____________Angels become devils behind the wheel. People become Satan himself_____-
"IT'S SWEET!!! WHO THE HELL PUT SUGAR IN MY TEA???" Kanda spat his stomach into the sink. His tea, his black, bitter, healthy tea with bergamot was now officially infected with that sticky, disgusting dust. He spat again, a fine trail of saliva united his lips with the drain. He choked again, hearing a giggle in the background. That little damn…
"Brat!" Kanda wiped his mouth, ready to attack. Allen innocently stared, sucking the strawberry milk through a colorful straw. Responding to the creepy glaring he simply smiled, cocking his head:
"I didn't do it! I'm innocent!" Kanda snapped.
"YEAH, RIGHT!!! AND I'M A WOMAN!!" Allen raised a brow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Really? I knew it!" The man choked. His teeth were gritting, the irritation turning into fury.
"I'll kill you, damn demon!" The boy waived his hand.
"I heard that before. You threaten me every day without actions." He jumped off the high chair, his good arm wiping the lips. Kanda's eyes dangerously glinted.
" So, I don't stay by my words, eh?" The boy stared, alarmed. This was going somewhere he didn't mean to.
"T-that's n-not-"
"So, I just blabber out words and promises without materializing them, no?" Kanda sneered. The brat started to panic. He negatively waived his hands in front of him, shaking the head like a dizzy cat.
"This is NOT what I meant!" The man smiled sinisterly, making Allen cringe in terror.
"Well, brat, I believe I promised I'll take you to the eye appointment today, no?"
"I don't want to! They'll cut me!" The runt was on the verge of tears. His lower lip trembled, and he bit it ferociously, trying to contain the tears. Kanda smirked. This was fun.
"We'll go to your school today."
"I don't want to! I don-WHAT?????" His eyes were now kicked open, mouth hanging, and the hair rose as after a bomb attack.
"We're going to school? TODAY?" Kanda nodded, crossing his arms. The brat was so simple. Allen slowly sat on the floor. He was too filled with emotions to speak.
"Brat, are you coming? I'll start the car. I expect you down in five seconds." The door screeched and died. Kanda left. The boy was already rumbling through the clothes, searching for the appropriate attire. Ha! Found them. His favorite jeans.
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"Kanda-san, why did you change your mind about the appointment?" Kanda was stuck in the traffic. He hated the whole world. The damn brat didn't help. The driver in front of his car was a woman, meaning she was doing her make up right now, ignoring the three millimeters that opened in front of her.
"Kanda-san?" The man snarled. What was even more annoying, it was this damn kid. He kept asking the same question third time already.
"Would you shut up? I'm kind of trying to concentrate here!" Allen lowered his head, mumbling an inaudible 'sorry.' Tch. He overdid it. Allen poked his fingers. Damn, those stupid drivers, in their idiotic cars, CAN'T THEY JUST MOVE, FLY, OR DO SOMETHING!?!? He cursed loudly again, hitting the signal. The car honked like a mad goose. Allen frowned.
"Kanda-san, those people are as irritated as you are. Don-" That did it.
"Agh! Those bastards! I'll strangle those stupid fucking camels with their own belts!" Probably thinking about that deeply, the machine column was now moving slowly, like a dead turtle.
A man cut them off as soon as the opportunity arrived. He showed Kanda the finger, making him boil with fury. Allen scowled. This was getting worse by second. Kanda was short tempered, but this could blow his fuse. It did. The car sped up at a frightening rate. The trees were zooming away with a dizzying velocity. The car in the front sped up, leaving Kanda behind. The brunet started remembering the mother of the Finger-Man, his father, the mongrels that were his brothers, and other etceteras.
The boy glanced at the dials and froze. They were flying at a speed of 90mi/h on a 30mi/h street. He gulped, looking helplessly at the man next to him. Kanda was gritting his teeth, chasing the black Cadillac with the Finger Man inside.
"Kanda-san, you're going too fast…" No response, just crude swears. Alarmed, Allen looked back. The rest of the cars were driving at a reasonable rate, yet they were so far behind…The boy's voice rose higher, full of fear and concern.
"Kanda-san! What are you doing?! We're going to crash into something! Please, slow down!" Kanda-san did not respond. He was now really close to winning. He tensed, arching his back like a cat before jumping. That bastard is going down! The dials showed 120. Allen closed his eyes. His seat belt was cutting through the stomach. He was sick. He had to get out.
"KANDA-SAN! STOP THIS INSTANT! I SAID, STOP!" Kanda blinked, feeling a strong grip on his shoulder. Tch. The brat was there, his face pale and furious. The car slowed down, gradually taking the regular speed. It stopped then by the road, the motor grumping upset. The Finger Man was now long gone, not even a trace of his presence was important or valued. Kanda turned to the brat, eyeing him with a badly covered up annoyance.
"What? Do you need to take a piss?" The car door was slammed into its rightful place. The seat was empty. Allen was rapidly pacing away, his arm dangling like a piece of wet rope. Tch. Now what does he do?
"Oi! Brat! Where the hell are you going?" His shout was still hiding hints of annoyance and anger. Allen started to run. Did he want to go to the bathroom that badly? No, that wasn't it. The kid ran past the bathrooms, entering the park. Something was definitely wrong. Kanda jumped out of the car, slamming the door. It didn't want to close. He kicked it. Tch, that's going to leave a dent.
"Oi, moyashi! Where the hell are you running?" A few people turned their heads; one took out the cell phone, looking at Kanda. Crap. This was getting bad. He picked up his pace, running across the street into the park. Allen was quickly darting in front of him. His white T-shirt was bright and strongly resonated with the hair. In the dark alley there were no people, only moss and squirrels. Tch, he ran fart. Well duh! He was so light; the wind could take him like a balloon! A few giant leaps and Kanda was in front of the kid, closing all the opportunities of escaping.
"What the hell are you doing?" He bent down, trying to catch his eyes. What he caught was a small sharp fist in the nose. He blocked it out of reflex, his brain still remaining behind. The kid was now yelling like a banshee, gathering some bums around.
'"Let go of me! Don't you dare touch me!" Allen was shrieking with a hoarse voice, shielding his face. Kanda gritted his teeth. What was his problem? He hated public spectacles the most, and now people were approaching the screeching scene. Tch. He had to stop this, fast. A few women with children approached, poking their noses like some strange, huge, fat birds.
"Stop yelling, damn brat. I don't know what got into you, but stop that at once. You're annoying." Instead of listening to the man, the boy proceeded to struggle, like a small, furious Gorgon. Kanda felt a jolt into his stomach. The brat was kicking and scratching now, as if he were a mad cat. That's it.
"Walker, stop."
The brat froze. Kanda never called him that. He did that only once, before smothering him against the wall. His voice had a guttural blood chilling tone; he was hearing it for the first time. Fear filled the boy, getting down into his knees. Is he mad? He glanced up, Kanda's cold orbs were completely black. He resembled a killer now. A killer with velvet hands.
"Let's go." Kanda's steely palm gripped his own, inexorable and merciless. He felt weak, powerless, being pulled through the streets. The people stared, unsure whether to intervene or just ignore the pair. A plump woman finally gathered her courage, stepping in Kanda's way.
"Sir, what are you doing to that child? I will call the police!" She bent down, meeting Allen's face. "Sweetie, do you know this man? Did he hurt you? Do you wan-" Kanda spat a glance at her, snarling.
"Get the hell out of here, woman. Don't interfere. That's a family issue, not yours. Now get the hell out before I snap."
The woman reddened. Allen started shaking. He could feel the Kanda's hand tightening its grip, crushing his own palm. It hurt. He swallowed the tears. It hurt. He wanted to go home. People yelled. They were crying out, like a wild stampede of birds. Hungry birds. Kanda's hand gripped tighter. The woman was crying out. Shrilly, like a siren. She was now shaking her ample forms, her angry face righteously ugly, like a parrot.
Kanda's jaw squared threateningly. He narrowed his eyes, ready to respond. Allen bit his lip until blood came out. The warm hand became hot now, the blood boiling in the man. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Then everything died. His mind went blank.
"Dad, I want to go home. Let's go home." The woman's voice dissipated. Kanda stared down, fair framing the face in the most Gothic way. He was pale and wordless. Just for two seconds. Then a hoarse grumble came out. "What?"
"I want to go home. My arm hurts." Kanda let him go. His face twitched. He then knelled down to the boy's eye level, just to grip his shoulders.
"What did you call me?" No response, just an indifferent silence. The bird-woman snorted. Kanda frowned, griping his shoulders with a raw force. He was crushing him.
"Kanda-san. You're hurting me." The man let go, his face darkening with disappointment. The sky darkened too, letting down the rain, thin and putrid like a urine sample from a sickly man. It stunk; everything did.
Kanda huddled, feeling those cold, disgusting fingers of rain coming lower to his back. Allen was stumbling behind, his head crestfallen. His hand hurt like hell. The pain, white and blinding, pulsated throughout his brain like a police light, except the colors were different. Black. Then white. Then black again.
He shut his eyes and strangled a cry of pain. His dead arm was pulsing. It awoke like a monster, an ugly and repulsive one. His fingers twitched. It was moving. He stopped, trying to shut it down. He didn't want it to wake up. Not now. Not Ever. It wasn't a part of him. It was a triumph of everything that's evil in this world. This evil was a part of him. And he could do everything to throw it away, yet nothing would work.
The car door closed, smothering the rain and the wind. Kanda sat quietly, listening at the water dripping off his hair. Tch. It was so cold. He looked sideways with one eye, not wanting to show concern. The brat had his eyes closed, shivering with both arms in his chest. His lower lip trembled too, in unison with the body. He even could see his ribs through the wet t-shirt. Crap. This was seriously bad. The man rapidly turned on the heater, closing the back window. The brat let his shoes fall off, wet and heavy. He curled in the front seat, blowing at his fingers. Tch. It was still cold. Kanda leaned toward the back seat, grabbing a blanket. This should work. He tried to wrap it around the kid when Allen spoke clearly, his voice clean of uncertainty and fear.
"My parents died in a car accident." The hand with the blanked hesitated. Then the heavy folds of the woolen material fell on the boy, covering him completely. The brat sneezed.
"I'll bring you some coffee." Kanda put on the jacket he just threw away. A small hand halted his movements just by a touch.
"I don't want to lose anyone else precious to me." Kanda closed his eyes, listening to the rain. It drummed a strange wild rhythm, like the beat of a terrified heart. He didn't want to lose it either. A strange heavy feeling, similar to guilt filled him, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth. Regret.
"Me too, kid." The man put a heavy hand on the boy's covered head. "You're sneezing. If I don't warm you up fast, you'll get sick. I need to bring that damn coffee." Allen nodded. He was too tired to respond. A click, and the silence entered. It was getting warmer now, his shaking stopped. Seriously, why did he dress into a t-shirt in November? He slowly let the seat lower, creating an ideal position to cover his wet and cold toes. They always were cold, his toes. No matter how warm it was, they stubbornly ignored the temperature, creating their own laws of thermodynamics.
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"Here you go, brat. It's hot, be careful." Allen slowly gripped the plastic cup. It was hot. Too hot. Kanda rapidly took the container back, careful not to spill.
"How did that accident happen?" Kanda suddenly asked, his eyes fixated on the front window. Allen stiffed, his eyes peeking under the blanket.
"I can't tell you." Kanda sighed, exhausted. The car was turned on, and he slowly drove through the rain. Allen sipped from the cup. The liquid was delicious. But strawberry milk was the best.
"Can't or won't?" Allen sipped again, this time longer. He had to think how to answer.
"A little bit of both." Tch. Annoying as always. A loud sip was heard again, the hot liquid warming his chest.
"Um, Kanda-san? " The man drove behind a truck. Kanda scowled. He couldn't see the lights.
"Mmmm?" Kanda raised his brows quizzically. Allen nodded, agreeing with someone very invisible. He had to say it.
"Are we still going to school?" Kanda glanced at him. His brows were furrowed. The wet bangs were crawling in his eyes.
"Are you serious?! You're wet as a friggin' dog and you still want to go?!" The boy smiled. That's right. He was wet.
"God, you are one hell of a moyashi!" Allen frowned at the word. It sounded strange.
"Moyashi?"Kanda smirked. This was going to raise his mood.
"Bean Sprout." Allen chocked on his coffee.
"I am NOT! I do not look like a bean sprout! Where did you get that idea?" Kanda chuckled. His bangs were getting drier by the second.
"Yeah, you do. You're skinny, fragile, pale like a dead ghost, and your hair sticks out. A typical bean sprout." Allen pouted. He was in the mood to fight. The empty cup was placed carefully aside, his eyes locked on Kanda's face. He grinned.
"And you are a Girly-man!" The car hollered, sending Allen into the front glass. They were not moving. Allen blinked confused.
'Kanda-san, what happe-"
"Wheredidyouhearthatname?" The boy gulped, getting away. Kanda was practically choking him. His face was the statue dedicated to Rage and Fury, and a well done one, too.
"Um, er…K-k-k-kanda-san? L-l-l-let me g-go? P-please?" The hands hesitated, then let him go. Tch. Damn brat. He started dripping venom, thinking about his half brother, Dasya.
"D-does somebody else call you Gi-" Kanda started the choking exercise once again. The brat had to learn.
"If I hear that name one more time, I'll make sure you will never have children." Allen nodded rapidly, hitting his nose. He certainly did not want to lose his balls… The car drove again into the rain. It sang a strange, soothing march.
"Kanda-san…" His voice was somnolent. He was warm, fuzzy, and the bergamot smell was nearby. He was safe.
"Mmmm?" The brunet glanced to his right. Allen was yawning.
"I think I can move my left hand."
"WHAT?"
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This is a product of my mind when it has no inspiration. Sorry if Kanda looks like a jerk.