SING FOR ME, MOYASHI
Disclaimer: NO, I don't own of these characters. If I did, I'd make Kanda and Allen a couple. Muahahaha!Whee! My exams are finally over! Here's the next chapter. Hope it's not too boring. AND a very big thanks to those who read and review! You guys made me incredibly happy. :) Hehe.
CHAPTER 2 – LET'S WEAR THE PINK DRESS.
Three weeks passed in a...not so grateful silence. WEDNESDAY.
The day has finally arrived for Allen Walker to face his biggest humiliation on earth. That was Kanda Yu's sentiment when the first rays of sunlight peeked into his dark room. A small smile tugged at his lips. He lay on the bed with one hand over his forehead, the other resting on his stomach. Oh, what joy! He could not imagine anything better than seeing Moyashi humiliated and suffering the pain of embarrassment. Possessing a rather sadistic persona, Kanda enjoyed watching others suffer and clinging on to their dear lives. It consoled him to a certain extent – that his life was not the worst. Not that he was some evil bastard who tortures others in his pursuit for self-discovery. Kanda Yu was just your everyday teenager with a rebellious streak. Apparently, humiliating Allen Walker was his favorite pastime ever since the white haired dude stepped into the Black Order.
He just didn't like him. End of story.
However, he still has his moral values and principles. So thank god for Allen. He would never associate his work with personal life. But after a couple of bruises, wounds and injuries from battling the Akuma, Kanda would pounce at any opportunity to torment others. He would step into the dining hall with a gruff look, criticize the Finders for their inefficient work and remind them of their low stature. But that just summaries his normal daily life if his mood was less temperamental. The Finders will thank the good lord and consider themselves lucky that Kanda did not pick up a fight. After all, who dared to go against the dark haired teen? It is practically suicide. But Allen Walker set a new meaning to 'suicide' when he stopped Kanda from fighting with a fellow Finder. Others in the dining hall could only gasp and stare starry-eyed at their new 'possible' hero. Allen earned respect from the Finders but soon found his life in predicament. Some say it was plain stupid and brainless on his part. Others praised his courage and claimed that his murder will be part of a prestigious history. Either way, they encapsulated that Allen Walker was dead meat. Bless his good soul…
Kanda got off his bed and grabbed his towel on the chair. He stopped midway when he touched his blue bathroom towel. It reminded him of the weird encounter on Saturday night. The mental image of Allen in his white towel often flashed through his mind. The damn thing just wouldn't leave! It's not his fault, honest. Not that he was having wet dreams seeing Moyashi all wrapped up with nothing but a small, oddly sexy…door rug… Sexy?! Kanda almost fainted. How the hell did that get in there?
"Stop lying." His inner voice hissed. "You loved that sight."
"The hell I don't!" As much as Kanda would love to comply with his words, he felt like a traitor to his emotions. He had tried, really hard, for the past few days. But just a fleeting sight of Moyashi walking past would pump his heart into ecstatic.
"Stupid, Moyashi. This is all his fault!" Kanda spat. He tried seeking professional therapy, but it, obviously, did not work out. It was difficult to cooperate with some guy in a white suit, scribbling furiously on the paper, asking some very personal questions about his life. Kanda gritted his teeth, balled his hands into fists, and asked "And why the fuck should I tell you?!" The shrink, then, gave him a very long, very elaborate speech on ways to curb his male hormones and how "we must fight the sins of temptation!" It was pure horror, even for our fearsome exorcist. The therapist disappeared soon after. Death still unknown.
You are looking forward to the dinner, aren't you?
"Perhaps...I must admit I am a little keen to see what Moyashi is capable of." He spoke aloud to no one in particular. Kanda then shook his head and slung the towel over his shoulders. He walked off towards his bathroom.
Not that Moyashi is capable of anything…
The Black Order was drowned in an unusually hyperactive and enthusiastic atmosphere. The entire hall was buzzing like bees. Rumors and theories on "Kanda's challenge to Allen" reached its peak before the big event finally arrived. It was like headline news screaming out at your television screen. Big news. Allen Walker was going to sing.
"Did you hear?"
"Yes! Mister Walker is performing at the dinner tonight."
"SO HOT!"
"NO WAY!"
"Uh…what's his talent?"
"KILLING THOSE DAMN AKUMAS!"
"SO HOT!"
"Oh, shut up! He's singing, you idiots!"
"WOOHOO!"
The dinner was held yearly to celebrate and reward the people of the Black Order for their service and hard work. The dining hall would be decorated in splendid colors and filled with scrumptious food. Fellow exorcists would volunteer themselves as part of the performing arts. This way, they can display their talents and magical powers of the Innocence. It was an event filled with pride and joy. BUT when Allen Walker volunteered himself to sing at the performance. The Black Order was engulfed in chaos and jeopardy. There were many exclamation and question marks bubbling from people's minds. A couple of teasing and rumors. And a handful of "WHAT THE HELL?"
To some extent, Allen felt a tiny twinge at his heart. He loved singing. Perhaps there was an unstated law that claimed, "No exorcist are allowed to sing at the Black Order." The people were, in his opinion, prejudiced and narrow-minded. Oh come on, it's just a song! So what is all the fuss about? Moca, a fellow exorcist, actually teased, "Hey Allen! Where's your dress and microphone?" It damaged his ego real hard. In my closet, waiting to share the limelight! But of course, the real Allen just smiled tightly and ignored the comment. He concluded that perhaps he was rather stupid to accept Kanda's challenge. It was just not worth it to embarrass himself in front of the entire Order. He felt like he was exchanging his life for a mere song. It was hard, really. Truth be told, he was actually happy to volunteer himself at the performance. But the passing comments and snide remarks made his passion pretty hard to accept. Maybe everyone was right – he should just quit when it is not too late.
But you love singing!
The question is, can I really sing? I don't know…
"Didn't I tell you, Moyashi? You're incompetent of achieving anything." Kanda mocked.
Allen stared at his reflection in the mirror. A part of him really wanted to give up and just…forget about singing. But the real question was not about singing, proving Kanda wrong or 'showing' others. It was about having faith and finishing what he has set out to accomplish.
Some how…I don't really care. I am going to sing and that's final! Who cares about what THEY think?
His mirrored reflection beamed at him.
"Allen!" a loud voice echoed in the hallway. Allen stopped dead in his tracks and froze. It was Lavi. He sprinted towards him and flashed a toothy grin. He was in an unusually high spirit. About what? Allen had no intention of finding out. NO INTENTION.
"Uh…what's up?"
"I'll tell you what's up! You're big news! The entire hall is talking about your performance tonight!"
"Wow…didn't know." His voice trailed off with sarcasm.
"You should!" Lavi replied with enthusiasm. He was, apparently, oblivious and unaware of the happenings around the Black Order. Pretty thick, huh? He portrayed the 'big news' as some happy occasion worth celebrating. But of course, Allen knew better about what the news referred to. It was either 'Allen is going to humiliate himself' or "Who wants to bet that Allen can't sing?" To some degree, he picked the latter. He can, then, proof to those fools that he is perfectly capable of singing. Fools, I tell you!
"Yeah, you didn't just come here to tell me that, did you?"
Lavi smacked himself in the forehead. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Geez! Hmm...Lenalee asked me to remind you although she has already told you this before, but still wanted me to remind you JUST in case you forgot! BUT I told her that there's no WAY our Allen-kun will forget. I mean, your perfomance is the first! For christ's sake! You can't possibly forget! ...right? BUT anyways she still killed me to remind you, that she has told you what Komui and the others had told her that all performers need to be ready by 5.30 pm tonight!"
"Huh?" The words just rolled off his tongue like a bullet train. No, it was faster than a bullet! Allen could only catch the last word – 5.30 pm. He rubbed his ears.
"Just get ready by 5.30 tonight!" Lavi said in annoyance at having to repeat such a large clump of vocabulary. He never liked such profound words – it kills the brain and sores the tongue.
"Uh…okay. Thanks."
Lavi waved a hand and bounced off. Allen sighed and proceeded to the dining hall.
"Ah! Mister Yu, your Soba is ready." Jerry placed the plate on the food counter. The dark haired teen gave a little nod, grabbed the plate and made his way to his usual seat. The Finders sitting nearby shifted uncomfortably and moved sideways to make room for the exorcist. In this world, no one dares to cross the path of just-woken-up Kanda Yu. With those dark, sunken eyes and cold frown, Kanda isn't about to wave and go "Good morning folks! What a nice, bright sunny day, isn't it?" Smile. Wave. Sparkling white molars. Wait no, that's Allen-kun. Our chirpy, currently missing-in-action, going to sing at the dinner, exorcist.
PAUSE. Then again, not that any time of the day would matter; Kanda would still be in his usual hot-tempered and foul mood.
"Allen!" a voice boomed throughout the dining hall. It was Lenalee. Kanda looked up from his plate to see Allen and Lenalee in a heated conservation.
"No!" Allen retorted. He placed his cursed left hand in front of Lenalee in an attempt to shut her up. For whatsoever reason? All eyes and ears were on the couple. It was quite hard to ignore when their voices are booming like music stereos. Kanda poked the cold noodles with his chopsticks and acted deadpan. His ears, however, were open – ready to accept any information passing through.
Lenalee beamed proudly and followed Allen like a puppy. "Oh please, Allen! You'll love it. I spent 2 weeks on it!"
"That's your problem. I didn't ask for your favor." Allen walked fast to avoid the 'stalking' Lenalee. It was a pretty odd sight, even for an 18-year-old exorcist, to see a guy being chased fervently by a female. HA! Screw that.
2 weeks? Now, that sounds… uh…just weird.
It seems like the entire universe was disrupted. Kanda just shook his head and took a sip from his cup of green tea. Lenalee pouted, and wore her infamous glossy eyed look. All sparkling and big.
"No, no and no!" Allen rejected with a tone that suggested there was no room for any discussion. However, being a stubborn girl, Lenalee continued to pout and tugged lightly at his shirt.
"I'm not keen on wearing some silly outfit for the performance!" Allen waved his hands hysterically in the air.
"What, exactly, do you intend on wearing then?" Lenalee asked. "Your uniform? Your pajamas?"
"I don't have any pajamas…ho hmm…."
"…." thought everyone.
"Allen Walker!" Lenalee's voice erupted into the shattering silence. Her eyes were murderous. She took a deep breath and continued, "You had better not disgrace the name of exorcist!"
"I couldn't agree more." Kanda interrupted. Everyone gaped at the sudden interlude. His arms were folded and wore a smirk on his pale face.
"Ah-ha! Even Kanda agrees you should wear the pink dress I made for you!"
A long moment of dreaded silence engulfed the dining hall. Allen felt his cheeks heating up and a large lump stuck in his throat. A wave of adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream. Suddenly, he felt like the entire hall was watching him. (They are, actually. Bless his good soul.) All eyes were waiting for him to make a move, any visible action or reaction. Pink? DRESS?! AHH! Allen thought of stabbing himself to death. It sounded sweet. Buried away from the face of the earth.
Why the hell must she announce it to the whole goddamn world?! Must she remind others of his feminine side? Not that anyone needed reminding. Amen. But the most important thing needs to be established – Allen was NOT going to wear some frilly outfit at the performance. N-O. NO!
He shivered a little at the mental image. Shudder. Puke. Faint.
Allen in a pink dress. Now that will give the Black Order another year worth of topic discussion.
"Kanda!" Lenalee walked furiously towards the dark haired teen. "Do you agree that Allen should wear the dress? Hmm?" Her eyes were big with a hint of anger and annoyance. She looked pretty scary when things are not going according to her plan. Her voice was commanding, making it sound more like a confirmation than a question.
Kanda froze to the spot. He had just realized that he had gotten himself in a very tight loophole. All thanks to his silly mouth that spews wrong messages. How the hell was he supposed to know?! Honestly! MOYASHI IN A PINK DRESS?! Ah! The poor brain! He feared that he would be suffering from dreadful hallucinations…especially after today. And to think he was trying to erase the image of 'Allen in his white towel.' He will, obviously, need professional therapy to remove such unforgettable memories. The bastard within him shouted, "Yes! Wear the damn dress." It will be the perfect opportunity to humiliate the Moyashi further. So why not?
BUT WAIT! Does he, actually, want to see Allen in a dress? Perhaps? My god, people might just start to question his male hormones – and not to mention, his masculinity. His reputation was at stake! A small part of him, actually, pitied the kid. Hell yeah, Moyashi might…look good with a dress. With his small, petite figure. Fair and smooth skin. Pouty lips…
SHIT.
Kanda's face twitched with slight disgust. So what if Allen looks feminine? Screw that insensible logic.
"DO NOT get me involved, it's none of my concern." Kanda made his swift comment, and gathered his cutlery. He wanted to leave this place – and quick! A volcano might erupt at any second now. As the saying goes, girls will be girls. They are, rather, fearful creatures when things aren't going THEIR way. Apparently, Lenalee was a scarier version of hardheaded girls. She would cling onto you like a leech, and suck you dry. Thus, Kanda Yu has always made a mental note not to cross her path, if possible.
Allen heaved a heavy sigh of relief. He had been watching Kanda's reaction. It changed from ghostly white to his trademark 'I-don't-give-a-damn' look. At least, Kanda was being helpful for once. He was happy, yes. For a moment there, he thought that Kanda might just agree with Lenalee and make his life even more dreadful. Now, he was off the hook! Thanks, dude!
"Ay, Mister Walker! The dress will suit you. You're so pretty! Aren't I right, guys? Heh." Someone, whom Allen thought should be killed, commented from the table. There were a few nods and mumbles of agreement. A single bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. And he thought it was over…
NOOOOOO!
Author's Note: Someone mentioned that Allen should wear a dress, I felt the same way. (grins evilly) But I don't wish to turn our pretty Allen into…a cross dresser. X.X