Okay, I haven't updated in awhile, I know. No worries, I've done my best to make it worth your while. Here we are, chapter two!
Life's Spoilers
Chapter Two: Soldiers On The Front Lines
The team spent most of the day on a train to a town in Western Germany, but the train couldn't take them all the way to the ghost town further ahead. With a great amount of reluctance from Kanda, the group stopped at a local inn and checked in. It was an average place, however; it didn't have any guest nor much of any room to due damages done to the rooms. As a result, the inn keeper only had two rooms, both on opposite sides of the second-floor hallway.
Now, Lavi was about to claim Kanda for a roommate but the samurai had walked off; grabbing, Allen by the back of his collar and dragging him to the room farthest from the stairs. The red-head had annoyed him endlessly on the train, and he couldn't exactly take out his frustration on Lenalee. And Lavi? The damn rabbit outran the ebony on the train three or four times throughout the ride...
Quite naturally, Kanda ended up taking Allen later that evening; fucking him a good two or three times before settling down in the same bed. It wasn't hard to get Allen prepared or willing, but on missions with other people (specifically with Lavi and Lenalee), they had to be careful so they didn't wake them up. They were nearly walked in on before, and it was frustratingly awkward for the both of them.
Morning hit, and they were supposed to be on the way in a few hours. Kanda and Allen were asleep in the guest bedroom, and the samurai had beaten the albino teen in the wake up process. He had remembered waking up with Allen before; fact was that he had always woken up before Allen, even when it seemed like he didn't. Kanda didn't mind holding the younger male, he was very conscious of the fact he did; the feeling when he woke up, now that was why he stayed in bed. It was warm, comforting, as well as another strange combination of emotions Kanda couldn't describe. All he knew was that he enjoyed it, so he stayed where he was so he could enjoy it a little longer.
That, and the fact he found his Moyashi's reactions quite amusing whenever he woke up that way...
Wait a minute...his Moyashi? Where the fuck did that come from? He and the bean were not in any form of relationship other than what it had been since they met! They did this because they were sexually frustrated men with built up hormones and didn't have anyone to pent them on. He and Allen hated each other and had only agreed to do this because they didn't have plans to find anyone else.
Now that he thought about it...Kanda had found himself struggling to remember how they came to their agreement. They had sex one night less than a year ago. When and where, he didn't know; Komui had put he and Allen on a long string of missions that lasted quite a few months. They never spoke about it, there was never the time to; they just looked at each other and they knew they wouldn't be telling anyone. Then, during the remaining ten nights before they got back to headquarters, they had a great amount of sex in abandoned huts and dark forests; it was within that time period they had made their unspoken agreement, somehow knowing they weren't going to stop. And they haven't...
This sort of bothered Kanda in a sense, just not enough to make him stop. He hated Allen-that's a given fact! But, this was something that lovers were supposed to do-Lovers! Was he bothered by that? Fuck yes! There were people out there who didn't do the monogamous relationship in place of one-night stands, and of course, there were prostitutes out there willing to sell their bodies. But what Kanda was doing with Allen couldn't be defined as any of these; they never sold themselves to each other, they didn't just have sex for one night and move on to somebody else, they'd been doing it with each other for almost a year. A whole fucking year! And yet, there was nothing else but the physical exertion.
At least, that's what Kanda had made it out to be. Regardless, the Japanese man had always found himself questioning what it was they were doing each and every time he woke up with Allen in his arms. He may have never shown it, but it kind of bothered him that they did this. First off, this was somebody he hated more than anything, who he didn't want to be near more than he had to; yet he had no problem giving his body to the midget. Secondly, whenever the samurai woke up the next morning-with or without the Moyashi-he felt pretty guilty because Allen was just a hormonal teenager. And then, there was the feeling he was being used; the whitette had frustrated hormones and was experimenting with him, it was obvious!
Kanda was very certain that the bean sprout had thought about this before, just like the sentimental bastard he was. And he was very certain that he and Allen had felt the same way whenever they did; confused, guilty, and hurt because they felt the latter had taken advantage of the other. The feeling made him nauseous and left a hard lump in his throat; no matter how many times he said he didn't care, Kanda did care about all of this. It was sick, twisted and wrong, yet it felt so right...
And that left the samurai pretty damn torn.
Looking down at the sleeping albino, Kanda observed the boy sleeping, just as he had done several times before. The calm, peaceful features on the boy's face made him look excessively innocent, despite what they had done together more than a hundred times by now. His slow and steady breathing always reminded Kanda of a child, an angel; both on numerous occasions; thus adding to the guilt as well as feeling like a pedophile. Another thing that irked on his conscience...
He stared down at Allen with a perked brow. The boy's cheeks were flushed a deep rose and his breathing was a bit ragged this morning. He put a hand to the boy's forehead; hearing a light moan from the other as cold pressed against warm skin. Kanda could only let out an annoyed sigh; the idiot would come on a mission sick...
As much as he didn't want to, Kanda began shaking the boy until he was awake. Being Kanda, he didn't shake the latter gently, so he didn't have to wait long for silver eyes to start opening. The boy was half-asleep still, but he did notice the look his partner had on his face; Kanda was mad at him and he wasn't fully awake...that was new.
Forcing himself up on one elbow, Allen used his free hand to start rubbing his eyes as he mumbled: "Morning, Kanda," letting out a long yawn before asking the ebony: "What's wrong?"
Naturally, Kanda didn't answer immediately; he had glared at the Moyashi instead, feeling particularly annoyed that he'd jeopardize the mission by coming along sick. "You have a fever, idiot," he soon replied, resisting the urge to hit the bean for being so stupid.
Allen's eyes widened-both from confusion and from shock. Confused because he didn't particularly feel feverish; a little off the rocker, yes, but not sick. And shocked because Kanda had actually checked on his condition. Then again, they were on a mission, and Kanda wasn't in a great mood even at the idea of failing. So to hear that the man checked on him before they make it to their destination wasn't all too surprising.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it." Allen persisted, getting out of bed. Kanda grabbed the teen's wrist in a strong, firm grip. Looking back at the man, it came to no surprise that he was glaring at Allen, clearly not buying a word he said and spelling out he didn't want him there anymore; if the boy's health sank further, he was bound for dead. For any regular person, this would mean they were concerned; for Kanda, it meant that he wasn't going to fill out the paperwork, and he refused to get an ear full if the latter died and he knew there was something wrong beforehand.
The younger male sighed, looking down at the man and explaining: "I don't feel sick, BaKanda! I'm well enough and old enough to handle myself. Besides, even if I weren't, you're the guy chastising that if you can't make it through sickness, you can't make it at all. So I'll say it again for you: I'm fine!" And with that, he pulled his arm out of Kanda's grip. The man was a jerk, really.
Albeit surprised, Kanda still felt like the teen shouldn't be here with them. As much as he did enjoy telling the teen how weak he was, he only told Allen this because he knew he'd want to get stronger. But the albino put his own words against him on this, and that left Kanda out of things to say other than his usual "Che." It's not like it wasn't true.
They got ready and had breakfast at the inn before leaving. Allen didn't particularly feel like eating, but with the way Kanda was looking at him that morning, he knew that the man wasn't going to drop the subject if he noticed anything else. So he forced down the food he knew he needed; avoiding eye contact with Japanese man.
This was gonna be a long day...
Groans could be heard throughout the entire room. Injured men; a good number having their limbs amputated, were scattered around the room. The two children gave the men food, water, and medicine in order to help, but a good number of them were probably not going to make it. No matter how many times the two had seen it before, it hurt to even think about.
"Nii-sama..." The girl whispered, frightened for the men hiding with them. Their communication lines were destroyed and they were all barely alive.
The boy sighed, looking down at his sister. "No worries, Imouto; if they're real soldiers, they'll keep fighting." He stated, knowing that a good number of them wouldn't make it. But he had to try, didn't he? No one deserved to die and become the fuel for Akuma to become stronger. But even still, without a proper medical staff, they were going to die one way or another.
Sighing once more, the boy placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Come on, we've got some cleaning up to do." And with that, the two left; a sword in the boy's hands and the girl cracking her knuckles.
Alright! End of Chapter 2; thank you to all those who've read this far, and for the reviewers who are posting my grammatical errors, I am going back and fixing them before chapter three is put up.
Ja ne!
~ K. Fang-sama