SING FOR ME, MOYASHI

Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own writing fantasy. (smirks) And the song lyrics, Come, belong to Namie Amuro who is a talented J.POP singer.

Okay, I know I should have updated WAY, WAY sooner. But oh well… I really had no inspiration whatsoever and was suffering from major writer's block. Don't kill me!!! XD

J.POP won. I used the song lyrics, Come, by Namie Amuro. (from the Inuyasha ending song) I think it suits the Yullen theme! XD

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CHAPTER 4 – THE IRRESISTIBLE MOYASHI AND HIS CONFESSION

"Good evening everyone, my name is Allen Walker. I hope that you'll enjoy my performance." The Moyashi said. His voice was drowned in its usual sweet, gentle layers.

He was almost doll-like, looking all cute and innocent like a child; his big walnut eyes sparkled with strange confidence (the kind of confidence that only Kanda could associate with). He wore a simple off-white dress that barely reached his knees, revealing his long slender legs. A thin transparent veil-like material was adorned to each dress strap – showing off his fair slender shoulders to the best possible advantage.

Under the glaring stage lights, the dress glistened in silky-smooth waves, and it looked almost translucent. The fabric, delicate and soft, clanged onto his every curve, accentuating his slim figure. The effect was glamorous, as if he'd just stepped off a fairy tale book.

Kanda was staring at him, looking agape. His mouth was, figuratively, hanging open like many others who were ogling.

WHAT THE HELL?! Yuu Kanda, the one who included ogling as a major offense in his list of how-to-become-the-best-darn-exorcist-in-the-universe, was...WAS- THE SHEER IMPOSSIBILITY!

What can we say? Kanda had just lost any, possible, rational thoughts. His brains cells had stopped functioning, leaving him with a 'yes I'm very shocked, but I think we've already established this in Chapter three, thank you.' look.

He knew (and so did everyone at the Black Order) that the Moyashi possessed a feminine side. BUT, it just didn't occur to him how...stunning he could look in a dress. Then again, no sane man would ever visualize about cross-dressing another male species. Well, unless you're a gay... but that's beside the point.

Damn. Even beauty was an understatement. Beyond perfection was such a cliché only fools would associate with. There was only one word Kanda could think of in his speechless state - Princess.

His Princess.

Allen bit the bottom of his lips nervously, taking a quick survey across the dining hall. He immediately caught sight of Miranda, Lenalee (who went offstage), Arystar Krory, Lavi, and Kanda sitting at the front row. All of them, including the audience, were gaping (some even had saliva dripping from their mouths).

EVEN KANDA! No, not drooling, of course. But ogling! O-G-L-I-N-G, otherwise known as eyeing flirtatiously.

Allen blushed, a greater sense of nervousness coursed through his mental state, under the scrutiny of the raven-haired teen.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Allen had envisioned himself running out of the dining hall. It was insane! The air was so still you might think everyone has stopped breathing. Maybe they did, and were suffocating from the lack of oxygen available. So the suffocating folks were staring so intensely at the poor kid, the hall practically sizzles. That's your reward for stepping onstage, cross-dressed.

Allen could feel all eyes penetrating through his body. His heart was hammering so loud in his chest he was sure the sound vibrated throughout the entire hall. He suddenly felt lightheaded… a little faint. One could turn mad and probably end up in the mental asylum for stage fright.

'Okay, OKAY! I can do this. Take a deep breath, now.' Allen thought, gripping the microphone ever so tightly.

He faced the DJ (Disc Jockey) who coordinated the music and sound system and nodded for him to begin the background music. The stage lights slowly dimmed and turned into a soft dark blue color – one of midnight.

A slow, sensuous beat began… Allen closed his eyes, drowning himself in the mood of the music. He held up the microphone and sang…

Moshi ima kanashimi afureru nara

Watashi ni motarete naite ii kara

The beats went an octave higher…with more soft angelic voices in the backdrop.

I get, I get, I get, get the feeling

I get, I get, I get, get the dreaming

Tada kono mama

Come my way

Kono yami no hotori

Come close to me

Ima akari tonoshi

I'll be with you, I'll be with you...

Tada soba ni iru kara

So come my way…

Kanda watched, captivated, as the Moyashi sway gently with the rhythm. A soft expression dawned his features. He was completely immersed in singing, his chocolate orbs filled with a distant look.

Kizuite anata wa kono sekai de

Tada hitori dake no taisetsu na hito

I get, I get, I get, get the feeling

I get, I get, I get, get the dreaming

Allen fluttered his eyelashes in his oh so innocent way, and looked (unintentionally! Honest!) at Kanda.

Tada sono mama

Come my way

Mou hitomi tojite

Come close to me

Mou nemureba ii

I'll be with you I'll be with you

Tada koko ni iru kara

So come my way

When the music finally stopped, a wide roar of applause boomed throughout the hall. The once nerve-wrecking silence has transformed into an energetic babble of acclaim, whistles and cheers. His fans were standing on the chairs and tables, screaming and shouting only God knows what.

Allen, always bashful, blushed to the roots of his hair.

"Arigato Gozaimasu." He took a deep bow; feeling all warm and flushed from singing. He did it. He'd shown Kanda and the fools who mocked his ability.

AHA! Take that, you cruel careless universe!

His eyes immediately reverted to the front row, yet again. All his friends were giving him a standing ovation (Lavi was whistling), with the exception of Kanda, of course. He didn't know why or what made him feel all fluttery and nervous inside. He wanted some sort of acknowledgement and appraise from the Japanese teen.

Kanda was looking straight back at him; their eyes lingered on each other.

Allen turned a darker shade of red. Was it the dress? Or was it his singing? Did Kanda enjoy his performance? Did it matter? Of course it did!

Allen, who suddenly felt self-conscious under the gaze of the Japanese samurai, quickly retreated backstage.

He didn't see how Kanda's eyes hazed with a tint of lust.

Stop acting like such a freak AND GET OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN ROOM!

I-I can't!

Hello? Earth to Planet Allen! I'm starving here!

B-but…

Which is more important? Your face or stomach?

STOMACH!!

Said organ growled. Allen tried to ignore it for the 10th time that morning.

'Early in the morning six o clock, Allen's stomach is growling like a frog!' his conscience sang to a lets-eat-breakfast tune.

Oh shut up! It's eight! And frogs don't growl!

The poor kid debated, yet again, with his inner demon aka stomach.

Allen wasn't sure how well he could carry himself after last night's performance. It wasn't as though he had screwed up the entire show or toppled over his feet (Kanda would love that, wouldn't he?). In fact, he was rather cheered by his supporters, fans alike. The audience loved his performance, didn't they?

Yes, they did! So there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of! ...Right? Gah! WHY DID I WEAR THAT THING IN THE FIRST PLACE?! WHY?! WHY DEAR LORD?!!

He remembered the object of his frustration, the dress. It was still hanging, ever so delicately and innocent, next to his set of black coats. That innocent thing surged embarrassment through his emotions, causing him to barricade himself in his small room like a wounded animal.

Recently, his self-esteem has been horribly abused! His ego had, most probably, transformed itself into a fly and it flew away…

'Ah…the sweet sinful consequences…you should have thought about it before… Well, it's a little late for regrets now. Don't you think? So can we, please, focus on something more important like feeding me? GRRRRR...

It has been one hour past his usual breakfast time. The poor kid was food deprived and suffering from malnutrition. But you can't blame him, really, especially since his innocence is a parasite type. He has to eat ten times a normal male's diet.

Allen was hungry. Very, VERY hungry.

"GAH! FINE! YOU WIN!" he finally surrendered and bolted out of his room, unable to ignore his angry stomach. So he embarked on a journey, a quest for Jeryy's cooking. Unfortunately, the kid didn't get far. Really.

1 second later…

Location: 3 feet from Allen's room, the corridor.

"OH-OH MY GOD!!! HI ALLEN!!!" a girl squealed, bouncing up and down.

"Oh...uhm…hi!" Allen greeted back out of politeness, slowing his pace.

The girl had a crazy fanatic look on her face. One of those looks you only receive when you're some sex god or an outrageous famous celebrity. Or maybe it was an about-to-be-mobbed-by-fans look.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S ALLEN! AHHHHHHH!"

"WHERE? WHERE?!!"

"There, there you idiot! THERE!!!"

"IT REALLY IS HIM!!" More panic squeals and girls screaming.

"GO AWAY! HEY, MOVE! I WANNA SEE HIM!!"

"ALLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNN!!!" Push. Shove.

The poor about-to-be-mobbed kid had to make a mad dash for the cafeteria.

Kanda was having one of those usual days where he preferred to sit alone in the cafeteria, enjoying his Soba in peace and quiet. He said his daily prayers by night, went for confession, and attended mass regularly. All he wished for was a normal, quiet life, UNBOTHERED. Was it too much to ask for? Apparently, and most unfortunately, it was.

"-and then I told Lenalee WE had to make Allen wear that dress again! But she claimed that we shouldn't force him into doing something he didn't like. And I was like 'What the hell? Who was the first person who made him wear that outfit anyway?' But can you believe it? She still disagreed! Said it was improper for a lady to engage in such nonsense. Nonsense, she said!" Lavi raised his hands in exasperation. "I argued, of course. I told her that HER dress was nonsense –"

Kanda, as per usual, wasn't listening to the rabbit's babble. He'd like to imagine that he was indeed alone. You know, ALONE. And NOT accompanied by some annoying piece of crap who was forever going on and on and on about his debate with Lenalee and ways-to-make-Allen-wear-the-dress. A nerve in his muscle jaw twitched.

"-and she was like –"

"Shut up or go to hell!" Kanda seethed, realizing he couldn't stand another minute with a babbling rabbit.

"YEAH!! And she also told me…h-hey, wait a minute! How did you know?" Lavi asked with shifty eyes.

"..." thought Kanda.

"HOLD ON!!! I KNOW!!" Lavi pointed a shaking finger at him accusingly. "You eavesdropped on our conversation, didn't you?! HA! I knew it!"

There was, of course, no reply from the accused. Or maybe Kanda was fuming up a volcano within.

Lavi smiled, unaware of how the samurai was on a verge of exploding. "It's okay, Yuu-chan, I forgive you for spying. But really, you should have just asked! I intend to tell you my plan, anyway. So like I was saying…"

Kanda, mentally, banged his head on the table. Lavi will NEVER shut up, will he?

"Can you just leave me alone? Or do you NOT know what the word means." Kanda snarled, in his very Kanda-like way.

'Restrain…restrain…' a small voice said in his head. However easy it may sound, it took every fibre of his being to comply.

He felt that Lavi should be grateful because he was trying his very best to keep a cool composure, and not slicing him up with his beloved katana.

He had a justified reason for doing so.

In his self-written list of how-to-become-the-best-darn-exorcist-in-the-universe, getting angry first thing in the morning was bad for health. Not clinically proven, but tested by yours truly. Kanda vaguely remembered getting all heated up with the same person. He didn't eat a morsel that day and had gone on a mission on an empty stomach. Why? He threw his cold noodles at the rabbit who had the audacity to nudge him about the stupid Moyashi!

"Oh come on, Yuu-chan. Don't be such a spoilsport! Don't you wanna see your Moyashi in the dress?" Lavi teased, nudging him in the elbows.

Kanda's face twitched for the second time in a minute. Somehow, it was like dejavu all over again. But this time, he wasn't about to go easy. Oh no. He was going to accomplish what he was long supposed, and wanted, to do.

The surname was one thing, but any association or reminder of the Moyashi meant the red light. Considering, in a mathematician perspective, how Lavi mentioned 'Yuu-chan' and 'your Moyashi' between nine words, two seconds and one sentence, it was a taboo.

Death was inevitable.

"Uh…heh…" Lavi stuttered, positively alarmed of the look on Kanda's face. It was a look one saw before dying.

The rabbit probably had a guardian angel or some form of divine intervention.

The divine intervention burst into the cafeteria with his guardian angel in the lead.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Allen shouted. He ran like hell was chasing after him, and, considering there was a mob of crazy and deranged looking fans a few feet behind him, it was.

Oooh…there goes my peace and quiet…

Kanda watched, through narrowed eyes, the Moyashi run around the cafeteria in circles. It was making everyone all giddy.

"ALLLLLLLEEEENNN!!" his fan club screamed, hounding him round and round.

'That idiot. Is he really stupid or is he just really, REALLY stupid?' Kanda thought, annoyed. 'Why the fuck do I care anyway?'

Preferring the much-needed silence and solitude (far, far away from the Moyashi who shattered any rational thoughts), he made an exit for the door.

"KANDA!!!" Allen squeaked. It was almost with joy when he caught sight of the Japanese samurai. He didn't know why finding him brought instantaneous relief. But in a strange way, it did.

Allen ran straight towards the tall teen and cowered behind him, in an attempt to ward off the evil fans. It worked like magic. The deranged primates, who were well aware of Kanda's wrath, started backing off a few feet. Oh well – perhaps the next time he ran into a bunch of fanatics, he'd try brandishing a Kanda doll.

"WHAT THE – OI, MOYASHI! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!" Kanda bellowed.

"G-Gomenasai, Kanda! They followed me all the way from my room and I couldn't shake them off!" Allen shuddered, still hiding behind.

"AND why are you hiding behind me?!" he asked, irritated yet a little amused, turning to face Allen.

"Yeah, why?" the surrounding observers asked in unison, including Lavi who looked so shocked you might think he died of a heart failure.

"Tell us, Allen!"

"Yeah, go on!"

"Oh my god!!! This is gonna be good!"

"Ooooooh...to die for! QUICK, GET EVERYONE HERE!!!"

"H-hey, stop pushing will ya? I can't see, hello?!" Lavi said, lost in the sea of heads.

An illegal gathering was forming around the infamous couple. More pushing. Shoving. Someone was trampled on.

"HEY! OUCH! STOP PUSHING!!!"

"Shhhhh!! He's gonna say something!"

A deathly silence commenced.

"Uhm…I don't know." Allen answered truthfully. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of where to begin. Really? What the hell was he thinking taking cover behind a man who sent at least a hundred death threats a day? The idea of using Kanda as a human shield was just…odd - even for an insane just-escaped-out-of-a-mental-asylum patient.

"Uhm…" Allen shifted his feet, feeling all awkward and uneasy.

The group of busybodies hobbled closer to Allen and his human shield.

"Uhm…"

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, ALLEN, TELL US ALREADY!"

"YEAH!" the cafeteria shouted in weird harmony.

"I-I… Idon'tknowwhybutIalwaysfeelsafewithKandaandfindinghimwasthefirstthingonmymind!" Allen said in one breath. His face turned so red that even blood would be jealous.

"Awwwww…" went everyone.

Kanda, never good at dealing with such confessions, froze. What was he supposed to do?! Fighting the Noahs doesn't seem so difficult now. In fact, he would much rather be on a battlefield and not facing an unbearably cute, blushing Moyashi.

'Agh, stupid Moyashi,' he thought. 'How on earth can you blush at a time like this? Stop blushing!'

Kanda had to resist the very strong urge to shake him wildly by the shoulders and demand him to stop blushing. It stained what was left of his self-control and did very strange things to him.

He faintly wondered when the Moyashi had gotten so… irresistible (because there was simply no other word for it), and why girls like Lenalee couldn't look like him when they blushed.

My God...

Kanda, catching himself for thinking so disgracefully as though it would taint his perfect reputation, shuddered mentally and plastered his face with a hard frown.

"SO? What makes you think I'd help? Because I sure as hell wont'!!" Kanda said coldly, trying to resume his cool exterior.

"Yeah, what?" Hobble. Hobble. The tell-us-more primitives looked from Kanda to the person in question. Even Jeryy stopped cooking in favor of listening.

"I-I..." Allen stammered, hesitant. "I-I didn't think you would..."

"Awwwww..."

"AND?!" Kanda probed further, feeling ridiculously annoyed.

"B-but you did! Maybe it was indirectly or unintentionally, but you helped me. Somehow, you really did. See?" the kid gestured towards his frightened off okay-we-know-Kanda's-there fan club that was about ten feet away.

"Awwwww..."

Kanda sent them a death glare. The "Awwwww..." died away instantly.

Something seemed to snap inside Kanda. He suddenly sneered, like a predator on full frontal attack, his eyes darkening to thick layers of spite. Somehow the word 'help' and 'exorcist' didn't blend in too well with the samurai. Or maybe, all that blushing has really pushed his buttons.

He wanted to get out of here, quick, before he really did something foolish.

"You amaze me sometimes, Moyashi. With that thickheaded brain of yours, I'm surprised you're even qualified as an exorcist. Other than smearing our reputation, what good are you?" Kanda scoffed. "Tell me, Moyashi, because I'm really interested to know. What good are you when you can't even handle those idiots, that stupid fan club of yours? It disgusts me. Then again, I always knew you were weak."

Allen didn't retort nor did he throw him a defensive glare, like he normally would.

There was something else stuck in his throat…a forbidden string of thoughts that was on the brink of exploding. It wasn't a cutting or smart answer to counter the criticisms of the raven-haired teen. It was something else entirely different.

Kanda glared at the alarmingly huge number of people who were all quashed up, trying to hear the Yullen I-love-you confession. They shuddered involuntarily.

"I swear I'll kill anyone who dares breathe a word about this. Understand?! Now, MOVE!!" Kanda roared.

Not keen on testing his anger, the people began shifting to make a pathway for the hothead. Just as Kanda was about to make a grand exit, Allen blurted out the one thing everyone was, literally, dying to hear.

"I know you hate me because you sure act like you do...but...ITHINKILIKEYOUKANDA!"

Kanda's eyes widen.

Lavi cheered.

The mob threw confetti and went...well, crazy.

Allen quickly closed his mouth, shocked even by his own outburst. He ran, with an alarming speed, out of the cafeteria.

Author's Note: AHHH! Another stupid crappy chapter! I kept editing and re-editing this chapter, so it went longer and longer and longer. (My eyes are burning!) I hope it wasn't confusing! What do you think? Were the characters OOC?

I realized that I kept making Allen blush. But he looks so kawaii when he does that! XD Haha.