A/N: Just to be clear, this fic is a little AUish, so Allen and Kanda haven't met Tyki or Rhode before, yet they still know that Noah exist, along with the Millenium Earl. Phew! XD
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I've got to get to the hotel... I've got to see Allen! Thoughts raced in Kanda's head as he speeded down the empty streets, adrenaline rushing through his veins with fervor. The darkened buildings blurred as the frenzied samurai increased in speed, his jet-black hair waving languidly in the air. The sky was a thick, ominous gray, opressive and unyielding. No moon shone, not even a mere thread of light, but Kanda plunged on nonwithstanding, soon reaching the parking lot in front of the back exit.
It came out of no where.
"Oh my motherfu-!" Kanda couldn't perceive anything as a collosal, gleaming vehicle slammed into his body, but he heard the terrible squeal of tires rubbing on asphalt, the friction causing foul smoke to pollute the still atmosphere. SNAP. Then a thud. A sickening crack... the pitter patter of anxious footsteps... and once more the sound of an engine being gunned to the limit in a hasty retreat.
Meanwhile, Allen and Rhode had been sitting in the cafeteria, enjoying the last remnants of dinner. The cursed teen had felt peckish (AKA hungry enough to consider asking Cross for food, which is AKA very hungry. Very. Times infinity. Yep.) after changing into a clean shirt and pants borrowed from the utility closer. Or, more accurately, only Allen was doing so. Rhode had finished hours before, and had taken to sipping ice water. Smiling, the coquettish girl glanced fondly at the cursed youth who had finally subsided in his rampant eating.
"I'm so glad we met, Allen!" Rhode grinned, "Not only has work been much easier, but it's fun, too." Allen took a swig of hot cocoa.
"Yes. Err, I'm pretty glad, too. I guess." Where's Kanda? I wanted to eat with him but I guess not. Hmph. I'll just wait up for him then. The exorcist took a breath. Odd; although Rhode was so small-statured, she gave the air of having control of the entire area. It was as if those golden eyes could see all, that her being was completely omnipresent.
"So, tell me about yourself, why don't you?"
"Uh, sure. What would you like to know?" At this request, Rhode suddenly grew animated, speaking a whirlwind of words a minute.
"What's your favorite bookcolorcandymoviefoodmusic? Are you right handed? Left handed? Do you play an instrument? Pianocelloviolinoboe?? What brand of detergent do you use? Is it Woolite? I use Woolite! Woolite smells nice, don't you think, Allen? Do you read any magazines? Tell me your three sizes- I like candy. I know you do too, right? Right?"
"Um..." Allen paused uncomfortably at Rhode's intense gaze. "Candy's pretty good, yeah?"
"I knew you'd agree with me! Excellent! I was sure we'd match in every aspect, Allen." Suddenly, Rhode turned grave. "Allen, to tell you the truth, I was pretty nervous when I first heard you were coming."
Ears perking, the white-haired youth questioned, "Why?"
"I just... I never had many whom I could have bonded with. They didn't understand me, I guess, and I always ended up alone. No matter what. No matter how hard I tried. No matter."
Allen blinked. He could entirely empathize with Rhode's feelings. He himself had been new at the Black Order not long ago, and traveling with (insert swearword) Cross guaranteed him a nomad lifetime and solitude. A rush of familiarity stunned him; where would he be without the Order's soothing words of "welcome home," each time he returned from a mission.
"It hurts a lot, I know that much." Allen smiled, "But throughout it all, where would we be as people if everything was that damn easy?"
At once, Rhode tipped her head down. Oh, I'm so happy, she thought, reddening slightly. With a gentle look, she opened her mouth once more to speak- SLAM. The noise of a heated collision rang in the empty room, and Allen stood up abruptly, taking long strides to the window.
"What was that?" He peered out, squinting. "It was like something crashed."
"Maybe it was some kinds messing around. It happens all the time, so don't let it get to you."
"Sorry, Rhode. But it's giving me this weird feeling."
"Like I said, it happens all the time, Allen!" Rhode looked more frantic now, and she peered outside as well.
"Huh, I think the parking lot's right by here. Wasn't that were we went to get extra supplies other than the store room?"
"Yes, but-" Allen began walking away.
"I'll see you later, Rhode. Good night." And with that, he was gone.
Speechless, Rhode slumped onto the floor. She snapped her neck forward, as if all strength had fled from her form. Alone. She was alone. Alone, alone, alone... It aches, it hurts... make it go away, anyone! Help me!! Rhode took her head into her arms, knotting her fingers through tousled hair. Why. Why. Why was everything always this way? A cruel twist of fate? A sadistic whimsy of God? Rhode's mouth turned in a frown. If so, then she wouldn't believe in God. There is no such thing as fate. No such thing as heaven. And no such thing as hell.
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want... I want the world. I want it. Give it to me, so that all is mine. Then I'll never, ever, ever...
I want, I want, I want. Please. Please.
As he exited the cafeteria, Allen felt something was amiss with Rhode, but he still noticed an even more troubling aura that truly bothered him. He searched briefly in the lobby, and then the first and second floors. He neglected going further because the sound had come relatively close, and anyhow, other vacationers would have already come down to complain if the noise was that high up.
Outside. It's time to check outside. Allen briefly scoured the front, cursing the sheer vastness of the hotel. Then he circled around to the back-and screamed.
"KANDA!"
The crumpled body of the samurai laid forlornly on the gritty pavement, sprawled ungracefully in a thick pool of blood. His beautiful, glimmering hair was now dusty and dull, a curtain hiding his face. Allen rushed forward, dropping to his knees. Good Lord, what had happened?
With shaking hands, he swept the dirtied locks from Kanda's visage, and gasped. The pale, porcelain color of the Japanese exorcist's face was shocking, contrasting sharply to the bright, jaunty redness dribbling down his chin.
Allen gathered Kanda in his arms and sprinted to the lobby where he yelled for help. Melissa entered after what seemed like centuries, yawning.
"Why the hell are you... shout... ing..." Her mouth open, she seized her thick ring of keys and hollered into the hotel phone, "EMERGENCY MEDICAL STAFF!" Several minutes later, a team of slightly disheveled doctors arrived, and transported Kanda to the Med Center. Allen tried to come as well, but was pushed away. There was no need for nuisances.
Out of her element, Melissa bid a quick "Later!" and fled, leaving Allen to his own devices. No. He refused to even consider that this could have happened. But... It's nearly four in the morning. Kanda must've worked till past midnight. And I left him out there. How fucking could I?! With a cry of anguish, Allen slammed his fist into the wall. Again and again, each time harder than the next.
This continued for two hours.
"Mister Allen Walker!"
Pulled out of his sorrow, Allen raced to the voice, leaving the decimated wall behind him. It was one of the Medical staff.
"You are Mister Kanda's traveling companion, correct?"
"Y-yes." Allen swallowed; the term "companion" had never seemed so estranged, so cold.
"We've got a problem at the patient's ward."
Immediately, Allen thought of the most terrifying images. "Y-you didn't a-a-amputate his-"
"No, no. He's in stable condition, although I've got to say, it looked pretty bad when he came in." The doctor and Allen had reached the center now, and proceeded to Kanda's room. "He broke one of his legs, his left arm, and four ribs; tore a muscle in his right, as well as multiple cuts and lacerations." Allen froze. "By what I'd have to say, it looks like someone hit him with some sort of van or truck and then ran over him several times."
"But he's a-alright now, so what's the p-problem?"
"He's actually pretty energetic for his condition. I'm sure he'll make a full recovery, but it's just that he's not taking his medicine. Something about 'healing by himself'. Can you talk to him?"
Allen gripped the handle of the door hard, and the doctor patted him on the back once before departing. The exorcist opened it and tears fell from his eyes.
Kanda, like a limp, rag doll, had been propped up by pillows. Half of his limbs were in bulky casts and his chest was covered in bandages. A patch covered his right cheek, and his breathing was shallow, low, untraceable. Allen moved slowly to his sleeping form, putting a hand on his forhead. Suddenly, he became enraged. Whoever fucking did this to Kanda is fucking dead. I'll beat the crap out of them.
"Moyashi?" The soft, whispered sound Kanda issued from his lips nearly made Allen whimper in agony, but he resisted.
"Yes, Kanda. I'm here." The black-haired exorcist's eyes flew open at once, and he attempted to sit up, but Allen pushed him back down. In a stronger voice, he began to speak.
"Are you alright? I was pretty, um... maybe a little, worried." Allen started to laugh at the situation, crying at the same time.
"?!" said Kanda, edging away from the blubbering beanspout.
"Y-you have no idea how scared I was when I s-saw," Allen sniffed, and Kanda scoffed weakly.
"You cry so fucking much," muttered the samurai, yet for some strange reason he rejoiced within his battered body.
Allen wiped his nose. "Anyhow, you need to take your medicine!" He noticed a pill and a glass of water, both untouched, beside Kanda's bed.
"No way."
"What? Why?"
"Don't need some crappy shit screwin' up my body."
"You're body's screwed up enough as is."
"Shut up."
"You shut up. And take the pill."
"Look, I'm healing fast already."
"As if."
"Fuck, Moyashi!"
"If you want to."
"... I don't need the fucking pill. I'm fine by myself. Look, the scratches on my face are gone already, right?"
"Woah! How'd you do that?"
"A flower?" (Insert pause as Allen LOLZ.) "Whatever, I'm fine."
"Then can you walk? Can you wield Mugen?"
"FUCK! WHERE IS MUGEN?!"
Allen noticed Kanda growing agitated, and hastily tried to calm him down before he was kicked out. "It's probably outside in the parking lot. I'll get it after work, 'cause my shift's not that long."
"FUCKFUCKFUCK, I NEED TO GET IT NOW!" Kanda refused to listen to Allen's "a few hours of waiting won't hurt" speech and threatened to impale the white-haired youth on his IV. The samurai stopped, wincing. Regenerating was more painful than not when used in the long-term, and broken bones were hardly an exception. Cackling inside, Allen seized this opportunity.
"Hey what are you- mmph!"
Allen had popped the pill into his mouth and swiftly bent over to meet Kanda's open mouth. The boy felt the samurai swallow, but the demonic monster in his brain told him to continue. Gripping long, black hued locks, Allen gently worked his tongue through to meet the older teen's. Kanda shivered, and, using his good arm to steady Allen's head, carefully moved his tongue to pass over the roof of cursed youth's mouth.
Allen was the first to break off, and he panted heavily, wiping the trail of saliva from his lips. He glanced at Kanda, but was a bit displeased to find him asleep already. Turning a bright red, he ran out of the room to go to work.
Kanda cocked one eye open. He sighed, a blush tinging his light complexion.
"Baka Moyashi."
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Yay! 1st Kiss! (And hopefully more to come!) XP