Hello, it's me again. Thank you for being patient enough to wait for this chapter, I know my schedule is hazardous. Lately it feels like I have a lot of time in my hands, and yet no time at all. My sense of time has gotten really weird, too. And, well, it's not really worth caring about. I thought summer would mean lots of updates, but since my junior year is closer than ever now, summer has been full of plans and studying and even more work than when I was in school. And family vacations, let us not forget about that. Sigh. I guess it's time for me to start putting my schooling first if I want to make something of myself in the future. Goodbye my sweet childhood, I knew you well, but it is time for me to be an adult *cries*
Special Notes for this Chapter: Ngh. Fluff, lemon, pointless lemon full of fruity fruits, language, and a small Kanda POV somewhere in between all the Moyashi.
Disclaimer: Not mine, and that's a good thing because I would update even less than Hoshino-sensei does -laughs-
Apostle of God
Chapter XIII-It's a Deal
When Allen opened his eyes he realized he wasn't in his room. He was about to rub the sleep out of his eyes, except that when he tried to raise his right arm the only thing he gained was a pinch of pain: the sudden movement had made the needle in his arm plunge deeply into the skin. He looked at his arm, sighing in relief when he saw that he wasn't bleeding. Yet. He had hurt himself before; wounding himself without meaning to with the needle when he slept. Although it had been a while since he had fallen asleep during his treatment, which was why he looked at his surroundings. Only Link was there, looking at him closely now that he was awake.
And Timcanpy.
The golem was exploring his stomach, his little feet trying to get used to the new territory. Allen smiled softly despite the hot blush on his cheeks. He was already 17 weeks pregnant, a little bit more than four months; something which Lavi was always reminding him, how much time had passed and how much time was left. His stomach had grown even more and he now couldn't use any of his clothes. That's why he was really embarrassed, the nurse herself had made him wear a nightgown, much to Komui's glee, and Lavi's and perhaps many others who he'd rather not think about. Luckily, he had obtained two things: being allowed to wear his pants under the nightgown, a pair a size larger that was a bit big on him; and being able to continue wearing Kanda's sweater. It still fit him and he liked wearing it; it was warm and gave him a certain feeling of safety he couldn't really explain.
Today he couldn't sleep with Kanda nor the next one. No, he would have to wait two more days to be able to sleep in that bed he had come to like so much. Though the Japanese had complained various times about how Allen moved too much and he even tried to sleep on the futon on the floor once, the one that was always left alone unlike the bed, but the younger boy always managed get his way to get Kanda to sleep next to him. It was only fair; he satisfied Kanda by having sex with him despite that many it was uncomfortable and even painful, and the only thing Allen asked in return was for the older exorcist to sleep with him after all that physical exertion. Of course, he enjoyed the things the dark-haired man did to him despite that the next day he woke up a bit sore, but he liked snuggling against the older man's side even more because it was warm and pleasant. And he liked that, when he woke up in the morning, he was always met with the sight of Kanda's arms wrapped protectively around him; a gesture that the other would never do when conscious, something he himself wouldn't accept in any other circumstances. He felt a bit foolish for enjoying it, but it was something that he could no longer help but feel.
Besides, the baby didn't move as violently.
He swallowed.
When other people touched him, he felt more movements inside of himself. As if the baby was asking for help, for someone to take him out of there immediately. That's why he was afraid; afraid that the others would notice those desperate brushes and would know that he was a horrible person for not wanting the child growing inside of him. Even so, no one seemed to have noticed, only Kanda knew what was happening and it was only because he himself had confided in him his awful secret. He wondered if those movements would one day get more obvious, if everyone would end up finding about his secret sooner of later.
But Kanda, the things he had said to him, they had calmed him down a bit. Just a bit, but they had worked. He no longer felt as anxious as before and, though he hadn't told anyone not to touch him, he avoided them as much possible. He felt really bad for the Japanese, but it would be a bit hard for him to explain why he suddenly didn't want people to touch him, specially when he had let them to do it from the very beginning. He sighed softly.
He cocked his head to the side when he heard the door being opened, turning around immediately to be able to see who had come in.
"I'm sorry, Walker-san," said one of the nurses, coming in quickly to check up on him. Allen only blinked. "There are many wounded due to all the missions and we're short on nurses. If only the supervisor hadn't gone off for a trip."
Allen tilted his head. Right, Komui had gone to the Order's Asian Branch, for some unknown reason. The commanders still refused to let him use the Arc, maybe because they knew only Allen was able to control it. The doors had been closed (something which they had asked him to do), that was the last time he was allowed to see the strange device. That's probably why Komui Lee would take another month to return to the tower, so meanwhile Reever was in charge of managing everything. The Australian man was struggling to keep the scientific section in tiptop shape, but organizing mission papers wasn't the same thing as running a whole section, which was probably why the man seemed more exhausted then usual (which was saying a lot).
There were also the wounded to consider. Frowning, the English closed his eyes in sadness. The missions continued, the finders were the ones who ended up the most injured like always when they accompanied the exorcists in their missions. And the Black order had three exorcists it couldn't use: Lenalee, who still hadn't recovered her Innocence; himself, for obvious reasons and Kanda, the one who had to stay and take care of him because of his pregnancy. He bit his lower lip, sure that Kanda wanted to return to the battlefield as boon possible but couldn't because of Allen's condition.
"You've gone and hurt yourself again, haven't you?" He looked at his right, noticing the dark aura surrounding the nurse.
He was about to apologize, that he hadn't meant to get hurt again, but the head nurse had already pulled out the needle from his arm to clean the dried blood before placing a band-aid on the little wound. He sighed with relief, apparently he hadn't hurt himself too much; he made a mental note to remind himself not to fall asleep in the infirmary again.
"You shouldn't sleep face down anymore, Walker-san," he heard the nurse say, "make sure to sleep on your side from now on, preferably on your left."
The snow-haired boy could only look at her, frowning a bit and without understanding why it was so important that he slept on his side.
"Why…"
"Perhaps your stomach isn't as voluminous yet, but later on it could become a problem. It will become heavy for you to carry; you will not be able to breathe and it will cut the blood circulation to your legs if you continue to sleep that way."
He shivered. The way the head nurse explained these things, so clear and direct, helped him in a really morbid sort of way. Maybe, maybe she would be able to explain to him the things that were happening to him. She was a nurse, she should know these things, right? But he felt terribly embarrassed for even thinking about one of those questions and he knew the answer would embarrass him even more. Besides, his treatment had already ended, he was supposed to be leaving soon.
"Maybe we should try using your left hand to deliver the serum after all, I'll see what the doctor thinks about the idea," she continued to speak, now to herself, her voice soft.
Allen gathered all of his courage, determined to ask
"Eh, excuse me."
He saw her straighten up and turn to look at him with one of her eyebrows raised in question. Feeling those eyes on him made him feel even more nervous. It was probably strange for her too to have Allen speak to her, since the only thing he usually did was answer her questions and stay still so she could start with his daily treatment.
"It's-this…"
"Do you have a question, Walker-san?"
Allen nodded very slowly. The nurse was now sitting on one of the chairs next to his bed, without once looking away from him. The English avoided looking at her again, knowing his embarrassment would probably manifest itself as a hot blush across his cheeks. He concentrated on Timcanpy for now, who was still cheerily walking across his stomach until he felt his master's gaze on him. The golem went still, as if answering the gesture.
"The baby moves," he began, speaking very softly, "but it isn't very noticeable, is that normal? Besides, sometimes…" he swallowed thickly, trying to organize his thoughts one more time, "sometimes, he moves a lot more when something makes me feel, eh, uncomfortable."
Just like right now. He could feel some of those little brushes on his lower stomach. Allen didn't see the head nurse's smile, something which was probably just as well considering the fear the woman sometimes caused him.
"Of course it's normal for him to move, you should feel something alike to a butterfly's wings or a small fish swimming in your stomach. I suppose you still haven't felt one of his kicks, they're a lot more obvious and satisfying."
'More satisfying?' The exorcist looked at her without understanding.
"The baby's first movements might bother you; but his kicks will make you feel better. I promise you."
He didn't understand. How could someone kicking you make you feel better?
"The baby moves when you feel stressed because your emotions affect him," Allen looked at her again, her serious tone continuing, "he's only reacting to your irritability."
Then it was his fault the baby was moving? Although in a different way then he had expected. The baby was only sympathizing with his feelings, he was only expressing what he himself wanted to do: complain about the way they treated him. Smiling, he laughed, a bit of irony in it. He would have never thought that. After all, his baby and him had more in common then he'd thought.
He stopped, freezing. Had he thought…? What had he thought?
"Do you have any more doubts, Walker-san?" the nurse asked him, probably confused with the exorcists mood swings even and when they were due to the pregnancy.
"Eh? No! Hum…thank you for your help." He stood up carefully before he bowed his head, confused, but relieved in a certain way. Timcanpy perched himself atop his head, nuzzling his hair, perhaps noticing that it was time to leave.
"It's my job to tend to my patients," the head nurse said, still serious. "Same time tomorrow, Walker-san."
"Yes," he smiled kindly at her after wrapping himself in Kanda's sweater.
He walked out of the infirmary, feeling better. Just a little, but it was something. He wondered if it was true was the head nurse had said, if the baby's kicks would make him feel better. It was silly, but he wanted to hold onto that hope. Because it was almost impossible for him to imagine that he could ever feel happy to feel the baby moving inside of him.
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Another week had gone by.
Another more week were things hadn't improved one bit: Johnny stubbornly continued to hassle him about wearing prettier maternity clothes, saying that the sleeping-gown didn't do him justice; people kept trying to touch him, though he had evaded them pretty well so far; and, Kanda and Link were still silently fighting in front of him.
That was happening right now, actually, Kanda was walking between him and Link. He didn't even know why they were mad, they were just looking at each other with hatred and that was it. He himself was more worried about being on time to his treatment, because the sooner he was done, the sooner he could have breakfast. He was dying of hunger right now, specially since he had just recovered his appetite and he planned on eating as much of Jeryy's food as was possible.
He ended up turning a corner and walking faster so he could get away from those two, although only for a couple of meters. He liked being with Kanda, but the man was being more unbearable than usual when he was with his inspector. He sighed, leaning against the wall, hoping those two would stop fighting soon. He placed his left hand on top of his stomach, covered by the cream colored sweater he had borrowed. The baby hadn't moved as much after he had had that conversation with the head nurse, almost as if the child had decided to sleep longer now that Allen had decided to calm down and not let himself get carried away by his problems. And it had worked, he no longer felt those desperate nudges on his lower stomach.
Although, he was beginning to miss them. It was strange, before he would have given almost anything to stop feeling them and now he wanted to feel those gentle movements one more time. Unconsciously, he was still waiting for those aforementioned kicks the nurse had said would feel better. He drew a weak smile on his lips. Even now, he was still as stupid as he sounded. He was still so stupid.
"Moyashi."
He opened his eyes when he heard that voice full of fury. He blinked, a bit confused when he saw the older teen's furious face.
"What's wrong, Kanda?"
He knew what the other exorcist would do, but even so that didn't make it not hurt. Kanda was squeezing his head between his hands again; the Japanese still had no tact whatsoever with him, though perhaps he should just be happy that Kanda couldn't threaten him with Mugen at the moment.
"Stop doing that, Bakanda!"
"Idiot! Don't run off by yourself like that without saying anything!"
It was weird. God, as if something bad was going to happen to him if he walked a couple of steps away from a situation that was quickly beginning to irritate him. But this idiot was impossible, he was still treating him like a kid. He would have liked to use his Innocence; no one else but Link knew that Allen activated it every now and then, only to see how long he could support his Crown Clown. He'd had some pretty good results despite that he ended up exhausted, something he compensated by eating now that he could keep his food down. Of course that, if Kanda or anyone else found about what he did, he would be in big trouble.
He was just about to pull on his hair since he really couldn't do anything else (he would have loved to kick him, or at least punch him and knock him out of balance for even a second, even though he knew he shouldn't do any of that in his current condition), when he heard Link clear his throat.
"It's getting late, Walker."
Of course it was getting late. It was always getting late when these two were around. for some reason, he missed being the one who Kanda fought with, the one who easily broke that control of his. Now it was Link and he didn't like that. By God, not again. Lately he had been feeling like this: resentful. To Link, To Lavi, To Komui, hell, even to Mugen! He had a serious problem, one he would never admit to Kanda because it was pretty embarrassing and would make him look like an idiot in the dark-haired man's eyes. Well, more than usual.
He sighed again, resuming his walk to the infirmary. Kanda fell into step with him while Link walked behind him like usual. Timcanpy was flying around him, as if making sure Kanda didn't try to do anything weird. Luckily, Lavi was too busy with the work Bookman had assigned him (he had complained a lot about that) and had disappeared. It was better like that, he didn't feel as claustrophobic, even and when he would have wished the Japanese to be the only one to accompany him. And sometimes not even him, because some days his mood was just horrible and he didn't want to meet anyone who knew he was in a bad mood. Today was one of those days.
"Oi, stupid Moyashi."
"My name is Allen, Bakanda."
"You're pretty distracted today, have you been having fun watching old projections with your golem again?"
He felt himself blush. That idiot! He was smiling arrogantly, with supremacy. He would have preferred the other to be mad about what he had seen, not use to it bother him. He frowned, looking at Tim with certain anger despite that his face was still completely red. Tim had showed Lavi, who else would he show? He had already asked the little golem not to do it and the small sphere had made him smile by nuzzling his cheek, as if promising him he would follow his orders; but Timcanpy was still his Master's golem. And his Master was General Cross after all.
He preferred not to answer, sure that the damn jerk would use it against, him, whatever he could say. He only bit his lower lip, still a bit flushed. Oh, yes. He would make him pay one day.
Once they arrived at the infirmary, he sighed in relief. Mostly because Kanda would have to leave soon and he would be left alone with Link again. He couldn't stay in Kanda's room today, only until tomorrow. He didn't like the schedule he had been given to follow without questions, although he had no right to complain since he was sure the commanders had done that to know his every movement, and he should even feel thankful because they were allowing him those few hours with Kanda. The only he had to do was see the positive side to this: he wouldn't wake up sore the next day nor would he have to shower before going to sleep when he was tired and sleep after those often endless sessions.
One more time, he felt his cheeks blaze red with embarrassment. That bastard Bakanda. Allen always asked him, always asked him to…He rubbed his cheeks to try to get rid of the crimson color while he entered the infirmary before those two. One more hour and he could go down for food.
And that's how it went, a long hour where the only thing he heard and saw was Tim chewing on his nightgown despite that Allen tried to stop him, apparently the golden golem wanted the English youth to pay more attention to him and the only way he knew how to go about that was by annoying him. It wasn't something new after all. Maybe that was the reason why the little sphere was now eating out of the food he had asked Jeryy to make for him despite that Tim didn't need it because he was a golem. It wasn't that he was bothered by it, he had shared his food with Tim plenty of times before and he actually liked to do it; what annoyed him was that the golem was eating the same thing he had been about to eat, too.
"Stop acting like a brat, Tim!"
Timcanpy went still for a couple of seconds before slipping inside Allen's sweater despite the boy's protests. He calmed down a bit when he felt his golem snuggling against him, hiding like he used to do in the past, except that now he was a little bit bigger and didn't fit as well as before. The English sighed, now solely concentrating on eating his food now that Tim had stopped bothering him. He didn't understand why his golem had been acting out lately, although he was sure it had something to do with Kanda. He sighed.
He looked around as he ate, casually, as if not really caring all that much about his surroundings; all while his inspector remained seated at his side filling reports while he ate a cheery pie. There weren't that many people in the cafeteria today and that made him feel less uncomfortable.
Lenalee had been absent more and more during lunch, though he supposed the Chinese girl was focusing on her self-imposed training despite Komui's many complaints. He remembered she had said she would train her hardest while they had been in the Arc, and that Lavi had teased her by saying she would never get a boyfriend if she kept that tomboyish attitude of hers' up. He drew a tiny smile on his lips, ignoring the light blush that had appeared on his face. By that time, Lavi and Lenalee had already had sex. But what they had was so different from what Kanda and him were going through; after all, they were a man and a woman, something normal despite what the girl had said that sleeping with someone who wasn't your spouse before marriage was a sin. Also, they behaved naturally, like good friends. Allen would have never guessed there had been something between them, he was even a bit envious of them for being able to behave so normally around the others when he always tried so hard to feign that there was nothing else but their mission and mutual dislike between Kanda and him. Kanda and him were much more complicated, so alike yet so different at the same time. Was it even possible for them to have what they had?
The only thing he did know was that it wasn't anything good, whatever it is they did have.
He scoffed loudly before he shoved his thirty-seventh dango in his mouth, his bowl of ramen empty before him. The people in the cafeteria were looking at him with curiosity, like always. Most of them were finders, others were scientists Allen didn't know, maybe because they were from other branches that belonged to the Black Order. They were gossiping, always gossiping under their breaths about him. Now he was eating a strawberry shortcake, trying to ignore those many observing eyes examining him from a distance. Because they reminded him of his childhood, of how people pointed at his left arm with horror, how some of them beat him up to make him go away when all he wanted was a bit of food. He had had to learn how to be cold, to be hostile so he could survive, to not cry ever again. To never feel anything.
Then Mana had come. Mana broke through that mean personality he had created to be able to face the world. How Mana had made him laugh, rescuing the affectionate, naïve and happy child he had thought had died a long time ago. It was strange, now that he though about it, but he had acted exactly like Kanda when he had been younger. He laughed, not knowing why that idiot's name had suddenly popped into his thoughts again. He wondered if Kanda had also had problems similar to his that had forced him to become the way he was. Or perhaps, that was simply his nature, perhaps he was just a damn conceited and insensible bastard because that was his real personality.
Although, if Mana had been able to soften him up he was sure he would have been able to do the same thing with Kanda. His father could do absolutely everything. Not even the dark-haired exorcist would have been enough against him; in a mere matter of minutes Mana would have had him laughing, or at least erased that frown that seemed permanently etched on his face. He laughed softly again, closing his eyes at the same time he wrapped himself in the borrowed sweater and drew a gentle smile on his lips.
'Mana'.
His eyes snapped open when he felt a small nudge on his stomach. And he almost fell off the table when he felt another one, much more assured and certain than the first one. Allen knew he was being looked at, that the people in the canteen would be surprised to see him stand up so suddenly, even Link was looking at him with curiosity. Either way, Allen wasn't paying attention, he was solely focused on keeping still to make sure it had really happened. But nothing happened. He sighed softly as he realized it had probably been nothing, unconsciously placing his right hand on his stomach, without expecting to be welcomed by another of those little nudges a third time.
God. Was it really happening? He brought a hand up to his mouth, almost not being able to contain his surprise.
"Walker?"
He didn't hear him. He didn't even bother to offer an explanation, not to Link nor to Jeryy the cook, who seemed to be calling him with worry in his tone since he had yet to finish eating. The only thing he did do was run, not very fast, but as fast as his legs allowed him to.
It was so stupid. So damn stupid. So stupid because he couldn't stop smiling.
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He wiped the sweat off his brow with the towel he had around his neck. Scoffing with force, he turned back to his training. He had spent the last hour with Lenalee, helping her train despite his refusal the first time she had asked to spar with him, but the woman's insistence plus the threat to call Komui had won out on the end; the last thing he wanted was to have that idiot of a supervisor bugging him for being mean to his little sister. He didn't understand why she had suddenly wanted to do this, ever since Kanda had first met her he had never seen her take training so seriously. She spent most of her time with Komui, making coffee for the scientific section or learning female etiquette from that crazy cook.
In the end, he didn't care about the matter enough to give it more than five minutes of his thoughts. He rested Mugen on his right shoulder while he walked to the training room. Later he would leave for the forest, he knew that fucking rabbit would pop out at any moment or that that rookie Chaozii would come ask him for tips on how to use his Innocence. As if he cared. He was one who had named him his superior when Kanda hadn't had the slightest concern about him.
He left the towel at the side, holding his katana with both hands, taking an offensive stand. He was about to begin his training exercises when he heard a pair of annoying giggles. He turned around, expression murderous, to find a Lenalee who had long ago left aside her mediation to chat with that other woman, Miranda. Of course that at seeing the samurai's deadly glare, the latter one became terrified despite the younger girl's best efforts to calm her down.
"Sorry, Kanda!" the Chinese youth apologized, waving her arm.
"Che.'
This was why he hated training in the tower. Because he had to share with the other exorcists and that irritated him to no end. Even more if he knew they were talking about the Moyashi, something that was happening quite frequently; Allen was still a very popular subject among his companions, almost everyone but the newbie liked the kid. And that annoyed him even more. It bothered him because they spoke so freely of the English, as if they knew him and the struggles he went through ever since he first began his special mission. For Kanda that was something he didn't like: having the kid all depressed, without the energy to do anything, not letting even Kanda touch him. It was only until the Japanese forced him to talk that the other said a bit of what was happening to him; they were mostly stupidities that he barely understood. The Moyashi had a fucking complicated mind and he could never manage to grasp much from it.
It had to be because of his childhood. Lavi had said that the young boy had been abandoned when he was a baby, that his parents had rejected him because of his arm. Kanda didn't know if Allen had told the rabbit that or if it was something the red-head had found out about through his job as a bookman. He sure it was probably the second option, after all the Moyashi didn't seem to talk much about those things, although he wasn't sure, perhaps it was simply that he still didn't trust Kanda enough to talk to him about something as personal as his childhood.
Either way he didn't care about any of that. He continued to repeat that to himself, that he didn't care if the Moyashi didn't trust him for those kind of things. After all, his relationship with him wasn't based off communication. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care. As long as he could fuck the Moyashi without having the boy struggle too much, it was enough for him. At least, he tried to convince himself of that. Because it was true he was in love with Allen, he had already accepted it after all, but it wasn't as if he was ever going to tell him. It wasn't as if he was going to admit that weakness to the Moyashi and give him that edge against him so he could exploit it.
His training always ended like this: thinking about that little idiot. It was like some sort of curse, not being able to fully concentrate when he trained. Although he was a lot calmer than before now, where he couldn't even close his eyes for once second without having that damn kid drift to his thoughts, in situations that would scandalize many. It was true he still thought about those things, but the knowledge that he would be able to realize those fantasizes sooner rather than later calmed him down, the knowledge that they weren't that far off his reach. He smiled, a hint of malice in it.
Even so, that momentarily lapse of concentration helped him hear someone walking towards the training facilities. Someone was running, although not fast enough to be a finder. He frowned, wondering if it was a scientist or something along those lines. It was when he heard his name being called that he opened his eyes, without being able to believe he had heard right. That was the Moyashi's voice, out of breath due to his running. Was it possible that the imbecile was running in his current condition? He would make sure he would regret it if that was true.
Undeniably, it was Allen who stopped a couple of meters from Kanda's resting place, sweating lightly while he breathed with difficulty; always followed by the German inspector who didn't appear to be tired in the slightest. A couple of white locks had stuck to the boy's cheeks but he didn't seem to care about that, leaning against his knees without bothering to brush them way, as if the only thing he wanted was to get back his breath after all that running. Fuck, stupid and idiotic Moyashi. Once again, he drew an expression of fury on his features.
"Allen-kun? What are you doing here?" he heard Lenalee ask, probably sitting up while the other woman followed suit.
But the young boy didn't appear to have heard her, breathing harshly as he regained his breath. Allen never came to the training room, not after his mission had started, which was why Kanda had a couple of minutes of peace to train, even and when most of the time he spent thinking of different ways to take his Moyashi. Damn kid. Frowning, he shortened the distance between them, getting ready to scold him and maybe use some physical force if need be.
"Che. Idiot, how the hell…"
"Kanda!"
He arched an eyebrow after the small boy interrupted him only to say his name. Was he smiling? Also, that strange look in his eyes. This was too strange and he was getting annoyed the longer the other kept staring at him with that stupid face without saying anything. But it was just about when he was going to reach for him that the other exorcist grabbed him by his left hand. He opened his eyes with surprise; Allen had never initiated any physical contact like this, much less in public.
"Oi, Moyashi…"
"Come!"
"Moyashi!?"
He ended up practically being dragged by the English, who refused to let go of his wrist despite that everyone present was staring at them. Or perhaps the idiot simply hadn't noticed that there were more people there, as if he were only interested on whatever he had to tell Kanda. Although he had taken him just like that from the training room, something that made him remember when it was him the one who had to drag the Moyashi when he wanted to get him somewhere. Apparently, the little idiot was learning. Heh, what irony.
He scoffed when he was finally let go. Punch him, he was going to punch him for doing that, for doing it right in front of everybody while Kanda had a damn image to maintain, and it was suppose to be the same for Allen, too. His threats died away when he saw the other was looking at his surroundings, looking as if he was making sure on one was here, which was stupid when they took into account that the damn inspector was close even and when he was a couple of feet away from them and that his golem was peaking its head out from under Allen's sweater before it flew away, tired of being inside there. He frowned again. He hated Timcanpy for doing that, although he forgot about that as soon as he saw Allen unbuttoning his sweater.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, startled since the other always insisted on never taking off that sweater ever since they had forced him to wear a nightgown.
He stopped thinking, freezing when the kid grabbed both of his hands with his own, almost knocking him out of balance by that sudden movement. Though that didn't compare with what came next. Allen had guided the older exorcist's hands to his stomach, still holding them even though they were already on his abdomen. What the hell? The stupid Moyashi hated being touched there (it was the cause of endless of fights) and now he himself was the one who had placed the Japanese's hands on his stomach. But he saw the light blush dusting the boy's cheeks, how he was looking at himself, staring at the place where he had put Kanda's hands on. What a bizarre situation, he was already beginning to wonder if the Moyashi's grade of masochism and stupidity had finally gone past their breaking point for him to want to do something he obviously didn't like.
"Come one! Don't make me look bad!"
He parted his lips, then he noticed the kid wasn't talking to him. Wait, then who was he talking to? It couldn't be.
His doubts were cleared when he felt a little nudge coming from the Moyashi's stomach. His eyes went wide, barely raising his gaze to see the other's wide smile.
"Did you feel that?"
What a stupid que-…Oh, hell. He moved one of his hands since the Moyashi had finally let him go, feeling those barely perceptible nudges a couple of more times. She was kicking, without a doubt, the little baby girl was kicking, almost as if she wanted to make it clear that she was inside there despite everything else. And Allen seemed happy about that. Kanda had never before seen him like that, so radiant, with that special look in his gray eyes. Strange, it was all so strange. He never thought he would ever get to see him like this over his pregnancy.
"Is that him kicking, Kanda? Is that how they're suppose to feel?"
Kanda barely got enough time to nod before he felt another of those little kicks, although he wasn't too sure it was her; it was the first time he had ever felt this through anyone's stomach. Snapping out of his thoughts, he heard the other let out a soft laugh.
"It feels strange."
He looked at him. Allen's eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed and his smile was full of happiness. He tilted his head, intrigued with that contrasting attitude. He remember how feeling the little girl's first movements had sent him into a sobbing fit and a horrible feeling of guilt. But now it was the opposite of that, the kid looked happy to have a baby inside of him for the first time. As if he were finally noticing that she was a new life that needed him for survival. As if he were accepting that he did care for her.
"Bu-but, you better not tell anyone!" He looked at him again when he heard him say that; the brat's brow was furrowed although the blush riding high on his cheeks wasn't helping him much in looking fearful and demanding respect. "Ad much less that I came here to show you! It's embarrassing."
He smiled meanly.
"Does it still make you embarrassed, Moyashi?"
"Of course it does, Bakanda! Don't you dare…Mphm!"
He did what he had to do: shut the little imbecile with a kiss. Those trembling lips, those red cheeks, those eyes; they screamed at him to take the kid. He ended up wrapping his arms around him, pushing him against one of the walls. Although Allen tried to push him away, he ended up letting him inside his mouth and play with his tongue. The sight of the thin string of saliva connecting their mouths when he pulled away made the younger boy blush, pushing Kanda away so he would get off of him.
"Idiot! We're not in your room, this is a public place, just because no one's here doesn't mean someone's not going to come sooner or later. Besides, Link-san…"
"Then why did you come here? This is your fault, Moyashi."
Allen's eyes went wide while that red color took over his face. What an adorable sight.
Kanda licked his lips.
"I didn't come here for this! And, and…we can't do that here!"
But Kanda was already looking at their surroundings, sure that he could find a way to get what he wanted. He couldn't hold on till later, he couldn't even make it to his room to interrupt his training. Then he saw a room; an entry to the many storerooms where they stored some training equipment. He smiled roguishly again.
"I know where we can do it, Moyashi."
"K-Kanda, are you serious? Hey! Let go of me!"
Now it was his turn to grab one of the Moyashi's hands to force him to walk. It wasn't as if the other was struggling much, as if he still didn't fully understand what Kanda wanted from him. As if it weren't obvious.
"Y-you got excited by this?" the other whispered, noticing Link was also with them. "You're a real pervert!"
That wasn't anything new. Although it wasn't precisely his daughter's little kicks the reason why he had gotten like this; it was mostly because of the Moyashi's attitude, so childish and stupid, for having unbuttoned his sweater so anxiously in front of him. That was an obvious invitation, wasn't it? Of course he was a perverted bastard, this kid was still only fifteen years old after all. And his way of moving, denying him, he loved everything about the little brat. Nevertheless, he still hated knowing he loved the idiot, that what he felt wasn't pure physical attraction and that there was something more in between; even so he wouldn't deny those damn feelings, not even to himself. Not after all the time he had wasted torturing himself with that stupid question that did nothing but waste his time.
"You're crazy!" he heard the younger boy cry while the Japanese opened the door. Allen's arms were crossed over his chest, a furious look and a dark blush on his face. But even so he wasn't leaving, standing there without doing anything. He wanted it as much as him, he wanted Kanda to take him again and again until he couldn't take it anymore. He smiled when he opened the storeroom's door.
He turned around to grab one of the Moyashi's hands, facing the inspector who was looking at them with a grimace of what seemed like disgust. That stupid bastard. If he didn't like it, he didn't have to look at them while they kissed.
"It's up to you if you want to come in or not," was the only thing he said to the German while the younger exorcist looked at him with horror, who apparently couldn't believe what the dark-haired man had said.
Link cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed by Kanda's comment, something which only made the Japanese grin. He could feel Allen's fingers gripping one of his arms, though he didn't know why.
"And well, inspector?"
"You have half an hour, Yu Kanda. If you are not done by then, I will have to take Walker with me."
That answer only made Allen blush even more, which to him was pretty amusing.
"Fine, just don't make too much noise when you play a round of pocket pool while we're inside." (1)
"Kanda!"
The Moyashi's embarrassment was perfect after seeing the rigid inspector's composure crumble like that. The German had immediately turned around, placing his arms behind his back.
"Half an hour."
Kanda grinned again, yanking a paralyzed Moyashi inside the storeroom with him.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Coming here had been a bad idea. A really bad idea.
Allen couldn't stop cursing himself because the first thing that had occurred to him when he had felt the baby's kicks was run to Kanda to tell him about it. And now here he was, locked inside a strange room with the damn bastard, surrounded by darkness and equipment that looked more like it belonged in a torture chamber than anything else. He swallowed thickly, nervous.
He leaned against one of the walls while his eyes tried to adjust to the dark, gently placing one of his hands on his stomach. Another little kick. He smiled. Well, apparently the baby liked it when he did that and answered him every time he did it. If he had known it sooner, perhaps he would have done it earlier. But well, he still didn't know what to think about all this. It was true that he did feel a little better just like the head nurse had said he would, but that didn't mean any of his doubts had gone away. He only knew that he liked it when the baby kicked; even if he had ended up in this situation.
But this was all that perverted Kanda's fault. He scoffed with force, fixing the sweater he was wearing until he felt the other exorcist's hands on his shoulders. He looked up, silver eyes meeting dark blue ones.
"Kanda?"
The other leaned down a bit to kiss him, a chaste kiss, something rare in the Japanese. Allen blinked in confusion at that; surprised with Kanda's gentle treatment, who had grabbed Allen by his hips, pulling him closer to his larger body. Saying nothing, the older exorcist leaned his head against one of the English's shoulders. Allen was going to ask what was wrong, why the older of the two was acting like this after being so rude to Link. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck, running his fingers through those long black tresses, starting to worry for real now.
"Do you feel okay? Are you tired?"
"Che."
Allen frowned when he heard him click his tongue, though he couldn't say anything else because Kanda's hands had gone from his hips to his ass, causing a dark blush to bloom on his cheeks after he had battled so hard to get rid of the crimson color minutes before.
"Bakanda!"
"Shh, don't make so much noise, Moyashi," the other whispered in his ear, making him feel a deep shudder run up his spine. "That bastard only gave us half an hour and we have to make the best of it."
After saying that, Kanda gently bit the lobe of his ear, unwillingly making Allen let out one of those many embarrassing sounds he hated. Damn Bakanda. He squeezed his eyes shut at the same time he unconsciously pressed himself closer to the older man's body, freezing when he felt his stomach touch the Japanese's abdomen. The red color on his cheeks grew darker. This wasn't supposed to happen, Allen hadn't come for this.
But this was Kanda. Allen was sure that, if he ever told anyone who wasn't Lavi the things Kanda did to him, they wouldn't believe him. Anyone who saw the Japanese would say the man was asexual, that he wasn't the least bit interested in those type of things and that Allen was crazy for even suggesting such a thing. Of course not, they would never believe that the grumpy and antisocial exorcist was the one who was lustily touching him while he pressed wet kisses against Allen's pale throat. He swallowed nervously again, long locks tangled around his slim fingers, pulling those black tresses loose from their binding. He received a grunt from the other exorcist for this, making him laugh softly when Kanda's hot breath tickled his damp throat.
"Moyashi."
Allen blinked before closing his eyes when Kanda kissed him again, this one deeper than the last one. Right, Kanda was a damn perverted bastard, but he also made him feel good in a way he couldn't fully comprehend yet. But he returned the kiss as best as he could, trying not to stay behind. But even so, he wasn't going to let Kanda take him in a place like this. Eyes fluttering open, he grinned when an idea came to his head, dead sure that it would work and that the Japanese would have no other option but to reduce everything to kisses and touches (which would definitely not hurt, unlike the 'other thing'}.
"There's no lubricant here, Bakanda," he said, very softly, as if embarrassed to say such a thing out loud; gently pushing the other away with his left hand.
"Don't worry about that."
He could barely even see him in the darkness of the room, but that conceited smile was unmistakable. What the hell? Kanda wouldn't dare! Or would he? He was really beginning to regret ever coming here. He tightly closed his eyes, trying to pull away from Kanda even more when the man grabbed him by his right arm to pull him away from the door. Allen was confused, wasn't the Japanese supposedly afraid of hurting him? Or at least that was what he had said before, perhaps his arousal was making him forget that.
Startled, he let out a small gasp when Kanda picked him up and placed him on what felt like a table. Allen looked at his surroundings, still nervous around the strange environment and because the lack of light made it impossible for him to see what the other was doing. His lids almost fell shut when he felt Kanda's breath fan his neck again while the older exorcist pulled the cream colored sweater open, the task fairly easy since the buttons were already undone. He was touching him so gently, almost as if he wanted the younger boy to relax despite everything else. Of course that when he practically pulled his pants off by force everything the Japanese had managed to do went down the drain.
"Why do you still wear them, Moyashi? There's no need, they're so easy to take off. And you look better without them."
"Damn bastard, give them back!" he demanded, even while knowing that his cheeks were even redder now after hearing that stupid comment.
"Che. Of course not."
He felt another shudder run through his body when Kanda slipped his hands inside the nightgown, shamelessly caressing his thighs while all Allen could do was lean against the table using both hands. The samurai's hands were rough, a bit calloused, due the handling of his katana. But he had already gotten used to Kanda's touch, so the only thing that was annoying him was that the idiot had to do this to him here of all places, when Allen would have preferred the oaf's room. He didn't like that, he preferred Kanda's bed, a place he knew and didn't make him feel like he was at a disadvantage. So he decided to play a couple of his cards to stop Kanda from going any further. Plan already formulating in his head, he drew a small mischievous smile on his face.
"Are you really going to do it like this, without anything to prepare me? I think it will be a bit uncomfortable. For both of us."
He tried to use the softest tone possible, trying to make that hard-headed imbecile see reason. Allen saw a ray of hope when the other stopped touching him and looked at him through the darkness. Then Kanda kissed him chastely again, the English youth smiling widely in victory.
"Shut up already, idiot." Allen opened his mouth in surprise at that answer, though what made him feel queasy and a bit green around the gills was what came next. "I have the lubricant with me, so stop bitching."
"Y-you have the lubricant with you? But you were training! Why the hell do you have that with you!?" he exclaimed, pointing at him despite that the taller man calmly grabbed the hand he was using (the right one) to place it back on the table. Allen looked at him, even more confused than before.
"You never known when and where I'm gonna be in the mood to fuck you, Moyashi. It's obvious I should be prepared."
Allen couldn't believe what he was hearing. No, nobody would believe this man was actually a damn and shameless pervert. Although he couldn't continue dwelling on that thought because Kanda grabbed him by his waist to bring him closer to the edge of the table. He immediately grabbed onto the other's shoulders, a bit startled by the sudden movement.
"Bakanda!"
"Sorry, Moyashi, but we don't have any time for foreplay today."
Great, hearing that only made him tense even more. Even so Allen couldn't stop looking at him; barely being able to see how Kanda's right hand reached into the back of his pants to, precisely, take out the little bottle Lavi had given him. He wasn't kidding, damn it. Kanda forced him to pull away from his chest, making Allen have to brace himself against the table again, in a pretty uncomfortable position by the way. Although that was nothing compared to Kanda grabbing one of Allen's legs to lift it up in the air after having quickly taken off his underclothes. He felt like killing him, cheeks burning up in humiliation for being in this lewd position when he felt something cold and damp on his entrance.
"What-what…? It's cold, imbecile!"
"Che. I forgot to warm it up for you, idiot. Just bear it for a little longer, crybaby."
"Ngh, bastard."
He couldn't say anything else because one of Kanda's fingers had slid inside of him, making him wince in discomfort. He wondered if there would ever come a day when he would get used to feeling of the Japanese's fingers inside of his body without any pain or that strange feeling he got in the pit of his stomach. He curled his fingers around the border of the table while he bit his lower lip when a second fingers was added in after the first, moving in and out while they tried to stretch him further. Gasping for breath, he let his achromatic hair cover his face, looking at the other side while Kanda continued to prepare him with one hand while the other one held him by his calf so he wouldn't close his legs. Allen felt so embarrassed in this position; so exposed and open. He let out another gasp along with a soft moan of pain when the samurai introduced a third finger. Damn Bakanda. He never gave him any time to get used to his movements, the ones which were getting even faster an deeper then they had been before.
Even so he arched his back when he felt one of those intruding fingers touch that hidden place in his body, tightly gritting his teeth as sweat ran down his brow. He closed his eyes with force, burning in shame while he tried to drown out those embarrassing moans.
"Ah, looks like I found it."
He was going to snap at him for saying something so embarrassing if not because Kanda brushed that place again and again. He couldn't bear it, he wanted to scream, wanted to tell him to stop because otherwise he would end up coming right here despite that he still felt a bit of pain. Another shudder ran through his body when the Japanese brought their faces closer to whisper in his ear, voice soft but not inaudible:
"Want me to put it in yet? Come on, tell me to stick in already."
He drowned out another moan, oval nails clawing the table, stubbornly shaking his head despite…despite…
Silver eyes widened, his scream muffled by Kanda's lips as he kissed him; those fingers were no longer in his body, had been replaced almost immediately by the Japanese's fully erect shaft. He still wasn't fully in, Allen couldn't feel the other's hips against his ass yet. His cheeks turned crimson, and he took a deep mouthful of air when Kanda pulled away to begin kissing his neck while he thrust inside of him.
Allen could barely hold onto the border of the table; Kanda's pace was uncomfortable and painful, but despite that he felt a bit of pleasure every time the older exorcist's erection entered his body, the slick feeling of that hot rod sending shivers throughout his body. It still seemed impossible for him to feel good when the sensation of the lubricant inside of him while Kanda's cock slid in relatively easy inside of his body was a bit unpleasant; besides, the sound of wet skin against skin that could be heard with every movement of the other's hips, it all embarrassed him so much.
"You're so tight. It always feels so good to be inside of you, Moyashi."
He hated it when he talked like that, he loathed it because it did nothing but make his situation even worse, because the blush on his cheeks only grew even hotter.
"Kan-da."
It wasn't right, it wasn't okay for him to like it despite that it hurt. He shook his had again, as if trying to convince himself that he was right. But it was when he felt the other go in even deeper than he thought was possible that he couldn't help but moan rather loudly, no longer bracing himself against the table as he choose to wrap his arms around Kanda's neck, burying his face in one of the man's shoulders to muffle those little embarrassing sounds escaping his mouth.
Kanda seemed to be enjoying it even more now that he was this embarrassed, one of his hands abandoning the younger exorcist's hips to touch the boy's body inside the nightgown. Allen bit his lower lip when he felt the other gently pinch one of his nipples using two fingers. He tried not to move too much anymore, barely able to feel the table underneath him now and, the truth was that he really didn't want to fall off. Although it wasn't as if he could put much thought into that, not when the damn bastard wouldn't stop moving. How could that pervert hold on for so long when Allen himself could barely keep up with him? That bastard, it was already beginning to hurt even more and the other wasn't even the slightest bit perturbed.
"S-stop it…Ugh."
"Not yet, Moyashi," he heard him say between pants while he squeezed his hips, pushing into him even faster.
"It hu-rts."
"Che. Bear it a little longer."
He always asked him to hold on a little longer. Allen let his eyes fall shut, curling up against the older man's neck without once failing to feel Kanda's movements inside his body. He tried to wrap his legs around the Japanese's waist to have a better leverage, but his prominent stomach wouldn't let him get close enough. Although he immediately stopped thinking about that when he heard the other's exorcist's breathing grow even heavier. He was about to finish. Swallowing, Allen shook his head again.
"N-no. Not in-side."
The other exorcist laughed, thrusting into him a bit harder to emphasize his amusement as he pretended not to have heard him. Allen frowned despite that his cheeks were still red and that little moans slipped past his tightly pressed lips once in a while. He had let him come inside of him despite that he didn't like it, because he thought it was considerate or something like that. But it was too much, every day it got harder for him to clean himself as the months went by. He asked him not to do it, thought that seemed to incite him even more. Bastard, he would always be a bastard. Angry tears prickling the corners of his eyes, he gritted his teeth.
"You'd rather I come in your mouth, Moyashi?"
"S-Shut it! Agh!"
Bastard, he was definitely a bastard. He pulled on his hair as best as he could, though that didn't seem to bother the other in the least, so he only gripped the dark-haired man's shirt as he tried not to lose his balance. He couldn't help it. Breathing heavily, Allen curses under his breath when he heard the other exorcist let out a grunt at the same time that warm and sticky liquid filled the recesses of his body. Nails digging into the samurai's back, he let out a sound of discomfort. Damn it. Kanda braced his hands against the table, placing his body on top of Allen's without completely leaning against him. Even though he could feel a bit of pressure, could feel that hot liquid running down his thighs when the other finally pulled away, the boy blushing when Kanda's shaft was retracted from his body with a wet plop.
"Bakanda…you asshole."
Allen heard him laugh, blinking at him as the man pulled himself to his feet and buttoned his trousers. He was still laying down on the uncomfortable table, that liquid pooling between his inner-thighs despite that he was trying to close his legs. Angry blush on his cheeks, he looked at the Japanese with fury while he muttered a couple of curses behind gritted teeth.
"You're going to get yourself and the table even dirtier if you keep laying down like that," Kanda said, with an air of smugness that only made him even angrier.
"How the hell do you expect me to reach the bathrooms like this, idiot? That's why I told you not to do it!" he snapped, still mad, fully aware that his cheeks were dyed an intense crimson color.
"Che. Just squeeze your legs together a bit more."
"What?!"
He was going to punch him. By God was he going to punch him if not because someone was knocking on the door. It was Link, right on time. He sighed with a little bit of difficulty, carefully sitting up as he tried to ignore the pain he felt attacking his hips and legs. He wasn't expecting Kanda to help him, which was why he looked at him with confusion. Although the great oaf shouldn't think that that would be enough to make Allen forgive him for, once again (damn it), doing that to him. He grabbed his pants and his underclothes from the floor, closing one eye in discomfort. Luckily his pants were big on him and wouldn't get dirty. Still angry, he bit his lower lip.
"Damn Bakanda."
"Stop complaining, idiot."
"Bastard. Don't even think we're doing it again tomorrow."
"Oi, you can't decide that by yourself."
"Of course I can."
He hid his smile when he saw the older exorcist's face. Good, it was a just punishment that would get even worse if the other ever tried to act smart with him in the future. He placed his hands on his hips, seconds away from laughing and pointing to drive the humiliation home when the other grabbed him by his face to kiss him. Another soft kiss, chaste and innocent. Allen could feel Kanda's fingers losing themselves in his achromatic hair. The taller of the two pulled away to lock his dark blue eyes with his silver ones, almost as if he were apologizing. But it wasn't enough, of course not.
"You're still not getting any sex tomorrow."
"Che. For fuck's sake, Moyashi."
He laughed, poking fun at the other as he walked towards the exit. The inspector had already opened the door and had probably seen them kissing. But he didn't care, Link was more than aware of what they did together and if he had only seen that kiss than it was okay. Oh, he wasn't even giving the matter importance any more and he didn't know if that was a good thing or not. He sighed.
"Bye, Bakanda."
"Whatever, stupid Moyashi."
Allen smiled, satisfied.
Though that didn't mean everything was okay now. He could still feel that sticky and uncomfortable liquid inside himself, which was why he wanted to reach the bathrooms as soon as possible. That's why he hated it when Kanda did that, he couldn't fall asleep comfortably until he was clean. It was true that when he was on missions it wasn't always possible for him to take a shower before going to sleep, but that was different. Very different. His cheeks flushed again, so he ended up rubbing them with the back of his hand, as if that would get rid of the red color.
He sighed in relief when he reached his destination. Good thing they had separate shower stalls, because he wouldn't be able to bear having to shower in front of other people. People that, without a doubt, looked at him as soon as he entered the bathrooms. Smiling a bit nervously, he bowed his head before quickly heading to one of the stalls to get clean. He cursed him again and again: that damn and shameless bastard, that stupid Bakanda. He scoffed with fury, taking off the cream colored sweater without noticing that Timcanpy had gotten stuck inside the garment; then he took off the nightgown and his pants. Tucking a stray lock behind his ear, he went inside the shower stall wearing the last of his clothes. He closed his eyes, thankful that Link had decided it wasn't necessary to look at him while he watched over him, making him feel a lot calmer.
Allen carefully took off the last of his clothes, clicking his tongue because he knew he himself would have to wash it. That Bakanda. One day, one of these days he would make him pay for everything he had done to him. His thoughts remained stuck on that when he opened the faucet, letting the warm water soak him completely at the same time he closed his eyes and begged the red color to leave his cheeks once and for all as he introduced one of his fingers inside his body to clean himself. Unpleasant, it was so unpleasant. A new wave of anger took over him while he tried to get rid of that idiot's semen.
When he finally managed to finish his task he remained quiet, tired, simply letting the water run down his exhausted and tired body. He had to come up with a way to make that asshole pay, though he preferred to relax and think nothing of the subject as he showered.
One of his silver eyes fluttered open as he suddenly remembered something. He placed his right hand on his stomach, waiting for a response that sadly didn't come. He bit his lower lip, although this time with an expression of anguish on his face. Why wasn't he answering him? Was he mad at him? Or perhaps, it was only…
"You fell asleep, didn't you?"
He drew a small smile on his lips, gently caressing his abdomen.
"I'm sure it's just that."
He was talking to himself. He had finally gone crazy, although he had been pretty sure of that fact himself ever since he had begun to pursue a relationship with that Bakanda. He smiled again without knowing why he felt so happy when seconds ago he had been furious. He looked at the ceiling, blinking. There were many doubts in his head, too many. But for some unknown reason he couldn't comprehend he had stopped worrying about them right now. He closed his eyes and murmured something else again.
"You know what? Your father is a complete idiot, but he really likes you. I think he likes me too, although I'm not too sure about that since he still behaves like an asshole with me, but that's probably because that's just his real, disgusting personality," he laughed softly, his eyes still closed. "Let's make a deal you and I. We'll share Bakanda, okay? That way I'll be sure you'll have someone who loves you as much as you deserve to be loved. Deal?"
Allen knew he wouldn't get an answer, but he didn't care. He didn't even care that Link was probably listening or that Timcanpy was somewhere there spying on him. He only opened his eyes, that gentle smile still on his lips.
"It's a deal then."
+To be continued…+
Final Notes: Augh, the fluff, it burns me! This chapter was very…um, sweet, and it made me sort of sad that the hardest part for me to translate was the p0rn -sweats- I had to rewrite so many sentences when it came to that, really. Also, a million apologies for this being so late. I've been on a family vacation all this time and just returned about two days ago, and despite that I had a lot of fun, I'm sorry for making you dears wait this long -bows head-
(1)-…eh, if you don't know what this is, well, you can try looking it up…?
Now, for something I've been wanting to do for years…
KIRIBAN- Since the DGM Bing Bang is on its way, I've written a lot of ideas for the project, only to end up discarding them when my partners shook their heads at me and said 'no'. So, I want to give my babies a warm home, and have decided to make a contest out of it. Whoever reaches the 240th review first, gets a Yullen One-shot of their choice from KIS's folder of Yullen/Lucky/1827/and many others fics (and maybe, maybe if I'm willing to part with them, a drawing from my tablet), and if I don't already have your choice done, I'll write it up just for you! Any questions and concerns you may have about this contest (and the future ones) send us a message, and we will gladly answer them for you. Ciao, and thanks so much for reading -blows kisses-