WARNING! This story contains SPOILERS and YAOI! Also a few minor OCs, so don't kill me.
Woo! Time for the second omake and it's quite a bit longer than the first, to commemorate Fallen's one-year anniversary! I started this story exactly one year ago, and boy has it come a long way from there. There's still a long way to go, too. Thanks everyone for sticking with me all this time, and I hope this not-so-little extra doesn't disappoint!
200 REVIEWS! You know what that means, right? CRACK OMAKE! Send me one or two ideas per person via reviews or messages on what you would like to see between BaKanda and his lovely beansprout. No M-rated. Sorry. Apparently, my computer can't handle hard yaoi and loves to label the files that contain it as 'corrupted'. I'm not even kidding. The only lemon I ever wrote turned into a corrupted file. How ironic is THAT?
LOLWUT? Could this actually be AREKAN? Maybe~
Rated: T [for violence and language] Bold: Used only in dreams or flashbacks to indicate the main character's lines. Italics: Used to indicate dreams, flashbacks, and thoughts.
Second Omake and One-Year Anniversary
Kanda was pissed.
He was currently running down the hallway of the Black Order, the thin soles of his black training shoes hitting the floor as he went. The fact that he'd even gotten a chance to slip them on before pelting out of the training room was a miracle. Mugen was clutched possessively in his hand and he gritted his teeth angrily.
This is all Komui's fault!
It had started with a simple comment by none other than the idiotic red-headed rabbit. Lavi had groaned and complained loudly at dinner about how bored he was. Allen had stupidly agreed and then just had to mention the game he used to play when he was Cross's apprentice.
"I used to get really bored when we traveled or when I was waiting for Master to return from a long night of drinking and gambling, so I played a game. I'd decide on one item that was difficult to get and challenge myself to find it. Kind of like a treasure hunt."
Kanda turned the corner and disappeared into a small corridor, pausing to lean against the wall and catch his breath. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back on the flat surface.
"That sounds like fun! Maybe we should mention the idea to Komui. He could arrange an Order-wide event!"
Lavi had beamed and Allen had smiled brightly. Dubbing it a good idea, the two imbeciles had left the cafeteria, supposedly to find the crazy Chinese supervisor. Kanda had overheard but thought nothing of it and finished his soba, glad to be left alone. It wasn't until he'd been halfway through his morning training session when the harmless idea for fun would come back to slap him in the face.
Footsteps suddenly reached his ears and Kanda's blue eyes snapped open.
Shit!
He shoved off the wall and resumed hauling ass out of there, just as excited shouts were heard.
"I'm going to win!"
"No, I am!"
"He'll just knock you out, Lavi."
"Oh, and he won't murder you?"
"Nope! If he tried, nii-san would kill him. Besides, Kanda-kun wouldn't do such a thing to me."
"I envy you, Lenalee..."
"Lenalee-san, is this really worth it?"
"Oh come on, Chaoji! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Yea! Just think of what you'll be able to do with the prize!"
"A-Allen-kun...that sounded so dirty..."
"That's n-not what I meant, Lenalee!"
"Sure you did, Allen-tan."
"Lavi!"
"Eliade!"
"Krory...?"
Kanda growled and swerved into another small hallway, only to discover it was a dead end. He cursed bitterly and whirled around, only to spot the crowd approaching the hall. He was trapped. Sincerely praying for all he was worth that the darkness would cloak his presence, Kanda pressed against the dead end wall and stared as Allen, Lavi, Lenalee, Chaoji and Krory slowed and stopped right at the opening. That's when the sound system cracked on the overhead speakers.
"Attention to all players of the treasure hunt game! The stakes have just been raised! The person who retrieves Kanda's hair tie along with Mugen will get Kanda's services for a full twenty-four hours!"
Kanda was about ready to kill something. First, the supervisor had to have the audacity to offer up Mugen for reward, naming the prize as one favor from him, without having gotten his consent, of course. The favor could be whatever the winner asked of him. Now, Komui was signing away his life for a full day? The samurai held back a harsh expletive.
After the little announcement, the group pursuing him exploded into excitement. Heads turned this way and that, frantically trying to find him. No one spotted the exorcist hiding in the shadows of the hallway. Lavi exclaimed having thought he saw midnight blue hair and took off down the main corridor. The rest of the group trailed behind and Kanda closed his eyes, sighing in relief.
Bad idea.
The last person to run off stopped and backtracked, having heard the small noise. Smoky gray eyes caught a glimpse of a figure in the darkness and a slow smirk spread across the person's mouth. Kanda shifted against the wall and moved to leave, eyes opening. He froze. There, grinning impishly at him, stood Allen Walker.
"Well...there you are, BaKanda."
Kanda tensed and his hand flew to his precious sword's hilt. Of all the people who could have found him and cornered him, it just had to be the sprout. Fate was cruel.
::
Allen regarded the Japanese with interest. He was coiled, ready to strike at any given moment. His hair, though still caught up in a ponytail, was disheveled and sprawled over his shoulder. Mugen was clutched with white-knuckled hands. Sapphire eyes flashed threateningly. Curiously, the white-haired boy took a step forward.
"Don't move, Moyashi!"
Kanda hissed out, drawing his blade instantly and pointing the tip at Allen. The younger exorcist stifled a laugh.
He looks exactly like a cornered cat.
The scene Kanda was exhibiting was just too funny, but Allen felt a wave of pity wash over him as he noticed a very slight shake in the sword. Kanda was really uptight about this, wasn't he? Though, it made sense now that he thought about it. The scavenger hunt was a threat against the older exorcist's weapon as well as his dignity. Allen sighed.
I'm going to regret doing this, but...
He walked up to Kanda, holding his hands palms out so it would be clear he meant no harm. Kanda kept the sword pointed over Allen's shoulder at a convenient angle so, with one move, he could easily lob off his head. Not that it scared the boy, since he knew Kanda wouldn't actually kill him.
"I said, don't come any cl-!"
"Calm down, Kanda. I'm not going to rape you or anything."
The look on Kanda's face was priceless. Allen smiled and gently placed his left hand on Mugen's blade, lowering it.
"Looks like you've been running for a while. Wanna catch a break?"
At first, Kanda was wary, but Allen's smile grew as the boy sighed and sheathed his weapon. Taking that as a yes, Allen turned to leave the hallway and Kanda followed. Suddenly, a pounding of feet was heard and Allen snatched Kanda by the wrist, running out into the hall.
"They're coming back! Here, hide in this closet!"
The two exorcists stumbled around the corner and into the nearest storage closet. Allen slammed the door shut and held his breath. Lavi's voice sounded just outside.
"Aww, man! We totally lost Yuu-chan and now Allen is missing, too!"
Allen felt the samurai flinch, no doubt in response to being called by his first name, and placed his palm on Kanda's chest in a calming motion.
"Lavi, maybe Allen-san already found Kanda-san and won the game."
"That's stupid, Chaoji. Are you kidding? There's no way."
"I bet he used Clown Belt so Kanda-kun couldn't escape!"
"Lenalee-san!"
"Eliade!"
"Shut up, Krory!"
"Lenalee...that really sounds like S and M, don't you think?"
At that, Allen was forced to place two palms on Kanda's chest and lean against him to keep him from lurching out of the closet to strangle Lavi. Not that he would have minded after that comment, but there is a time for everything and now was not one of them.
::
Kanda paled. Lavi and Lenalee chose the wrong moment to say something like that. To make matters worse, the stupid beansprout didn't seem to realize what the hell he was doing. He chest was burning where Allen had his hands touching it, not to mention the fact that they were shoved up against each other in a small dark closet. Did Allen have any idea how compromising this was?
"Kanda...I think they're gone..."
A whisper was breathed right on his neck. Nope. Allen had no idea.
"Moyashi..."
Kanda growled in a dangerous tone of voice, hoping to alert the white-haired idiot to the problem. It didn't have the desired effect. Silver eyes shifted and glimmered, catching in the tiny bit of light that came in from under the door, as Allen turned his head to look at him. The dust from the closet danced in the dim light, making the exorcist appear to have a halo about his head.
"It's Allen...and what is it?"
The innocence in that voice and the concerned stare in those eyes was too much for the poor Japanese to handle. He blushed and looked away.
"N-Nothing...just get us out."
Allen leaned still closer, bringing his face a mere few inches from Kanda's own.
"No, something's wrong. What is it? Is it what Lavi said? Was it-?"
"Damn it, Moyashi, just get us the f*ck out of here!"
Kanda was as tense as ever. Thankfully, the sprout moved away with a sigh.
"Alright, alright. Geez."
Allen turned the knob to open the door. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. Kanda did all he could to will it open, but one look at Allen as he glanced sheepishly at him told all.
"Uh, you're not gonna like this, Kanda...but the door's-"
"-locked."
"Yup."
"We're stuck, aren't we?"
"Yup."
"...che."
Well, if this isn't the absolute greatest thing to happen, I don't know what is.
Kanda swore fervently and closed his eyes. Alright, this wasn't too bad. They both had Innocence on them, so it'd be a cinch to get out. He didn't have enough room to wield Mugen in the tight confines of the closet, not even to unsheathe it. Allen, however, could just transform his hand and Cross Grave a hole through the door. Having reached this conclusion, Kanda opened his mouth to tell the other of it, opening his eyes as well.
Ho...ly...shit.
::
"Since we're stuck here, you might as well tell me what is so wrong."
Allen spoke evenly, face barely a breath from Kanda's own. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what possessed him to do such a thing. Maybe it was the remnants of the blush that lingered on the Japanese's face as he had closed his eyes. Maybe it was the fact that they were trapped in a tight space and forced to stand close to each other. Maybe it was the way those brilliant, incredibly dark, sapphire eyes glittered in the dim lighting as they revealed themselves to him.
Really, if I didn't know who he was and caught a glimpse of him, I'd swear he was a girl. It's no wonder people mistake his gender...
Well, no matter what it was, Allen was sure of one thing. As they were right now, Kanda was completely at his mercy.
"I said. It. Was. Nothing."
Ah, there was that dangerous and demanding baritone. Allen smiled and raised both hands to rest softly on the strong muscles of the toned chest in front of him that tensed under his touch. He could feel every move Kanda made through the thin fabric of his form-fitting tank top.
Do you purposely wear things like this just to torment people?
Allen thought to himself. Seriously, it was a mystery. Kanda never seemed to want any physical interaction at all and appeared not to care about attractive things, but did he realize just how many people of the Order found him attractive? Lavi certainly made it a point to openly show his feelings, whether Kanda could tell through the silly facade or not. There were many others, though, who chose not to voice their attraction. And for a good reason, considering the stiff exorcist would most likely chop their heads off if he knew. Or maybe he did know. Maybe he knew exactly why people stayed away from him and why his glares worked effectively. Maybe he really did flaunt his appearance, wearing clothing like this and insisting on keeping his hair long, because he wanted everyone to suffer and drool over what they could not have.
"I beg to differ, Ba-Kan-da~"
At each emphasized syllable of Kanda's nickname, the white-haired boy walked the fingers of his right hand up the other's chest. Kanda was flushed red, from anger or embarrassment Allen wasn't sure, but surprisingly the swordsman didn't move or slap Allen's hands away. There was a confused yet threatening gleam in his eyes that enticed Allen.
"Get us out of here. Now."
The order came from a very slightly wavering voice. Allen realized that he could get them out if he wanted. Doors were no match for Innocence. Kanda couldn't because there wasn't enough room to...oh. Oh. A mischievous smirk danced its way across the boy's lips.
"No...I don't think I will..."
He was playing with fire and he knew it, but he just couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, could he?
::
Goddamnit, the sprout's face was getting impossibly closer. Kanda knew he couldn't use his favored method of getting people away from him, because it was currently gripped in one hand down by his side, and with the proximity of the other, he had no available space to move it. Options ran through his head. He could probably move the other hand to punch or slap the kid, but Allen would be able to feel the movement and probably stop him before he had a chance to lift his hand high enough. So, that left his legs. It seemed logical to lift one of them and knee the boy in the gut or even the groin, but here's where Kanda found a very disturbing flaw in the plan. Before now, he never would have thought Allen capable of it, but...
"Moyashi. What the hell are you doing?"
His voice was deceivingly calm, masking his anxiety, as Allen proceeded to run his human hand down Kanda's arm in a teasingly slow manner, coming to rest on his hip. Yes, moving his leg would be a bad decision, because honestly, Kanda was scared to know what Moyashi might do if one of his legs was lifted. Before he could think of a way to get Allen off of him, a warm chuckle hummed right in front of his lips.
"Winning the game."
Kanda's eyes widened as he stared at the twinkling silver orbs that stared back at him. Allen had taken Mugen right out of his hand.
"Wha-?"
"Shh...you wouldn't want people to hear us, would you?"
The exorcist's face erupted into a dark blush and the younger of the two smiled innocently. Allen's hand was covering his mouth in an attempt to quiet him.
"I do believe you have to do something I ask for, right? That was the reward."
Oh no...
Kanda visibly gulped, a lump moving his Adam's apple, as he watched Allen set Mugen aside on the wall behind him. The boy had him nearly pressed against the opposite wall, and he quickly moved to do just that, pressing his chest on Kanda's and letting go of his mouth to grab both wrists and pin them on the flat surface by Kanda's head.
I'm screwed.
Allen's perpetually soft smile came ever closer until Kanda could feel his breath blowing across his lips and the faintest gentle brush of the younger exorcist's own lips at the very corner of his mouth as those bright silver eyes slid closed.
"Kiss me."
The request was not unexpected. What was, however, was the fact that Kanda's immediate refusal died on his tongue. Maybe it was due to Moyashi's proximity and the warm comfortable way those lips twitched into a smile against the corner of his own, a soft gust of air coming from the boy's nose as he let out a breath.
Wait...what am I thinking?
Allen just stood there with his hands pinning Kanda's wrists, chest against him, waiting for a response. Simply...waiting. His lips were touching Kanda's, but he didn't move a muscle.
He...h-he wants me to snap, doesn't he?
Kanda swallowed thickly. Was Allen seriously so masochistic that he'd do this just to get punched in the face? Or did he really think in some delusioned part of his brain, however small it was, that he would actually comply? What the f*ck! But then...if that was true, why was he hesitating? Why was he thinking it over? Did he-?
No. Wait. Stop. There was no way he was attracted to Moyashi. No way in hell. He had two options. Kanda could either refuse until Allen most likely forced him anyway to claim his 'prize' or he could comply. He flushed at the thought, but the second option seemed a faster way out of the closet, no pun intended. Plus, it was...really, really tempting. A rumbling laugh tickled Kanda's mouth, and as the warm bubbling sound hummed from behind those tantalizingly soft lips, he finally broke.
T-To hell with it!
Kanda tilted his head and abruptly kissed the stupid bean full on the mouth.
::
Whoa...
Allen hadn't expected that at all. However, he was quick to respond and pressed into the kiss, eager to take advantage of the way he had Kanda on a leash with this treasure hunt game. He may, no he will, get punished for it later, but if he played this right then he could probably escape the wrath of Mugen.
...probably.
His mind whirled as he thought of ways to twist the samurai's pride around in his favor, but the current contact took up most of his attention. Lips molded to lips until Kanda had enough and attempted to pull away. Allen was not ready to let him go. The younger boy leaned until their bodies were flush with each other and boldly strengthened the kiss, tongue darting out to delve into the older boy's mouth. Not keen on getting the muscle bitten off, he quickly withdrew, moving against Kanda's lips again.
It seemed to work well enough. The samurai was half stunned and half insistent, matching Allen move for move. Why Kanda was playing along, and to this extent, the white-haired exorcist would never know, but he wasn't about to waste this opportunity. He had admittedly wanted to kiss the other for a while, and now he not only got his wish, but the other was responding without protest. Breaking for air, Allen gave Kanda's face a hasty glance. Kanda was red-faced and somewhat dazed, giving him the most adorably innocent expression that he'd ever exhibited as he gasped for breath.
Allen returned for another kiss before Kanda had time to realize what happened and protest. Warm breath was huffed out and lips reconnected as Allen used his position to take control for the second time. It was a rare and welcome change. Once he was sure Kanda was overwhelmed, Allen chanced releasing the swordsman's wrists and instead took hold of the sides of his face. Kanda made no move to free himself, so Allen took that as a go-ahead and let loose.
This time when his tongue invaded Kanda's mouth, it left no area unexplored. Allen thoroughly ravaged the orifice, slipping a hand behind Kanda's head to thread its fingers into silky hair and tug the head closer. The Japanese's hands were placed on Allen's chest and ended up gripping the front of his shirt, as if demanding more. Both boys became lost in a battle of tongues and heat until something happened that neither of them expected.
Kanda moaned.
The noise sent a thrill running down Allen's spine and he was instantly encouraged, shoving his body roughly up against the swordsman's own. Kanda was moaning. The reality of that gave him a surge of power, fueling his desire to manipulate and take charge of the person no one could tame.
::
Kanda, however, had regained enough sense to stifle the sounds coming from his mouth and shove against the stupid sprout's chest, separating them. Panting, he fought his way out of the fog he'd been dragged into and took a moment to slow his pounding pulse, but that proved ineffective.
"Wh-What...the...f*ck, Moya...shi?"
The intended angry yell came out in a croaking soft tone of voice. He stared, wide-eyed and flushed, at his comrade. Allen seemed to be recovering as well, but he flashed the Japanese an impudent grin and lifted his hand with a triumphant chuckle. There, between his fingers, hung Kanda's hair tie.
"Royal straight flush, BaKanda."
What? When? My hair wasnt-!
Kanda blinked in shock as he realized there were dark navy locks spilling over his shoulders. Humiliation and anger coursed through him, along with a very bright blush, as he discovered Allen had distracted him on purpose.
"Alright, your services for twenty-four hours? Let's see...you will call me 'Allen', you will carry my dishes in the cafeteria, you will remain at my side at all times, you will not threaten or harm me in any way shape or form and Mugen will not leave its sheath."
God...is that al-
"Oh, and you will train with me, meditate with me and tonight you will sleep with me in my room."
Kanda mentally groaned and Allen smiled evilly.
"If you're a good boy...I'll reward you."
The glint in his pewter eyes told all. Kanda cursed the skies above in some very colorful language as Allen chuckled and lifted his hand, activated his Innocence, blasted the door open to free them and deactivated. He handed Kanda back his sword and sauntered out. Kanda exited the cramped space and turned to Allen to demand his hair tie back, but Allen read his mind.
"No, I like the way your hair looks when it's down. Now come on, we have to tell Komui the game is over."
As the sprout turned on his heel and walked down the hall, the irate Japanese followed, hand gripping Mugen's hilt and wishing to draw it, but that was 'forbidden'. Kanda growled.
"F*ck you."
A light-hearted laugh.
"We'll see about that, Kanda. Don't rush things."
"I hate you."
"I love you, too."
Well...? WELL? How was the fanservice? xD I did my best, and it was the first time I've ever described a make-out session. O_O;; Should I write a sequel omake? Let me know! I'm also accepting ideas for omakes, so feel free to mention yours in a review or in a message, thanks!