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Allen woke up rocking. And no, not the guitar and drums and crazy hair color and studs in all the wrong places kind of rocking, but the kind that induces nausea. We know what kind of eater Allen is. We know how much food he can pack into that black hole of a stomach. Hell, Lavi, Kanda, Komui, Lenalee, even the entire Order and Allen himself knows. But the poor white-haired exorcist had absolutely no idea he'd puke this much.
"Blargh!!" went Allen onto the nearest place not near him he could. Faintly, he could hear someone screaming bloody murder, but till he got everything out of his system, he was incoherent and ill. After what seemed like ages, Allen finally was comfortable enough to say, "Ugh." He wiped his mouth carefully on his sleeve, and began looking around to see where he was.
He resided in a fair-sized cabin with two beds, and by the room's movements, he judged they were on a ship. Hmm, the accommodations are pretty nice, thought Allen. He noticed two suitcases near the door. Wait a minute. Allen equals one. Allen only has one suitcase. So there only should be one suitcase; Allen's. Then everything came back to him in a rush. Oh crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap. Allen looked up and saw Mugen extended over the distance between the two beds and a twitching Kanda glaring very scarily at him. "You. Die. Now!!" Screamed the samurai exorcist. The room was never the same again.
It turned out that Allen had thrown up enough to cover nearly nine square feet's worth of flooring, and the reason Kanda was so angry was, well, this:
"You fucking vomited all over my shoes!" Kanda was shaking with rage.
"If it makes you feel better, err, I ruined my shoes too?" Allen clenched his blankets and looked down.
"It smells God awful in here! What'd you eat? Wait! No, I really don't want to find out." Kanda tried not to breathe. I have to get rid of that Moyashi one way or the other. Hmmm, I could push him off the boat; that idea's still open. "How the hell are we getting out of this room if he can't step on the floor?!"
"That was a very smart question, Kanda, why, here's a treat. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" Allen was getting slightly delirious, and began giggling like a school girl who just saw a nerd fall into a puddle after getting an A+ on a test, whereas said school girl only got an F. To further elaborate, Allen's laughter sounded like a rooster on a corn high, and Kanda decided at once he had to escape this hell-hole.
With some careful treading, Kanda was able to use Mugen to pull Allen's suitcase closer to the beds as a stepping stone, although not without spitefully slicing off the handle. He was at the door, standing on the case, just by the handel, when he noticed the eerie silence in the room. It was quiet, yet too quiet. For by this time, Allen had gotten sicker. I'm... so dizzy, he thought, everything's pretty blurry to me...urgh, I can't move from this spot. Damn, Kanda was right, this room reeks...
Suddenly Allen felt strong arms sliding under him, the faintest scent of sakura blossoms and ivory soap. He noted silky strands brushing his cheek and making his heart flutter, as well as a cool hand gently sliding onto his forehead. Mmm, that's so nice. Stay there, ahh, yes. Suddenly he noted that he was being hoisted up, as though he were light as air. He heard soft footsteps, the creak of a doorknob, and then all was light.
Allen opened his eyes to bright sunshine and wonderfully fresh sea air slightly tinged with the aroma of salt and marine life. He was on deck a fairly large ship, and discerned the captain was standing before him by his large, highly decorated hat. He moaned briefly before settling into a warm chest- A WARM CHEST?!
"A passenger has fallen ill." Allen gasped; he was in the arms of no one other than Kanda himself, a Kanda who was concerned, actually concerned about his well-being?! The appocalypse! The appocalypse! No, Allen'd never be able to eat food again! And if he couldn't eat, then he'd rather die. Oh yes, and there were Akuma too. Those scary things. Yes.
"I-I-I see you're e-exorcists," stuttered the captain. He harrumphed loudly as if to regain his pride, adding rather nastily, "So you guys get sick, eh? Never woulda thought." He looked at Kanda expectantly, waiting for an answer.
Kanda marched up to the captain until their noses were almost touching, "Quit the small talk. Like I said, we've got an ill passenger on deck. Where is the Med Center?" The long-haired teen was quite a deal taller than the captain, who, in addition to being short was also quite rotund, and got the message immediately.
"R-right away, Mister Exorcist! It's on the l-lower d-deck, directly under h-h-here! I'll be glad to be y-your guide, sir! D-do you need anything, m-medicine, anything, sir?" The captain was more nervous than ever, but Kanda shut him up with an arctic glare.
"I'll deal with it myself." And on that note, in the arms of a disgruntled samurai, Allen was whisked away.
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Alright! Go Kanda! Finally stepping up... but what'll happen next? Evil grin XP