D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect Weakness ❯ Clever Sleazoid ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, if I did Kanda would be getting blow jobs from Allen left and right and would forever be in leather pants!

 

Warning: Kanda's ever present foul mouth and a kiss~

 

Note from Israfel: Sorry this took so long, I've been dealing with issues...

AND thanks to my hubby for beta-ing this and helping me soooooo much with this chapter, much love to Niamh Arawn! :3 *hearts*

 

 

Perfect Weakness

 

Clever Sleazoid

 

The room is quiet, dark.

 

Allen is lying on his futon, the blankets pulled up to his head, tucked beneath his chin. He is staring at his phone, at the time displayed on the top. It is almost ten… He closes his eyes inhales deeply and counts.

 

He counts to ten, exhales, and counts again, fifteen this time. The platinum blond reaches for his phone, checks the time again, still almost ten. He frowns, rolls onto his back, his hair ruffled from the pillow.

 

Ten…

 

If he goes there won't be a train back, he'll be stuck…

 

Allen sets the phone down, stares up at his ceiling. He is feeling indecisive, unsure on what to do. He has already dressed, has put on Bermuda shorts, tights, socks of many colors and patterns, things that Linalee and Lavi have given him, several shirts, all of different styles, ones that can easily be seen cluttered amongst the rest. The boy frowns, remembering what that man has told him not too long ago…

What Kanda has told him…

 

The platinum blond sits up, the thin blanket falls from his frame, his wrists covered in bracelets and bangles, halfway up the arm. He checks the time again, still not even ten. Part of him is glad while the other is slightly annoyed.

 

Allen stands and heads towards his makeshift dresser, to the plastic containers he keeps his clothes in. He brushes his hair, pushes his bangs to the side and clips it, puts a head band on, more clips. He flips his phone open in the dark, squints at the numbers before calling Linalee.

 

He gets her answering machine, something he expected since he knows her brother makes her turn her phone off at nine. “Linalee I'm not going to be at school tomorrow. Can you drop off my make up work on your way home? I'd appreciate it, thanks and bye.”

 

Allen shuts his phone and pulls on a royal blue jacket, one that would cover the shorts Linalee and Lavi normally put him in. He heads out of his room, careful not to step on Timcanpy as she lies across the threshold to his room.

 

“I'll be back later Tim…” The door is shuts before the cat has a chance to meow at him, to get him to realize he shouldn't be doing this.

 

-

 

The train station is more crowded then Allen expects it to be at night, to be at nine fifty-four. He feels out of place amongst all of the people, of all the men in suits and the young office workers that are on their way home. It's late, for the office workers, but he knows that not all work nine to five jobs.

 

He inhales and shifts on the platform, his head bowed some as he tries to ignore the two people near by, commenting on his outfit. The boy is uncertain of how he looks, he has tried to dress in the same manner that Linalee likes, the way Lavi has described Decora-Kei to be. He closes his clear eyes, nervous, very nervous.

 

He is going to see Kanda, to tell the man what he thinks, not run away like last time. Last time was a fluke, he was too shocked, too…astounded by what the other said to reply properly, to say something-

 

The train comes to a halt before him and he climbs on, a bright pink cat shaped backpack hanging from a single shoulder. He moves off to the side, opts to stand rather then sit. The train starts to move again and he has to grab hold of the metal bar near by so as to not fall.

 

Allen personally thinks he will never get used standing on a train, not like Lavi and definitely not like Linalee, who seems to be able to hold her balance no matter which direction the train is moving. For a moment the only sounds inside of the train are that of the rails they are on, that and the soft giggles of the people near him.

No one ever speaks on a train, not loudly at least…

 

The boy frowns, glances over at the ones who are speaking, hears the word gaijin and knows that they are speaking of him. He looks away, wishes he was able to afford an MP3 player or something… The train comes to another stop and a few people get off and some get on…

 

He tightens his grip on the handle bar and waits patiently for his stop, something that takes almost twenty minutes. Allen hops off the train and shivers lightly against the air, knows that he is going to have to go shopping for some winter clothes soon. He heads out of the train station and looks around at the street names.

 

For a moment he is uncertain, knows that he can turn around and head back home…but…he does not want Kanda to show up at his school once more, does not want him to say something like before in front of other people…

 

Allen turns and heads down a side street, silently repeating the directions to himself, something he had to look up online.

 

-

 

The club is much like the previous one, dark, cold and loud, very, very loud…

Allen has had his hand stamped at the door, has slipped on inside, towards the stage. The moment he sees the crowd he knows that this is not a show like before, that there is something different about this one… He looks around, suddenly very aware that he is alone and not that great with his Japanese, not when the person is slurring or speaks with a different a dialect…

 

The boy reaches for the bag he has brought with him, holds it closer to himself as he moves towards a corner, tries to not appear so noticeable… except with his hair that is rather hard to do…

 

He pulls his phone out and checks the time…

 

But the lights dim and he knows that he has just barely made it…

 

Allen tries to shrink as people walk onto stage, pulls his hood up as a guitar cord is struck gaining everyone's attention in the club. The lights go out, completely now and clear eyes widen in shock. Something is different this time and it makes his heart rate jump, beat faster then what it already is doing.

 

He feels all too aware at the fact that he is by himself this time, that Linalee is not sitting at some table, watching from the back so as to not dirty her dress, her clothes. A hush falls over the crowd as something is being said, just out of range of the microphone.

 

“Good evening…” It is said with a heavy accent, said in English. Allen looks up, pulls his hood tighter around his face. He watches Kanda's darkened shape up on the stage. “Tonight is a special night…” English once more, slurred some. “Ready for the show?” He's switched back to Japanese, causes Allen to blink and take a moment to understand what has been said.

 

The crowd erupts, loud, almost louder then the music that is starting up, the guitar, the strange sound that is akin to a piano… And then he starts and everyone goes quiet once more. Kanda hums, the first note soft, rising lightly in volume, a slightly high note, one that seems strange coming form him.

 

The drums and bass start and Allen suddenly feels transfixed, amazed at Kanda's voice. He shifts his feet, moves just a little closer… watches as the dim lights grow brighter, lighting the room. He stops in his tracks, looks down as Kanda looks across the crowd, scanning those in attendance.

 

The music pauses and suddenly he screams, jolting the boy in the back, causes him to look up, wide-eyed as the man on stage leans forward, his scream increasing in volume, intensity. The second it fades the music speeds up and the crowd starts to move, even more frantic.

 

Allen feels frozen as he watches Kanda, as he drops to his knees, momentarily catching in his breath, as he moves the microphone to his mouth and starts to sing once more, softly, in an eerie tone… The boy looks down as the vocalist stands, starts to move about. He looks up again, just barely watches as he moves about the stage, chaotic…

 

His voice is hypnotic, amazing and by the time the song ends, Allen feels like it was worth coming to see. He hates the man, hates his personality, how he treats others…but…his voice… his ability to sing is almost worth tolerating all of that. His voice fades and the crowd shouts, screams for more.

 

The lights come back on as Kanda pushes his hair out of his face. He looks around again and Allen quickly crouches down before the man looks in his direction. “Most of you know us, some…don't… doesn't matter. I'm Kanda, Marie is our drummer, Daisya plays the guitar along with Bak at times, otherwise he does the synth, and Link is the bassist.” The crowd shouts, calls out the names of the members they prefer the most, who they're a fan of.

 

“We're Perfect Weakness…” Kanda turns, heads over to the blond man to his right, to Link. He lowers the microphone says something to him before holding it back up.

 

“This is our last cheap show, we've been signed.”

 

Allen stands up straight, blinks, amazed at how loud the crowd becomes, how many people are actually there. He swallows when he realizes he is being looked at, realizes that the one named Daisya is saying something to the others. Kanda turns looks about the crowd smirks.

 

“Alright, let's get on with the show…”

 

The man smirks, watches the crowd as Link strikes the first cord for the next song, Daisya following instantly. They look at Kanda, watch him bring the microphone to his face, watch him start to sing in a strange manner, his voice suddenly growing in intensity. Allen blinks, in the back, watches, his mouth slightly open as Kanda jumps up onto one of the large speakers.

 

His voice rises in volume and he screams for a moment, something that is slurred but in English, obscured heavily by his accent. He leans down, closer to the fans before him, sings almost to them… almost because his eyes are flicking about, looking at all those that are there.

 

His lyrics pause, and for a moment the only thing that can be heard is the bass. The vocalist moves from the speaker, to the center of the stage. Allen looks away suddenly, his arm grabbed. The person says something to him, slurs their words to a point that he cannot make out what they are saying.

 

Kanda looks over at that instant and frowns, his eyes narrow. He waits a moment, for Link to finish his part in the song before he screams once more. This time it is different, it's louder, filled with more anger, and Allen jumps in the back, ducks beneath a few people as Kanda starts to scream the lyrics.

 

The song continues on and the platinum blond tries to make his way through the crowd, tries to get to another slightly hidden spot, one that is more obscured by darkness. He runs into a wall, pokes his head up enough to see the stage, swallows as Kanda turns around, and takes a few steps towards a bottle of water on the stage.

 

-

 

Allen is slightly panicked when the last song ends, slightly amazed and worried about that fact that he was seen…except he came to be seen. The boy shakes his head, reminds himself that they need to talk when he decides to look at his phone, at the time.

The platinum blond stands up straight suddenly, blinks a moment and squints. The club is emptying out and his body feels exhausted…but…

 

It's only 11:47…

 

He turns and practically runs from the club, down the small street and onto the larger one, to the train station. Allen came to see Kanda, but he had never said anything about him staying, about them talking after the show. The boy turns sharply around a corner, nearly runs into someone as they exit the train station.

 

He gives a hurried apology before taking his bag from his back, starts to dig inside of it for his suika card, a prepaid card for using the trains. Allen frowns as it takes him a moment to find it, to slide it through the machine.

 

He tosses it back into his bag and hurries down the stairs to the train…

 

Except he is running in a pair of shoes that Linalee gave him, a pair of shoes that he is not used to…

 

And he is suddenly falling, the concrete whirling up at him as he lands on the ground, his vision spinning. Allen blinks, pushes himself up a little just in time to see the train doors shutting, to see it pull away.

 

The boy groans as he pushes himself up, moves to sit on the stair case. He stares at his knees, at the one that is oozing out red drops of blood through the torn legging he is wearing. He frowns, more then just annoyed at having ruined the fabric, something that wasn't his and was probably expensive.

 

“You're fucking retarded…” Allen stiffens suddenly, slowly turns to look behind him, to stare at the one who has spoken. He frowns, glares at Kanda as the platform falls into a strange silence. "Why did you run?"

 

"I didn't run." The boy's reply is instant and Kanda moves to stand a few steps up from him.

 

"You did, you ran the second the show ended."

 

"So I could catch the train." Allen turns away from the Asian man and looks at his knee, frowns to himself as he reaches inside of the kitty bag for his hand towel.

"I see how well that worked out."

 

The platinum blonds eyes narrow as he pats at the cut on his knee, cleaning the blood up. He frowns after a moment, watches at he continues to bleed.

 

"Why are you here?" Allen turns and glances at Kanda, tries to ignore the fact that he is still dressed in the clothes he wore on stage, still has his hair down.

 

"I told you already." Kanda moves to sit on the step next to Allen. The boy stands abruptly, his face coloring just slightly. He moves to turn around, a sharp pain shooting up his leg from his ankle. He blinks, the stairs suddenly drifting away from him, the vague sensation of someone laugh reaching his ears.

 

"Baka..." Kanda hisses as he stands and grabs the boy's arm, pulls him back up to his feet, or foot now as he rests all of his weight onto one leg. Allen blinks, shakes his head and pulls his arm free.

 

"I don't need your help..." He mumbles, "And don't laugh at me."

 

"I'm not laughing, and why the fuck are you wearing those shoes anyway?"

 

Allen looks away, scowls at nothing in particular as he moves to head up the stairs once more, using the rail as he goes.

 

"Wait a second," Kanda reaches out, grabs the smaller males arm only to have it yanked away.

 

"Don't touch me." He snaps, pushes the other back a little.

 

"Where are you going?" The Asian man exhales through clenched teeth, his patience evaporating all too quickly.

 

"Away from you." The platinum blond growls as he moves up a few steps. He pauses then, recalls what the other has told him not too long ago. "And I'm not going to fall in love with you!"

 

Kanda blinks, a small yet noticeable smirk forms on his lips. Allen turns just a little, somehow surprised by the silence, uncertain. He frowns, seeing the other's reaction, seeing how he smirks like he does one stage. Kanda takes a step, waits to see if the boy will try and run. When he doesn't, he takes the few remaining steps it takes to reach Allen.

 

The platinum blond is suddenly aware of their height difference, of the fact that Kanda's eyes are level with his own yet he is still a step below him.

 

"Then why did you come?" Dark blue eyes narrow again and Allen can't help but wonder why they're blue... He glares suddenly, reminds himself what the other tried to do last time they were this close.

 

"I don't want to see you at my school again, ever." Allen is silently surprised at how level his voice is, at how threatening he can sound...especially when he is shaking inside, silently afraid the other might hit him.

 

"Fine." Kanda moves around the boy, heads on up the stairs to the station floor, glances back down at the other. "Want a ride Moyashi?"

 

"NOT FROM YOU!"

 

"Then stay here all night by yourself," Kanda's voice is mocking as he stares down at the other from the top of the stairs, a cruel smirk set on his lips. Allen glares at him before slowly moving up the stairs, mentally cursing himself for having come in the first place.

 

-

 

Kanda's car is sleek and black and compact, something that Allen hardly registered last time he was in it. He waits for the man to unlock the doors before moving to sit down, the scent of musk mixed with a slightly wooden scent suddenly fills the air. The Asian man moves to sit down and pulls his seat belt on, looks over at Allen.

 

"I'm not getting a goddamn ticket because you won't buckle up." The platinum blond jumps as Kanda reaches across him.

 

"I can do it myself!" The boy snaps, pushes the hand away.

 

"Che," Kanda puts the key in the ignition as soon as Allen's seatbelt clicks. The car starts up and the radio turns on, people babbling about something fills the silence for a brief moment before being turned off. They pull out onto a main road, Kanda moving to lean his head onto his hand while steering with one hand.

 

"Doesn't your band wonder where you went?"

 

"I told Link I was leaving so it doesn't matter." The man sounds bored and it irritates Allen minutely. They come to a stop at a red light and Kanda pulls his visor down and pulls out a CD. "Listen to it." He says tossing it at the boy next to him,

"What is it?"

 

"What does it matter?" The boy frowns and looks at the simple black cover, at the design on it.

 

"What's on it?" Allen closes his eyes, reminds himself to stay polite until they reach his apartment building, that the man driving could randomly decide to go somewhere else.

 

"Music."

 

"I've gathered that..." Allen looks away from the disk in his hands and at the road, the buildings they are passing. Kanda makes a sound of disapproval as they make a u-turn and then a sharp left. The boy's eyes are wide at how careless the man's driving seems. He swallows and decides to ask a potentially bad question.

 

"How long have you been driving?"

 

Kanda glances over at him, a bored expression on his face. "You care why?"

"I...was just curious..."

 

"A few years." A small pause before something was added, in a growl no less, "And I can drive just fucking fine."

 

"Uh-hunh..." Allen frowns as they take another sharp turn and the car suddenly speeds up. His hands move to the edge of the seat and grip tightly at it. They stay there for the duration of the ride and by the time Kanda pulls into the parking lot of boy's apartment building his knuckles are white and his eyes are wide. He is definitely not a fan of riding with the man.

 

Kanda pulls the car into a parking spot and turns the engine off.

The lamp post near by flickers and turns off, something that Allen has grown used to since he's moved in. He frowns suddenly, now that he is sitting in a dark car with a man who-

 

"T-Thank's for the ride," The platinum blond moves to unbuckle his seat belt, his nerves suddenly getting the better of him.

 

"Go somewhere with me this weekend."

 

"What?" The boy freezes as Kanda continues to stare out the front window. "I...I'm..." He blinks, tries to recall something, anything, that he has to do on his day off. "I'm going to a concert with Linalee..."

 

Kanda frowns, turns to look at him. "A concert? Do you want to go? I thought you said the goth-loli and X-boy dragged you to them, not that you wanted to go."

 

Allen blinks, tries to think of who X-boy is before realizing the other means Lavi. "I want to go this weekend..." He lets the seat belt slip out of his hand, slide back into place by the door. He turns, moves to open the door when Kanda reaches over and grabs him, shirts and jacket.

 

"Why?"

 

"Because she's my friend...a-and I want to see the band."

 

Kanda glares, frowns, and for a moment Allen thinks he's going to be hit, thinks that the man is going to do something drastic.

 

"What about after that?"

 

"It's going to be late..."

 

"It's late right now..."

 

"I have school the next day."

 

The Asian man frowns even more, turns back to face his front windshield. "God you are such a bitch..."

 

Allen blinks, hears what the man has uttered. He frowns, "Excuse me?!"

 

"I said you are a BITCH!" Kanda snaps, his patience suddenly gone as he hits his steering wheel.

 

"And you're a bloody ARSE!" Allen shouts back, his voice suddenly taking on a heavier accent as he snaps in English.

 

Kanda blinks, stunned for a moment.

 

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING BE LIKE THAT!?"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!?"

 

The man growls, curses under his breath before turning to face the boy. "I. Want. To. Go. Some. Where. With. You." He grinds out through clenched teeth.

 

Allen blinks, frowns, a light tint coming to his cheeks. "I...I don't, I'm normally busy."

"THEN FUCKING MAKE TIME!"

 

"YOU CAN'T JUST SHOVE YOURSELF INTO MY LIFE!"

 

"FUCKING WATCH ME!" Kanda's seat belt is undone and snaps back in to it's holster with lightning speed as he reaches over and fists the platinum blonds colorless hair. Allen hisses as his head is tilted back, his eyes snapping shut as he expects his head to hit the dash bored...

 

...except...

 

There are lips pressing against his own, rough and a little chapped...

 

Allen shoves against the man's chest, nearly launches himself from the car. "I HATE YOU!" He shouts red faced and flushed.

 

"I will make you fall in love with me." Kanda's voice is forceful and sends a chill down the boy's spine.

 

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FREAK!"

 

"You will."

 

Allen shivers, tries to pull back, to make the man let go of his hair, the others words sounding all too deadly. His body feels strangely hot, his heart beating faster then he knows it should. He hates how the hand that is still in his hair is so strong and controlling.

 

"K-Kanda..." The platinum blond silently curses himself for stuttering, for having said the man's name. "Let go..."

 

"Go somewhere with me."

 

"No." The hand in his hair tightens once more.

 

"Why. Not?"

 

"LET GO!" Allen snaps, his head feeling light and his breathing coming in rapid pants. He reaches up, tries to pull Kanda's hand out, whimpers when his head is yanked back, his eyes snapping shut in the pain.

 

"You will go out with me." Kanda leans forward once more, kisses the boy, takes his sudden gasp of pain as an opening. Allen flushes deeply when he feels the man's tongue slid against his own, when he feels his chest tighten.

 

His hands move to grasp the Asian man's shoulder, his fingers tightening on them before he tries to push him away. He feels weak and too light headed though, his attempts aren't working and the man continues to kiss him, continues to assault him..

 

Allen is leaned back, his body pressing against the door. He is vaguely aware of a hand on his leg, his thigh. It's large and hot and makes his insides tremble, makes him want to have it-

 

Kanda pulls back briefly, breathing heavily like after a concert, presses his lips against the boy's once more, loving how swollen they feel, how soft and plushy they are against his own. He can feel Allen press against his shoulders, a muffled sound escaping him but he doesn't stop.

 

The platinum blond trembles, as his lips are touched again, as a tongue laps at them before slipping into his mouth once more. He is trembling now, trembling against the man, all too aware of the hand that is rubbing his thigh, teasing.

 

Kanda pulls back, just enough to speak, "Go out with me..."

 

Allen shivers, pushes a littler harder against him. He squeezes his eyes shut, feels like something is starting to break.

 

The lamp light flicks on and before the Asian man has a chance to stop him, he is gone, is out of the car and running inside, taking the stairs up to his floor. The elevator will feel claustrophobic to him now as he feels a fresh wave of terror fill him, as he knows his heavy breathing is caused by it, caused by a slowly building panic attack.

 

-

 

Okay so yeah... Wrote this so many many times before deciding on this for the chapter, I am sorry that's it's taken so long but due to things in my life I haven't had much of an opportunity to type! I'm probably going to update CoN next to those who read both of the stories. I've also edited my profile, if you feel so inclined to click on it, it has my other pages to those who want to friend me. Also I can't keep bugging my hubby to beta this so I need one, if anyone is up for it please message me, the one I was going to use as a beta is almost never online now ;n; it saddens me so! The next chapter will be... Repition of Hatred

 

Au Revoir,

~Israfel~