God, after seeing the review, I felt bad and tried to turn out one more chapter that could at least lead to some sort of revolution for this story. It's been a few years at least, since I've been in this fandom. College is stressful, and I could possibly be using this as some sort of way to procrastinate.

Hope the story arc is smooth, even after a couple years break from the chapters.

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Kanda watched his fingers twist and turn into each other, an intricate dance of thick grabs of pressure and fingers scraping into the other's palm. Even now, blush still powdered his neck in funny blotches all the way down into the V-neck of his kimono. Slowly, Kanda's eyes averted upwards to that shock of white hair and to those eyes that still refused to look up at him. Kanda scoffed and, ignoring Allen's flinch, reveling in his discomfort, just reclined further back into the wall and watched the carnival go by in sights and sounds.

Lavi was lucky to have escaped with Lenalee to some food stall. The bastard, he was always up to something. Kanda should have realized, of course. He never changed. Always conniving, always scheming. It never boded well for Kanda, and what was this, but another damning issue on his plate? Purposely having Lenalee bring Allen so that Kanda and him could meet and do…what? What did Lavi expect? A reconciliation? To what? Friendship? Hatred? Kanda could barely admit things about himself, how could he possibly define this…thing between him and the kid?

A truly damning issue – full of humiliation, frustration, and a suffocating feeling in his throat.

But Kanda had already known that for a long time, of course.

A scuff of noise and Kanda idly turned his head to see Allen rubbing his slipper in the dirt. The kid's neck was still diffused angry red. Kanda's lips quirked. The stupid moyashi. Blushing to the white roots of his hair, he couldn't even tell that he was the one with the power here.

"Oy, baka moyashi, stop doing that." Allen froze. Kanda smirked. "It's annoying me," he finished with a scowl.

Allen didn't say anything for a few moments, but then suddenly jerked his head back, in a strange kind of dismissal, all full of wiry tension and nervousness.

"W-whatever, Bakanda…I can do what I want."

"Che, that's only what children think. But I guess that's what you are," Kanda said with a bite that was all too routine and familiar.

"At least I'm not a girly man."

"Bean sprout."

"Idiot."

"Baka."

Allen coughed a laugh. He bit his lips and Kanda found that, suddenly, his lips were quirking all too much, becoming dangerously close to a smile, and the cold indifference in his belly was suddenly filled with a nervous, strange, warm energy. And suddenly, he wanted to know. He wanted to know why Allen came to his room. He wanted to know why Allen was still blushing even after 20 minutes in the night air. He wanted to know why, even with no Lavi and Lenalee to force him here, Allen still stood next to him, fiddled with his fingers and that goddamn kimono, and acted like he was supposed to be there.

"I'm sorry," Kanda blurted, and repressed a blush. Allen looked up, startled.

"What?"

Kanda damned his vocal chords, but continued, "I'm sorry…for-for kicking you out of my room. It was….uncalled for...moyashi," he ended lamely.

Grey eyes stared at Kanda for an indeterminable amount of time. Kanda couldn't tell, he was too busy staring above the white hairs on Allen's head, and wondering if perhaps his brain had gone and died just like the pigment in his hair.

"I'm sorry, too."

Kanda sharply looked down, and saw a serious face staring back at him.

"I'm sorry," Allen repeated. "For lying about what I….for lying about what I-I feel."

Kanda's heart thumped.

Allen looked down and away, his head turned towards the carnival lights.

"I can't-I can't say exactly what I feel. It's weird and this –" He pointed between them, looked up at him with inscrutable eyes and away again. "-This is strange. It's foreign and I don't know if it's okay, but I do know I don't feel…indifferent towards you. I lied…And that's not okay, and…I'm…sorry."

"…Not indifferent, huh?" Kanda's voice bit, and Allen turned towards him, panicked, his eyes wide in fear.

"No! No, that's not what I meant at a-"

And perhaps for the third time this month, Allen found himself getting cut off by a pair of lips, chapped and dry and barely a cover for the roughness and tough bone that lay underneath. And he found himself wrapping his arms around a long neck and grabbing fistfuls of the long, silky hair that he longed to touch for longer than he'd care to admit. It was rough and hard and full of pressure and grabbing hands and messed up hair.

He found himself feeling more relieved and elated than in any lifetime he ever lived.

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Please. Tell me if that's enough revolution. Also, I apologize if the writing style is crappy. I wrote this up quick.

Honestly, I'm more into Rumpelstiltskin and Belle from Once Upon a Time right now. Any readers fans of the show, by any chance?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter much late in the making!