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Getting Sick of This
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Allen just honestly couldn't understand what the Hell was wrong with him nowadays. Honestly, whenever he unexpectedly came face to face with the raven-haired sword-wielding idiot he went from being perfectly healthy (well, considering his grave injuries, almost) to feverish and exhausted within ten seconds, his face flushed and his legs barely even keeping him upright.
This proved to be surprisingly unnerving for both members of the Asian Branch along with Froi Tiedoll's team, so people in both camps went off to find some sort of scientific explanation to what ailment had gotten to the white-haired exorcist. Once it was determined that Kanda Yu also suffered from something similar, people started speculating on whether this weird sickness was contagious, and, soon enough the scientists came up with a theory.
Maybe this mysterious ailment was only contracted by Innocence accommodators, as only two exorcists had been struck by it up to that point?
This particular theory was soon disproven however, as some girl named Roufa from the science department of the Asian Branch also contracted the mysterious illness after having spent time around Allen Walker. It was at this point that some people started considering putting Allen Walker, the suspected source of infection, into some sort of quarantine, but it was at that point Branch Leader Bak Chan, to some renowned as some sort of genius, finally figured out the true nature of this mysterious ailment.
"Lovesickness," he calmly announced, because he certainly had experience with it from his crush on Lenalee Lee.
"Then, what should be done about Walker and the others that have been infected?" came the question from Bak's assistant and nearly constant companion Wong.
"Nah," Bak said, smiling as he waved his hand in a dismissing gesture. "Lovesickness usually only last for short periods at the time, so they'll get over it soon enough… However, while Roufa will no doubt be alright once Walker is gone from this place I do believe that both Kanda and Walker have contracted a quite strong version judging by the seeming absence of their earlier animosity that I have heard so many rumors about…"
"I believe the saying goes: the more they fight, the better they get along," Wong said, shuffling through some papers. "In such case, would Walker and Kanda be considered to be best friends?"
The smile on Bak's face turned outright evil. "Oh, with the influence of lovesickness it's a great risk that their former rivalry will become one of those… what-do-you-call-them… friends with benefits."
Hearing this, his assistant Wong face-faulted before finally nodding in understanding. "True, true… should this occur however I have little doubt that there will be at least some raised eyebrows from the church, alongside a squeal of happiness from all the closet fan girls in the Order…"
"Exactly," Bak agreed, rubbing his hands as a scheming smirk adorned his face. "Which is perfect, because one of my spies back at Headquarters told me that Lenalee had this thing for Walker, but if I can somehow convince her that Walker is gay then she'll no doubt come running to me for comfort and then we'll live happily ever after and there's not a thing that bastard of a siscon Komui can do about it…"
"Is that your evil master plan, Leader?" Wong asked. "You've truly outdone yourself this time around…" … in more ways than one…
"I know," Bak gloated. "I spent an entire hour on it."
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Meanwhile, Kanda, who was in the middle of a training session with Fou, was seriously starting to question his sanity as his head just wouldn't stay clear and was constantly clouded by thoughts of that damn Bean Sprout.
Said Bean Sprout was present in the training room as well, sitting cross-legged with his back against the wall while reading a book, using his relatively uninjured human limb to turn the page, as his other arm, the one with the Innocence, was still heavily bandaged and put in a sling. There was also a bandage wrapped around the white-haired teenager's head, as said teen had somehow, at the point he'd first laid eyes on Kanda that morning, gone off to the nearest stone wall and proceeded to try to smash his own head in by the looks of it. He'd been stopped soon enough of course, but his forehead was still heavily bruised and bleeding when they'd finally managed to drag him away from there and they nearly had to sedate him in order for him to stay still while they were patching him up.
Really, injuring himself like that.
Still, whatever the Hell the Sprout may have sought to accomplish by doing that, it was true that the earlier rash that was on his cheeks whenever Kanda saw him had decreased somewhat, bringing the teen's skin somewhat closer to its normal hue.
And, considering the fact that Kanda himself had been bothered by a similar rash, he actually found himself wondering whether slamming your head into the wall several times in a row would be even remotely helpful in ridding himself of whatever bug he'd caught from having to spend too much time around the Sprout.
Parrying another blow from Fou, Kanda spared a glance at Allen, who suddenly looked up at him as if sensing he was being watched. That small motion was far enough of a distraction for Fou to land a hit on him, sending him straight into a nearby wall with a great amount of force. Kanda slid down to the floor, temporarily winded.
Man… what the Hell was that?
"Really," Allen said, speaking up for the first time in a long while as he sent a wry look in Kanda's direction. "I'm seriously getting sick of this. Had my other arm not been out of function right now I would honestly give a standing ovation to your blatant show of stupidity, BaKanda."
Said exorcist, who had just about recovered from the hit and was getting back to his feet, underwent an emotional 180 and glared murderously at him for a couple of seconds while getting a better grip onto his sword before dashing forward, obviously intent on killing the white-haired pest while he had the opportunity to do so.
Allen however just continued staring impassively at the positively murderous samurai running towards him, discarding the book while getting to his feet at an easy pace and calmly leaning his back onto the wall again.
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Meanwhile, Bak and Wong, who'd been keeping an eye on the proceedings through the monitors, came to a startling realization.
"Crap, he's going to try and kill him," Bak said, dramatically slapping his forehead. "Damn it, my evil master plan to live happily ever after will be ruined!"
"Indeed," Wong calmly agreed, taking another sip out of his tea. "It will be ruined."
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Allen looked amazingly calm when the tip of Kanda's sword imbedded itself into the stone wall right next to his head, slicing off a couple of hairs.
"You missed," he said, completely unaffected by the killing intent which was basically radiating from his opponent. "You know, had you just gone for a horizontal slash instead of just thrusting it forward you would probably have had my head by…"
He was roughly grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled upwards by one irate samurai, who then proceeded to silence him with his lips. Allen himself, shell-shocked at having his mouth ravaged by a man who looked quite ready to kill him just a couple of seconds ago, tried very best to get said man off him by any means at his disposal. However, as it appeared he was basically trapped with his back against the wall with Kanda towering over him while seemingly snogging him senseless, or rather, from Allen's point of view, depriving him of some seriously needed oxygen.
Oh crap…
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Bak Chan's mouth hung open and he was not alone; even Wong looked a bit shocked about the rather unexpected turn of events and if the monitors were to be believed, so was Fou and Allen.
"Oh my God," the leader of the Asian Branch finally said as his mind fully registered what he was seeing. "Please tell me we're recording this?"
Wong immediately snapped out of his shock and into his assistant persona, "Of course we are, Lord Bak."
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Meanwhile, Allen's brain was working on high-speed while he was still struggling to get loose.
So Kanda failed with nailing me with the sword and settled for the next best thing; killing me by asphyxiation… crap, my head's going…
Feeling like he was about to faint/die from lack of oxygen Allen finally resorted to some really dirty but oh so desperate measures.
First, he bit the tongue ravaging his mouth and thereby gained the momentum needed to break the kiss and head-butt his assailant, which in turn granted him the momentum to place a well aimed kick into said assailant's crotch area. As Kanda then nearly keeled over Allen simply walked away, and although his left arm was still in a sling and his right one was holding onto the book he'd picked up again, he managed to look quite elegant when he did so, sporting yet another swelling spot on his forehead, which had started bleeding again.
"Holy cow, Walker," Fou said. "That was one Hell of a show…"
Allen's only reply consisted of a wide grin in her direction as he made his way to the exit, only to fall to the floor in an unconscious state a couple of meters later.
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