Warnings for this chapter: Most probably a lot of typos (because I'm in a wee bit of a hurry)

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Chapter 6

His feet were cold, that was the first thing he noticed. His whole body was warm, his arms, his torso, his fingers. But his feet were cold, causing him to groan in annoyance. He was too comfortable to wake up now. The feel of soft cushions underneath him, a warm blanket covering him and something warm and solid leaning on his right arm. No aching wound….

Crap!

He groaned again in exasperation, suddenly starting to be painfully aware of his wound on his shoulder. Why couldn’t it just quit hurting and let him go back to sleep? He wasn’t sure how long he had slept, but by the way his eyes didn’t want to open no matter how much he tried, it couldn’t have been many hours. He tried to lift his left hand and rub his eyes, but was stopped by that solid something he remembered having noticed a few moments ago. He looked down, his eyes barely open, at a sleeping white-haired 16-year old who was using his arm as his pillow. He was facing him, chin pressed against his bicep, and that was when he noticed that his arm was draped around the boy’s shoulders.

Frowning, Kanda wondered how the hell they had ended up in this position. Trying to ignore the warm feeling that spread through him as he felt the boy moving against him, Kanda tried to nudge the kid awake.

“Beansprout, wake up now! I can’t feel my arm.”

The boy seemed to mumble something incoherent, but didn’t move away. Instead he lifted his head up a few inches, moved it a few centimetres closer to Kanda’s face and sighed in contentment and going back to sleep.

An unknown emotion fluttered in his chest as he saw how close the kid’s face was with his. A warmth started to spread on his cheeks, but he tried his best to ignore it. There was no way in hell he was blushing over a 13 year old. He was a bastard because of his temper, but he was definitely no paedophile.

“Wake the fuck up Beansprout. I’m not your fucking pillow.”

Without any warning, Allen’s head bumped against the edge of the couch as he pulled his hand away from underneath it. It caused Kanda to wince in pain because of the harsh movement, but at least that would help take his thoughts off the idiot Beansprout.

Like an alarm had just sounded, Allen’s head shot up with a bewildered look on his face.

“What, where?”

Kanda made a grimace to the stupid questions, ignoring the confused look on the boy’s face.

“You were sleeping on me, idiot, and I’m pretty sure you’ve drooled on me sometime during the night. Ugh, I need a shower.”

“Hey!” Allen exclaimed, offended. “I don’t drool”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He tried to sit up with the help of his elbows, but the pain that soared through his left shoulder was almost enough to make him yell in pain. He gritted his teeth together as he continued to lift himself. A pair of arms helped to steady him and he was finally able to lean his back on the back of the couch. He sighed angrily, hating the fact that he was being treated like a handicapped person.

An accusing voice reached his ears before he could think another thought.

“Kanda, don’t push yourself too hard, your body is weak and need rest. Denying it won’t make it disappear.”

Small hands were now on his chest, starting to remove the bandage while touching the sore area around the wound. Allen leant closer to him and put his arm behind his back to push him away from the couch so he could remove the bandage. Kanda pushed the hands away roughly, glaring at Allen as he leaned forward himself.

The boy looked a bit surprised, but instead of questioning his actions he accepted them instead.

“Thank you!” The boy said, something that confused Kanda.

“For what?”

Allen raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. “For leaning forward so I can help you, stupid.”

He turned his head away stubbornly, choosing not to say that he had absolutely no reason to thank him. He was after all the one who was helping him, he was the one who should say thank you. But of course he would never say that. It was better if the Beansprout didn’t expect any thank you from him.

“This…really looks bad, Kanda.”

Kanda blinked, returning to reality, and looked down at his shoulder. There was a small, round and dark hole right beneath his shoulder, the pink skin around it clearly showing that there had been blood there once that had been washed away. He gave it a light touch that didn’t seem to cause him any pain at all.

“Hn, it’s okay. It went straight through, the wound will heal.”

Allen bit his lip, looking troubled.

“You were shot, Kanda. Who knows if it will get infected or if not. You should go to the hospital and get it checked.”

“It will heal beansprout. There’s no fucking need to go to the hospital when all they can do is to tell me what I already know. Why the fuck are you in my apartment anyway?”

A finger stabbed him right beneath the wound, making him inhale sharply.

“What the fuck are you-“

“I was the one who helped you when you almost tripped because of blood loss. I was the one who cleansed your wound and bandaged it, I was the one who draped that blanket over you, and you ask me why I’m in your apartment? Has your brain failed you completely? Idiot, now stay still so I can cleanse your wound.”

A moment of silence passed between them, it seemed like their relationship consisted of lots of awkward moments.

“There!” Allen exclaimed happily as he patted the bandaged shoulder affectionately, as if it was a dog that had just rolled over and pleased its master. Kanda looked down on his shoulder to see it neatly bandaged with no blood stains visible. His shoulder felt sore, and moving it would send small jolts of pain through his body, but it was much better then yesterday.

He shrugged the blanket off of him and moved to stand. Allen stood up with him, ready to help, but refrained from touching him.

He made his way to the kitchen though his shoulder protesting against his every move. He didn’t care if it hurt; he wouldn’t throw away time being handicapped. Besides he was rather hungry.

Allen, who had followed him in, now stood next to one of the kitchen chairs, expecting Kanda to sit down. Kanda glowered at him, making his way over to the refrigerator. He saw that everything he had bought the day before had been stocked perfectly in his fridge. He wondered when the kid had the time to do that, but didn’t bother asking.

He took out a bottle of ice cold water and two eggs. He took out the fresh bread he had bought yesterday (though it wasn’t exactly fresh anymore) and cut two slices before he roasted the eggs on both sides before he threw them on top of the slices of bread. The whole time, Allen didn’t say a thing. Kanda looked over his shoulder and at the boy who was shifting his eyes between the food and the window.

“If you’re hungry Beansprout, then ask.”

He found it amusing, albeit a bit annoying, that he had to say this out loud to make the boy understand. Allen’s eyes blinked as they locked with his. The boy then started to shake his head at him.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ll go eat afterwards. I’m just here to see if you’ll be okay.” He smiled.

“Don’t talk shit, eat!” His tone was final, and his command so clear Allen didn’t dare deny him when the plate with a hot roasted egg and bread was put in front of him. Well, also partly because he was so hungry his stomach would probably kill him for denying such a glorious meal.

Without hesitation, the boy started to munch down the food, not bothering to use his cutlery at all. Kanda, who already knew of the boy’s eating habits but had completely forgotten them, had to look away to be able to eat his own.

A moment and a content sigh later, Allen held his stomach with his hand as a small smile grazed his lips.

“Thank you Kanda, that was absolutely delicious.”

Allen flashed him a smile, and all of a sudden Kanda was reminded of what had happed last night. When he had acted so weird and pushed him away before letting that unknown man into his apartment. He didn’t know why, but it irritated him that the Beansprout had pushed him aside to make way for that fucking man he didn’t know who was.

“Where is that guy?”

Allen looked at him, his smile faltering.

“What guy?”

“That bastard that followed you upstairs two days ago, Beansprout. The guy you tried to hide from me by lying to me that you were tired and needed sleep.”

And just like that, the boy’s smile was gone. The eyes seemed to get a few degrees colder, but unlike before when they had been void with emotions, Kanda could now see sadness in them. But right now he was angry enough not to care. Anger he just couldn’t seem to get rid off. A scowl formed on the boy’s face as he looked away from Kanda.

“I saw you two Beansprout, so don’t try to fucking ignore me.”

Allen bit his lip, stuck between being angry or sad. Kanda had seen him, when he hadn’t wanted him to, Kanda had seen him. He didn’t want Kanda to be suspicious of him, that’s why he had tried to hide the man from Kanda. But it seemed he had failed, and now the seed was already laid. The seed of doubt.

“How…” he started, his voice barely above whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“How did you know?”

Kanda stood up abruptly, turning away from him as he started filling two glasses with water.

“I saw you, idiot. Now spill it!”

Allen swallowed loudly. “It was nothing important. I…had something I had to return to him, something I had borrowed. That’s why he came to me two days ago to get it back. Why would you…be interested in that?”

Kanda didn’t know how to answer that. In fact, he didn’t even know why he wanted to know in the first place. What the heck was going on in his mind lately?

“I’m not.” He mumbled sitting back down as he sat the two glasses on the table. He was barely aware of the pain in his left shoulder as he stared intently at the boy who in return was staring right back.

“You mean you interrogated me, even though you weren’t really interested? Now that’s original.”

“Shut up, I only asked you a question, you didn’t have to answer.”

“I didn’t have to answer? Excuse me, but when was the last time someone told you to ‘spill it’ without thinking of it as a threat?”

“I wasn’t threatening you, you fucking kid. If you can’t take someone talking you to, then you’re a fucking sissy.”

“Talking to me? You weren’t talking to me, you were yelling at me. There’s a difference, bastard. Even someone like you should know that.”

“Someone like me? You mean someone like me who saved your fucking life yesterday?”

“You didn’t need to jump in front of me, Kanda. The shot would most likely not have hit me anyway, since I’m not that tall.”

At this Kanda could feel his temper flare. Did that fucking brat mean to say that what he had done was completely unnecessary? He slammed his fist in the table as he stood up, causing the glasses to slide closer to the edge.

“You ungrateful little pest. I SAVED YOUR FUCKING LIFE, WEATHER YOU WANTED IT OR NOT. I HAVEN’T EVEN HEARD A FUCKING ‘THANK YOU’!!”

“TALKING ABOUT ‘THANK YOUS’, I HAVEN’T ACTUALLY HEARD ONE FOR SAVING YOUR LIFE. THE WAY YOU BLED WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IF IT WASN’T FOR ME! AND I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO SAVE ME EITHER, SO IF THERE’S A ‘THANK YOU’ YOU WANT, THEN YOU CAN JUST FORGET IT!! JERK!!”

Allen stood up too with his fists clenched at his sides. But on his way up his body bumped into the table and sending the glasses crashing down towards the floor. She sound of shattering glass stopped them both from continuing their fight as they both looked down at the damage done. They both bowed down to pick up the shards, but as their hands touched they both pulled away.

They didn’t look at each other, the heat of their argument still burning in their minds.

“Get out!”

Blinking, the boy looked up at him with wide eyes as his body stiffened. Hadn’t he heard him?

“I said get. out, Beansprout.”

He turned away without a look at the boy and started to clean up the plates they had used. In need of something to take his mind off what just had happened. This was just like the first time they had met. Their different personalities had clashed, causing both one of them to turn away. What annoyed him the most, was that he hadn’t even expected an apology from the kid in the first place. Hell, he couldn’t even remember how he had been able to drag it into the conversation at all.

When he turned around to pick up the shards, Allen was gone.

AN: As you guys probably noticed, this chapter is a bit shorter then the others. Reason: ... making it longer just seemed wrong. But in return, the next chapter will be a bit longer then normal, 'kay? ^^

I'm in a hurry to get this uploaded now, so I won't babble as much as I usually do. I'm going to bed *yawns* and tomorrow I'm going to write on that one shot I've been trying to finish for nearly a month now. Maybe I'll get it done by the weekend.

Review to help me keep going? :3