A/N: Hello, my dear readers and welcome to another chapter! I finally finished my projects and all the tests are coming away! Geometry is so hard though and I am seriously fading away really fast in that class...
So you guys get this chapter because I finally finished my report! And because I need a stress-reliever.
This is also dedicated to my best friend who wrote her first fanfiction! I am so proud of her! (tears up and wipes them away)
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, Kanda would come up with random (yet really obvious and pathetic) excuses on why he's following Allen like the one below.
"I'm not stalking you… I just happen to be going the same way as you."
For the most part, Allen forgot what had transpired the other day as well as Kanda. They both had made a silent agreement with each other that nothing happened and if anyone asked, they would say that it was a lie and that Lavi was hallucinating.
And Allen was keeping up on that promise. Kanda... was not. Oh, he was keeping the second part of their agreement but he refused to admit that what happened yesterday was not something. He would be damned if the dense beansprout didn't feel anything either. And as a result, this had happened.
Earlier that day...
"Stop following me, Bakanda!" Allen spun around for the fourth time on his way to the cafeteria. He glared at the man who was smirking at him like his words were a hilarious joke.
"Che. I'm not following you, you idiot beansprout," Kanda retorted, "I need to eat too, you know."
The shorter teen rolled his eyes and ignored the insufferable exorcist. He turned back and continued storming down his way to the cafeteria. He was pretty sure that Kanda was following him. To prove his point, he stopped all of a sudden. The footsteps behind him stopped too. At once, Allen launched into a full sprint, flying down the hall as fast as he could. Behind him, he heard loud footsteps as if the person behind him was trying to chase him.
Yes, Allen was very positive that Kanda was stalking him.
His stomach rumbled forcefully, stopping his game of Make-Kanda-Chase-Me and he opened the door to the dining hall. All chatter ceased and for a second, Allen wondered if someone had died but to his dismay, he found that all stares were centered on him... or rather, who was behind him.
"Moyashi, why the hell did you just run?" Kanda's low voice came from behind him. Allen froze and walked stiffly to the food counter.
Just ignore him. Allen thought in his mind. He'll go away soon enough... aw, who am I kidding? He's Bakanda! I'm screwed!
"Good morning, Allen-chan!" Jerry giggled, eying the white-haired boy's disheveled look. "You look like a tornado hit you."
"Something like that," Allen nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to the ever-present Japanese man.
"Tell you what," Jerry grinned and leaned in closer to the child as if telling a great secret. "I baked a few pies this morning and they're fresh from the oven. I had them originally saved for lunch but just for you, you can take your pick at some."
The young boy's eyes brightened at the mention of sweets.
"Really?" he asked excitedly as the chef nodded. "Then I'll have a half a pumpkin pie, half a cherry pie, and an apple pie. Umm... And I'd like maple syrup and pancakes, French toast with powdered sugar, eggs and bacon, a few scones, some blueberry and chocolate muffins, and a glass of orange juice please!"
"All in large portions, I assume?" Jerry asked, smiling knowingly.
"Yes, please!" Allen beamed brightly.
"Allen-chan!" a redheaded blur suddenly launched into to him, knocking him over. From behind him, Kanda twitched and inside, he felt rage boiling in the pit of his stomach. The rabbit was going to die for touching his Allen.
Oh yes! He is yours! Anyone that touches Kanda Yu's property is dead meat!
"Lavi!" the cursed exorcist smiled at his friend, oblivious to the fact that he was on the ground. "Good morning."
"Oi, baka usagi," Kanda growled, anger making him lose control of himself. Uh oh... I think the green monster just got to him. "What the fuck are you still doing hanging over the moyashi like that?"
Mugen came next and slid above Lavi's neck. Any movement on the future Bookman's part would result in instant death.
But Lavi, being the oh-so-playful and death-wish-wielding rabbit he was did not flinch but instead, took the bait.
"What, Yuu-chan?" the emerald-eyed teen snickered amusingly. "Please don't tell me you're jealous."
Anyone within a five foot radius, be it finder, scientist, or even exorcists who had risked their lives more than a thousand times, hurried away. Yes, Kanda was that scary and homicidal when mad.
"Shut up!" the raven-haired teen snarled, maneuvering the sword so that it pricked the redhead on the neck.
"Augh!" Allen shrieked from his position at the sight of his friend's blood. "Stop this!" He slid himself from under Lavi easily and dusted himself off.
"Moyashi-chan?" Lavi blinked.
"My name is Allen!" he spoke back out of habit. "And can you please stop fighting? I do not need this right now."
"What don't you need, beansprout?" Kanda glared at Allen evenly. "Why the fuck have you been avoiding me?"
"I haven't been avoiding you!" Allen sputtered indignantly before immediately retaliating, "Why have you been following me? Are you a stalker or something? Because, I swear, I doubted you back there."
"I'll be going now," Lavi squeaked in the background, totally forgotten. Because, despite walking on the edge of the River Styx more than a couple of times (courtesy of some near death experiences with Kanda and Mugen), he valued his skin, and going between the two exorcists right now was a suicide mission. He scurried back to Lenalee quickly as both teens glared at the other.
"Here's your food, Allen-chan!" Jerry decided to interrupt the tension that was between the two. Allen broke eye contact first.
"Thank you, Jerry-san," Allen smiled politely with a bit more of saccharine sweetness than necessary before storming off to where Lenalee and Lavi sat.
The cursed exorcist slammed his tray down and huffed.
"Good morning, Allen-kun!" Lenalee greeted as if nothing happened. Being in the Order for most of your life did that to you. You ignore all threats except akuma. "What happened between you and Kanda just now?"
"Nothing," the albino teen pouted, taking a fork and stabbing it into his pie with every bit of anger he had.
From the food counter, Kanda glowered at Allen.
"Soba," he spoke to Jerry who already knew what the cranky exorcist needed and went to prepare the item.
Kanda took his tray and headed for his lone table but his gaze turned to Lavi and Allen who were talking quite happily with each other (in his line of vision). And that in itself made him boil with jealousy.
"-and so Allen, Yuu-chan is just being very clingy to you today," Lavi finished off his explanation. The cursed exorcist nodded right before someone shoved him aside and sat where he sat before.
"What the hell?" Allen glared at the taller teen. Lavi grinned as he was pushed to the side too. Now Kanda was sitting between the two, effectively parting them.
"It's okay, Allen-chan!" Lavi smiled knowingly before getting up. "I'll see you later, okay?"
"I have charts to give to Komui-nii-chan," Lenalee excused herself. Allen realized what they were doing but they were gone before he could do anything about it.
So now he was alone with Kanda in the middle of the dining hall. With everyone staring at them. It was uncomfortable in more ways than one. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and what little patience he had left snapped. He made to get up and leave even though his plate was still half full.
"Where do you think you're going, moyashi?" Kanda's navy blue eyes stared into his silver ones. Allen found himself turning bright red and he honestly did not know why.
"Why do you care?" he asked before going off. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
Oh, Lord. Not this again. Allen groaned and turned around.
"Why the hell are you following me?" the white-haired teen asked.
"I am not following you, idiot," Kanda shot back. "I'm just going the same way as you. Stop thinking the world revolves around you."
Allen's eyes widened. That was the most pathetic and worthless excuse he had heard in his life.
"Fine, I think I'll go to the library," he decided to push his limits and test them. "Lavi said he wanted to meet me there." Allen added a smug smile for kicks.
He spun on his heel and headed toward the library but a large hand clasped his wrist.
"Don't go," Kanda said, eyes hidden by his bangs.
"Why?" Allen pressed onward.
The swordsman mumbled something inaudible and Allen brushed it off.
"We need to talk about yesterday," Kanda said again. The small boy immediately blushed to the roots of his hair. He had successfully pushed whatever memories he had about yesterday into the little corner of his brain that he had also shoved the years he had spent with Cross, but now the memories came surging forward.
"Why did you do it?" Allen asked, suddenly needing physical contact. He leaned toward Kanda's touch and his tongue flicked over his lips, moistening them. "Do you obsess about me, Kanda?"
The raven-haired man turned the barest shade of pink when he looked at the younger teen who was looking at him with the most sexiest look he had ever seen.
He's irresistible. Just take him already!
Oh. His inner monologue was back. And this time, he did as was suggested.
"Come here, beansprout," he dragged the boy by the wrist to his room. Allen said nothing but followed him.
When they were behind the doors, Kanda locked them in. Allen stood in the middle of the room, taking in the gloomy atmosphere.
The glass window attracted him the most. It was broken in a few places but it was the only source of light in the room besides a small flower standing on the night table.
"It's so pretty," Allen breathed, kneeling down to the flower. It was a lotus in an hourglass and the glow it emitted captivated him. His fingers hesitantly went to the glass as if the fragile time piece would be shattered if anything but a gentle touch came near. His fingers brushed against the glass and to his surprise, it was warm and didn't feel like glass at all. He stroked the warm surface a few times, completely entranced in it.
"Moyashi?" Kanda blinked and shuddered. The feeling of soft fingers running over his chest was odd yet comforting. He saw Allen who was touching his lotus flower and realized what was happening.
"Kanda," Allen whispered. This flower did not belong in such a depressing place. It deserved more light and warmth than what it could generate alone. "What is this?"
The older exorcist did not answer but pulled the smaller boy to his feet and kissed him. He felt Allen stiffen but the cursed teen didn't pull away. It was soft and the child was pliant under his demanding lips. The boy was inexperienced and clumsy to Kanda's happiness.
Good. I am the only one allowed to touch him. Kanda thought darkly.
Trembling hands wrapped shyly around his neck and he slowly stroked the boy's lips with his tongue, asking for entrance, which Allen complied. It was hot, it was passionate, and nothing could have compared with this delicious taste on the white-haired teen's tongue. It was a sweet honey and milk flavor that enveloped him so fully and he wanted so dearly to just devour the boy whole.
"Ngh... K-Kanda," Allen panted heavily and desperately, separating slightly for breath. "N-No more..." A thin trail of saliva connected their lips. Kanda didn't allow him enough time and instead connected their lips again and again. Each time, his tongue delved deeper, drowning himself in the boy's scent and tasting the sinfully delicious taste.
Both teens parted again for air, mostly because Allen's knees had collapsed on him and the boy looked ready to faint from lack of air.
"T-That doesn't e-explain a-any... thing," the young boy stuttered, his face crimson. Kanda smirked.
"You aggravate the hell out of me with your fake gentleman act, it sickens me to watch you 'help' those who are already going to die but you try anyway, your face is the essence of all things weak-willed and pitiable," Kanda listed off Allen's faults. "The way you jump into situations with your emotions running wild is absolutely stupid. How much you eat and your actual size totally does not make sense nor is it human, and above all, the hero complex you have around you is fucking annoying."
The teen's silver eyes suddenly became sharp and he frowned at him. "Well, I'm sorry."
"Let me finish, beansprout, before you start jumping to conclusions," Kanda silenced Allen with his trademark glare. "And yet despite all that, I can't help but see your face when I sleep. I can't help but want you to myself. I don't fucking know what I'm feeling and frankly, I don't fucking care but I know that it's something. Is that selfish of me?"
Allen stared at the older man blankly. Was that another confession? And in the span of two days? Thousands of questions flew around his head, demanding to be answered. Instead, he pulled himself up using the leverage he had and met Kanda's lips with his own in a short yet sweet kiss. There was understanding and acceptance in that one kiss and it overflowed Kanda's cold heart.
The barriers were broken down and he accepted all of Allen fully. The emotion in his chest grew stronger and all his desire burst forward.
"I love you too," Allen whispered, smiling softly. That was it. Those four words meant more to the raven-haired man more than anything.
Kanda turned red at seeing his new love with such an adorable face.
"Oi, moyashi," Kanda went to the nightstand and pulled out a black and white checkered box. It was a present he had just so conveniently bought one day when Marie and General Tiedoll had dragged him out (against his will, of course) to go to the market. He had seen it in one of the stands and it reminded him of the boy.
It was a black and white bead bracelet similar to the wooden beaded one he had on his wrist ever since he was a child. Except the middle bead on the one he bought was blood red like Allen's curse. The smooth lacquer finish on the beads made them glimmer in the dim lighting.
"It's beautiful, Kanda," the look on Allen's face was worth it. Surprise filled those stormy grey eyes and gratitude shone in the pale face of the teen. Kanda helped the boy slip it on his wrist and allowed the boy to admire it. "Thank you so much."
"Wear it forever," the older man stared at Allen seriously.
"Bakanda," he laughed, embracing him. "Of course I will. And return…" Allen slipped the red necktie he always wore off and ordered Kanda to turn around. He flinched when he felt the white ribbon he used to tie up his hair loosen before it came off completely. Soft and gentle hands combed his long hair back up into the ponytail he kept it in and the red ribbon was wrapped securely around. "There. Perfect."
"Moyashi?" Kanda asked, touching the red ribbon in his hair with care.
"Never lose it," Allen replied with a serious expression that mirrored Kanda's own from before. "Keep it forever."
"Che, you don't have to tell me," Kanda captured the boy's lips with his again. And this time, Allen kissed back wholeheartedly.
A/N: There! I think I covered the next stage: Making sure no one but yourself is near the object of your affection and gift giving. Although, Kanda isn't the type to give gifts and Allen isn't the type to accept them from stoic bastards who just so happens to like him. Ehehehe... but they're special like that so it works out!
Also, this is not over yet. Nope, this does not end with fluffy happy lovey-dovey stuff. Now, I have to cover the darker side of obsession. It will be fun... fufufufufu....
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