Lovers City

DISCLAIMER: Nope, not mine.

"W-w-w-w-what happened to my clothes?!" Allen finally found his voice only to stutter the whole phrase. Kanda-who hadn't even moved, remaining rather comfortably on the bed-hadn't even cringed at the high, amazing shriek the boy gave, before questioning his wardrobe.

Blues, purples, blacks, whites, a whole game of colours and shades displayed with such good taste he almost wanted to say that the people in charge knew how to do they jobs, but the surprise of not encountering the pants and shirts he knew he had packed turned his mood sour. A terrible thought taking form in his confusion and desperation at the situation.

'Lenalee and Komui must have repacked my suitcases.'

There were so many clothes. Many different types of kimonos and a large scale of models, he even thought to see some frilly skirts and dark coloured corsets, but the things he wanted to see the most were not there. He wanted to cry, more from frustration and anger that from actual sadness, and all because he really didn't want to dress as a female all that was left of the barely begun trip.

He really wished to be able to let himself cry seeing as he was doomed to wear clothes which had been prepared for him for all the journey, most probably as a cruel joke. He would have to have a serious talk with his friends when he got home to assure things like his unfortunate event would never happen again. But then again, his optimistic thinking kicked in, and a thought entered his mind: he had never asked Kanda for a favour like this before (actually he couldn't remember asking for a favour the man ever bothered to comply to). Maybe, just maybe-with a very reduced chance of happening- the samurai might help him.

Kanda knew immediately some wheels started turning inside the white head as the boy turned to him with a puppy like expression on his face. He would bet his precious sword that he knew what the boy wanted from him.

"I'm not lending you any clothes, bean-sprout. It's your fault since you didn't pay attention to what you put in your suitcases." he gave the verdict without even blinking and without further words, he took his own change of clothes and entered the bathroom. The click of the door locking was the only sound in the room as the pouting teen fumed silently.

"Bastard."

Allen jumped on the bed, drops of water falling from his still wet hair on the soft covers as he had not had the opportunity to take his towel from the bathroom before the older man locked himself inside. It wouldn't hurt Kanda to give him some clothes to sleep in (it wasn't as if he was going to keep them forever anyways), but the man would do anything to irritate Allen.

Just then his brain picked up a detail that until that moment he ignored or simply hadn't thought about in his anger indulged state: there was only one bed in the room and there were two of them.

Crimson immediately shoot to his cheeks at the thought of sleeping together with the dark haired man. Although he knew they would sleep in opposite ends of the bed, only the fact that he could see Kanda's sleeping and probably only time vulnerable face and try to get close enough for a gentle touch while the man couldn't push him away made Allen feel anxious. And embarrassed.

He knew he had had a very, minutely small crush on the samurai for a while now, but for him to think like that about touching the man in his sleep made him feel more of a pervert than his innocent dreams about the raven ever could. He tried shoving them out of his head, but the thoughts seemed to have grown like weeds, refusing to disappear.

'Talk about things people find out about themselves. Although...'

He turned on his back staring at the ceiling until the pale colour started funding into dark, almost brutal black and the blush on his cheeks deepened. He threw an arm over his heated face in embarrassment. He could feel his cold, silver hair staining the covers, the water making them a darker purple and he closed his eyes, willing himself to think of anything else but the samurai, except his weedy brain still refused to allow him any control.

He returned to the real world feeling flushed and exceptionally hot in his lower regions, 'It would be interesting to see his reaction if he found out I was touching. I wander if Kanda would turn pink...' Or if he would punish Allen? The boy didn't know which one seemed more appealing.

"What are you doing, bean-sprout?"

Allen lifted his arm to look at the freshly showered Kanda that was drying his long hair with a white towel. His towel. The boy narrowed his silvery eyes at the man; he wouldn't lend him clothes, yet here he was, using Allen's things without asking. With a sigh he let it go, not expecting any kind of apology or acknowledgement from the raven, instead choosing to check out his roommate silently. The unbuttoned white shirt he wore let milky skin uncovered, its pale colour contrasting with the black tresses falling graciously around his face.

The Japanese on his part could not will himself to look away from the Exorcist. Slim, slightly parted legs were exposed as the yukata had fallen open, reaching his thighs yet teasingly didn't show anything more. He could see the boy's nipples, erect from the cold air as the cloth had also fallen messily when the boy jumped on the bed, leaving his chest exposed and making the samurai harden slightly thinking about joining his partner on the bed and tweaking the rosy pebbles slowly between his fingers. The boy was the teasing perfection of every man's wet dream.

What was even more arousing was the innocent annoyance shining in the boy's eyes and the pure feeling surrounding him, like he had no idea of the way he was affecting the other. And probably he hadn't.

The raven turned on his tracks and entered the bathroom once more, in a desperate attempt trying to escape the temptation. Once the door was securely closed behind him, Kanda looked down ominously at his obvious problem and cursed loudly, invoking the most un-seductive images he could think of at the front of his mind. He waited a moment before opening his eyes again and glaring at the stubborn part of his anatomy, expecting it to submit to his will. No such luck, of course, and he sighed not wanting to take another shower, this one ice cold.

Why did the idiot bean-sprout have to be so fucking striking? And more importantly, why the hell was he reacting to the charms of the boy now? He had never before considered the younger Exorcist worthy of being his partner, much less his attention for that matter, but Kanda was sure he would've-should've noticed the appeal earlier. How did the moyashi walk down the street without being jumped was beyond him. Even now, the image unconsciously appeared behind his eyelashes every time he closed his eyes. Seeing no way around it, Kanda let himself fall into his desires, his hand unbuttoning the black slacks he was wearing to encage the member within in a rough, hot and dry hand.

Allen just stared, not understanding what the man was bothered about. He got up from the bed, straitened his clothes and knocked on the door separating the bedroom from the bathroom oblivious to what the other was doing in the small room.

"Kanda, are you alright? Did your stomach not like the food at the restaurant?"

Kanda almost wanted to yell obscenities but he had to control himself to keep his breathing and the sounds wanting to jump out his throat as he brought himself every stroke closer to completion.

"Stupid." he managed to say as his seed spilled in his hand. He lay breathless against the door for a moment before he cleaned up with a small towel.

He finally opened the door to meet grey eyes looking at him questioningly. A perfect black eyebrow was lifted and a cold stare asked what was going on. He was surprised when a faint blush appeared on the boy's cheeks despite the fact he was trying to control his facial expression.

"Well, you see..." he started, his courage failing him not even half way through. He didn't want Kanda to consider him improper for thinking it was bad if they shared the bed, but he really didn't know how else to put it. Gathering what little interior strength he could muster he finished, not looking the man in the eye. "There's only one bed. Won't that be a problem?"

Kanda's answer was immediate, like he had already resolved this enigma.

"You sleep on the couch, I'll take the bed." With that settled, he was already on his way to the bed when suddenly his hair was pulled hard, making him stop and turn around to award the bean with a royal glare. He didn't like people touching his hair, least of all those that he considered unworthy of even being in his presence. Unfortunately, he couldn't win with a glare when the boy threw at him his own masterpiece that, unsurprisingly, won everyone over.

Allen's grey eyes grew even bigger reminding him of a rabbit while the boy's lower lip gently stuck out as his cheeks turned a light shade of dusty red.

Kanda's eyebrow twitched as the bean-sprout was pouted at him. Fucking adorably pouting! He tried to resist, really tried and finally he came to a decision that wasn't half bad for both of them. Although he would have to restrain himself from killing the bean-sprout in his sleep if he was a sleep talker. The last thing he needed was lack of sleep to add to the combination of the mission.

He sighed slowly then continued on his way to the bed. "Alright already. We'll both sleep on the bed."

"Eh? What?" he asked before he could stop himself then froze as Kanda eyed him carefully not sure if the boy was enervating him on purpose or he really was that clueless. Probably deciding on the second, the man explained his line of thought as he slipped under the covers.

"You'll probably whine but sleep on the couch, yet seeing your so called pyjamas you'll most surely catch a cold and a fever by morning which means I'll have to take care of you, thing that I don't feel like doing, stupid bean-sprout."

'Not to mention that Lenalee and all the others would probably want my head on a plate if anything happens to you.' He continued silently in his head.

The white haired Exorcist said nothing more instead getting into bed himself and pulling the covers over his small body. Just as he thought they were in opposites ends of the bed. It made him feel a little sad as Kanda turned his back to him and proceeded to fall asleep. After a while he just gave up on looking at the white shirt and dark hair spilled over the pillow and turned around closing his eyes.

"Good night, Kanda."

His eyes opened sharply as the words reached him, surprising him enough to turn his head to look at the teen next to him. After some time, in which the other's breath became softer, he saw the bean-sprout shivering in the moon light filtering through the soft draperies.

"Idiot." He moved behind the boy and slowly wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, gently pulling him closer as not to wake him. The successive shivers running through the small body stopped as his body heat warmed up Allen's skin. Pleased with himself and smelling the boy's soft locks he laid to sleep himself.

'Good night, bean-sprout.'


Allen waked up in the morning to the sound of running water and wind outside the window. The coldness embracing his body was not pleasant in the least and he ducked under the covers trying to go back to sleep and to his happy dreams. Dreaming about a warm body next to his and arms wrapped possessively around his waist the boy pulled the blankets tighter around his body. Five minutes later Kanda pulled at the material, leaving the teen to shiver as the cold air chilled him once more.

"Get up, bean-sprout." he commanded in his usual cold voice as he threw the covers on the floor and continued buttoning his shirt.

Allen complied, getting up and heading to the bathroom for his morning shower, but not before taking a new spare of clothes with him. He didn't want to impose on Kanda again having sensed that helping others wasn't the raven's cup of tea.

After taking his shower with lukewarm water that didn't do much in the ways of warming him, the teenager towelled himself dry and intended to dress himself quickly. The only problem was that he never had put on a kimono on his own before and he learned that day just how difficult it was to try to keep one side right while doing the other around his body.

He wasn't even half way through the process when an irritated Kanda appeared in the room all ready to make war over his tardiness.

"What are you doing in here?!" he barked at the boy just before noticing just how lost Allen was in the long materials around him.

"Just a moment, will you. I'm almost done." he muttered not quite paying any attention to Kanda as he tried to wrap the datejime(1) around his back and bring the ends to the front. Not that he was having much success. He tried to see what he was doing in the full body mirror, but he was still too tangled into the materials to notice any real change towards either good or bad. To his surprise, a hand that he did not own caught the plain traditional belt and did the necessarily manoeuvre so that it was well placed.

"Almost done my ass. How did you put on the kimono before, bean-sprout?" Kanda asked sharply as he helped the teen into his clothes so that they could go eat already.

Allen started resembling a tomato as the answer caught in his throat in embarrassment.

"I... well, you see, that robot helped me before. And afterwards, yesterday, Lenalee was there too to be sure everything was alright and to give me a hand with it."

Even more blood coloured his face as the man's hands moved around his waist, tucking the ends of the datejime under itself before passing on to the next stage of the dressing.

"Idiot moyashi."

Despite his words, his tone was neutral; very few people that wore western clothes knew how to put on a kimono on their own in their times.

After that one word neither talked except for when the raven instructed Allen to lift his arms or turn around. In record time Allen found himself properly dressed in the Ho­mongi (2) and quickly did his hair too, pining it with an assorted hair pin.

"Now let's go." and without stopping to see if he was being followed, Kanda left the bathroom and the suite heading for the ship's dining room. It struck Allen as he followed his roommate that Kanda was a man, so why should he know how to put on female clothing? And probably even more importantly: why wasn't he also forced to wear a kimono by the Lee family back at HQ?

He stopped himself from asking at first, knowing how jealous the samurai was about his personal life, but when the curiosity got the best of him the question flew his mouth before he could swallow it back.

"Kanda, how do you know how to dress a girl?" he managed to say as he tried to keep up with the man's long strides with his wooden sandals. He hoped to God he wouldn't fall on his face.

Silvery eyes watched fascinated as a very rare smirk formed on the pale lips of the man that didn't consider it necessarily to stop on his way the dining room to answer his question. An odd glint had entered his eyes making the white haired teen feel hot and bothered when he thought about having that gaze full of heat on him.

"If you know how to take them off then you can put them back on." was his answer and he continued walking in that fast step of his, leaving Allen behind and totally shocked at his conduct.

As he stopped walking completely, the boy simply couldn't find the strength to fall out of his surprise. Of course he knew that the Japanese was older so he suspected he had already experienced being with a woman (considering the tone and the look in his eyes many more than one), but he had never ever expected the other to admit so openly (and to him nonetheless) that he had fucked someone already.

The thought of someone other than him touching his crush pissed the white haired teen off greatly. But it also saddened him immeasurably. Slowly, he restarted his walk, his legs moving from their own will as he was busy setting the characteristics of the perfect girl for the samurai.

Surely, he thought dishearten, she must have long black hair that frames her small face and smooth skin pale as the moon. Her lips would be pink and her body, covered by the kimono he loved to take off her would be curvy and soft. She would be perfecting itself for Kanda would conform himself to nothing less. And she also must have had a lot good manners to counter the ones the Japanese didn't either have or want to show.

He would bet she was experience in bed too.

His interior fantasying only made his heartache as well as jealousy increase and he couldn't keep the denying his feelings for the man like before.

As he wasn't paying any attention to where he was heading, he bumped into someone for the second time in two days.

"Good morning, miss." he greeted charmingly with no visible effect on the boy.

Although he recognised the voice of the blond man from the other day Allen made no movement as to show his paying attention to the man, although he couldn't ignore him either. Laurent Dismount was standing there smiling at the teen, his hands on the boy's shoulders to keep him from falling backwards from the shock of their bumping into one another and the opportunity to touch him.

"Good morning." he replied automatically shrugging off the hands on his persona and continuing on his way still too deep into his own thoughts to notice the man eyeing his blue covered behind appreciatively.

Somehow he made it into the dining room without having any too close encounters with anyone else.

"Did you get lost, bean-sprout?" the raven mocked, sipping his black coffee he always took after his breakfast. He looked at the boy when the later just sat down not answering to his provocation to see him stare table blankly at the table. Not one to be ignored, Kanda took measures.

"Oi, bean-sprout!"

Allen was kicked out of his thoughts concerning the perfect girl for Kanda by the man seated with him at the table. Literally kicked.

"Ow! What are you doing, you baKanda?!" not bothering to lower his voice it attracted the attention of all those eating their breakfast silently around them. Kanda smirked for a second seeing how colour rushed to the boy's cheeks and ears, but then his mask returned as Allen looked at him pouting.

Just as he was about to say something to the boy, he was cut off by a well-known blond man coming in with a woman he recognized and knew intimately wrapped around his arm. Before he even realised he had moved, he stood up, mouth opened slightly as he uttered her name in surprise.

"Sophia?"

(1)Datejime is a thin, stiff sash worn under the obi to keep its shape. They are worn under the kimono.

(2)Homongi literally translates as visiting wear. Characterized by patterns that flow over the shoulders, seams and sleeves. Ho­mongi may be worn by both married and unmarried women; often friends of the bride will wear homongi at weddings and receptions. They may also be worn to formal parties.


Well, finally got this one edited too. Hopefully I'll get the others out by the end of this month, but don't hope too much. If anyone offers beta-reading services it would be much appreaciated.