Oh. My. God. La Lune de Fraise is majorly pissed off right now. Chapter 7, my longest chapter EVER, just got scrambled into some encoding disaster. Why does that happen?? The chapter where I finally got stuff moving. I'll just make the second draft even better.
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Allen sat on the immaculately clean floor of the new cabin, which was actually an exact replica of the first. Kanda paced in circles around him, wracking his brain for a solution to the huge problem they were in.
"Kanda, are there any stores on this ship?" Allen felt slightly cold, and pulled his knees closer to his body, "I'm sure we have enough money to buy more clothes." The samurai nodded once and then swiftly exited the room, closing the door quietly.
Allen stared at the male prostitute ensemble poking ungracefully out of his suitcase like a drunken businessman leering at a school girl somewhere in Japan. Suddenly, dizzying thoughts hit his mind. He'd seen an outfit like this before… Before… Yes. He remembered now. It all happened because of Master Cross a year before he joined the Order.
Master had been squandering our money again, going to clubs, purchasing illegal drugs, and adding to his vast collection of hammers which he hit Allen with. It was already a well-known fact that Allen was a rather shady poker player, and the white-haired boy knew he couldn't rely on card games any longer. But Cross, being a fool, refused to leave the town because he stood by the fact that the girls were, "hawt."
"Allen! Come over here. I've got someone I want you to meet!" Next to Cross stood a flamboyantly dressed, sequined person who was either a gender-confused man, or a woman. With a beard.
"This is Miss Luck. She will be your new employer." Cross made Allen shake hands with Miss Luck, and he noted the strapping muscles "she" had. Miss Luck grinned sleazily at Allen, exposing what once seemed like a fine set of teeth, but now were mostly made of scrap metal or-shudder- neon pink plastic.
"N-n-nice to m-m-meet you," Allen stammered, and Miss Luck expressed her approval with a voice that would make the greatest bass singers snap their fingers with jealousy.
"S'great kid. I hire. He be good host, I know." Master Cross beamed, pushing Allen toward his dark, dark, fate. Miss Luck then tossed a black, satiny, extremely glittery costume to him.
"Go and-heh, heh- dance your ass off, boy." And that was when Allen's experiences in the inferno called "Le Club" truly began.
"Ohmygod, Ohmygod," Allen hyperventilated, Miss Luck's face seemingly glued to the back of his eyelids. Now he couldn't see, and fought to stay conscious.
Meanwhile, Kanda went six levels down to the bottom deck to find the only site map on board. This is complete bullshit, he thought angrily. That security guard must be totally insane. And why in the world was he dripping? At once Kanda felt a shiver go through his spine. The security guard looked suspiciously like…
"So we meet again, Yuu Kanda." The boy who was watching his suitcases was behind him! How?! "I took the elevator here and then hid behind this wall, all to gain the advantage. The advantage of surprise!!" Oh. So that's how.
"What the hell do you want, you retard?" Kanda was in no mood to talk. He'd noticed Allen paling again in the room, and figured he'd better move fast. Wait. It's not like I care about- The boy threw a punch at Kanda, who dodged it only because of his keen reflexes. Damn, that was too fucking close. Gotta stop thinking about Moyashi. The thought of Allen incensed him, and Kanda glared icily at the suitcase boy.
"I've got no fucking time for this," Kanda hissed, handing out black eyes and bruises by the dozen, "So just leave me alone, asshole." The boy by this time had thrown away most of his dignity and sat groveling at Kanda's feet. Can't leave him here. Crap, guess I'm going to the Med Center. Again. He hoisted the boy up with difficulty and after a glance at the map, set out, boots clunking.
After dumping the bastard in a chair, Kanda felt even more enraged now that he'd wasted nearly an hour doing nothing. So, he sprinted up to the cabin to tell Allen the bad news.
"Oi, no stores here, Moya-" Kanda began, and then stopped. Allen had turned paper white, and now sat leaning against the bed like a ragdoll. He smiled slightly when he saw Kanda again, but the samurai was far from pleased.
"What the hell happened to you?!" Stooping down, Kanda pulled Allen up tenderly, panic leaping to his throat.
"I-it's nothing. Just remembered that my Master… My Master…" Allen choked up, "I was a prostitute!"
That dumbfounded the long-haired man for a bit. And also pissed him off a bit. "You fucking idiot. The past doesn't matter at all when it comes to the future. God. So quit being such a pussy and take a damn shower."
These chidings didn't make Allen feel horribly. In fact, they gave him some motivation to get his butt off the ground. "Oh, Kanda, in a separate compartment in my suitcase I found… um, well, er… DO YOU WEAR BLACK SILK BOXERS?!"
Kanda blinked. "What."
Allen turned red, "Umm, I found a case with all our… err, necessities. So we don't have to worry about that." His head spun slightly. Why in the world was he having a conversation with Kanda about underwear?
"Alright then." Was all the samurai would say. He'd never admit he was embarrassed as well.
"So, I'll be taking the first shower," muttered Allen hastily, grabbing some "necessities" and rushing into the bathroom. Inside, he turned on the hot water. Kanda wears black silk boxers. Silk. Black silk. Boxers. Kanda. In boxers. Kanda. No boxers…? With a scream Allen bashed himself over the head with the shower nozzle. BAD, BAD, BAD ALLEN. No good boys would be thinking those thoughts! He, barely dry, got dressed, deciding that his pants were still alright to wear. He remembered he'd forgotten to bring a top.
"At last, Moyashi!" Kanda growled, "I thought you freaking drowned in there, or something." He blinked One time. Then two times. Three times. At the shirtless Allen who still had beads of water dappling his chest. And a well defined chest, might I add. Kanda painstakingly followed a droplet slowly makin its way down Moyashi's incredible abs, soon absorbed by the waistband settled perfectly on luscious hips- and that ass! Look at that ass! Steam from the bathroom rushed out slowly, adding to the already fine scene right in front of Kanda, who swallowed the Timcanpy-sized lump in his throat. Miles away, fangirl radars blipped out of control.
"PUT ON THIS SWEATER." Kanda rushed to the side of his bed, face from Allen. Spreading across his cheeks was a crimson blush.
"Thanks, Kanda!" Allen was happy that Kanda had treated him kindly as of late, "Oops, forgot my towel."
As Allen returned into the bathroom, Kanda languorously unsheathed Mugen, contemplating slitting his throat. How the hell could he possibly consider that Allen's physique was… mildly… an itty bit… slightly… pleasing to the eye?? He began putting his sword back, but when he saw what was happening in his "southern region," he ripped Mugen out again and threatened suicide.
"Gyahhhh!!" shrieked Allen, running out of the bathroom squeaky clean. Oh, thought Kanda, he cares?
"Don't kill yourself! Please! Take a minute to reconsider," Allen looked as if he were on the verge of tears, and Kanda felt a little flutter in his pulse. The white-haired youth continued, "The blood will get all over my suitcase, and then I'll never be able to get rid of the stains! It's pretty gross, you know."
Kanda looked down. There was Allen's suitcase. Seconds later, Allen's suitcase said goodbye to this world.
Shaking, Allen fell onto his bed, staring at the tattered remains of a once sturdy case. Kanda stood and gathered the skanky pants and shirt, revealing tank top, fishnet stockings, and Mugen, and headed to the bathroom.
"You're going to wear those?" Allen asked incredulously.
"Don't be an idiot. There's no store on this ship other than a gift shop. I can make off just fine." Kanda smirked as he entered the bathroom and shut the door. I'll show that damn Moyashi just who's fucking sexy. The water began running.
Ah, he's being really nice to me, I guess. But he didn't have to kill my suitcase! It's not an Akuma! Hell, it's not even alive! Allen vented on this for a bit, but soon his mind wandered to how everyone at the Order was doing, whether Lavi had come back from his mission yet, if Krory had come out of his coma. He was so wrapped up in ponderings that he never heard the slicing sounds, or the door of the bathroom click.
Oh. My. God. I'd give anything to put that dog collar and hancuffs on Kanda right now. What Allen saw simply made his jaw drop.
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And what did Allen see? Heh, you'll have to find out! XP