Hai Hai! Nayruu is back!
I apologize for how long it's taking me to update. I have other interests. So, uh, sorry?
Yeah, I'll hop around from anime/game/etc for interests. Sometimes I'll be intrested to one thing for about a month, others a couple of years. Yeah...
So, Enjoy Precious Nothings 22!
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x.S.H.O.T.-.T.W.E.N.T.Y.-.T.W.O.-.T.E.A.R.S.x
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Sometimes, Allen would cry.
Not like the open, broken, crouched on the floor-clutching-your-sides crying, but the silent tears that would leak down your face.
And when he would do that, the next morning Allen's eyes would be bloodshot from crying and his nose would be stuffed.
No one really cared – a cold was going around, after all. Komui brought Allen into a room and made him swallow a spoonful of this vile-tasting liquid.
Though, the only one who didn't show he cared was Kanda.
Obviously, to the unrecognizable eye, Kanda would be a coldhearted prick without a soul.
To Allen, he was something more, special…
"Moyashi, you've been crying again." Kanda said, as Allen giggled, wiping the tears from his face.
"Ow…" Allen would say, as the rough material of his dress shirt would scratch his eyelids.
"Baka." Kanda says, taking Allen's hands away from his face. With his hands, he wipes the tears off.
"You should take care of yourself better." Kanda whispers, laying a kiss on Allen's pentagram.
Kawaii! Kanda being a sweetheart!
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