way that he possibly could, as if with that the weight would somehow become more bearable. Nevertheless, now Kanda came and spoke of that boy as 'ours', including the English in the package as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Does it mean that you want him? That is to say, you want this child?"
There was another silence, that was only interrupted by the sound of the tea with which the English had decided to return to play with, shaking it. He was very nervous, could barely even breathe. Again it was happening to him just like that one time when they taken him to meet his mission partner.
"The first-born son is very important in Japanese society."
"That doesn't answer my question." Allen tightened his lips, beginning to get upset by the evasiveness of the Japanese. He closed his eyes before continuing. "If you want a son you could have simply impregnated any woman. You wouldn't have to bear this with me."
He had stopped playing with the tea to drink what was left of it. The sugar that still hadn't dissolved and remained at the bottom invading his gustatory papilla's and causing him to tremble. Kanda had prepared him the tea with a lot of sugar. It was surely the first time he had sweetened something and that's why it had probably ended up like that. But it didn't matter. He had liked the flavor although it was going to be the only time he would be able to taste it, because he was sure that this gesture wouldn't come back to repeat itself again. Less if he continued interrogating the samurai in such a way.
He was waiting for Kanda to get up and force him to leave. For him to throw him out of his room and yell at him to never come back again and that he would kill him if he said anything of what he had done for him. Allen couldn't see what the other was doing because he didn't dare to look, although with the additional weight he could still feel on the bed he knew that the other exorcist hadn't moved at all. He swallowed with difficulty. Why did he feel the desire to cry again? Now it really had to be fault of those things that Komui had put in him for sure. He frowned, already completely annoyed by the silence. Nevertheless, just when he was getting ready to speak, Kanda's serious voice resonated in the room:
"It's because that boy isn't just anyone's; it's because he's yours. That's why I care about him, you damn imbecile."
'What…?'
He was on the verge of chocking on his own spit, thinking that he had completely misunderstood and heard those words incorrectly.
"Kanda?"
Finally the other decided to look at him. No, to analyze him with his gaze. Kanda was staring at the floor just like Allen had been doing all these time. But now there was something which he had never before seen in the Japanese: he was flushing. Not as showy as the blush that he himself had, but it was there. That pink color in the cheeks of the most feared exorcist of all the Order.
"… Kanda?" He called him again, fearing waking up at any time only to be met with the fact that this had all been a dream or an illusion. Or, simply, that he had wrongly interpreted the other's words. Yes, surely it was that.
So concentrated on his thoughts he was that he didn't notice when Kanda had moved from his side on the bed.
He dropped the cup from his hands, which became pieces in the ground.
It had been something he hadn't been able to avoid: as soon as Kanda had grabbed him by his shoulders, his body had stopped responding. Allen's eyes had opened wide with surprise when he felt the lips of the older of the two over his own. He kissed him. Yu Kanda was kissing him. It was a superficial, soft contact, a little clumsy. It had been only a couple of seconds, although for him time had stopped existing the moment in which his skin had made contact with the other's own. He ended up closing his eyes, finally relaxing.
Soon, Kanda moved away from him, separating himself completely from his body. He remained standing up, looking towards the wall, avoiding at all costs the glance of youngest of the exorcists. Although Allen had his gaze fixed in the infinite, trying to process what had just happened. Kanda was supposed to be a damn bastard with a frozen heart, not someone who would kiss somebody in such a sweet manner. And less to somebody like Allen, who he said to hate whenever he saw him.
He blinked. Brushing two fingers against his lips, verifying that they were in fact humid with saliva that was not his own. It had really happened. Kanda had really kissed him.
"Kanda." The white haired one called, but he was interrupted by the alluded one, who had begun to speak very quickly:
"You have a damn tragic hero complex. You're an exasperating crybaby because you cry about absolutely everything, even for the Akumas that you kill. You are the fantasy of more than one in the Order and you don't even know of it because you're too ingenuous to know when somebody looks at you with bad intentions. You allowed Komui to do this to you and you're just beginning to complain about your discomforts when you should have done so from the very beginning. You're a complete idiot, imbecile, stupid; too sensible, too amiable and too soft. In addition you have a such a tuneful melodious voice that it makes sick. Damn it, Moyashi!"
Allen slightly opened his mouth when listening to the long list of things that Kanda was saying to him. Or it seemed that he was speaking to him, even and still when the samurai continued to fix his glance towards the wall with a gesture of complete fury. He didn't know that Kanda thought those things of him, although he could remember having heard some of them a month ago, when the Japanese had taken him to town against his will. He hadn't noticed if he had been blushing that time, but right now the older boy's cheeks were fairly flushed with a dark red tint in spite of the anger reflected in his factions.
"And you're so revoltingly sentimental that you probably feel bad because I stole your first kiss."
"What?" An eyebrow was raised, without being able to avoid a mocking faint smile from playing on his lips. "Why do you think that was my first kiss?"
"It wasn't?"
Kanda was finally looking at him, with a expression of complete incredulity and without a sign of that blush anymore, something that discouraged him the smallest of bits.
"Not exactly… "
It was the truth. After all, Road Kamelot had had that 'privilege' when kissing him when he had lowered his guard. But that stolen kiss didn't compare at all with what Kanda had given him. It hadn't caused his heart to beat as fast it was doing right now. He brought a hand up to his chest, blushing slightly when feeling it.
"Who was it?"
"Ein?" He turned to look at Kanda again, who seemed to give off a malignant aura. He blinked, a little bit surprised. "Ah, nobody important."
"If it's not important, then you can tell me."
"It was Road." Finally he answered, as if it was nothing of importance. In fact that didn't worry him too much, unlike what Kanda could have been saying, he didn't consider the least bit important a kiss that had been more like undergoing a humiliation for not having paid better attention to his surroundings.
"Road? A Noah?"
"Eh, yes." A silence began, something that caused Allen to begin to look towards all sides, as if trying to find out about the why of the sudden atmosphere change. Later he noticed how Kanda practically had the word 'kill' clearly written all over his face. He began to coldly sweat.
"Kanda?"
"What?!" Yes, indeed he had answered him with great infuriation in his words, which in turn made him tremble.
"Nothing!" Allen said immediately, shrinking back in the bed. He had forgotten about the fear that Kanda invoked in him whenever the man got upset. But he calmed down when he heard him sigh seconds later to sit down once again at his side. He turned around to face towards the Japanese, whose elbows were being supported on his legs, as if he was thinking deeply about something. He smiled sweetly without being able to avoid it.
"Don't worry about that, Bakanda. That was not nothing compared with what you…" He paused. Wait a moment, what was happening? The two hated each other, right? Allen thought that Kanda was hateful, bitter and too proud. Kanda also must have his opinions on Allen, including the adjectives 'crybaby, imbecile and dwarf' among others less educated ones. And now here they were, in the older exorcist's room, talking of Allen's first kiss as if they were something more than mission partners.
He frenetically shook his head, trying to bring down the blush on his cheeks, reason why he hadn't seen that Kanda was observing him with small (an almost imperceptible) smile on his lips. It was only until Kanda approached him the sufficient enough amount to grab his arms and whisper near his ear.
"Suki dayo, Moyashi."
That had been, Japanese? The only thing that he had understood was the offensive nickname which Kanda used when referring to him. Although, for some reason, his heart was beating much more quickly with the feeling of Kanda's warm breath so near him, still and when he didn't know what he had meant to say to him.
"What does that mea-…?"
Kanda didn't allow him a chance to ask, once again kissing him while he surrounded him with his arms. He closed his eyes to be able to enjoy it again. Could feel the older ones tongue grazing against his lips with insistence. Allen didn't know how to act before that, reason why the only thing he did was slightly part his mouth open to let him enter. He was compensated with the feeling of Kanda's tongue meeting with his own. He allowed a sound of satisfaction to slip past his lips due to the sensation while he tried to imitate the movements that the other exorcist did within his mouth. He also ended up embracing him, fingers tightening around the fabric of the white shirt the Japanese was wearing. As if trying to transmit even if it was only a little bit of the warmth that was invading his body due to what the dark haired man was doing to him.
When Kanda finally allowed him to pull away he could see a thin thread of saliva that united their mouths disappear. He reddened again, breathing anxiously because of the lack of air. He didn't know how long that had lasted, but he would have wished it had never ended. Timidly staring at Kanda, he realized that he was also breathing with certain difficulty.
"Blegh. You taste too sweet, Moyashi." An infantile gesture of pure disgust was written on his face as Kanda suddenly let out those words.
The English widely opened his eyes, later allowing an amused little laugh to escape his mouth.
"That's your fault, Bakanda. It wasn't necessary for you to sweeten the tea with that many spoonfuls of sugar."
He continued to laugh with even more force when seeing the face the other had put. Until he could almost swear that the great Yu Kanda was embarrassed about what he had said.
"Whatever, I'm terrible when making those type of things. And besides, you supposedly like candies, no?"
"I suppose." He smiled gladly.
"And it was necessary for you to get your energy back, or don't you feel better now?"
"Of course I feel better!" He exclaimed, still with so much happiness, although he wasn't sure if it were because of all the sugar in his drink or the kiss that they had shared.
"I'm…glad." Kanda murmured through his teeth, looking towards the wall.
No, it was definitively because of the second.
"But," He remained in silence, as if carefully analyzed things with care. "what did those words you said to me mean?"
"Che. Idiot, can't you figure it out by yourself?" Asked the Japanese, incredulous, although when seeing that the English couldn't comprehend it he let out a s scoff. "You really are a complete imbecile, Moyashi."
"Don't call me that, Bakanda!"
"Che"
The samurai continued shaking his head while the owner of the white locks tilted his head, confused.
"You know that this is a sin, don't you?"
"Sin?"
Allen blinked, without knowing exactly what Kanda talked about, who was staring at him with seriousness. In the end, the older one ended up sighing, as if surrendering before the slowness of his companion. The white haired one opened his mouth to protest.
"To like somebody isn't a sin!" He exclaimed, in quite a loud voice, with a gathered frown.
"Like?" Asked Kanda, raising an eyebrow, obtaining for the younger one get remarkably nervous.
"Y-yes, didn't-didn't you kiss me because you like me? For carrying your son and that…" He stuttered, avoiding the samurai's gaze. Right, he wasn't sure if Kanda really felt something like that for him. Perhaps kisses meant something else, he didn't know, didn't have much experience with that type of things (really he had none). When Road had kissed him, Tyki Mikk had commented that he hadn't know Allen liked the Noah that much. Even so, he didn't know very well to what exactly he had referred to.
"Look at me, Moyashi."
He lifted his face to be met with Kanda's dark eyes observing him with great length.
"Little idiot."
A kiss. Soon another one and more. More deeper. Kanda's hands had begun to move also, caressing his back while they embraced him. Allen corresponded as best as he could, clumsily, but without wanting to stay behind. He had said that he had never liked it when people touched to him, because, usually, people did it to be able to hurt him when he had been younger. The owner of the circus where he worked at constantly struck him for his mistakes and the other children didn't approach him unless it was beat him because of the fear that his left arm caused them. It went on like that until he had met Mana that he realized physical contact could also be pleasant. And now Kanda, he…
He moaned between the lips of the other exorcist, opening his eyes with surprise at the sound that he himself had emitted when feeling Kanda's caresses on his chest. That was the noise that the women who slept with his Master tended to do. Frightened at little at that, he tried to pull away.
"This is a sin, Moyashi." Kanda whispered close to his ear, who had apparently noticed the younger boys sudden necessity to move away from him. He had Allen laying on the bed and this one couldn't understand how he had ended up in that position, like this, underneath the body of the skilled swordsman.
He was breathing anxiously, completely red. And although he had been surprised by the unknown sensation, he wanted them to be repeated. It didn't matter to him if they were a sin and one went away to hell for them. He only wanted to feel Kanda's hands over him again, his lips, his tongue. Apparently the older one understood the English wanton glance because he smiled with maliciousness, moving his right hand over the boy's torso. The man found what he was looking for, softly pinching with two of his fingers one of his nipples over the fabric of the shirt. Allen moaned again, slightly arching his back.
"Kan-da."
"Do you know something? During pregnancy the nipples are more sensible to tact. It can be quite annoying, even painful, but it's also possible to enjoy it if you know how to touch them."
The crimson tone invaded his face again, although he couldn't turn his eyes away from those of the other exorcist. He had never thought he would ever hear him say something to him like that when he was assumed to be a cold type of person without any feelings. No, never would have he imagined that Kanda would speak of something like that, with that gaze that was not at all common in him. Another malicious smile on part of the Japanese just before he continued to kiss him, drowning the slight complaints that spilled past his lips when he felt Kanda's fingers still on that point that made him feel so much pleasure. Soon the dark haired man pulled away to sensually lick at his lips.
"You're all red, Moyashi." Kanda mocked, his face very close to Allen's own.
"Sh-shut up." He said, somewhat annoyed in spite of his slight panting.
"Che."
Kanda had begun to slowly undo the buttons of the white haired boys shirt with one of his hands. Allen trembled a little when he felt the cold air against his hot skin as more of it was being left uncovered. Again he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. His Master Cross did these things with women. He used them for only one night and then threw them away as soon as he was done with them. Although they tended to come back. Interrogating Allen about the whereabouts of his teacher, explaining to him with a luxury of details all the things that he had done to them that had left them so enchanted and satisfied. That plus the live demonstrations had caused him an aversion of sorts for everything that had to do with sex.
Or perhaps it was that he had never given them a chance.
That was what he was dwelling on until Kanda brushed his fingers against his nipples, causing a profound moan to pass through his lips. This time the contact had been directly against his skin and the sensation had been a lot more stronger then before. He parted his lips, to later fix his glance on the Japanese again. But the other exorcist seemed more interested in continuing caressing him again with his hands, since he had lower one of them towards the youngest ones stomach, hardly using his fingers, obtaining for him to feel small electrical charges that prevented him from staying quiet.
But it was when Kanda completely placed the palm of his hand on Allen's abdomen that the Japanese vigilantly stared at him. The English blinked, surprised by that action.
"This stomach won't be so flat and plain for much longer, Moyashi." The dark eyed man suddenly said, attaining Allen's complete attention with that. "Here is a boy who is growing that needs us to both, but he's alive only thanks to you. So stop with your depressing stupidities and start living for him too. The Commanders and the Black Order can fuck themselves, you don't need to worry about them. Because now you have me."
Allen looked up at him from the position he was on; laying in the others bed, shirt opened and with a man on top of him. He half-closed his eyes, on the verge of pinching himself because he couldn't believe those words. But he preferred not to do it. Only smiled sweetly, wrapping his arms around his mission partner's neck, bringing him closer towards himself, for the first time, initiating a kiss. Soft, very soft, and even so Kanda allowed him to enter his mouth. It was different and he enjoyed being allowed to take control. Although the taste of it didn't last too long, since the Japanese quickly pulled away from him. Gazes meeting again without saying anything.
"All of this only for that pretentious commentary, Kanda?" Asked Allen, breaking the silence with a faint sarcastic smile that tried to conceal the fact that those words had affected him so much.
"No." The older smiled crookedly . "It was really for this."
He let out a small yelp when he felt Kanda's tongue over one of his nipples, him shuddering at the action. Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he remembered that they were still in the Order and that anyone could heard them if they tried. He tightly closed his eyes, still shaking from the pleasure that the other was giving him when he began to slide that humid extension down his chest, briefly brushing over a nipple with such a deliberate slowness that it was beginning to desperate him. He ended up holding onto the dark haired one's head with force, urging him to continue with what he was doing.
Swallowing again, he allowed himself to relax when the Japanese separated his mouth away from his skin. He was licking his lips and had a look on his face that Allen had never once seen before on anyone else before
"Get up."
Allen stared at him, a little bit surprised by the request, but he obeyed as best as he could while he felt small tremors running down his body due to the heat that he could still feel. He sat down in front of Kanda, who had leaned his back against the wall that the bed was pushed up against. The English could only blink with curiosity. -
"Touch me, Moyashi."
"Touch…?" He had never blushed this much in his life, of that he was sure of. Kanda had undone his trousers, freeing his completely erect male. Allen quickly turned his gaze away, evidently embarrassed, beginning to worry that he had gotten himself into a situation of which he really knew nothing about. In addition, hearing Kanda's deep laughter only worsened the damn blush that was invading his whole body.
"You don't have to look if you're that embarrassed, Moyashi. But don't think I'll let you go just because you're acting like a scared little baby."
"Could you shut up?" He murmured, annoying and embarrassed by Kanda's words.
Nevertheless, he approached the other, who welcomed him with a malicious smile. He knelt down in front of him, something that Kanda took advantage of by wrapping his arms around Allen's waist, bringing him closer to his body. The English leaned against one of the older exorcist's shoulder with his left arm, still without deciding if he could actually do something like what Kanda just asked of him. But apparently the dark haired man wasn't going to allow him to have any doubts, because he grabbed the youngest free hand to guide it directly where he wanted it to be.
He trembled slightly, trying to resist but not with enough sufficient force. Because, although he refused to accept it, he wanted to continue feeling all that. His unconscious desire was fulfilled when he grazed Kanda's member with his fingertips. He heard him swallow, something that made him smile with satisfaction. Right, it was him who was causing Kanda to feel like this. In the end he decided to touch him completely, achieving a moan to spill past the older ones lips at the action. He allowed Kanda's hand to guide his own while he go used to the new sensation of what he was doing. Knowing that he was making his companion feel so much pleasure causing his own body to crave for attention.
Kanda seemed to understand his pleas, because he touched him as much as he could, once again pressing his lips against his own with profoundness. Allen could feel how the older ones hand over his own was asking him to move faster. So he satisfied him, slightly tightening his fingers around him, sliding his hand down more swiftly. The Japanese pulled away from his lips, letting out a deep grunt. Allen smiled again. He would have never imagined that giving someone pleasure could make him feel this good, perhaps that was why his teacher was so attracted to these things. That's why he neared his face closer to Kanda's own, his lips demanding attention, placing light kisses over the older boy's parted mouth.
"Nhn, Moyashi."
He masturbated him even faster, without noticing that Kanda's hand had long ago pulled away from him and was now being completely embraced by the dark haired man. But his concentration was broken when Kanda's mouth caught one of his nipples again, brushing his tongue against it, sucking slightly. Allen emitted a sound of surprise, leaning against the older of two, who apparently was refusing to let go of him so that he could continue pleasuring him with his hand. He wrapped his left arm around the samurai's neck, ending up leaning his chin against the other's head, trying to drown out his moans that threatened to increase in volume even more whenever he felt that tongue over his sensible skin.
Just when he was beginning to feel slight tremors running through the older ones body, the other pulled himself away from him, although he could feel his warm breath grazing his now humid chest due to the saliva.
"They're really hard, Moyashi." He said, slightly out of breath since Allen's hand still continued moving over him. The smaller one could only swallow, burying his blushing face in one of Kanda's shoulders now that could.
But Kanda soon pulled away from Allen completely, causing the youngest exorcist to emit a small moan of protest. He wanted to continue touching Kanda, continue giving him that pleasure that put him at his level. Although somehow or another he once again ended up laying on the bed, anxiously breathing, with a couple of locks of hair sticking to his face due the sweat in spite of the ruling cold of the room. He had his glance fixed on the skilled swordsman, who had untied his ponytail to allow his hair to fall freely.
The other approached him, gently kissing him on the lips. Although that chaste gesture was quickly forgotten when he felt one of the Kanda's hands settling in between his legs. He groaned with force, turning his face to the side, escaping those insistent dark eyes. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stop any more of those sounds that could expose them from leaving his mouth. It was beginning to hurt, he wanted to free himself from those trousers that maintained prisoner the erection that Kanda strived to increase.
"I knew it, this here is much harder." The older one smiled, penetratingly staring down at him.
"Plea… se…" He begged through gritted teeth. The small amount of pride he had left was swallowed, everything to be able to continue feeling that pleasure that Kanda described as a sin.
The Japanese didn't have to be begged, unbuckling the boys belt, pulled down the pants zipper, yanking them until they pooled together with his underclothes. Allen trembled again at the feeling of his member being freed. His legs shrank back slightly when he felt how the Eastern exorcist was observing him, although the other didn't allow him to close them, placing his hands on his thighs and so it prevented him from moving too much. He felt one of Kanda's fingers caressing the head, reason why his eyes widened while a gasp escaped his lips without him being able to prevent it.
"That's enough… Kanda, you don't have to do that!"
Another laugh on part of the dark haired one, who had begun to sensually kiss his neck, pleasing Allen once again when he caressed him completely. But those touches lasted only a little, because Kanda began to move away from his body again.
Allen was going to protest at being left like this; so exposed to the cold when his body was burning on the inside. Nevertheless, Kanda didn't seem to be planning on finish this in such a manner. He gritted his teeth again when he felt Kanda's hips over his own. Just barely parting their lips when the Japanese's mouth reclaimed the territory. That tongue that ran over the insides of his mouth with voracity added with the delicious friction of Kanda's member against his own was driving him crazy. Tightly gripping some of the older boy's dark black locks with his fingers, he tried to maintain the other's body overly demanding rhythm. He also ended moving his hips when the other's hand wrapped around both of their erections to add even more pleasure.
He felt something growing on his insides, something that was going to explode sooner of later. Right at that moment he pulled away from Kanda's lips, letting loose a last moan too loud for his liking. He had embraced Kanda with force, because he hadn't know if he would be able to stand it. His back arched while a couple of tears trickled down his cheeks, his body approaching the dark haired man's own even more. In fact, something had left his body, having allowed him to feel the biggest pleasure he had ever experienced in his life. Soon after the other's body also shook, very alike to what he had experienced. And more of that liquid spilled between them both while Kanda fully laid himself on top of him.
Half-opening his eyes, he breathed through his mouth because he still hadn't been able to gain back his breath. His hands slid down the back of the older of the two, as if trying to convince himself that this had in fact happened. Although, what had happened? He blinked, moving his head, his white tresses grazing Kanda's face. The other exorcist also moved, slowly pulling himself up, although barely separating his body away from Allen's. Another kiss, it was his last request and it was granted.
"This… is sinning?" He asked, still anxious, after having separated their mouths while he had placed his hands on Kanda's.
"Yes." The Japanese answered, without a pinch of repentance in his voice, a gesture of great happiness on his face.
He sighed, contaminating himself with that shameless smile
"It's fine, I suppose." He whispered, looking at him with a tenderness that contrasted with the vision of those furiously red cheeks and some droplets of that thick liquid staining his chest that he made.
Kanda snorted, although seemed entertained. He took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt, and began to carefully clean Allen's body. That wasn't helping the blush of the youngest of the two, who tried to get up, protesting that he could do it himself, but Kanda stopped him, saying that some stupid brat wasn't going to prevent him from doing what he wanted.
"The truth is that I don't really understand what happened ." The youngest confessed, looking at the wall after having given up before the stubbornness of his exorcist companion. "I only know that it's your fault my heart beats so quickly. And that I feel an emptiness in my stomach. It feels weird, almost like the morning sickness."
"You mean I make you want to throw up?" The older one said, with a slacken jaw and a somber gaze.
"What? No! Well, sometimes." Allen remembered, causing the other to observe him with a want to kill. "But it's not that. I don't know what it is, but it's not that. It's very similar to… "
'Similar to what I feel for Mana, although it's very different at the same time. But that's impossible, simply impossible'.
"Similar to what?" Wanted to know Kanda, interested after to having finished with his own cleaning.
"Eh? To nothing! It isn't similar to anything!" He smiled radiantly, in such a fake manner that Kanda realized it immediately.
Nothing else was said, reason why the only thing that could be heard where Allen's forced laughter, making the samurai get annoyed.
"Alright! You don't have to say anything, just stop with your stupid laughter."
He made a small pout, angry.
"Embittered."
"Baby."
They stared at each other with hatred, want to kill practically being shot out of their eyes. But soon they blinked. Something was missing. Perhaps it was Lenalee, Lavi and all the others trying to stop them from killing each other. They practically sighed at the same time, each one looking towards their own side.
"Hey, Moyashi."
"My name is Allen, Bakanda."
"Che. I only want to know if…you want to stay here tonight." He whispered, keeping his gaze away from Allen's own, who blinked, somewhat surprised.
"But you only have one bed, where will you sleep?" He asked, innocently.
"We'll both sleep in the bed, idiot!" Kanda yelled at him again, annoyed by the slowness of the other exorcist. "So move over already!"
"Alright, but you don't have to yell." Allen reclaimed, moving a little towards the side facing the wall.
Kanda laid down, with a gesture of annoyance common in him while he stared up at the ceiling. Allen observed him, seated, tilting his face with curiosity. How was it that this person was the same one that had made his body tremble in a manner completely unknown to him? The color reappeared on his cheeks again when he remembered the kisses that they had shared. That they had mutually touched each other. A hand was brought up to his mouth, more red then he had been before.
"Moyashi."
Allen turned around to stare at the other and was surprised by the vision that greeted him.
"Go to sleep already." Kanda spoke again, who had one of his arms held out for him, inviting him to lay down at his side.
The English blinked again, then he smiled. Nodding. Curling himself up against the dark haired man's chest, who in turn corresponded by surrounding him with his arm. He closed his eyes. Yu Kanda (that bastard with the frozen heart) was warm after all. Allen smiled, satisfied with that new discovery.
- o-o-o-o-o-o-
He opened one of his eyes when the light that was entering through the window was bright enough to annoy him. Surely it was still very early in the morning, but he was used to waking up before the sun came up so he could train. He moved between sheets, later to notice the small weight on top of him. He blinked, somewhat tired.
The Moyashi was still deeply asleep and looked as if nothing would wake him up, since when Kanda pulled him off of him the only thing that the English did was let out a small sound of complain, as if they had just taken away a comfortable pillow from him but soon began to cuddle against the bed as if nothing had happened. The older one huffed, standing up. He remembered that the idiot Moyashi had dropped a cup and began to pick up the broken pieces off the floor.
When he was done cleaning he turned back towards the bed when he noticed somebody else's movement besides Allen's rhythmical breathing. He opened his eyes with surprise: on the top of the Moyashi's head was General Cross's small golden golem. Since when had that thing been there? He didn't remember ever letting it in his room. He reached out to grab it with one of his hands, but the damn small little winged ball showed him row of sharp little teeth. It seemed to be protecting Allen as if he was part of its property, because it moved around in circles over the boys head, extending its wings as if trying to threaten him.
"Che. It's too late for that jealous mascot routine."
He could swear that the golem was staring at him with a desire to kill him, but he preferred to ignore it, approaching the sand clock. The clock with the lotus flower that still had ten petals left. He stared at it with a serious expression on his face, as if he couldn't pull away from it even if he wanted to. He grazed the glass with his fingers as if he hadn't done it a million times before.
But then he noticed something that had never been there before. He was used to seeing the crystal reflecting him whenever he was close enough to it but there was something more besides his surprised face staring back at him now. A black figure. A cloaked figure, with a large coat and a ribbon adorning what seemed to be his neck. With two empty eyes that fixedly stared at him. He quickly pulled his hand away.
"What the hell…?"
+ To be continued…+
Final Notes: This took three days to do, one day longer than usual…I think it's because I kept passing out from the blood-loss but well, here it is. I hope you all enjoyed it and please, all credit and praises go to Kini-san for having written this amazing and delicious chappie (smiles). Which in no way compares to this lowly translation because the original will always have a beauty that I will be unable to translate.
And also, does anybody else but Kini-san and I want to see Allen singing a lullaby? Or are we just a couple of perverts?…one day we'll plot together and kidnap that seiyuu….heck, why not Kanda's too? (maniacal laughter).
(1). 'Suki dayo' means, effectively, 'I like you' in a rather informal and colloquial manner, used by boys(for girls it's 'Suki yo'.). In Japanese culture you don't generally tell someone you love them, you simply show it to them. And besides, Kanda is Kanda; neither Kini-san nor I see him telling Allen 'aishiteru', since that's one of the most formal and deepest way of expressing your love for someone. And well, Bakanda isn't ready for that. Although you never know, he might be one day(only Kini-san would know).
Well, comments are welcomed and we shall see you next week.