hai. enjoy the chapter c: and umm, by fantasy I mean like, nothing extraordinary dont worry, but something.. atleast doesn't exist in our world xD

Allen took the other hair bang between his slender fingers, kissing that one too. "Kanda, since your hair is stuck on your head, did this help a bit?" I hope Kanda won't get mad at me for doing this.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HE JUST KISSED ME. Or did I see wrong? I think I did. I think I got drugged with something else didn't I? Something was in the soba wasn't there? There's no way that idiotic selfish bean sprout would kiss me wouldn't he? "B..e..a..n..s..p..r..o..u..t..", Kanda's body twitched of annoyance. He lowered his tone, making him sound grumpy and pretty pissed off. "What the hell are you doing?! Get the hell away of me!", he complained, with a blush.

"Kanda, if you wanted me to stop that, you could've moved away yourself, couldn't you?~ Go and sleep. I don't want you to have a headache, I told you clearly a million times, okay no a few times but, I told you that you can go sleep, or take an aspirin. You didn't, so.. I just had to teach your stubbornness a lesson", Allen responsed, smiling. "Don't make me worry so much, Kanda".

Kanda just looked away. He did listen to what the bean sprout had to say, but had no idea how to comment on that. There was no arguing against him. Allen was right. Kanda didn't want to go rest yet though- he wanted to stay by the bean sprout's side. Kanda, trying to prevent himself from saying anything wrong to hurt the bean sprout, which he didn't want to, he clenched his teeth. Allen's kisses helped quite effective against his headache. Still, he kept denying in his head the fact he really cared about the bean sprout. The last thing Kanda wanted to do was hurt the bean sprout.

"Che". What's up with him? He doesn't have to worry.

"Kanda". Allen stared with glistened eyes into Kanda's with a grin. "You're pretty sly".

"Sly? Why the hell would I be?!"

"Because..-"

Kanda's cellphone which was located in his jacket rang, interrupting their conversation.

"Che".

He took it out of the pocket of his jacket, then answered it.

"Who is this? What do you want?!"

- "Lenaleeee here~ Huh, Kanda, you don't have my number registered?"

"I do but why would I even look at who's calling me?!" This is pissing me off. I don't want her to call me.

- "Kanda, you're being a meanie-pie~ I'm calling you because I got bored, I'm waiting for Grey's Anatomy to start in 30 minutes with popcorn on the couch! I finally got Komui out of the living room. How are you Kanda? I'm wondering if you didn't damage anything!~ Did Allen-kun take care of you?"

Kanda blinked for a moment at the bean sprout, then got up and walked to the kitchen so the bean sprout wouldn't hear Kanda talk. Kanda'd be way too embarrassed for life if Allen would hear what he was about to say.

Allen raised his eyebrow. Who's that on the phone? Why can't he stay in the living room? Is he trying to hide something from me? Can't I know? Why would someone call the Kanda Yuu I got a crush on at this time, making it seem so important he actually leaves the living room?! Wait.. maybe this time.. is this his girlfriend? Or.. his crush? Or maybe someone he ever dated with or.. Noway.. This is getting me really envious.

As soon as Kanda got in the kitchen, he took a glimpse behind him since he didn't want the bean sprout to suddenly pop in. Since Kanda wasn't really a talkative person, he simply whispered a summary in chronological order that seemed pretty enough for him.

"I woke up kind of on the late side in his bed. Then he gave me soba. Then I placed my hand on his. Then he got annoyed. Then I received a headache. Then he.. kissed my hair. Isn't that stupid? "

There was a short moment of silence, then Kanda heard Lenalee making weird 'kyaa~~' sounds behind the phone.

The agitated white-haired teen in the living room bit in his fingers out of jealousy, waiting for Kanda to return so he could ask him about the call.

"What the hell are you doing? Was it that weird?"

Lenalee recovered quickly from a nosebleed she received when she heard what the samurai just said.

- "KKKKKKAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDDDAAA! I WANT DETAILS!"

"Shut the hell up!" Kanda ended the call immediately after he said that. He didn't want to become deaf for the rest of his life.

He returned with his eyes closed to the bean sprout, joined him back on the couch and awkwardly sat there with a long face.

"So, Kanda..", Allen glared. "..who was that?!"

"No one".

"You're lying Kanda! Tell me". I bet my thoughts were right? Or what if it was his grandma, that asked him to come pay him a visit? Allen smirked by his mere idiotic thoughts.

"Che. What's that smirk for bean sprout? I'll never tell you, not even in my grave!"

"Call me Allen already. If spelling my name 50 times would make you say it, I'd gladly do it!"

"Shut up!"

"KANDA! Now tell me, who was it!"

"I'm not obligated to tell you mongrel anything".

"What the duckmeat? Tell me already! Why do you keep calling me anything but my own name?! Are you deaf or do you have some sort of pronunciation disorder?!"

Kanda grinned. "You know, you're calling me deaf but it's more childish to not even know the word 'no'. I clearly refused to tell you a couple of times, learn where the hell your place is, idiot! I rather give you any nickname, since they suit you way better than your own name".

"I'm gonna ki- I mean smack that grin off of your face!". Holy damn crap, I just saved myself from dying. I almost said 'kiss'. I shouldn't become too close. I know- I kissed his hair- but it doesn't mean I can just.. yeah.. We aren't lovers! We'll never be. He deserves better and..many more reasons..but I want to kiss him though.

"Che. I'd like to see you try!". Kanda quickly got hold of Mugen and pointed it at the bean sprout. Allen seemed to look quite amused.

"Ah, Kanda". Allen dared to place his hand on Mugen. He smirked mischievously. "Only a cheater needs to use 'weapons'!"

Kanda sighed. "Who said I couldn't cheat? Who cares anyway. If even needed, I'd use a hundred katana's to slice you in pieces".

"Pfft. That'd be boring Kanda. What would you gain from chopping me in pieces so fast?"

"First of all, I wouldn't be pissed off by your face anymore".

Allen itched his head. "If my face really pissed you off that badly, then why won't you leave?!"

"Che." I wonder myself, too.

Bookman's thoughts were filled about only one thing. He wanted to think of what would be happening in the future, soon enough. He wiped the dust off of his shoulders and cleaned some parts of the room. The old man facepalmed as he watched the lazy fuck named Cross. Cross had fallen asleep on the couch inbetween a few books. That lazy bastard. If he can come here with his ass doing nothing but being a wimp all day he could just better get the hell out of here and do something about Allen. Not only Allen, also about his career. Doesn't he have a life? Bookman sighed. He's always been like this, so I shouldn't even waste my time thinking about it.

Bookman stood on a tiny ladder, reading the names of the books on the shelf from 355 years ago.

The tale of the Destroyer of Time.

This is it.

Bookman grabbed the book and climbed down the ladder with a detrimental expression on his face. If everything written in here is the truth, then sooner or later..