Ha, I guess you could call this the "morning after." XD
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"ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS! THE CRUISE LINE HAS ENTERED EAST PORT AND WILL BE DOCKING SHORTLY. IT IS MANDATORY THAT IN TEN MINUTES ALL VACATIONERS ARE STATIONED ON TOP DECK TO ENTER HERSHEY PARK. THANK YOU FOR RIDING THIS SHIP, AND HAVE A SAFE TRIP!"
The captain's message rang in Allen's ears like a hand-ball gone wild while being in a garden of concrete. He turned over and nuzzled into something blissfully warm. Odd, his legs were straddling it as well. But no matter. Whatever it was, it felt pretty damn good, and the white-haired youth had no plans of letting go. Suddenly, the comfortable mass Allen was clinging on to for dear life jerked up abruptly, and he was literally flung from the bed. Eyes wide open, he saw Kanda in all his shirtless, boxer-clad glory standing over him.
"You have one chance to escape." The samurai already had his sword in hand.
"… Good morning to you, too." Allen could hardly think straight, as he was definitely, absolutely, totally, not an early riser.
"Oh, right," said Allen, turning red from the memory of last night, "I slept with… I slept with…" The cursed youth paused here, his face contorting into all sorts of grotesque images, including one that resembled a rather peculiar-looking Paris Hilton. Even Kanda stopped, brows twitching madly. At the same time Allen began to scream, the captain sent a final call throughout the vessel.
"HOLY CRAP ON A FREAKING SANDWICH-"
"THIS IS THE LAST WARNING I WILL ISSUE-"
"I FREAKING SLEPT WITH-"
"ANYONE STILL ON THE SHIP WILL BE FORCED TO-"
"KANDA AND I ACTUALLY SURVIVED!!"
"RETURN TO OUR STARTING DESTINATION. YOU HAVE-"
"Hey, Kanda, what's the captain saying?"
"THREE MINUTES!"
Kanda, having listened to the message, decided to ignore Moyashi's airhead tendencies and urge to kill. He figured Allen just definitely, absolutely, totally, was not an early riser. The long-haired youth grabbed his skanky pants, hastily putting them on, and jammed his feet into washed boots. Then he quickly shoved the remains of Allen's suitcase into his own, checking that the money was still there.
"THIRTY SECONDS!" The captain sounded the horn from his seat.
"Gyaaaahhhfuckhhhhh!" Screamed Allen and Kanda, dashing for survival. Oh God, the gang-plank! It was being lifted up! Would they make it in time? Damn it, thought Allen, I spent all that time on this accursed ship to get to Hershey Park, not to be sent back! (As events usually go, manga characters get bursts of inspiration during pressing times.) Allen got a burst of inspiration!
"Kanda," he called, activating his Innocence so that it was reminiscent of a bazooka or cannon, "come here!" With one fluid motion, Allen grabbed the Japanese teen roughly by the waist and, pointing his weapon behind them, fired off eighty consecutive rounds, propelling them forward mightily. It was just enough power; the two crash-landed on the port, amid a stressed-to-the-extreme crowd of people. Allen hurriedly de-activated his arm, and Kanda threw him his jacket from the suitcase.
Behind them, the ship wasn't far away. However, it was sinking at an alarming rate. "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" Boomed the captain like a wounded rhinoceros, "I REPEAT, S. O. S.! DAMN IT, WHO'S GONNA TAKE CARE OF MY APARTMENT AND MY DOG?! S. O. S.! S. O. S.!"
"Err, we'd better get going," said Kanda awkwardly, as a horde of women began forming around him.
"Terrorists! They're terrorists!" Shrieked a man, ripping out great chunks of his hair and pointing wildly at the duo, "You can see their insignia on that guy's chest!"
"Burn the witches! Burn the witches! Burn! Burn! Burn!" The crowd was growing increasingly restless.
A short, squat woman stepped around. "Shaddup, yer goons! Yer just jealous because they're prettier than you!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" The crowd was beginning to transform into a mob, and then cause a riot, stop for a snappy lunch, and let chaos ensue! "Those boys just blew up a ship!"
"They freakin' sank it, they didn't blow it up! And that captain was puttin' the moves on me, that perv." By this time, Kanda and Allen had snuck away from all the people. The black-haired exorcist had wisely put on his make-shift shirt, greatly lessening the amount of attention he was getting.
"You don't have you're hair tie." Allen looked at the long strands fluttering with the breeze.
"Che. I can live without it." Meanwhile, the pair saw a looming, white building in the distance, gargantuan in size. Squinting, Allen realized what it was.
"Hey! That's our hotel!"
"Stupid Moyashi. What are you waiting for?" At this, Allen muttered, "Bakanda" under his breath, much to the amusement of a smirking Kanda.
Alone together like this, Allen felt a little more nervous with the samurai than before. He soon noticed his friend's pace slowing down. What was wrong? Well, Kanda was damn hungry. No, that was an understatement. He was simply ravenous.
I haven't eaten properly in three days. Kanda sighed, Argh, I can't be so weak right now, not when Moyashi's still so fucked up. Ok, this is just another mission, just another- OHMYGOD, CURLY FRIES!! Kanda would have run off like a rampant, rabid animal at this point if it weren't for his steadfast self control. There were so many street stands and vendors and rides, it was frankly overwhelming. Luckily, Allen was getting puckish too (no surprise here), and noticed his companion's needs.
"We should stop and eat, Kanda. I think we've made it about half way now. See anywhere good?" Allen glanced at Kanda pleasantly, waiting. The samurai twitched his nose.
"Che." Thank you so much! "We'll, to put up with you're appetite, it better be a buffet restaurant." Heh, heh, buffet it is. Inwardly, Kanda was singing with joy.
Allen pouted, but he had to admit there was some logic behind the madness. At once, he heard the cheering of children behind him. He turned around to come face to face with a giant chocolate bar. "What the hell is that?"
"It's a person in a costume, oh smart one." Kanda felt an immediate dislike toward whoever was in the suit. One reason was that he was Kanda, after all, and hated candy, but also because he sensed something violent and dark within the uniform. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"Whoaaa," Allen gasped, "I'd love to have a chocolate bar so big!" How can this kid b so naïve, pondered Kanda. Lookslike I'll have to drag him away by force. The long-haired teen took Allen's hand, at which Allen received a not entirely unpleasing tingle, and led him onward. Neither of them noticed the person in the chocolate bar suit, surrounded by children, move in the same direction.
After almost another half hour of walking, Allen and Kanda finally stumbled on an all-you-can-eat buffet which also served Japanese food, to Kanda's delight. Inside, Kanda paid 30 for the both of them, and sprinted to the food area to find himself a bowl of tempura soba. Yes! There was an Asian noodle section!
Meanwhile, Allen had just piled plates and plates, heaping after heaping, countless portions of pretty much anything that looked good, onto his tray. It was quite a sight to see the samurai savoring a single bowl of noodles, while right across from him food disappeared at the blink of an eye.
And elderly man in a well-kept Armani suit, previously sitting in a desolate corner, came up to the table, sneering at Allen. "Excuse me," he said, addressing Kanda, "Good afternoon. Might I know if you'd like to be employed?" He grinned, exposing a row of obviously fake teeth.
"What kind of employment is it?" Kanda looked up from his finished soba, "I have a job." The man raised his eyebrows, wrinkling his surgically enhanced forehead.
"I arrange a sort of, you might call, talent school. We hire people to sit in rooms and, shall we say, mingle with others." The man folded his fingers, and Kanda narrowed his eyes. "I can see you aren't in the best financial conditions," he said, gesturing at the raggedy shirt, "but I can help you make money. Physically, you look perfect for the job."
"I… still don't quite get what you're saying." Kanda had set down his chopsticks with a snap, looking dangerously at the man. The man's nostrils flared, as if his temper had been lighted.
"What I'm saying is, how much do you cost?"
WHAM.
The sound of Allen's fist colliding with the lecher's face resonated sharply in the restaurant. The youth's breathing was harsh. "How could he come and act like that to us?"
Kanda smiled a wistful look so brief and gentle no one saw it. Except Allen. "We're leaving."
Us, we… Allen had never found so much meaning, weight, yet at the same time light in those words sine Mana used them. Now, as he looked at the form of Kanda's back walking slightly in front of him, he felt insurmountably happy, though horribly frightened as well. Feelings foreign to him were blossoming rapidly in his chest. Their power over his thoughts, their lethal abilities controlling his actions… I feel like I'm drowning, like the world's coming over me and pushing me down. Yet somehow, somehow, I'm diving into the water myself. God, he was so confused.
The meal at the buffet provided enough energy for the two teen s to make it to the hotel just as the sun was setting. They entered through shiny, glass revolving doors, and make their way to the front desk.
"Hello and welcome to Hershey Park Hotel and Spa. What can WE do for YOU today?" Allen stole a look at the employee's name tag while Kanda stood, arms crossed, beside him.
"Well, err, Melissa, persons Allen Walker and Yuu Kanda have reservations here booked by Komui Lee?" Allen twiddled his thumbs as Melissa searched the online hotel log on the Apple on her desk.
"Ah, yes! I see two reservations for Misters Walker and Kanda… But you aren't guests." Allen swallowed, stomach plummeting.
He asked tentatively, "Then what are we?" Kanda had gone absolutely rigid. Melissa gave them a smug, pitying look.
"You're the newest additions to the Hershey Park Hotel staff!"
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Round and round KC goes, where it stops, nobody knows! (Not even La Lune de Fraise, although she's got an inkling.) XP