A/N: Ahahahaha! Got a lot of complaints on the cliffhanger there. Oh well. 8DD I'm not actually sorry about, hehehehe. 8D
So here it is! The much awaited chapter! OwO Don't forget to review! I'll be hoping to have 70 before I update. XD
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Chapter 4
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Allen's body was petrified to the point that he wasn't even breathing.
Gray eyes constricted in shock, the magic of the moment disappearing as dread settled in. Beads of sweat started forming on Allen's skin, and the young boy closed his eyes, placing a preordained wince on his face as he somewhat expected Kanda to punch him.
But it wasn't a punch that he received.
The moment Allen felt calloused fingers caressing the sides of his face, his eyes immediately shot open, wide with surprise and confusion. What's going on? His mind frantically asked, as the hands continued tracing the contours of his face. Allen would have had enough sense to move away while he still had the chance, but unfortunately, he was sinking slowly into the pleasurable spell of Kanda's touch.
Oh god, what heaven was this? Allen closed his eyes again and released a silent moan of contentment. A small voice at the back of his head knew that this was wrong, but at the moment Allen didn't care. He just liked this touch. That's all.
A sudden pulling action brought him back to earth, and once again, Allen's eyelids flew open, but the shock that reappeared in his eyes hardly justified the shock he was feeling at that precise second.
Their lips… There was no longer a gap in between them.
Allen's eyes remained open, his body finding a hard time to cope with the incident. He just stayed there, as rigid as a statue while Kanda's hands held his head firmly into place. The feeling of his soft, warm lips against his was very pleasurable, and Allen could somewhat taste a part of the older boy through such a contact. Soon he felt some nibbling on his lower lip, begging for entry. Allen, knowing nothing about how to kiss someone, opened his lips since he didn't know what else he should do.
A warm, wet tongue evaded his mouth and Allen released a small gasp in surprise. Yet, he still couldn't pull away. It was a sensation he had never felt before in his life, something he never dreamed of going through. In spite of that, here he was, kissing the man he hated before but pitied now, and he wasn't even sure what he was doing.
Allen wanted to return the kiss. He really wanted to. But as Kanda's tongue brushed against every part of his lips, the more his body froze. He couldn't understand it. His mind was screaming for control but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't make his body move. He couldn't make his tongue move. It was as if that small part of his brain, that small part that was still sane, was stopping him from doing something so…so…
The disappearance of that warmth broke his train of thought and Allen stared at Kanda in silence, his mouth slightly ajar and wet. The samurai had groaned and muttered something incoherent, then turned over to the side and started breathing normally once more.
Realization struck Allen like a horrible stampede of coffee-dosed akuma.
All this time Kanda's eyes were closed. All this time he was asleep.
That recognition finally made him snap out of his petrified form, and Allen immediately stumbled away from Kanda, his mouth flying to his mouth. No… he thought, as he stared at Kanda, who was dreaming away as if nothing had happened. That's impossible. Allen knew that it was definitely not possible for Kanda to dream about such things. Uhm, okay, maybe he could. But it wasn't about me, right? He asked himself, hoping that such a fact would be reassuring. Though, why did he say "beansprout" before he touched me…
Whoa. Whoa. Wait a minute.
He touched Allen?!
The younger boy stared Kanda's immotile arms that were so fascinatingly active a while ago. What the hell is going on? His mind asked, getting greatly confused. How could Kanda move his arms when he was asleep? Allen couldn't figure it out. He was certain that Kanda wasn't pretending to be handicapped before. He was just too proud for such a thing. So, why on earth did his hands move when he…when he…
A bright red blush appeared on Allen's face. God, he though, all embarrassed. What have I done to deserve this?
Allen didn't wait for god's answer. That celestial dude never replied, anyway. As silently as he could, Allen stumbled out of Kanda's room and ran to Komui's office, the redness on his face never seeming to go away.
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Kanda opened his eyes and emitted a small yawn. That sleep did him some good, and the longhaired exorcist felt particularly energized. He would have stretched his arms the way he usually would but… well, no need to ruin the morning with that fact.
There was also something strange about his sleep. It had been a long time since he actually dreamed, and Kanda knew that this time, he did dream, but unfortunately, he just couldn't remember. What was I dreaming about? He wondered, a bit curious. It should have been a pretty important dream if he was feeling a bit uneasy about it in the morning. Maybe I'll remember it later, he thought, and let the uneasiness fade away.
Kanda jumped out of his bed with a bit of difficulty, but he managed it nevertheless. Sunlight was streaming into his room, and he checked the clock, surprised that he had slept in. It bothered the samurai a bit, since he was used to getting up really early just to train. But now, of course, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing.
Without that beansprout's help, that is.
Kanda knew that he wouldn't be able to get dressed by himself, so he heaved a grudging sigh as he kicked his door open and walked out of his room. Where's that beansprout? He wondered as he walked around the halls. It was breakfast time, so Allen would probably be eating his way to hell again in the Dining Hall.
Kanda smirked at the thought, but this sudden movement made him realize how dry his lips were. Automatically his tongue grazed over them, moistening them with his own saliva. That was when he suddenly tasted something strange in his mouth. It was a taste foreign to him, although he couldn't deny how delicious it was. Kanda licked his lips and again, there it was once more. That taste he didn't know of. Kanda had no idea where it came from, or how it got on his lips…
"Yuu~!"
A nerve popped out of Kanda's forehead. He recognized that annoying voice. The only person who had the guts to call him his first name had returned.
"I told you never to call me like that, didn't I?" he hissed, his eyes downright homicidal. Lavi just laughed and placed an arm on Kanda's shoulder. "Well, Yuu, I don't think you would be able to do anything about it right now," he replied, winking at his fuming friend. "Komui wanted me to fetch you from your room, but when I arrived there, I was surprised to see that you were gone. How'd you twist the doorknob? With your mouth?"
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid rabbit," Kanda growled, shaking off Lavi's hand from his shoulder. "If you came back just to insult me, then better go and find yourself another mission because you're just wasting your time."
"Aww, Yuu, don't be too touchy. I'm sorry, m'kay? Anyway, let's get going to Komui's office. He said he discovered the reason behind your ailment."
Kanda suddenly froze and stared at Lavi in shock. "What did you say?"
"I said, Komui found out why you got your arms are all useless now," Lavi patiently chirped, knowing how this must be affecting his friend. "Though I think he's still figuring out how to fix – Oi! Wait up, Yuu!"
Kanda had already abandoned Lavi and started marching towards Komui's office. The possibility of having his arms back ASAP was something that made Kanda very excited indeed. Though, he didn't show this, of course. He'd rather be lame for life than to be seen jumping around in joy like a hyper lunatic.
The samurai soon arrived in front of Komui's office, and without further hesitation, Kanda kicked the door open with all his might.
"OWW!! ARGH!!"
The door flung open, and as it did, it hit a certain white-haired boy who was just about to go out the aforementioned door. As Kanda stepped into the room, he glanced impassively at the growling boy who was clutching his swelling forehead and bleeding broken nose.
"Godfh dammisth Khamdah!" *God, dammit Kanda! Allen hollered, though the blood running down his nose made his voice sound very nasal. Lenalee, who was in the room with him, immediately ran to Komui's medicine cabinet and took out an ice pack. "Are you okay, Allen-kun?" she asked, wiping away some of the blood with her handkerchief, and handing the ice pack to Allen. "Yesh, Ihm hokey. Donsh whorrhie." *Yes, I'm okay. Don't worry.
"Stop talking, beansprout. You sound really stupid," Kanda commented before walking past the boy and towards Komui who was frowning. "What's this thing I heard about you knowing what caused this 'ailment' of mine?"
"Don't you know how to knock, Kanda?" Komui asked, exasperated. He'll have to replace that broken lock again. "You could have done it with your knee, you know."
"Whatever. Just spit it out, already," Kanda snapped, getting impatient. If he could, Kanda would have crossed his arms over his chest just to point out how pissed off he was. "Fine, fine," Komui replied, sighing as he took a folder from your desk. "Last night, Allen reported to have seen you move your hands. While you were asleep."
Komui paused, giving Kanda some time to cope.
Indeed it was a pretty hard thing for the samurai to understand. He glanced at Allen who was still busy tending to his broken nose. "Are you messing with me?" he asked, incredulously.
"No, I'm not," Komui answered, having expected such a reaction from Kanda. "No wonder we didn't find anything damaged in your arms. Tyki Mikk did not attack them. The one thing he targeted was your brain, specifically, your spinocerebellum."
"Spino—what?" He impatiently asked, having no tolerance for scientific crap.
"Spinocerebellum. It is a part of the brain's cerebellum that regulates body and limb movements. Apparently he had done something to that damage that specific part, though he inflicted only enough damage to make your arms solely the ones immotile. We don't know how to fix the damage yet, but we'll know more after the X-ray. After you eat, go down to the Science Department," he explained. "Allen-kun will accompany you there."
Kanda once again glanced at Allen, who was now silently watching him. A small frown appeared on the samurai's face as he noticed that slight blush that appeared on the other boy's face when their eyes met. He then began to wonder what exactly his hands were doing while he was asleep.
"Wait a minute, Komui. I still don't get one thing. How come my hands were moving when I was asleep?" he asked, more perplexed than before.
"Oh, yes. I forgot to mention that. I'm not really that sure but since the spinocerebellum only reacts to conscious orders, I think that when sub-conscious impulses step in, the damage Tyki Mikk had done doesn't apply. So in short, you can move your arms only when you're unconscious or asleep," Komui replied.
Kanda bit his lip. That didn't make things any better. Who cares if he could move them in his sleep? As if he'll be snoring when the akuma came. "What did I do to that twerp anyway? How'd he notice?"
"Well, he said –"
"You smacked me right on the face with the back of your hand, you bastard!" Allen snapped at him, cutting off Komui's reply. His voice was back to normal now, since the blood flow has stopped. "And I was just placing a blanket over you, for heaven's sake!"
One of the things Allen was proud of was his ability to lie. He did it so fluidly, as if he was speaking a well-supported truth. His prowess in deceit was exceptional for it was the only lesson Marian Cross had taught him with efficiency. Though, if Allen could help it, he'd rather not lie.
"Oh," Kanda replied, inwardly sighing in relief. He thought that it was something a lot more serious. Oh well. At least his sub-consciousness had some sort of humor. Maybe next time he'd actually land a punch on someone's face, hopefully Allen's. "Well, that actually isn't my fault, beansprout. Don't be such a sissy."
Allen scowled but kept his mouth shut. One of the lessons he learned from this master was never to overreact. It'll just make his lie very obvious.
"Are you even certain that this is reversible?" Kanda questioned, narrowing his eyes on Komui. The one thing he hated was to have hope and then have his hopes thwarted. Komui shook his head. "I'm sorry, Kanda, but I don't know. This is the first time I've had a case like this, and even if we could do something to fix it, I have a feeling that it would be a pretty lethal operation since because we'll have to crack your skull open," he explained, his lips pursed into a thin line.
"I don't care if it's lethal. You know that I won't be dying easily, anyway," Kanda hastily stated. He looked at Komui and saw the disdain on the man's face. Komui had never approved of Kanda using up his life energy so leisurely. "Value life," he said, an irony in the samurai's ears, for "valuing" life was something difficult to do in their line of work. He wasn't like that beansprout who got so emotional every time someone died. Jeez, it's just a dead person for heaven's sake.
"Say what you want Kanda, but without my permission, you wouldn't get a brain operation. Until I find a safe method of curing your ailment, you will have to survive without your arms for now. Allen's going to start with your training today, because you have to get used to the weight of your hands," Komui said, as he placed his documents away. "And if you're still wondering why it's Allen and not Lenalee who's going to train you, well, Lenalee is currently assigned to a mission together with Lavi and Bookman. The three of them are taking in all the missions you and Allen missed and will be missing."
"Like I said, why can't the beansprout go on missions instead?" Kanda hissed, though with less conviction than before. Allen's presence didn't really bother him anymore, but he wasn't going to let others notice about this growing "friendship" with the other boy.
"You should know. I announced it before, right?" Komui replied, his voice suddenly becoming grave. Kanda then remembered about the 14th Noah and all those shit he didn't want to accept. Beansprout was beansprout. He wasn't one of those fucking bastards. A scowl appeared on face, and Kanda shut his mouth unhappily. What Central had ordered, the Headquarters must follow. Che. Kanda hated being controlled like this.
The boy turned around and stomped out of the door, but before he disappeared he stopped and turned to Allen, who was still scowling. "Pull yourself together, beansprout and hurry up. I have to finish eating quickly." After saying those words, Kanda left the room with an annoyed expression upon his face.
Allen rolled his eyes and stood up, still cradling his broken nose that had stopped bleeding, but was still painfully broken, nonetheless. Damn that Kanda! He could have apologized, that bastard! Grr! "Thanks, Lenalee," Allen said, smiling at his friend while his mind conjured wicked thoughts about the aforementioned male. "Sorry if I'll have to give you much work. Kanda needs my help, and the Central's still suspicious of me, so I can't do anything about it. I hope you understand. Sorry."
"Ah, don't worry, Allen-kun! I can manage, also, Lavi and the others are all here to help! We really hope that Kanda would get healed soon. I applaud you for being so patient with him, despite his attitude. Hope you wouldn't hate each other too much after all this," Lenalee replied, smiling at the boy. There was something about Allen and Kanda's relationship that intrigued her. She just couldn't place a finger on it. There was something there, nagging at the corner of her woman's intuition – which was always right, by the way – something that appeared every time she witnessed Allen and Kanda arguing. Only Allen could induce such a reaction from Kanda, and only Kanda could sure piss Allen off. It was both mysterious and cute.
"Okay then! I'll have to go and make sure Kanda apologizes for this," Allen said, pointing at the red swell on his broken nose. "If he won't, I'll make sure that I'll break his nose too just to make things even," he mused, then caught the stern look on Lenalee's face. "…Or maybe not. I guess I'll have to keep up with his stubbornness, huh?" She grinned and Allen grinned in reply. "Komui, you better hurry up with Kanda's cure," he grunted at the direction of Lenalee's brother who was starting to snore on his pile of paperwork again. "Or else you might lose him for good."
"Wake up, nii-san!" Lenalee called out, and took one of the books on the shelf, throwing it at her brother mercilessly. A loud thump! followed by half a scream echoed throughout the room, and both Allen and Lenalee snickered as Komui started to whimper. "Yes, yes! I'll get on it as soon as possible! Lenaleeeee~! Why'd you hit me?? Don't you love your nii-san anymore~?? Waaaah~!! My little sister has grown to be so different!"
"You do know that I'm not actually feeling sorry for you, don't you, Nii-san?" Lenalee sighed and rolled her eyes. "Let's go Allen-kun! I'll help you feed Kanda. How does he eat by the way? Do you mouth-feed him?" She asked, ignoring the wails of her eccentric brother. Allen immediately bit his tongue before he could say "yes"; fortunately, he remembered the deal he made with Kanda. "Ah, no! Kanda would rather starve to death than have someone shove food into his mouth," Allen drawled and sighed, hoping that his expression would make his lie more believable. "Kanda drinks his food now. And no, I'm not talking about soba soup. His diet is now restricted to porridges, vegetable soups, and some mashed food that he could sip from a straw."
Okay, that's believable enough. I hope she buys it, Allen thought, looking at Lenalee with his poker face. The girl scrutinized her with those suspicious eyes of hers, and after one full minute of staring, Allen began to have the feeling that Lenalee could read right through him. However, instead of busting him out, the girl just smiled. "Okay, Allen-kun. I believe you. That's weird and funny, though. Kanda eating from a straw?" She released something that sounded like a snort and a chuckle, though Allen couldn't tell which was which. "Take a picture next time," she suggested, grinning mischieviously.
"Aww, Lenalee, if I wanted to die, I would have gone to the Millennium Earl, okay?" Allen retorted, and both of them ended up laughing. Deep inside, Allen was relieved. He really thought Lenalee had discovered their secret. "Okay now, gotta run and help almighty Kanda eat his meal," he said as he started walking towards the door. "See ya around!"
"Don't fight with Kanda anymore!" Lenalee called at him, making her voice sound more like an order than a request. It would be bad if those two killed each other now.
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Kanda was still pretty much pissed off when Allen came into his room with the food. "What took you so long, beansprout?" he growled, a scowled fixated on his face. "And why aren't you using chopsticks? Didn't I tell you to go and learn? All the metal in the fork are making the soba taste bad."
"Well that's your problem now, isn't it?" Allen hissed as he loudly slammed the food tray on the table. "I don't care how the food tastes for you as long as it keeps you alive. If you don't want to eat it, I'll shove it down your throat. End of story."
"I'll kill you if you do," Kanda snapped, glaring at Allen.
"Just go and try you handicapped bastard," Allen retorted, narrowing his eyes into an icy stare.
For a long time both of them continued staring at each other with vile expressions, and if looks could kill, the Order would be lacking two exorcists by now.
Finally, after a full five minutes of trying to melt each other's eyeballs off, Allen sighed and rolled his eyes. "This is stupid, Kanda. You know that."
Kanda didn't reply, but merely grunted as he tore his gaze away and decreased the intensity of his scowl. He was still angry but having been able to release a bit of his temper into Allen made him more comfortable. It would have been more satisfying if they had a fistfight, but that was virtually impossible, taking into consideration his circumstances.
Allen took the soba from the tray, rolled the noodles around his fork; the way people will eat spaghetti, and dipped it into the sauce. "Here you go," Allen said as he raised the fork into the other boy's mouth. "Don't make me use the 'Here comes the akuma' joke again. It's getting old."
"You used that only once, beansprout," Kanda replied, before he ate the mouthful of soba. After swallowing, he added, "How could it possibly get old?"
"Well, I hate being repetitive," Allen drawled, sticking out his tongue in a form of mockery. "A joke becomes redundant when used twice in the same company."
Kanda snorted at such an explanation. "What, did you learn that from Cross too? Or an experience in those odd jobs of yours, perhaps? Stories are spreading about your past, beansprout, and tell you what? I'm listening."
When that brilliant shade of crimson appeared on Allen's face, Kanda smirked and inwardly snickered. The sight of an abashed Allen Walker was really funny. It was fun to break his annoying poker face every now and then. "Shut up, ba-Kanda!" Allen hissed, looking away. His past life with Cross wasn't actually something he was proud of, and for the people in the Order to actually be talking about how big his debts were… Allen couldn't help but feel nauseous whenever he'd think about it.
Kanda merely averted his eyes. "Whatever, beansprout. Just don't go yapping about your tricks of trade. I'm not interested," he stated, and opened his mouth for the next spoonful of food. Allen grunted but didn't reply, and accidentally shoved the food too hard into Kanda's mouth. As a reflex, Kanda immediately spat the food out before he choked. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Gah!" Allen gasped as the food splattered all over his face. "I'm the one who should be asking that question, you jerk!" He grabbed the table napkin from the tray and hastily wiped away the tidbits of saliva-marinated soba. Allen had a feeling that there were some stuck in his hair, but without a mirror, he couldn't possibly get them out without making a mess. "Why the hell did you spit on me?!"
"For fucking choking me, idiot!" Kanda snapped, and a murderous glare once again "graced" his face. Allen scowled and returned the same glare, matching the intensity of the other's killing intent. "It was an accident, you bastard! You didn't have to spit on me, for heaven's sake!"
"That was a freakin' reflex!"
"Well, I still deserve an apology, don't I?"
"No, I don't think so."
"You…!"
Allen ran out of nice profane words that he could use against Kanda, so all he could do was sigh in exhaustion. This was getting redundant, really. His scowl softened and molded into a tired expression, showing off all the stress he'd been feeling all that time. "Look, Kanda," he started, knowing that if he didn't apologize first, no one would. "Okay, I'm sorry. I guess I got a bit touchy when you mentioned about my past. It wasn't actually composed of happy memories, you know?" Allen averted his eyes on the bowl of soba noodles, a sort of distracted look on his face.
Kanda sensed the sudden shift in the atmosphere and noticed the change in Allen's demeanor. Something in the boy's face made Kanda throw away his temper for a moment, and turn his face into something milder than a glare. "Well," he muttered, looking away. "It's good we got that clear. Sorry, I guess, for spitting on you, beansprout. But really, it's not my fault you were in my line of fire."
Allen inwardly snorted at the apology. It was typical of Kanda to apologize, then put the blame on someone other than himself. Oh well, Allen thought. At least the word "sorry" managed to come out of his mouth somehow. If not, I would have walked out of here long ago. "Apology accepted, I guess," Allen replied, shrugging. "And, oh. The name's Allen."
"Whatever," Kanda grunted, smirking slightly. Finally, the tension was gone and things were back to normal. "Let's hurry up and get over this breakfast, beansprout. I want to know how to get my arms moving again," he added, and then opened his mouth to welcome another forkful of the soba noodles. The white-haired boy's face suddenly dropped at those words, a feat that the older one noticed. "Beansprout?" he asked, in a tone of curiosity that craftily masked his innate concern. "What's the matter?"
Allen looked at him hesitantly, and then looked back down at the bowl of soba. "Well… Kanda, if the only way to cure your hands was to crack your skull open, are you still going to go through it?"
"Yesh," Kanda blatantly answered, his supposedly firm voice marred by the chewing movements of his mouth.
An anxious frown appeared on Allen's face. "But what if it's dangerous? Komui said it himself…you could get killed in the process. I know you've been having miracle recuperations and all that stuff that I couldn't understand, but this involves your brain, Kanda," the boy urged. "Maybe you could just try living without your arms. Komui could change the form of Mugen to a weapon that could be strapped on to your legs and then— "
"Someone broke my neck once," Kanda interrupted, his voice pretty much impassive, as if he was talking about a little cut instead of a lethally broken neck. "But look, I'm still alive." He paused and stared Allen for a long time. Finally, after a full minute of heavy silence, he resumed with his voice lower and huskier than before. "You know, beansprout, there's one thing about me that you should know about."
The samurai abruptly leaned towards Allen's face, making the other boy stumble back in surprise. A blush would have reappeared on the younger boy's face again if it weren't for the fact that Kanda looked so serious. "I will never die until I fulfill my life's goal. A goal that you don't need to know. So stop increasing your blood pressure by getting worried over my life, because I don't want someone like you to die because of a pathetic heart attack," he gravely stated, his face dead-on serious.
There was a sort of scary look in Kanda's eyes that made Allen nervously gulp and just nod in affirmation, even if he didn't really understand what the other had said.
"Good," Kanda sighed, seeing that he had nailed the message into Allen's skull. He opened his mouth, and Allen silently placed another mouthful of food into the samurai's mouth. "Another thing, beansprout," he added, as he swallowed.
"It's Allen, Kanda. Do I have to spell it for you? A-L-L-E-N. Allen. Get it?" Allen recited in exasperation and annoyance. Kanda rolled his eyes and ignored him, something that made Allen's lips twist into a small scowl. "Try to learn using chopsticks next time. Really, beansprout. For a European like you, the taste of metal utensils might be common, but for a Japanese person like me, it's really disgusting. If you try to learn it, then maybe we wouldn't be fighting often in the future."
"But there's no one available to teach me," Allen unhappily whined.
"Go ask Jerry," Kanda suggested. "He cooks my soba using wooden chopsticks, because he knows that I hate the taste of metal. He'll teach you how to do it."
"But he's busy," Allen persisted. It's not that he didn't want to learn how to use chopsticks. He just didn't want to bother other people's lives. Also, if he suddenly asked to be taught how to use chopsticks, suspicions would arise, and soon, everybody would find out about their mouth-feeding sessions. "And Kanda, if I ask someone to teach me how to eat with chopsticks, people might start getting suspicious, and soon they'll know that I'm mouth-feeding you. So you'll have to bear with these metal utensils, or maybe I'll get someone to carve wooden utensils for me."
Kanda saw the point in Allen's words and was about to emit an unhappy growl when an idea came across his mind. "What if I teach you how to do it, beansprout?" he suggested, smirking. "It'll be better that way. I get to eat soba the way I want it, and you get to find another way of eating too. It benefits both of us."
Allen's eyes twitched when Kanda hinted about his eating "disorder." Well, it wasn't actually his fault that he turned out to be a parasite-type, was it? Kanda didn't need to rub it in.
But the older guy did have a point. Allen's been long curious on how two thin sticks could make a person have a satisfying meal. It wouldn't be too bad. And with Kanda teaching him, people wouldn't have an idea about what's going on in his Personal Assistant services.
"Okay, Kanda. You've got a deal. As long as it keeps your spit away from my hair, I'm fine with it," Allen chirped, feeling very accomplished today. At least they got to fix their problems diplomatically. No need to head-butt each other or pinned each other to the floor. Although he did sustain a broken nose earlier, Allen already pardoned Kanda for that.
"You're pretty vain, you know that?" Kanda lightly sneered, a smirk on his face again.
"Heh, I don't want to walk about with leftovers all over me, Kanda," Allen teased back, preparing another forkful of soba noodles and moving it towards Kanda's mouth. The samurai obediently took it in, and chewed without further ceremony. The tension was now completely obliterated, and as the food disappeared from the tray, a small smile grew on both the boys' faces.
That was a good morning, indeed
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A/N: A non-cliffhanger for once. 8DD Haha! I don't want to end up with hate mails about how my cliffhangers were being unnecessary. 8DD Hehe. So once again, the deal's on!
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