A/N: I finally updated this story! Yes! Originally, I thought about dropping this story but I read through the first chapter and I thought how it was so unfulfilling so I decided to continue. So please enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Stage Two of Obsession
Allen's eyes suddenly flew open and he sat up quickly, holding his blankets in front of him like a girl.
There was a very awkward pause between the two where none of them moved.
"K-Kanda?" the cursed boy finally choked out, not believing what his cursed and not cursed eyes told him. Akuma? Nope. That must meant that he was delusional. Kanda, the person who alleged hated him and was out for his blood was in his room.
The cog's in the white-haired boy's head turned and suddenly he knew why he was here.
"Oh holy deities-," Allen cried, his pale face going even paler. "Please don't tell me you've finally snapped and come to kill me in my sleep!"
"Calm down, baka moyashi," Kanda smirked although on the inside he was panicking like no other, "I just came to return your coat."
"How the hell did you get in my room?!" Allen shrieked, his voice reaching a very high octave for a boy his age.
He thought about what to say but though of something else.
Kanda's hand went to his sword. Maybe if he reacted fast enough, he could knock out the boy before anything he'd regret would happen. And if he was lucky enough, the white-haired exorcist wouldn't remember anything or would think that this was all a stress-induced dream.
"Eh?" Allen sat up, tangling himself in his sheets. "Aah!" He slammed head first onto the floor, knocking himself out. The fall was more than enough for a huge headache and maybe even a concussion.
Kanda stared at Allen slumped on the floor for a moment before bursting out into silent laughter.
"How stupid can you get, idiot moyashi?" he sighed, regaining his stoic composure. The swordsman stepped over Allen and wrapped his arms around the boy's limbs, pulling the body up and back onto the bed. He drew up the covers, and patted them down in an almost affectionate manner before going over to the window. "Good night, beansprout."
Giving one last glance at his stupid yet lovable beansprout, he jumped out and began his very long ascension down the wall.
"I swear on my life, Lavi!" Allen glared at his friend who was at this moment laughing his head off. "Kanda was in my room last night!"
Both Allen and Lavi were in the dining hall eating breakfast. Well, more like Lavi having breakfast and Allen eating a pile of food that could feed an army.
"Yeah, and Lenalee actually owns a skirt of decent length," Lavi said sarcastically before he went into thinking mode. "Do you think Yuu-chan was there to molest you in your sleep?"
"WHAT!" the white-haired boy almost had a heart attack. He choked on the bagel he was chewing and pounded on his chest to dislodge it.
"Kidding, kidding!" the redhead put his hands up apologetically.
"That wasn't funny," he glowered. "But why was he in my room? And the weirdest thing is, he left a plate of dango on my table."
"I bet you ate it even though it's from the resident iceberg," Lavi grinned mischievously.
Allen's blush was enough confirmation for Lavi.
"You did eat it!" the future bookman squealed with unadulterated glee.
"I was hungry and it was just lying there-" Allen stammered an excuse but Lavi cut in.
"Aw... it's like those trashy romantic novels where the guy brings roses to the girl through the balcony!" he doubled over in laughter. "Except you're both guys and it's a plate of dango. It cannot get more twisted than this!"
"Lavi!" the cursed teen whined. "This is not funny! Stop laughing! ... And how the hell do you what those trashy romance novels contain?"
The laughter stopped and Lavi, being the incredible genius he was did the best thing any normal guy would in a situation like this.
"Oh look! There's Yuu-chan! Go say 'hi' for me!" the redhead hauled the smaller child to his feet and practically hurled him toward Kanda who was ordering his morning soba and green tea meal.
"Ack!" Allen cried as he slammed into the raven-haired samurai's back. His face turned red as he held onto the back of the other's exorcist coat to keep himself from falling to the ground.
The air around the dining hall was suddenly very tense as both exorcists and finders awaited the Japanese exorcist's reactions. One could never be sure what torture would be in store when Kanda was in rage.
"I'm sorry!" Allen automatically let go of the older man when he had righted himself. Said exorcist turned around and stared at Allen with cold sapphire eyes.
The room held their breath, waiting for the violent reaction that was Kanda.
But there was nothing. Only the normal glare and look of distain was thrown at the cursed child before the swordsman turned around to get his meal.
Both Allen and the rest of the Dark Order let out a breath of relief. It seemed that the dining hall would be spared for today. Score one for Komui and the Dark Order's funds.
"What's wrong with Yuu-chan today?" Lavi asked when Allen came back. "He would've slaughtered you by now. And why is your face red, Moyashi-chan?"
Allen's gloved hands went to his cheeks and he felt the warmth that radiated off of them. Why was he blushing?
Lavi's emerald eyes lit up.
"You love him!" Lavi stood up and shouted for the entire world to hear. The whole dining hall turned to face the two.
The cursed teen turned even redder before pulling his rambunctious friend back down.
"I don't!" Allen denied, his eyes shifting left and right before landing on Kanda who was eating his soba and oblivious to their conversation.
"Oh yes you do!" the future bookman crowed, happily. "You're looking at him right now."
Allen's head shifted left and right again before he pulled Lavi up and ran out of the room with him.
Kanda's glare grew in intensity when he saw Allen pulling Lavi away from the dining room.
Why aren't you going after him?
Holy shit. Who the hell was speaking to him? Besides him, there was no one at the table.
Hello, it's your inner monologue. Nice to be of service.
He was going crazy. Only crazy people had inner monologues. He couldn't get lower than this.
Calm down. It's a wonder why that Allen kid loves you. You're like a ticking time bomb just ready to blow up!
"Get out of my head," he snarled, startling some of the people nearest to him. Kanda, the resident stoic bastard, was talking to himself. This day could not get any weirder.
The long-haired man turned to see odd stares directed at him. He stood up and stormed back to his room.
Wrong way, you idiot! Allen is the other way! Who knows what unspeakable things the baka usagi is doing to him?
"Shut up!" he shouted aloud. Unfortunately, Miranda was right next to him and he was facing her when he was talking. Smooth move.
"Eep! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! " she cried, her hands wringing the air in a frazzled manner. "I don't deserve to be in your presence! I'm sorry! I'll jump off the cliff right now!"
"Che," he turned and walked the other way, ignoring the crazed woman while she continued ranting about her plans for suicide.
A door beside him suddenly opened revealing a very content and cheerful Lavi and a slightly ruffled and blushing Allen.
Oh, you could see the wheels in Kanda's head going toward the worst possible conclusion. And something in the pit of his stomach boiled in anger and jealousy.
"Oh, Yuu-chan!" Lavi grinned like a child and practically sang with joy. "Allen had something he wants to say!"
A sword was drawn out and faster than lightning, it was pointing at Lavi. The rabbit instantly clammed up and backed away but he followed.
"Bakanda!" Allen protested, glaring balefully at the taller man. "Don't hurt Lavi!"
"What the hell were you doing with the moyashi?" he bit out, pushing the tip of the blade further.
"Now, now, Yuu-chan!" Lavi laughed nervously. "No need for any hasty reactions. We just talked, that's all. Are you jealous?"
The question caught him off guard. Yes, he was jealous but he would rather wear one of Lenalee's scandalous skirts before admitting it.
"I'll take your silence as a yes!" Lavi beamed. "This is awesome! Just think of what the entire headquarters will say when they find out how much our little samurai boy is hiding!"
The sword stabbed but the rabbit was faster and managed to dodge it. The fear was very prominent right now.
"Shut up, baka usagi," Kanda growled. "I'll give you a 10 second head start."
"Really?" Lavi brightened up. Maybe, just maybe, he could reach his room without any major wounds.
"No," Kanda smirked before chasing after the deranged bunny through the entire headquarters.
"Allen-chan! Help me!" Lavi screamed, running for his life with the devil quite literally on his heels.
But Allen was long gone and nowhere to be found.
Allen, being the naive and innocent child he was, could not believe that Kanda liked him regardless of what Lavi told him. He had poured out his heart and soul for the redhead, finally admitting that he had admired Kanda since the beginning.
Flashback
"That's great, Allen!" Lavi gave him a thumbs up.
"That's not great!" Allen blushed, his face rivaling the colors of a tomato. "I am pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way."
"How do you know for sure?" Lavi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Allen retorted. "He hates my blood and my curse and my hair color and apparently my height. He threatens my life every single day! Skin me alive, cut my 'old man' hair, and just plain stabbing me to death with my organs spilling out! He bloody glares at me whenever he sees me and he probably came into my room last night to strangle me to death so that he could be rid of me!"
When he was finished, his chest was heaving and he realized how much he had said. Lavi blinked in mild shock.
"Wow," he spoke, impressed. "I never knew you had it in you. Besides that, I'm pretty sure Kanda likes you. He obviously stares as you all the time. You said so yourself. Glaring at you is probably his way of showing affection. I mean, come on, this is Yuu-chan we're talking about. He isn't the most sociable person on the planet."
"Explain why he was in my room then," the white-haired teen demanded.
"He's an awkward person," Lavi offered. "So he probably wanted to give you his little present without anyone finding out."
This made sense but a five-minute explanation was not going to cover six months of insults, glaring, and downright threats.
End Flashback
His head ached and he headed toward the bathing areas, hoping that the steam would ease some tension. He chose to go around midnight where he was sure the bathes would be empty at this late at night.
Carrying his towel, a change of clothing, and his necessities, he made his way down the barely lit corridors. His footsteps echoed along the wide halls. That was when he noticed the first shadow.
It was brief and flitted on the stones quickly but Allen's eyes caught it before it disappeared. Possibilities ran in his head. Noah? Akuma? A fellow exorcist? None of them seem very likely (the first two for the obvious reason of the security and the third because of the time) and he ignored it, continuing down the hall in a leisurely pace.
He made it to his destination, located the showers, and began stripping himself of his vest and white shirt.
A sound like a sharp breath being taken in rang in his ears. Allen turned around quickly to find no one behind him. The voice along with the shadow was gone. Who was there? His head turned back to the shower mechanically. The fingers of his normal arm touched the green cross on his Innocence arm reassuringly. Whatever was following him, he was ready to attack.
He glanced at the walls and doors warily before tying a white towel around his waist and entering the onsen pool area.
Allen's body slipped into the hot onsen-style bath appreciatively. He let out a small sigh of contentment and slowly worked out any knots on his body. It was relaxing and he had the entire onsen to himself. His head reclined on one of the rocks surrounding the bath and he let himself drift. The problems and confusion in his mind melted like rain and he sunk lower into the water, going between consciousness and unconsciousness. His silvery eyes closed and he succumbed to the tempting sleep.
"Oi, moyashi!" a gurgling voice jolted him awake and he realized that he was underwater. The hot water burned his eyes and he involuntarily sucked in a lungful of it. Allen choked and thrashed wildly for a moment, unable to find his footing against the slippery smooth floor of the bath. He registered the sound of someone swimming over to him and lifting him up.
Allen coughed, his arms encircling the person's neck as he was carried like a child to the edge of the pool where he was dropped so that only his calves and feet were submerged in the water. His savior did not get out of the pool. He rubbed his eyes furiously but a large hand took his and gently wiped his eyes with a soft towel.
He opened his eyes. They stung a little but he could clearly see the face wrought with condescending worry.
"K-Kanda?" Allen blushed, feeling slightly faint and self-conscious. The samurai's piercing gaze eyed him up and down.
"Idiot!" he snapped, flaring anger evident in his tone. "You were about to drown to death! What the hell were you thinking going to the onsen by yourself?"
"I-I just wanted to take a bath," Allen stuttered back. This was not a good time to face him. "And how did you find me here?"
The cold gaze was turned away and an improbable thought hit him.
"D-Did you follow me here?" the white-haired boy shrieked, embarrassment clear in his stormy grey eyes. His eyes wandered around Kanda's form. He was still in his exorcist uniform (it was probably soaked thoroughly now) and his long raven hair was floating serenely on the surface of the water. He finally realized that Kanda's hands were still clasped around his hips and let out a scream of surprise.
"Calm down, moyashi!" Kanda's hands clasped his mouth. "Do you want the wake the entire headquarters?"
Allen blanched. Kanda was with him and he was partially naked. Kanda had his hands around his hips and he was sitting in front of him. His head suddenly felt very dizzy and he slumped forward, onto the swordsman's shoulders.
"O-Oi! Beansprout!" Kanda turned slightly pink. He had better control of his emotions than most people and thus restrained from pouncing on the boy right then and there. Barely. "Beansprout! Get a hold of yourself! Stay awake, damn it!"
What now? He had an unconscious beansprout/love of his life/the source of his mental turmoil in his arms right now and he was soaked to the bone in the public bathing area. If this didn't spell kinky, he didn't know what did.
A/N: And here you are! I have covered what I thought was the second stage of obsession: stalking! Who doesn't love a possessive seme stalking a scared uke? I know you all love it! Don't you dare deny it!
Please review if you liked it!