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I'm Back!
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Oddly enough, Allen found himself strangely disappointed, waking up in a bed in the Asian Branch of the Black Order without much clue as to how he got there and why people, among them Kanda for God knows what reason, were yelling at him like he'd somehow managed to wreck his freaking Innocence or something. Spotting his bandaged left arm in a sling he swiftly concluded that it wasn't that far from the truth… not really… as he did wreak it before getting high on drugs with one of his supposed enemies, playing a card game, losing, following said supposed enemy home, meeting the Devil himself (The Millennium Earl), knocking himself out using a great amount of painkillers, waking up and joining in on some random contest to find out the most disgusting pairing ever… then his supposed enemy, Tyki Mikk the Noah of Pleasure, told him to go home and after that… nothing.
Oh… then it kind of did make sense that they were currently yelling at him; he did more or less fraternizing with the enemy… sort of. Wait… in such case, how did they know that?
Weary silver-gray eyes blinked a couple of times, trying to find a proper focus. When he failed, he settled for closing them again.
It was around then that somebody started trying to shake him awake again, so Allen, still totally out of it, did whatever your normally sleep deprived teenager does when people try to wake them; he used his right hand to deliver the greatest slap so far in the history of humankind, straight into the face of whoever was in the way. And somebody did get hit, judging by the rather indignant outcry followed by a load of muffled swearwords in a great variety of languages. Allen couldn't stop himself from smiling as he vaguely realized this; it sure was a pity he didn't have his eyes open to see it, but at the moment the version he had inside his imagination proved to be sufficient for his entertainment.
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Kanda Yu, pissed as Hell, continued glaring menacingly at the sleeping form of Allen Walker long after it had been established that the teen had gone back to sleeping/unconsciousness/coma/whatever-they-considered-it-to-be, glaring while rubbing his still sore left cheek while cursing the fact that his warrior instincts and reflexes hadn't saved him from the mockery of certain individuals in the Black Order's Asian Branch… certain individuals like Branch Chief Bak Chan, just to mention one. And for that matter, Kanda found that he was actually relieved that Daisya Barry had kicked the bucket earlier on; in case Daisya had ever heard of this then Kanda was pretty certain that he'd never hear the end of it, but judging from the badly hidden snicker from Noise Marie and not so discreet chuckle from Froi Tiedoll, Kanda suddenly found himself worrying for his reputation as the unbeatable badass samurai no one could ever land a hit on, especially if they ever ran into the rest of the Cross Team (because Lavi couldn't keep his mouth shut even to save his own life). Oh well, if they did find out Kanda just had to do the same thing he always did when people tried making fun of him; he'd point a bloody sword at them.
Honestly, why were they even there in the first place? Team Tiedoll had just conveniently taken a stroll in some bamboo forest nearby since Tiedoll desperately wanted to see a live panda (having insisted that seeing Bookman alive wasn't enough) and instead they found the injured Bean Sprout totally out of it in the middle of a scattered deck of playing cards. Ignoring Kanda's suggestion ("Let's leave him here and let somebody else deal with him") the group had taken the Sprout with them to the conveniently placed Asian Branch where they had been for a good couple of days now, since Allen was still totally out of it along with the fact that the rest of the Cross Team had left him for dead and gone on without him, hence indirectly burdening them, the Tiedoll Team, with him instead. Troublesome.
Nevertheless, there was something very strange with the whole thing, as Lavi had apparently stated (according to the information of that Wong guy who'd apparently met with them) that he'd searched through the whole bamboo forest in a desperate attempt to find the white-haired idiot before uncovering some sort of recording from Timcanpy which pretty much confirmed the white-haired idiot's death only to have said idiot turn up in the same spot less than a day later, with enough drugs in his veins to knock out an elephant… according to the test results anyway. Now how in the Seven Hells was that even possible? The Bean Sprout should've been dead by then, yet there he was, alive and kicking (more like slapping), yet so totally out of it that it wasn't even remotely fun to watch it anymore.
Finally feeling his healing kicking in Kanda felt the throbbing pain in his cheek subside while he continued staring at the sleeping teenager on the bed. So weak, so utterly pitiful, so… angelic. Kanda nearly choked as he'd just realized what the Hell he'd been thinking; had he gotten absolutely insane or something? Kanda checked his own temperature with the back of his hand just to make certain. Nope, no fever. And he hadn't injected any drugs either as far as he was aware, so what the Hell had brought that thought to life? Sleep-deprivation? Post-traumatic stress syndrome?
"BaKanda…" a hoarse voice suddenly spoke to him. "Name the worst threesome in existence?"
Kanda gave the now very much aware white-haired teen an odd look before putting his earlier anger aside, putting on a rather thoughtful expression as he actually considered it for a second.
"The Earl, some guy named Leverrier or something I had the misfortune of meeting once and… pretty much anyone…" Kanda said, tilting his head to the side. "By the way, why are you wondering about that, Baka Moyashi?"
A tense silence lay between them for a couple of seconds, before Allen rolled onto the side, his back facing Kanda.
"No reason," Allen replied. "Now be a good idiot and go get me a f-cking aspirin or go away."
Kanda once again found himself staring, really really staring, at the white-haired idiot. Not glaring, but staring with a great amount of disbelief. Allen Walker, known to most as a civilized and most often utterly polite Englishman, had just a) given him an order b) called him an idiot (why wasn't he getting upset over that) c) made use of bad language. Even if Allen did get a bit ruder whenever Kanda was involved, this was just… odd. And the even odder part was, Kanda complied with it, he f-cking complied with Bean Sprout's demands and went to fetch him a freaking aspirin… without even swearing or complaining about it… On second thought, why did he feel so warm all of a sudden.
Screw the thought of whatever was wrong with Allen; Kanda wondered what the Hell was wrong with himself.
During the brief moment of peace Allen rolled onto his back again, staring at the ceiling as a faint blush rose on his cheeks. "I seriously think the drugs must've f-cked up my brain…"
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