___________________-Bad things are not bad, they are just pretending to be good. Which is bad.________________
Kanda was a lawyer. He was a damn good lawyer. He sued many people, bastards who deserved to be skinned nine times, then boiled and then… killed slowly, with a fork stuck in their socket. He has never met anyone, ANYONE who would fondle his buttocks with a depravity that made his hair wither. No one, NO ONE ever had the audacity even touching Kanda's shoulder, yet… The Mole-Man smiled softly, apparently thinking that the suddenly flickering light in the elevator (which is a bad, BAD omen in most horror movies) gave the place that specific romantic glow, created EXCLUSIVELY for pinching someone's butt.
Kanda snarled. He could feel murder slowly invading his thoughts. Images of Apocalypses, Sodom and Gomorrah, the Great Flood, and the Mole-man drowning, being sodomized and bombarded by meteorites (or the fire spat by the sky, as Bible claims) made him drool with excitement and triumph. He grinned, but not with joy, or happiness, or something positive, he grinned with a wicked evilness, like Satan when he read about the death of Christ in Hell Today, Friday edition. The man named Skinn was still sucking his lollipop with no cares in the world; he would just shift sometimes, pushing Kanda further into the Mole-man. The Mole-man was now groping Kanda with a frightening despair, pushing his luck, life and his only chance of a decent death to an end.
And it came quick. The End did. It came with a small blackout. The Mole-man didn't even realize it. He only understood, somewhat hazily, that he was groping a butt, and very large indeed. It was not the Ponytailed-Man's. The Ponytail was now smirking wickedly in a corner, taking advantage of the sudden darkness. Sometimes, when the elasticity of his skin did not allow it, he barked out a crumble of laughter, seeing in the anemic light of his cell phone Skinn's thinking face. The huge man was thinking hard, dammit, he was doing it for the first time in his life.
The lights were now back, shyly glowing in the lamp. Skinn was gaping over his shoulder at the Mole-man. The Mole-man was staring back, his face turning a grassy green. With a small klinck, the lollipop fell on the floor. Mole-man let go silently of the Skinn's elephantine buttock. He was wiping his hand now, the other one was at his mouth, trying to prevent gagging. Skin slowly, oh-so-slowly looked at the floor, where the sorry bits of the shattered lollipop arranged themselves in one wild design. Then he slowly, again, OH SO SLOWLY gaped at the Mole-man started pressing the Open Door button like a completely wacked idiot with a speed of seven hits per second. The elevator did not react. Actually it slowed down, or so Mole-man thought. He was now banging both legs and arms in the closed doors. Skinn quietly gripped his head with one huge palm. The Ponytail snickered. The bastard's going to get what was coming to him. And he did.
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Allen waited. He waited. Waited. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE WAITING???!!!
Kanda said to wait.
Ahh. So there is actually a purpose to this fruitless, horrible labour--waiting... Really? NO... He slumped on his seat, slightly rocking his legs. Eliade was gone, taking the smell of black roses with her. He was alone now, next to a basket of used syringes, napkins and other medical waste. He peered into the inside, curiosity fighting with the decent behavior. Ugh, disgusting. How can people so easily put those needles in their skin? Were they masochists or something?! Ugh, adult world doesn't make sense, that is for sure. But then again, the children's world doesn't make sense either. If it did, he wouldn't be here. He started rocking his legs again, a sudden motion of melancholy overcoming his face. His whole body was numb. His head was numb. Ugh, those pain killers...They killed his sense of touch too. He will have to wait until Kanda comes. Emm, Kanda said he'll be here in ten minutes. Ten minutes! He was already waiting thirty!
"Oi, damn moyashi, I heard you had a migraine and came..." Kanda froze in the doorway with Eliade behind him. His arms that a minute ago tried to get the sticky lollipop out of his tail, fell like two wet ropes. Allen could see his jaw clenching. In a second, that face that usually wore an indifferent scowl, was now white, with thin lips like two knife edges pressed together. Then his eyes changed. They became pale, lifeless, like the eyes of a boiled fish, or a man with a bad hangover. Allen stood up, for an unknown reason feeling guilty and responsible. Kanda slowly backed away, failing to understand what happened. She told him the brat had a headache. A simple, plain, easy-to-get headache. Logically, only the kid's head should be bandaged. The head. Not his face, back, hands, knees... The head. He turned away, grabbing Eliade by the collar.
"You told me he had a migraine. WHY THE HELL IS HE BANDAGED FROM HEAD TO TOE LIKE A FUCKING MUMMY?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE THE HEAD IS?! OH, YOU DON'T?!YOU BITC-"
"Kanda san!! Let her go!! It was my fault!!!" Allen was hanging on his arm. His face cringed unconsciously, without any symmetry. Well, Duh! Half his face was now frozen by painkillers! Plus, it was bandaged. He could easily get the part of a corpse in any movie. Kanda brushed him away, concentrating on Eliade's impassible face. The nurse simply stared at the raging man, sometimes just shifting a bit, to prevent the damage to her throat. Allen was on Kanda again, screeching like a rabid squirrel. The man finally let the woman go, evading the boy's eyes. Eliade simple brushed off some imaginary fine trash off her impressive chest. The scene left her unmoved. She walked to the desk, putting her white robe on, unconsciously (YEAH, RIGHT!!!) turning on every healthy mortal in a radius of five miles.
"You told me-" The man started with a low voice. The way he spoke, the way he held himself here told Allen that he knew this woman before today. She shrugged, putting her legs one over the other. She was wearing red high heels.
"I lied because you would panic. And guess what, dear, I was right." She took out a lighter and a cigarette. Lighting the cancer stick, she blew out a snake of smoke, directly in Kanda's face. The man moved aside, cursing and coughing. He looked more pissed off than ever.
"You old bitch, who do you think you are?" Somehow, this didn't feel relevant. This was a pointless fight, practiced and reiterated for the sake of it. The woman smiled, blowing another ring of smoke. Tch. Damn woman. The man turned away ready to leave.
"Kanda, you should dispose of the boy." Kanda stiffed. His eyes met with the said boy. They were screamingly gray. The boy turned to her, eyes widening. What was she saying? But she did not say anything more.
"Shut up." Kanda murmured, with a strangled voice. The brat was here. He was listening. Why did she-
"Kanda, you're going to have problems." She spoke again, lazily, as if the matter was as important as weather on Mars. Damn, is she going to keep at it?! Tch.
"I told you to shut up. It's not your business." She slowly rose, moving towards the man. The cigarette was now dead, killed by a squeeze.
"Kanda, you already knew? And you're still keeping him?" Her indifferent voice became slightly amused. The man did not respond. He was facing the window, feeling the gray eyes penetrating his back. Eliade watched him, a corner of her lips tugging up. She was now openly mocking the man. Allen gulped loudly, attracting a sneering glare. "I had no idea that our little Kanda had such kinky hobbies... moreover it's an underage kid..." She laughed with a low voice, making the boy shudder. "What would Tiedo-"
"SHUT YER FU-" The man was now irate. His voice was painfully sharp, loud as a bright light. He was pinning her down, ready to strangle the woman. The next second he felt small arms pulling him by the vest. The boy was pale, on the verge of crying.
"Kanda-san, let's go home!" Kanda was almost dragged by a kid several times smaller than him to the door, feeling an unpleasant glare between his shoulder blades.
"He's on painkillers, Kanda, don't let him move too much." Her voice sounded normal again, dry, professional, like a well dessicated sponge. She was leaning on the desk, her bust spilling outside.
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There never was music in the car. Kanda didn't like driving and listening music. He hated music. He would rather let Lavi jump over his dead body that listen music while driving. In short: Music was evil.
"Kanda san, it's ok. It doesn't bother me at all. The things she said were right...emm...i mean... I am different. I mean, you picked me up from the lowest gutter-" The man glanced at him with a death glare. His face was dark and a bit ferocious. He really resembled a furious panther right now.
"Shut up. You're annoying." Allen was rocked by jazz now, some kind of abstract one. Kanda put it on, in a way trying to discourage dialogue. He did that when he was upset, or when Lavi was present. Yet, because he was always upset when Lavi was around, there was no big difference. The man's furrowed brow told the boy that it is best to leave him alone and in peace. He sighed, looking tiredly at the window. It was raining again. He was living with Kanda for eighteen days now. Eighteen. The music discretely entered his ears like water, filling his head with bubbling sounds, strange noises, and a dim, aquatic light.
"Oi, brat, does it hurt?" The boy groaned. The light was gone, replaced by a loud darkness that pierced his eyes. Then it dissipated when Kanda pulled the shades up. The city invaded the room with a nocturne rainbow, probably created by the moon.
"Mmmm... K-kanda san... My face... It hurts..." Tch. The effect of the painkillers was dying now. The boy was sobbing, feverish and pale. His face was colored in that disgusting white of a fish belly. What the hell happened, anyway? Damn, he couldn't ask. He tried to ask but the boy stubbornly insisted that the he fell on the stairs. Tch. WHAT KIND OF SADISTIC STAIRS WERE THEY, MUTILATING HIM HEAD TO TOE? Damn stairs. He could be more original. Crap. What the hell was he doing? Kanda brusquely retreated his hand that was caressing Allen's hair. Damn kid. The boy was groaning now, shifting painfully on the bed.
It hurt. It hurt so much he could die. An scalding fire was licking his face and back, making him writhe in agony. It hurt. Sometimes, the boy could feel something heavy and cold stroking his head. Then the source disappeared, leaving hell behind. A few moments later it returned, hesitantly caressing his cheek. Strange.
"Damn brat, why do you always, always get in trouble..." Kanda curled on the small bed, trying to fit his ridiculously long legs in. The brat was calling him every two minutes, making him run from one bedroom to another. Allen was whimpering now, pain biting the small body mercilessly. He could see Kanda's now black eyes cringe in a painful smile, his big hands holding his body from the violent shaking and twitching. He couldn't give him painkillers now. That surely would send him into a coma.
"Kanda san?" he squeezed the words out. It hurt even to breath. Kanda bent down, the black cool mane covering is face soothingly.
"Mmmmm?"
"You are not g-going to-to leave...are you?" The man scowled. He was looking away, yet those big cool hands were covering Allen's eyes with a soft, gentle touch.
"Who the hell is going to leave? I live here, you know!" The brat's lips twitched. He was trying to smile. It even hurt to smile. The cut was now as low as his chin. It will make him utterly horrid.
"K-Kanda san..." He was sobbing again, this time completely conscious. The salt pricked his skin painfully, reminding of his new acquisition. Kanda pulled him nearer, sliding an arm under his head. The boy sniffled, trying to calm the activity of his nose. It was so strange... When people cry, for a reason he did not get, the nose would act up, filling with mucus. Kanda sighed, pulling the box with tissues closer.
"W-why are bad things happening to me?" Why? Good question. Kanda looked up, trying to think of an answer. None. Zero. A good few minutes passed before he could think of an answer.
"I don't know..." he responded silently. Allen was sleeping now. His face was finally peaceful, as if he were dead. Why? Why was his life so unfair? Kanda too was an orphan. He too was in that house he hated, he too...
Nah, Tiedoll adopted him, he received a very prestigious education. He had brains, looks and money. He had everything he ever wanted, yet...
"I don't know, kid... May be these are not bad things, who knows..." He sleepily pulled the blue cover over his double folded body.
Crap. His toes were outside, crying and abandoned.
Tch.
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I have NO IDEA how Kanda replaced his rear with Skinn's. You'll have to ask him that. Sorry that the chapter is short and uneventful. I have two major papers to write plus a damn seven page project about Antigone. Which is a play by Sofocles. Who you should know, the guy is amazing.