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My first A/N was about how reviews made me happy and I jumped around in happiness for five minutes about getting a review on the first day. ;) Yup, they make me that happy. I refuse to believe that I wrote roughly the same amount as the original…I thought I added more detail!

"Moyashi? Are you okay?" Sure Kanda wanted to kill the boy, but that doesn't mean he liked giving people painful deaths. He was more like the kind of person that preferred quick and painless deaths that end your sad misery in a split second.

Kanda took a step towards Allen, but the moment he moved, Allen flinched away from him. Allen hesitantly looked up at Kanda and what he saw in the single stormy grey eye was fear and panic. Tears pooled at the bottom of Allen's eye, but he quickly wiped them away.

"I'm fine. Just get the hell away from me." Allen's eyes and voice turned cold and he sent waves of hatred and disgust at Kanda.

Allen POV

I promptly turned away from him and faced the wall behind me instead. I touched my eyelid and winced when it sent waves of pain coursing throughout my face. I bared the pain as I tried to carefully remove most of the blood around my eye. I slowly opened my eye bit by bit until it was fully open. I closed my right and scowled. I knew it. That bastard cut so hard he ruined my eyeball as well.

The most I could see was blurry shapes. To my left eye, the couch resembled a large potato and creamy white curtains looked like milk being poured. When I looked back at the boy, I screamed loudly making jump at look at me funny.

"What?" We chorused together and glared at each other.

Around the boy's body there was a pale green glow that was hardly noticeable. The funny thing was that his sword was also glowing. The creepy part of this entire situation was how I could see the boy crystal clear. It was as if he would still be clear to my eye even if he was a mile away. I could see every stitching in his clothes and all the dust covering them. Luckily my vision wasn't good enough to see all the bacteria. That would be disgusting.

"Moyashi," He gained my attention but at the same time pissed me off even more. I was not a bean sprout. His face showed slight discomfort but also interest. "You're eye…it's completely red." He pointed to my left eye just to make sure I understood.

I'm not an idiot thank you very much. I opened both eyes and looked for a mirror. The boy watched my useless search before deciding to help me.

"The washroom's down the hall, first left." He stated and watched me scramble up clumsily, running for the washroom. Having blood bleeding in your eye wasn't the most comfortable sensation. I yanked open the bathroom door and turned on the light, staring at my scarred up eye.

"Oh my god." I breathed out and slowly walked closer to the mirror. My left eye was completely blood-red except for the pupil, which stayed black. Even the sclera was red, not just the iris.

I pulled my bottom and top eyelids down and up respectively, to see how far the redness goes. Maybe it was just the blood. The colour traveled to every edge and as far as I could tell, my whole eyeball was red. I rolled it around, trying to get every angle just to make sure. I closed my right eye again and looked at my reflection with just my left. My body was all blurry, unlike the boy, except my eye was clear. Instead of a pale green glow, the green was bright.

I surprised myself. I wasn't freaking out. I felt oddly calm but shook my head. The boy probably gave me drugs or something. I noticed my bloody hands and face and thought right now would probably be a good time to wash them. Helping myself to a load of soap, I washed around my eye gently and scrubbed my hands clean, the tangy scent of iron abusing my nose. I never liked the smell. I rummaged through his cupboard for bandages and found them near the back. I closed my left eye and wrapped it up carefully, being careful not to push down too hard.

I started walking back to the living room but stopped mid step. I don't know who the hell this guy is. He technically kidnapped me and practically rendered my eye useless. Why would I stay with him? I turned a one eighty and headed for the front door. I have to go find Mana anyways. I've been gone for a while.

"Where do you think you're going?" A kitchen knife flew past my head, cutting off a few strands of hair as well as nicking me on the on the cheek. My body recoiled and I nervously turned around to look at the raven-haired boy. I felt blood trail down my cheek but didn't do anything about it. Maybe he would take pity on me since he damaged me so much and let me go.

"I'm going home." My voice sounded more confident than I felt. Being cut twice in one day without prior notice wasn't good for your health.

"And where is your 'home'? The last I saw, you were sleeping on a porch with nothing on but jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of shoes." He looked me up and down and I looked at the clothes I was wearing. I still wore exactly what he described. He didn't give me any extra clothes and the ones I was wearing right now were still damp from the snow.

He leaned on the door frame, watching me as he threw a knife up and catching it, managing not to cut himself. I eyed the knife warily and forced myself not to step back. For all I know, he might be aiming for my heart right now. The light glinted off the metal, making me shut my eyes.

"For your information, I was waiting for someone before you came!" I crossed my arms in front of me and glared at him. "I need to get back now because they won't know where I am." I turned to leave again but the knife he was holding was flung past me again and landed exactly on the hilt of the first one.

I gawked at his aiming skills. The throw was strong enough to push the first one deeper into the door. This guy…he was definitely skilled with knives and sharp pointy objects. His throw was dead on and hit the exact same mark as the first. Not even a millimetre off.

"Well I guess they'll just have to wait. I'm not letting you leave like that. My neighbours will think I abused a random kid off the streets and took their coat, leaving him to freeze to death." He scowled. "That would be a pain to deal with and explain."

When I looked back at him again, I noticed he had a whole basket full of knives. Literally a basket. It wasn't one of those woven baskets from Little Red Riding Hood, it… looked deadly. It was made of plastic like most made during this age, but… I don't know. It just did. Maybe because it had hundreds of throwing knives lying in it. I might be wrong. Hell, I know I'm right. Who wouldn't be intimidated by a basket of knives being thrown by a guy with dead on accuracy? His aim with knives is like shooting a gun from point blank. Deadly and impossible to dodge.

"You did abuse me! They're thinking the right thing then." Except for maybe the 'taking his coat' part. I never had one when he found me in the first place.

The boy didn't answer, instead he walked over to me menacingly with me still stupidly holding my ground. He stopped in front of me and grabbed my collar roughly, dragging me into the kitchen. He made me sit down in a chair and sat across from me. Child abuse. The table was a little on the small side. It could only fit four people but one part could be extended to just barely fit six with a lot of squishing. The table was made of a light wood but was sturdy enough to hold up seven people if they all sat on it.

"You still haven't told me who you are." The boy started and scrutinized me, causing me to shift in my seat awkwardly. The newest additions made by him on my face didn't help me feel less self conscious.

"Neither have you." I countered.

"Touché." We sat in silence, staring at each other, waiting for the other to introduce themselves first.

"Kanda." He broke the silence at long last.

"Allen Walker."

"Are you English?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Hmm, I don't know. Are you Japanese?" I replied sarcastically as he scowled at me.

"How do you know Japanese so well if you're English, moyashi?" I leaned back in my chair and glared at Kanda with my one good eye.

"I am not a moyashi.

"Yes you are. You're short, skinny, and white. If I wanted, I could put a yellow or green hat on your head and you would turn into a real bean sprout. Now answer the damn question." I knew he was right, but I wasn't going to admit that to him. Not even in hell.

"I knew the language ever since I was born. I don't know who my real parents are. I was adopted by Mana and he took care of me ever since." My eyes showed sadness and I guess Kanda noticed. I lightened back up again. I wonder where Mana is. He's probably worried about me. I fretted internally and bit my lip. I miss him.

"Baka." He shook his head at me.

"What? Bakanda!" His comment came out of no where, unless I missed something he said while I was thinking.

"Moyashi."

"Bakanda!"

"Dumbass."

"Bakanda!"

"Is that seriously the only thing you can think of?" My face flushed and I stuttered out a 'no'.

"Usuratonkachi." He replied calmly.

"Bakan-" Something snapped inside me and I thought of a better plan. I jumped up from my chair, flipped the table and knocked Kanda onto the ground.

Round 2, start!

Only 200 more words than before… I though I would do better… *defeated sigh*