Sauntering into the front room, where Kanda was standing glaring at a can of paint- Allen plops the other by the can already on the floor. "You're an idiot." Kanda mutters under his breath.
"So are you. Lets get started shall we?" Allen says, smiling brightly in the most sarcastic manner she could muster. Which causes Kanda to turn his glare towards Allen, who was very nearly immune to its effects now.
"Che." Kanda knew he was right, his action was rash and beansprout had every right to be pissed. But seriously, fuck the guy. Kanda wasn't stupid, he saw he was seeing red, you don't fucking mess with people in that state. You'll end up beat black and blue best case scenario- with beansprout especially.
He didn't fucking care anymore. Screw it all. Fucking screw it with a screwdriver and shove it up the ass. It was like beansprout was an entirely different person, the look in his eyes and the entire way he carried himself. And frankly, it scared the shit out of Kanda.
It made him realize just how sheltered he'd been his entire life since being adopted. Lavi dragged him to seedy clubs for fun yeah, but on the other hand Allen was one of those people who the police would in fact arrest when raiding said seedy club because Allen would in fact be wiping ass at some card table.
Allen didn't give a shit. He didn't really have a choice based off what Kanda had seen, and Kanda knew deep down he knew absolutely nothing about the brat. And he wasn't quite sure if he wanted it to stay that way or if he'd like to trade in his sweet, sweet ignorance for what was very likely to be absolute hell.
"You do the living room, I don't think I can particularly trust you with the kitchen." Allen says smugly, shit fuck that guy. Kanda attempts to lunge but thinks better of it after remembering his paint splattered hair. "You do know how to paint right?" He adds as an afterthought.
At Kanda's nod Allen lets out the first genuine smile that Kanda had seen in a while. He did in fact know how to tell the difference, in the time he had spent studying Allen's face. The light in his odd eyes that reminded Kanda of the color of steel, or the slight lilt to his lips and tightened muscles.
Running up the stairs she brings down her speakers, one of the few indulgences she's allowed herself, that and her boots really. Taking out her fun phone she flicks through her playlist, finally deciding on one that was suitable to the task ahead.
Marina and the Diamonds blasts through the house loudly, and Allen finds herself humming along. While paint is rolled on the wall she finds herself singing, her husky alto somehow complimenting Marina's voice.
Suddenly another voice joins in, a tenor- sweet and clear. Allen realizes with a start its Kanda, singing along from the other room. She nearly snorts, sudden laughter has the habit of doing that to a person. But still, peering around the doorframe and seeing Kanda, Kanda of all people, singing? It was comical.
And rather sweet if she thought about it too much, which she did. The fucking man, seriously the nerve of him. Crouching over the tin, pouring in paint, his face blank and his mouth moving with words coming out.
Then he notices her laughter, and stops to her dismay. "Tell the rabbit and I'll fucking kill you." He says.
"I'm good. Also, figured it be good blackmail material sooner or later." Allen replies. "You play any instruments?"
"Fuck off." Kanda mutters, then as an afterthought he adds in, "the violin." Which causes Allen to stare, and to bend over laughing. She might have died if Kanda hadn't lunged with murderous intent.
All of this led to this particular and rather compromising position, somehow Kanda had gotten Allen pinned to the floor underneath him and god it was difficult to maintain control. And then, and then Allen fucking stuck his tongue out like a six year old.
And then Allen, with her thin wiry body, wiggles out of underneath Kanda and sits on his back with a plop. Which makes Kanda collapse because goddamn she was way heavier than she looked.
"I wouldn't mind playing with you sometime you know." She says, quietly still seated on a very, very angry Kanda's back.
"Get the fuck off of me." Kanda growls.
"Okay. Its not fun anymore anyway." Allen says, hopping off. Kanda sits upright and glares while rubbing his lower back.
"I'll fucking play with you if you don't tell the rabbit." He says after a few minutes of silence. Allen just grins and walks off toward the kitchen again.
The sound of music rouses Kanda out of his trance slightly, and he winces after placing the brush down. He'd been painting a lot longer then he thought apparently. The music was coming from one of the rooms off the kitchen, so he follows the soft piano.
Allen was seated on the floor, with that battered keyboard on his lap, he was playing furiously. Watching entranced, Kanda realizes he's singing too. Softly, he can barely make out the words.
"Suspended above earth, you dream a thousand dreams, dreaming, dreaming… forever trickling down
On the night when silver eyes were trembling," Shit. It wasn't right, she couldn't remember the other words, and she knew there were others. They came in bits and pieces, she couldn't ever remember the entire thing, and she had the feeling that she needed to.
It hurt her really, not remembering. But she guess remembering hurt more sometimes, she vaguely feels the tear sliding down her cheek.
"Mana, where are we going next?" Allen asks, a slight frown on her face. Her arm hurt, and she wasn't in a good mood. Plus, it was pouring down rain and they had to carry their things to the next bus stop. She was cold and that just made everything worse.
"Honestly Allen I don't really know, but you know the trick?" At Allen's slight shake of the head he smiles slightly and continues. "You keep walking no matter what. Sooner or later you'll get to the place you're supposed to be."
The bus never came, so they stayed in a cheap motel. Then Mana looked at her, his eyes slightly sad. He took her away from that place, to a large building. "We're going to meet Neah here." He had said, looking around at the crumbling walls.
But Neah wasn't there. He wasn't and then neither was Mana. Then Allen was all alone, and she could feel her world shatter more than it already had before. That's when she realized there was more than one of her inside, when there would be times she couldn't remember anything. Cross would scream at her for drinking his booze but she never even touched the bottle.
She'd get in trouble, once a man stopped her because he said she had mugged him and he wanted his money back. She'd been able to fight to get away, not before being shown a picture of her in the act. She couldn't remember though, she couldn't remember at all and it was scaring the shit out of her since she had lost all control.
She learned then, in those horrible dreary days with Cross, how to manage her mind place. She found doors deep inside she couldn't unlock, and then she went and put some things that hurt a lot behind different locks. She made a different room for each of her other selves, and a common place between. It seemed to help a little with the remembering, most of the time anyway.
Wiping the tear away quickly she glances up, only to find Kanda staring at her with an unreadable expression.
He doesn't say anything though, just shaking his head slightly before leaving the doorway.
Short chapter chapter is short. Goodness, more things to come with a time skip. I just thought fighting Kanda/Allen is cute and stuff. Also, reviews. I feed upon them, they are vital- VITAL i tell you in motivating me into updating on time.
okie dokie, I'll stop now
Aariah out~