Omigosh, confession! How will this turn out?! Hahahaha, this seems like it's going to be a slightly hard chappie to write. Please review guys!
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"Love, I'm home." The voice sounded dead.
"Finally, h-h-honey! I was starting to feel l-lonely…"
"…" A person coughed. "I'm going up to bed," the other finally said.
"Oh, d-darling," the other voice continued. "How come you always l-leave me?" The other person twitched. "Just give me a….k-k-k-" The voice seemed to stutter and stop, then start again. "…k-ki-ki-ki-"
"Kiss." Someone else said in the back.
"Ah, y-yeah, and I'll be fine." The voice finished quickly.
"I can't," the other deadpanned in a monotonous tone.
"But aren't we in l-lo-lo-lo-love?" The other person twitched quite perceptively.
"Sure." The voice sounded very strained. In the background, a person groaned loudly.
"…T-then why not?"
Kanda lost his patience.
"Because, if I have to listen to any more of your fucking stuttering, then I'm going to rip your head off and throw it out of the fucking window!"
"Kanda!" Komui said indignantly.
The head of long black hair whipped sharply to the professor's direction, his glare drilling holes in his head. Komui gulped.
"Oh come on, Yuu! We both know you're not trying hard enough! And come on, don't you want the chance to kiss your Moyashi?" A bunch of red hair popped up behind Lenalee, who was standing by the side of the classroom, but then disappeared again as Mugen was thrown into the wall where the red hair used to be. It lay quivering in the plaster before finally coming to a stop. Komui jumped up, his face in a snarl.
"Don't you dare do that near my dear Lenalee!"
"Che. Whatever."
Komui took out a large,silver, metallic gun, his glasses glinting evilly. "Are you sure you want to say that?"
"Brother!" Lenalee said exasperatingly.
"Don't aim that at me, baka! I was aiming at Lavi, and I wouldn't hit Lenalee, okay?!" Kanda shouted, slightly nervous.
"Hey, you shouldn't do that! You already gave me a black eye, you know?" Lavi popped up and, true enough, a green and purple ring surrounded his only uncovered eye.
"Like I care. And you deserved it, making us go into those costumes."
"Hey, but you did look beautiful, Kanda-"
"Call me that again and I'll kill you."
"Kanda-!" Allen said scoldingly.
"-And even Allen says so." The albino stopped short.
"Hey, Lavi…" Lenalee said nervously.
Behind, Allen blushed, his hands tightening around the paper script. Kanda, unaware, scoffed, "And how would you know, baka usagi? You don't have any proof."
"He bought the pictures of you." Said the red head smugly, while Kanda fought to control the sudden rush of blood to his cheeks. When he spoke, it sounded strangled.
"…What did you say, rabbit-boy?"
"I said-" but Lavi was whacked down, Lenalee standing by coolly.
"Come on! We have to practice or else all this will be for nothing. And although it will be with my stupid brother, I still want to go on that vacation." She glared at the pair.
"Now, let's do it again."
Kanda che'ed, disappointed, while Allen sighed, full of relief. The albino raised the script and started reciting the lines once again.
It had been a week since Kanda had confessed, and through that whole time, besides the afternoon practices, Allen had fully avoided him. When the Japanese had finally lost his patience and tried to follow Allen to his classes after homeroom, the albino had always successfully sprinted away from him. Truthfully, Kanda didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Allen hadn't replied yet. After all, he had always fully expected to be refused right on the mark, so it had gone far beyond his expectations for him not to be rejected yet. Maybe that meant…no. Kanda shook his head. He shouldn't get those thoughts in his head.
Kanda had to admit though, it had felt a lot better when he confessed his crush on Allen, even if it was only a crush. Although he now got some weird looks from people(the news had spread far, unfortunately for Kanda), it felt as if he was freer and was not as tightly bound to some unknown chains on himself.
Still, he really did not want to do this…this…couple thing. It was completely against his nature. The Japanese sighed.
"Kanda!"
He looked up, then looked down again, reciting the lines, "I'm sorry, but I'm the seme right now. Now just keep quiet."
Allen squeaked and Lavi hid his face behind his hands, choking with laughter. It took Kanda a few seconds before he realized what Lavi had put on his paper. A deathly look came on his face, and taking Mugen out of the wall, he prepared to make the death-blow on the red head.
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Kanda woke up early the next morning, not for something special, but out of regular habit. Dressing in a dark blue track suit, he left the house, meeting the cold air, the sky just tinted with orange. After warming up, he started running past the many houses, towards the center square. Although it was only 5, cars were already running past and people could be seen unlocking the shop doors and preparing for the day.
After a while, Kanda finally dropped on a bench and let his eyes close, thinking about a certain white-haired Moyashi. His long black hair slid silkily down his back and his breath came out in big puffs through the air.
"Kanda?" a voice said with surprise. It sounded very familiar.
His eyes slid open slowly, not believing who he had just heard. Had he really…? Kanda's eyes widened.
There, in front of him, holding a steaming cup of coffee in a disfigured hand, was a head with hair whiter than snow, and a face with a deep red scar running over the left eye. Allen blinked confusedly, his silver eyes half-closed as he seemed to have just woken up. His cheeks were red with the cold, but strangely enough, they seemed to be getting darker and darker with each second.
"Moyashi?"
"Oh, it is you." Allen smiled, then suddenly frowned, "And it's Allen! How many times do I have to tell you?!"
"Che."
Allen rolled his eyes but sat down next to him, rubbing closely against Kanda's arm. Stretching his arm with the coffee toward Kanda, he asked, "Want some?"
Kanda looked at Allen, wondering why he wasn't so embarrassed like he was at school. Maybe he had decided to forget all about it. After a little thought, Kanda decided he was fine with that, if not completely satisfied, as long as Allen didn't keep ignoring him. Taking the coffee, he rubbed it between his hands and smiled slightly.
Noticing, Allen smiled too and leaned back into the seat, wrapping his arms around himself to ward away the cold.
"You cold?" Kanda asked.
"…Yeah, a little."
The Japanese said nothing in return, but instead, after a few moments, took Allen's disfigured hand and held it in his. The albino stiffened at first, making Kanda smirk, but he slowly relaxed and finally returned back to his original position.
As Kanda rubbed his hand, he could feel a scar in the middle and all over the skin was rough and bumpy. But he wasn't disgusted. It was actually quite nice to touch, and it was still warm underneath, despite the rocky skin. The Japanese sighed with contentment and closed his eyes again, still rubbing Allen's hand.
"K-Kanda, I-I've thought about what you said before…"
Kanda opened his eyes, suddenly very aware. He knew Allen was talking about his confession. Slowly, he said, "…yeah?"
Allen closed his eyes and there were a few minutes when he didn't talk.
"I-I don't think…" started Allen, but he stopped again. He breathed in again and let it all out in one breath, saying, "I don't think it's going to work."
A cold silence fell. Kanda didn't reply. But slowly, and ever so quietly, he withdrew his grip on Allen's hand and stood up. Allen couldn't see his face and he started to panic, wondering if Kanda was going to kill him.
"K-Kanda, I-I still want to be friends, it's just that- we're both guys you know? And that-that's against my religion and all- and we can still, I mean, we can still talk to each other and, you know, it doesn't mean I don't like you or anything, I just-" Allen stopped. Kanda had turned around, with a look of extreme pain in his eyes. The albino suddenly felt guilty for turning him down. He tried again.
"Really, Kanda, I-I'm flattered, but I-I don't like you that way." That seemed to set something off. Kanda's dark eyes suddenly turned cold.
"What, you thought I was serious, baka? Like I could ever like you, stupid. Don't think so highly of yourself." The Japanese turned around and left.
A cold, biting wind blew through, where as before it had been completely calm. Allen just stared at Kanda's diminishing body. He…hadn't been serious? And I…I took it seriously...
Allen felt tears gathering in his eyes as he looked at the empty seat beside him. He blamed it on the wind.
And today's the day we'll be a couple, he thought sarcastically.
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Kanda fell back in the alley, letting his depression take over him. What did he expect? For Allen to actually like him back?
Yeah right, don't make me laugh. He never liked me one bit. He's just too polite to say so. Kanda laughed bitterly. But I still snapped back at him…Why can't we just stay friends? Kanda didn't know. Suddenly, he stopped and licked his cheeks, feeling salt water running down. Was he crying? For the Moyashi? Kanda turned around and started bonking his head on the brick wall, willing himself to stop fucking tearing up. A phone call interrupted him and taking his cell out of his side pocket, he flipped it open.
"Yes?" he asked while blood was running down his nose.
"Heey, Yuu! How ya' doing?" Lavi's voice was loud despite the small size of the cell phone.
"Che. Baka. Don't call me Yuu." Kanda rested his eyes again, smiling while he thought that at least Lavi was still normal.
"…Yuu? You okay? You don't sound so good."
"I'm fine. I'll probably be running after your ass in a little while. Just…Just let me rest now."
"Kanda, what's wrong?" said Lavi, now sounding concerned.
"Nothing I didn't expect, though that doesn't make it hurt one less bit." Kanda could feel tears gathering up again and started hitting the back of his head against the wall.
"Yuu, what happened?"
"Just rejection." Lavi stayed silent, listening to the thumps he heard through the cell phone, before slowly replying, "Allen?"
"Wow, how'd you know?" asked Kanda sarcastically. The thumps stopped. "Well, you can't really say you're not surprised right? He always hated me. But stupid me," Kanda laughed again. "I had to get a crush on him. No…not even a crush. I bet it wouldn't hurt this much. This is love right? That heart stopping, sweet love that everyone talks about? The thing that's supposed to make you happy? Wow, guess that last one doesn't apply."
Kanda laughed again, a little hysteria caught in his voice
"Well, you got your gossip right, Rabbit-boy? Bye."
"Wait, Yuu-!" Kanda hung up. Letting his hand fall to the floor, the thumping started again.
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Two hours later, Kanda showed up for school, all dressed in his Black Order uniform. His eyes looked a little puffy, but otherwise he looked the same and the superficial observer wouldn't have noticed anything off about him. Of course, on the inside, Kanda was a mess. Today, they would be doing the couple play and he had just been rejected by his partner. That wouldn't be good. The Japanese growled angrily. It was this stupid competition's fault. The reason his life was in so much turmoil right now. If it hadn't been for this, he would never have confessed, kissed, or held hands with Allen. He would never have wanted more than the occasional talk with the idiotic Moyashi. He would never have kissed those sweet, large lips…tasted that pale, delicate neck…Kanda stopped. Well, he thought. I guess I don't really regret that. He started walking again.
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"Geez, Allen. I never knew you were so wimpy."
"I-I am not!"
"Shhhhhhh!" Allen jumped, guilty. The senior Bookman with his one strand of hair was glaring at him from on top of a ladder. The albino nodded, then turned back to Lavi and Lenalee, whispering again, "I am not!"
Lenalee sighed, shaking her head. "You claimed sick for homeroom when you saw him walk in."
Allen blushed, ducking his head down in the hopes the two wouldn't see it.
"Anyway," she continued. "I thought you liked him."
"I told you I don't!" He looked up, his cheeks red. "I'm flattered, sure, but this is Kanda we're talking about! K-A-N-D-A! You know?!" Allen got another shush from Bookman and again he nodded.
Whispering, he said, "And come on, we fight all the time! I can't even believe he evenlikes me. I mean, I hate him." Or at least I'm supposed to, Allen thought.
"Wow, nice to know how you feel, fuckin' Moyashi." Allen stiffened, hoping to God that that really wasn't Kanda. Unfortunately, it was. A dark, threatening aura was emanating from the Japanese and Lavi and Lenalee smiled nervously.
"Oh, h-hey, Kanda." Lavi said hesitantly.
"Che." He walked past, carrying a book towards Bookman. Allen stared after, hoping, hoping, hoping that this wasn't happening. The albino clutched his chest, wondering what this feeling was.
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"Brother, I want to make hot chocolate!" a girl said in a pouting voice.
"Not now." Said the brother with an exasperating tone.
"Please? Pretty please?" she looked at him with large puppy eyes.
"…ugh, fine. Geez, such an annoying sister." He sighed, running his hand through his hair, and the audience laughed, giggles and guffaws echoing through the stadium.
As the voices went on, Allen nervously watched, sweat dripping off his cheeks. He was peeking at the performance behind the curtains.
"I-I don't think I can do this." He finally said. "How can I say these lines in front of all those people?!"
"Calm down, calm down." Lavi said, quite amused at Allen's frantic waving around. Kanda was nowhere to be seen, but Lavi knew he would show up. Even he wouldn't be so cruel as to leave Allen alone to get humiliated. Either that, or else Lavi would act as Allen's partner and he was pretty sure Kanda wouldn't want that either.
Allen, however, didn't know that and was freaking out about that as well
"Where's Kanda? Where is he? We're next? Oh geez, Oh geez, Oh Geez!" Allen was tearing at his hair, his face red from the tension and the anxiety.
Inside, though, Allen was also freaking about if Kanda did come. It would feel so uncomfortable, considering their recent conversations, which really hadn't turned out well. And with them acting as a couple...Allen sighed.
"Baka Moyashi, we're on." Allen jolted and looked up, seeing Kanda's dark mesmerizing eyes staring back at him. He told himself it was because of the contest that he started feeling his heart beat faster. He didn't know what else could have caused it otherwise. Allen gulped.
"Okay. Let's go."
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The two walked on stage into the bright lights. Allen squinted, momentarily blinded, and the audience cheered at the new pair. Slightly nervous, the albino gave a small smile and waved. Kanda just scowled.
"Now, the infamous couple, Kanda and Allen! The only complete male pair in the contest, they are also going to be the ones acting as a couple! Strange, isn't it, folks?"
The audience gave another cheer and Allen gulped again, feeling his throat suddenly dry up.
"Now, let's see what they've got!" The noise level died down and Allen licked his lips, hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself.
He sighed. "W-when will my l-love come home?" Allen winced inwardly. "I miss him so m-much, I only ever see him in the late afternoons." Allen's voice sounded weak, and he could tell the audience wasn't impressed.
Suddenly, Kanda walked through to the center of the stage, confident as could be.
"Love, I'm home." Allen's eyes widened, surprised. Kanda did not sound dead but sounded slightly more warm, as if he was actually trying. Which he probably was, Allen thought, even by a little. Grudgingly, he had to admit Kanda sounded much better than he did.
"Finally, h-honey! I was starting to feel…lonely…" Allen's voice died down, leaving his words in a mumble to the audience.
"…I'm going to bed now." Completely opposite, Kanda's voice was again loud, confident.
"But, darling? Why do you always leave me?" Allen's voice got stronger. "Just give me a k-" His voice caught. "k-k-k…" Allen could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. Don't tell me he was going to mess it all up this early in the game?! And just because he couldn't pronounce the single word 'kiss'?! He tried again, desperate. "K-k-kii" He closed his eyes, completely humiliated, only to hear the quick tapping of shoes and a familiar smell. And an altogether too familiar feeling of lips on his. Kanda's tongue went into his mouth and licked along the sides, unleashing a quite unintentional moan from Allen's throat. He pressed in deeper, wrapping his arms around Allen's back. Suddenly absorbed in the kiss, Allen pushed in as well, allowing his tongue to meet up with Kanda's, and linked his hands around Kanda's neck. He moaned again, much more audible this time to the audience. Kanda's lips felt so warm…and so nice…Allen could smell lotuses, a subtle sweet smell. He completely forgot where he was.
Pulling back, Kanda looked at Allen's closed eyes, his lips partly open, waiting for more. The audience was deathly quiet as they watched the sudden event of actual yaoi occurring on the stage.
The Japanese smiled. "You mean a kiss?"
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Ahahahaha, I'm ending it there. Geez, such a cruddy chapter T.T Darn…oh well! REVIEW!