That Awkward Moment when your mother reads your fanfiction when you didn't know it, and says that she was proud that you can write so well though it scares her. Um, yeah.
Situation
Chapter 46: Fou's Forced Forgiveness
Sitting in the back of the cafeteria, I hide behind my mountain of food so my friends didn't come over here. Lavi, Lenalee, and an obviously annoyed Kanda were eating near the center of the cafeteria. The back of the cafeteria was crudely lighted, and I had taken to eating back here, away from any and all attention.
The last plate of food I had was about to go into the garbage disposal I call my mouth when I stop mid-bite.
Crack!
Next thing I know, a chair is across the room and Kanda was in the floor, red blooming on his left cheek, and a furious looking Fou standing over him. Hoarsely coughing, he pushes himself up enough to look at the humanoid as she yells, "What kind of idiot are you?! I know firsthand that you jump to conclusions, and you still haven't learned you lesson. If I had known, I would have already wiped the halls with your face, but it wasn't until last night when Allen told me that I found out how much of a freakin' arrogant jerk you are!
"I was in the hall that night, and I saw Allen push that finder off him and run back to his room, but no, you didn't believe him. Do you realize how much crap he's gone through because of you? Because if you don't, I can list them off for you right now. Now, Yu Kanda, you find Allen, get on your knees, and beg for forgiveness!"
By the end of the rant, everyone was gaping at Fou since she hadn't gotten punched. Truly, I think that if it had been anyone else, save for Lenalee and me, they would have a katana up their butt. Kanda was frozen, but as soon as Fou kicked his foot, he was up and darting toward our room.
People were clapping for some reason as I leave my food and follow him, running as fast as my legs would allow, but Kanda had a head start and was faster than I am anyways. In less than a minute, I was at the door of our room, and I open it, finding Kanda face down on his bed. Shutting the door, I say, "I was in the cafeteria."
Before I knew what was happening, Kanda's arms were around me, his body shuddering as he obviously tried not to cry, and he whispers, "I'm sorry! I-I-I can't make it up, no matter what I do, can I?"
"I don't know," I say, leading him to the bed and lying beside him. For once, Kanda was the one curled up into me, crying while I held him in my arms, and I tell him, "I know you were stupid and a jerk, but why are you crying?"
Instead of replying, he traces his finger over my cut arm, still covered by my turtleneck, and I scold, "It is not your fault that happened, Kanda. Do you hear me? It's not your fault!"
Again, he doesn't say anything, just stares at my chest, and I pull away since I needed a shower, but he grips my shirt, "Don't go."
"I need a shower, but you can take one with me," I say, sitting up and waiting for him to answer, but silence fills the air until Kanda grabs me by the waist and pulls me back down. A small yelp escapes my lips as he holds me in a death grip, my back against his chest, and I wonder if this was his way of saying that even if he had been crying, he was still the guy of the relationship, but that's the way I like it. Closing my eyes, I murmur, "Or later."
His lips press against my head and he whispers into my crown, "Right."
There was a creeping suspicion that the back of my head was probably soaked by the time we ever got up to take a shower, which was probably close to eight. As always, Kanda was stark naked and adjusting the faucet while I stood in the corner, my back to him as I strip down, but he doesn't say anything as he steps into the shower.
Peeling the gauze from my arm, I quietly follow my boyfriend into the shower, closing the curtain behind me, and Kanda was wetting his hair by standing right under the steaming water flow. Standing on my tiptoes, I lace my fingers behind his neck, water running down my face as I slowly bring my lips closer to his. We stay that way for a few moments, our lips hardly brushing as we wait for the other to move when Kanda gets aggravated and seals the tiny distance that felt like a million miles.
Maybe it was the fact that we hadn't had sex in over three weeks, or maybe I was just seriously horny, but either way I immediately opened my mouth, letting his tongue slip in. As his slick muscle explored my mouth like it had so many times before, I bring one of my hands down his cheek and neck, the smooth, wet skin flushing under my touch, and Kanda makes a feral noise deep in his throat, his arms wrapping around my waist and pressing our bodies closer together. Water seeped into our mouths from the sloppiness of the kiss and then trickled out of the corners, continuing down our bodies.
Finally, I break the kiss for air, panting with my head on Kanda's shoulder, and he teases, "You're out of practice, Kitten. Used to, you could hold your breath so much longer."
"Shut up!" I demand, blushing, and I was very happy that he couldn't see my face. Running his hands over my body, he begins chewing on my ear lightly, causing me to shudder, and I dig my nails into his hips, pleasure shooting through me as he kneads my nipple. The other hand occupies itself by running his nails along my skin, shivers coursing through me until I yelp in pain.
"What did I do?" he asks immediately, pulling away from me and trying to pinpoint the source of my pain. Shaking my head, I say "It's fine; just my arm."
Said issue was bleeding slightly, but nothing serious, at least to me. Kanda, on the other hand, was washing his hair with his back to me, obviously not wanting to look at me. Sighing, I wrap my arms around him from behind, kissing his neck and saying, "Kanda, you need to accept it."
"Accept what?" he asks, his arms limply hanging at his side.
Rolling my eyes, I tell him, "Don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I mean."
"That doesn't mean I want to acknowledge it," he mutters, and I trace little swirls on his stomach. Quietly, I say, "But you have to regardless."
Turning to face me, he cups my face, and I instinctively lean into the touch, looking up at him and waiting for a reply. After a moment, he says, "I know you were a cutter, and you were cutting the past couple of days because I was an idiot."
"And a jerk," I add.
"And a jerk," he repeats, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "And I know that you don't care about it, but I do. You realize that we'll have to explain to her―" he runs his hand over my stomach "―why you have all these scars."
Nodding, I lay my head on his chest and lean against him, "Trust me, that's what I'm afraid of, but that still will go along with the talk about how I got pregnant. Poor Lenalee already will be having 'the talk' with her, and then on top of that she'll have to explain how two guys have sex."
"Well, that depends. At that point, she might hear you screaming from her room an―"
"Shut up!" I interrupt, slapping a hand over his mouth. "Besides, you're loud, too!"
The smirk I have long since learned to be terrified of spreads across his face, "Is that a challenge?"
"No!"
"Too late," he hungrily growls, pinning me to the wall and clashing our lips together.
oO_Oo_oO_Oo
My eyes flutter open the next morning to sunlight streaming through the room, and a seriously annoying throb in my butt as a present from a seriously annoying bluenette lying beside me, half on top of me like I was his property. Though, I wasn't going to deny being his property considering I probably admitted to it at some point last night while I wasn't having coherent thoughts. Yeah, being uke had some serious downfalls.
Feeling suffocated, I wiggle out from under his leg and arm, only to be pulled back into an even tighter grasp. Kanda was still asleep, that much I knew since I found out early on that even in his sleep, he was extremely possessive and protective. Another thing I didn't mind and he knew it, too. I mean, sometimes it can be irritating, but I think I will always prefer someone that likes to control the relationship without trying to control me, if that makes any sense. Like with Kanda, he doesn't like me being near other guys, except Lavi, and he lets me know that frequently, but if I tell him he needs to back off, he does.
No one likes to feel like a slave, but at the same time, I don't mind Kanda acting like a master. Again, that probably doesn't makes sense, but he doesn't force me to be under his control, it's just what he prefers, and I like him to act like that. For me, I prefer to be dominated without being a slave. So Kanda can death glare guys that hit on me and show them I'm his, but he won't force me to do anything I don't want to do.
A small groan escapes the center of my thoughts as he rolls over, taking me with him, sort of. How he didn't wake up with me lying perpendicular across him I will never know, but he was still out of it. Same thing with his dreams. Truly, I can wake up at four in the morning to him making out with me, but still be fast asleep. Of course, I never tell him these things, and even if I did, he'd deny it because "I have no proof", as he would say.
Deciding that I was uncomfortable, I prod his shoulder, "Kanda, wake up."
"Hm…wha…?" he grumbles, consistent thoughts still prancing around in a meadow somewhere as he yawns and opens his eyes, trying to adjust to the light. It doesn't take long for him to wake up fully and glance at my body, "Not that this isn't a very sensational way to be woken up, but why are you on top of me?"
"It's not my fault you treat me like a stuffed animal and rolled over with me!" I accuse, trying to move off of him, but he holds me there. After he rearranging me so that I was straddling him, he smirks, "Are you sure you weren't trying to get back at me for beating you so badly last night?"
Blushing, I push away the images and unneeded audio coming into my head, "No, I'm not."
"So what kind of stuffed animal are you?" he asks, running his hands over my exposed stomach. Yeah, I really don't remember how I ended up in one of his white button-ups, but I'm starting to think he puts me in them after I fall asleep, because every time we have sex, I always wake up in one. Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if he did since I think it turns him on to see me wearing his shirts, not that I know why, but the dude has weird fetishes. I can't say anything, though, because he could say the same thing about how I love to see him in black kitty ears. Okay, so we're just an abnormal couple in general.
Tilting my head, I think about it for a moment before replying, "I don't know, but you'd be a wolf!"
"A wolf?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me. Nodding, I say, "Yeah! Come on, you'd be hot with wolf ears and tail while you're sword fighting! Besides, wolves eat rabbits."
Smirking, he adds, "I can only think of one rabbit I'd want to kill, but I'd never want to eat him. Yuck!"
To prove the point, he sticks his tongue out like he'd gotten mud in his mouth, and I can't help but giggle at how goofy he looked. Laughing, I ask, "If I was a rabbit, would you eat me?"
He seems to ponder it for a moment, and I'm about to smack him upside the head when he answers, "I think I'd settle for licking you to death."
"You can do that anyways, though!" I protest, running my index finger from his lips to his navel. Shuddering from my touch, he says, "Well, if you keep sitting like that I might just have to take you up on that offer."
"No!" I object, moving to lie beside him. "My butt already feels like you impaled me with a light pole! I don't need any more of it!"
"You say that now, but it won't last long, Kitten," the samurai says, his arm around me and under my shirt.
"That reminds me, how do I always end up in one of your shirts?" I ask, smiling as I notice the pink hue in his cheeks. Though he immediately covers it by crawling over me and replying with a smirk, "When you sleep after sex, your skin is all flushed and you look so innocent, it makes me want to ravish you all over again. So I put it on you because there's just something about you sleeping in a shirt too big on you that makes you look so sexy and innocent."
My face is probably as red as Lavi's hair as I ask, "How can I be innocent and sexy? Wait, how can I be innocent anyways?"
"Good question, but you can look so innocent even though you aren't by any means. You're sexy anyways, but you tend to make this puppy face," Kanda explains, tracing my lips slowly, and I open my mouth out of habit. Blushing, I turn away, possibly trying to suffocate myself in the pillow.
Silently, he lies beside me, moving the pillow away so we were facing each other flat on the bed, and he strokes my hair, brushing the white strands out of my eyes before whispering, "You are so beautiful, Allen."
A genuine smile spreads over my face as he says it, and Kanda continues, "Scars and all."
"Thank you, Kanda," I say, whimpering as he pulls his hand away, so he brings it back and continues caressing my face. Smirking, he says, "A little needy, are we?"
Instead of replying, I playfully stick my tongue out at him, and he gives me a quick kiss on the end of my nose.
"You know what? When Sekushi was drunk, he told me that he was better in bed than you were. He's either a complete idiot or didn't know what he was talking about," I say. Raising an eyebrow at me, Kanda asks, "Was that a complement?"
Rolling my eyes, I say, "I thought that it was a complement to say you're good in bed, but if I insulted you―"
"Nope, I'm good with that," he interrupts, still stroking my hair. Deciding there was too much distance between us, I curl up into him and tell his chest, "I'm really glad I'm yours again."
"It was my fault to begin with, and besides, you'll always be mine," he says, kissing my crown. "Let's see, you're my naughty girl, my Kitten, and my Dramatic Uke."
Nuzzling closer to him, I whisper, "Well, you're not that sadistic. Maybe you're more of an Opportunist Seme."
"Is that a challenge?"
Author Note: I think a lot of people went from absolutely wanting to pummel me to kissing their computer screen. Don't worry, there's more humor in the next chapter. Meow! And as always, please, Please, PLEASE R/R!