darkbrokenreaper

The Insanity Never Ends Allen was new to the relationship thing, having been busy with... well, saving the world (subjects such as relationships were more of Lavi's territory anyway). Sure, he knew the basics: kisses and hugs and whispers of sweet nothings. He also knew that Kanda wasn't the type to do any of these sweet things on a regular basis (make out sessions did not count as kissing seeing as Allen could hardly comprehend that he was being kissed until he was shoved up against a wall and halfway through being snogged to death). Kanda just wouldn't be Kanda if he did any of those sweet things and Allen accepted that. Part of the reaso

Allen had imagined welcoming smiles and formal introductions. He had imagined a tired yet thankful smile on a weary, age-lined face but instead he was greeted with this, this sex god in a business suit! Allen turned bright red internally, holding his face in his hands. He could not believe that he just mentally called his boss a sex god. Kanda was almost the exact opposite of Allen. Slim, angular features made up Kanda's face whereas Allen's was soft and aristocratic. Dark cobalt eyes contrasted with his own monochrome eyes and it made Allen wonder how such menacing eyes could look down softly at his children. Kanda had a muscular and tall f

Life at the army camp was not as difficult or as scary as Allen expected. It was boring most of the time; Kanda had requested (ordered) him to stay inside the tent as much as he could. Allen spent hours staring at the ceiling of the pitched tent or reading the sparse books that Lavi brought him. Someone, usually Kanda or Lavi and sometimes Bookman, brought him his meals and some type of medicine that didn't help him. It seemed that Kanda didn't trust the other soldiers with him, and he was perfectly fine with that as he touched his newly formed scar with a wince. When he felt better and more rational, he had asked Kanda for a mirror. He was

First there was the moment of shock. Kanda hated the shock. It looked too dramatic and played up to him, and made his stomach roll with disgust. No one had perfected the look more than Lenalee and he couldn't help but hate her when her violet eyes went wide and her lips parted slightly in a perfect 'O'. Shock led to vulnerability and Allen Walker was known for his vulnerability. Then came the overflowing of emotions. In general, Kanda hated emotions. They were weak and allowed the opponent to guess your every move easily before they were even made. They caused careless mistakes and irrational actions that frustrated him to no end. Allen Walk

Allen woke to the calming scent of musk and something that smelled of oriental spices. His unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling (which wasn't a real ceiling but the top of a large pitched tent). He was warm all over and realized with a start that he wasn't in the hospital, let alone on the pavement of his destroyed city, anymore. He shifted slightly but his arms, legs, and head felt sluggish and he noticed that his lips were numb. He recognized the bitter taste on his tongue from the times the doctors had drugged him for procedures. A wave of cold fear washed over him; he had been drugged with codeine. "You're awake," a concealed voice came

Allen had fallen out of his chair and had to suffer little fists beating incessantly on his chest in an attempt to dislodge the pancake stuck in his throat. "Live, Allen-nanny!" Lavi shouted like the paramedics he saw on tv. He punched his fists into Allen's chest just like them too for added effect. "Live!" Lenalee started crying as she assisted Lavi in beating Allen's chest. "Live, Allen!" The pancake had long gone down his throat and Allen was trying frantically to catch his breath but as each thump beat down, he felt the oxygen that he desperately needed be pushed out from him. "S-Stop!" Allen huffed, groping the air frantically. "STO

"Yuu-papa!" Lavi chirped brightly, running into his father's arms. "Lenalee, Yuu-papa is home!" "Daddy!" Lenalee shouted joyfully, following after Lavi. She crashed into Kanda's legs with a "whumph!'' and quickly unwrapped her arms from around his leg. She jumped up and down, holding her hands up to be carried. "Up, up!" Kanda set his briefcase down and scooped both of his children into his arms. Lenalee and Lavi giggled as they were bounced by the sudden change in elevation. "Welcome home!" both of them squealed as Kanda nuzzled their cheeks affectionately. "I thought I told you not to call me by my first name, little rabbit," Kanda said

For as long as Allen could remember, he could ‘sense’ when spirits were around him. He couldn’t see them but he knew their presence was there and it bothered him to no end as a little child. But as he grew older, he got used to them and never bothered nor cared with their existence. Until, that is, his accident with Mana… It had been a horrible car accident. They were returning from Allen’s elementary school, laughing and talking like any ordinary family. He was sitting beside his foster father Mana during the crash when a driver mowed them over and inevitably killed Mana. Allen was spared but an odd scar was branded

The Birth of a New Savior And the bombs; they're like shooting stars and they light up the sky like fireworks. It's both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Allen stared out the window with fear and trepidation. Warplanes soared through the sky with lethal precision, and no doubt they were filled with volatile bombs. The planes circled ominously around the city to Allen’s terror, and they didn’t seem to be moving out of the city premises. "Please, not here," he begged silently. His hands, clasped tightly, shook like dead leaves in the wind. "Please, don't come here. You’ve already bombed here once." His prayers were not answered.