So... since I've been doing other things for my InuYasha fans... something more for you guys ^^ It's a story, so more chapters to come provided you guys like it.

BTW: I've got a little something special coming for you guys ;)

A beautiful silken golden tail swished back and forth over the tiled floor in the waiting room, the golden retriever panting happily by his master's side, the dark intelligent eyes looking around at the other occupants, the red harness around the animal's mid-section had its handle propped up on the empty chair next to the boy who had a book over his crossed legs, his fingers trailing down the raised lettering as his lips whispered the words. Dark glasses turned to the sound of the dog's collar jingling, his hands reaching to pull on the harness, making sure his eyes stayed where they were.

"What's up Tim?" the young man asked quietly, his face towards the dog, "just wait it out a few more minutes okay?"

The dog woofed quietly in response, his master smiling as he returned to his book, his fingers finding the spot he left off, his lips passing a sigh as he heard people muttering around him, the whisperings of the women and their heels moving over the coffee shop floor, the men keeping silent as they most definitely stared at him, the fingertips sliding across the table for his coffee cup, the fingers touching the paper before gripping it gently, his tongue on the lip of the cup as his lips searched for the opening, his head tilted back to finish off the last of his English breakfast tea. His chair ground against the floor as he stood up, his book shoved into his tote bag before he grabbed the dog's handle, the animal pulling him towards the trash can where he slipped the cup into the trash, Timcampy leading him out the door while the whispers continued.

He was used to the stares and mutterings his eyes have attracted him since he was a nine-year-old. The car accident that took his sight ten years ago also took his father, leaving the frightened child wounded, scarred, scared, and alone in his now black world, a man named Cross begrudgingly accepting the boy into his home, Allen crying himself to sleep every night while the sound of women moaning through the thin walls adding to his already damaged psyche and depressed state. The only thing halfway decent Cross ever did was give him a seeing eye dog and owning a piano, the boy finding his gift for the music with only his ears and hands, Cross seeing it as an exploitive opportunity, having Allen preform shows and dragging him around to meet up and coming composers, determined to turn the young man into a three ring circus.

The loyal animal trotted beside him through the slush as Allen made his way through the streets, the unused hand shoved into his pocket as the animal led him to the large brown brick building, his mind deep in thought as the dog led him up the stone steps, the animal's tail wagging as it pranced through the brown slush. The hum of the automatic door opening was all Allen needed to slip through the doors, Timcampy leading him to return the old book before it brought him to the aisle of new ones, the collapsible long cane extended to give the dog a break from his daily duties, his head on his paws as he rested under the table guarding his master's bag, the boy content to wander the aisles with his fingers over the spines of the brail books, the leather comforting to his fingers.

Allen had three books tucked into his right arm while his scarred hand searched the rest, his lips passing a sigh as he realized that he had read most if not all the books on the shelves and the ones that remained were some sort of stupid overly cheesy love story or an erotic one, neither of the two suited his tastes in both classical literature or historical mystery. His body made to move around to the second stack in hopes of something sparking his interest.

"AH!"

Allen felt fear rush into him for the few seconds that he fell, his rear landing hard onto the ground while his books spilt out of his arms and clattered around him, his hands searching his face to ensure that his dark glasses were still covering his unseeing eyes.

"What the hell!"

The young blind man turned to the sound of the angered voice, his eyebrows raised in surprise before the voice snapped at him again.

"Watch where you're going!" the man snarled, "what the hell is wrong with you!"

"Sorry," Allen murmured hastily as he gently felt around for both his cane and his books, "I-I didn't hear you come-"

"Clearly!" the sound of shuffling emanated from the stranger, "your book's right in front of you! What are you-"

"Blind? Yes actually," the young man told him sweetly, his dark glasses removed from his face to stare blankly in the direction of the harsh voice, "that just might be the reason I've been looking through brail books and ran into you, dumbass."

The figure stilled slightly, his breathing slowing as he became aware of his mistake, Allen praying that he humbled the jerk somewhat.

"I-I didn't notice that!"

"No shit!" Allen snipped as he pulled two books towards him, his cane already in his fist, "I may be blind, but at least I'm not stupid like you!"

"Say that again-"

"Boys!" both heads turned to the sound of the snapping voice, "this is a library! Please do not shout!"

"Sorry," both young men murmured as she huffed, stopping to stoop and pick up the last book Allen had dropped and placed it on the top of his pile, the younger murmuring a quick thanks before he grabbed both the books and his cane, his body straightening up.

"Thanks for your help, jackass!" Allen hissed as he heard the other stand, "it's nice to know that when someone finds out I'm blind, they apologize and help me!"

"Anytime," the man snapped back, "just watch where you're going!"

"Oh, what a brilliant suggestion! And just how am I supposed to do that smart ass?!" the younger gestured to his eyes, hoping to make the other in front of him humiliated.

"Get a new pair," the young man told him bluntly, Allen bristling at the comment.

"Wow, gee, why didn't that thought occur to me?"

"Perhaps you're stupid and blind after all!"

Feet made to march past the now bristling young man, his knuckles tightening on his cane as he pressed the books to his chest, his juvenile nature taking over as his cane shot out to trip the receding footsteps, the other exclaiming surprise before he fell to the ground a second time, his body landing with a thump on the carpet as it had before, Allen standing and smiling sweetly in his direction.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the younger simpered while he patted his leg, the faithful golden retriever trotting up to him, "didn't see you there."

"You BASTARD!" the man spat, standing with his books still in his arms, "you did that on PURPOSE-"

"Boys!" the librarian called to them, Allen turning to face the sound of her voice, "silence!"

The blind man nodded as he followed Tim towards the check-out counter, his card slipped from his wallet before he handed it to the attendant, his perception all-knowing as he could practically feel the other's eyes glaring at him from the self-checkout, his voice polite as he thanked the young woman that aided him, the books slipped into the tote bag before he took to the streets, the sound of feet chasing after him alerting him to what the voice nearly screamed at him.

"OI!"

"So," Allen turned to him, his face turned to the steps, his tone mocking, "you're nice enough of a person to leave a library to scream at a blind person but you couldn't give that person a bit of a hand?"

"Shut up!" the other snapped at him, "you tripped me!"

"How could I possibly do that?" the younger simpered, the elder practically fuming.

"I'd say don't play dumb," the man hissed, "but you're not exactly pretending to be stupid, now are you?"

"Well, I'm certainly not pretending to be blind," Allen shot back, his body firm as it stood his ground as he looked to where the voice was, the other making an odd 'Che' sound.

"I don't care if you can see or not," the other snapped, "just give me an apology for tripping me!"

"You walked right into me and did nothing but chew me out!" the younger retorted, "when I get an apology, so do you!"

"But-"

"Here," Allen's fingers passed a white card to the taller, "when you're ready to apologize, call me."

"Rather not," Kanda snapped, "I don't want to waste my time talking to someone who can't even hold the phone the right way!"

Allen bristled at the words, his fingers twitching as they were restrained from curling into a fist, a jubilant voice interrupting the two of them.

"Yuu! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Stupid Rabbit!" the angry man snapped, "don't call me that!"

"Yeah Yeah," the second interjected, "so… who are you fighting with and why? I could hear you from across the library."

"None of your damn-"

"That would be me," Allen tilted and waved towards the other, "now, if you'll excuse me."

"Hey!"

Unseeing eyes turned towards the sound of the voice, footsteps approaching him slowly.

"Pardon my rudeness," the young man told him cheerfully, "my name's Lavi and the man you were exchanging pleasantries with is named Yuu Kanda; call him Kanda, he gets prissy if you call him Yuu.. but, I do anyways."

"Nice to meet you Lavi," Allen murmured uncertainly, "but… I can't shake your hand."

The other remained dead silent before the younger sighed, the familiar wind and scent alcohol in front of his face.

"Could you please not do that?" the younger snapped, "it's incredibly annoying."

"Woah! How can you-"

"Moving your hands in front of my face creates wind and I can smell the sanitizer on your hands as you move it back and forth."

"But, the shaking hands thing?"

"Everybody does it when you first meet someone," Allen explained, "it's sort of a programmed instinct."

"That is so-"

"-rude," the younger finished for him, "it's almost as disrespectful as someone making a callous comment to you for your disability."

The grinding of teeth and a soft 'Che' emanated from Kanda's area, Allen smirking as he knew he had won at least a point in their fight.

"Oh, right! I am so, so sorry about that…"

"Allen," the younger finished, his hand extended towards Lavi's, "Allen Walker."

"Allen Walker," the other breathed, his mind obviously figuring as to why his name rang a bell, "oh! You're that blind pianist aren't you?"

"Yeah," Allen blushed lightly, clearly bashful, "kinda."

"Oh, that's so cool!" Lavi babbled, "hey Yuu! Now I know two celebrities!"

"Two celebrities?"

"Yeah," the other turned back to the blind young man, "see, Kanda's a painter and his art is all this traditional Japanese stuff and it's not half bad! You should really see-"

Lavi stopped mid-sentence as he stared at Allen, his smile faltering into nervousness as the boy tilted his head to the side, his eyebrow raised in a look that made Kanda smirk at the screw up his so-called friend just made.

"Good going rabbit," Kanda muttered, his smirk still on his lips, "you screwed up worse than me."

"Dunno bout that," Allen commented, "yours was still pretty impressive."

"What he say?"

"Thought you could hear us from across the library," the other muttered while the younger smirked.

"He asked if I was blind and then told me to watch where I was going for the next time," Allen told Lavi, the other giggling.

"Really?" the other grinned as he turned to look at Kanda, "nice one!"

"Shut up-"

"Well," the younger interrupted the two of them, "it was lovely to meet the two of you, but I must be off."

"No, wait!"

The boy was stopped from moving towards his guide dog with an arm on his hand, his unseeing eyes looking towards the young man that had stopped him.

"Look, I'm really sorry about the whole off-handed comment thing-"

"Don't mention it."

"No really-"

"No seriously," Allen told Lavi, his hand removing the other from his arm, "don't mention it."

"Well," the other tried, "can we at least do something to make it up to you?"

"Leave me alone?"

"Done," Kanda interrupted, "come on rabbit, let's get you back home."

"Oh come on you two!" Lavi tried, looking from one to the other, "let's all go out to dinner for a night!"

"Are you insane or something?" Allen asked from his bent over position, his hand grabbing his dog's handle, the golden lab moving with his owner towards the direction of his apartment.

"We've had him tested," Kanda informed him bitterly, "results still pending."

"I'm just friendly," the other sounded slightly hurt, "come on Yuu, wouldn't it be nice to have dinner with an up and coming artist as you are?"

"No."

The two young men on either side of Lavi both spoke in unison, the other flinched at their directness.

"I'd rather spend an evening with you and that overbearing complex freak of a girlfriend's brother than watch him poke around on the plate looking for a piece of broccoli!"

"This from the man who doesn't know the definition of blind!"

"I just described it-"

"Bite me!" Allen snapped childishly, his head turning to where Lavi stood, "thank you for the invite, but I have a concert tonight."

"Why not after it!?" Lavi seemed determined to befriend the younger, "or coffee or-"

"If I agree will you let me go home?" the younger asked.

"Only in the short run," Kanda muttered bitterly, Lavi to excited to care.

"You got it!"

"Fine, coffee tomorrow at eleven," Allen threw his hands up, "shop around the corner, now bye!"

"Bye!" the younger could practically visualize the waving hand and exuberance, his fingers pressing to his temples as he sighed deeply.

Allen should have learned that all it took was one chance encounter to change a person's life for good.

Ahem... so... how bad? Reviews please ^^ And don't worry, other updates coming soon. Computer's been doing... things which scare me and my friend is going to look into it tomorrow...

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