cuntbitchallen:

Kanda abuse is wrong and that’s a very bad train of thought.

Just keep that in mind—

“I can almost see the gears in your head turning.” Allen said, the smirk on his face revealing what the comment was; half meant as a jab, and the other half honest. He could literally almost see what he was thinking, and none of it exactly settled well with Allen. Not in a fear for his life kind of way, but more of a bruised ego sort of way. It was only so long before Kanda took the moment to dangle his new found superiority over Allen.

Not like he needed the ego boost, or probably gave a rats ass about some title and new uniform. But it was something he could use to tease Allen with, and when the hell would he let up an opportunity like that?

He didn’t really care about the title. The title itself almost made him turn down the offer— but he couldn’t say no to the freedom. That’s what it was all about. The freedom to do more, basically almost anything he please. He would be able to come and go on his own, unchecked; able to assist Allen.

Kanda flicked the boy’s nose, grimacing at him. “As your fuckin’ superior or whatever, shut up.” He’d said it at least three times already, Christ.

cuntbitchallen:

nigentou:

What a little bitch.

He slapped the back of Allen’s head, glaring down at him. “Don’t be a smart ass.” The swordsman figured the brat shouldn’t have been allowed to know about his current status. It was bound to be annoying.

“Ow.” It didn’t hurt, not really, and the deadpan look Allen gave him should have told him exactly that. “It’s not right to abuse your powers to— well, abuse me. Absolutely power corrupts absolutely, Bakanda.” He said, voice trailing off in a sing song, and he couldn’t help but smirk. Oh, he was going to be a smart ass. It was in his very nature, after all.

Kanda could very well make it hurt, and he was half tempted to do so. He exhaled from his nose, expression one of mild irritation— though it wasn’t as if that was unusual.

The thoughts of what he could do to Allen came to mind, all tempting, but he shoved them to the back of his mind. There were some more, well, questionable things that wouldn’t really be labeled as abuse, per say— but, you know.

cuntbitchallen:

nigentou:

Kanda ran his fingers through the pale hair, scoffing at the other’s words. “I’ll hit that stupid face if you don’t shut up about it.” He hissed, hand resting on the back of Allen’s neck. 

Allen for his part just laughed, closing his eyes against the ( though he’d probably argue it ) gentle touch. It was an empty threat, but he figured it was night to at least go along with it, for novelty’s sake. “Yes, oh General my General.” 

He snickered. It’d never get old.

Ever.

What a little bitch.

He slapped the back of Allen’s head, glaring down at him. “Don’t be a smart ass.” The swordsman figured the brat shouldn’t have been allowed to know about his current status. It was bound to be annoying.

cuntbitchallen:

Allen chuckled, leaning the rest of the way so his forehead was resting against Kanda’s shoulder. He huffed against his neck, letting his lips curl against the expanse of skin— which albeit wasn’t much, but he’d take what he can get. “For someone who finds this face so stupid, you were pretty adamant on it being here.”

Kanda ran his fingers through the pale hair, scoffing at the other’s words. “I’ll hit that stupid face if you don’t shut up about it.” He hissed, hand resting on the back of Allen’s neck. 

nigentou:

“Shut up.” He muttered with a sigh. “Just because I’m used to it doesn’t mean I like it.”

Kanda leaned forward, pressing his lips against the boy’s. He lifted his hands, cupping Allen’s cheeks. The swordsman canted his head as he stared at the other. “It’s like you’re not even…

The Japanese male wouldn’t admit to being relieved by it, and by this point he knew that Allen wouldn’t bother trying it just to try and trick Kanda into thinking he was fine. Kanda would punch him square in the face for that. Not that there were many times he didn’t want to hit the pale-haired teen.

nigentou:

Part of him was tempted to turn around and leave. He was rethinking dealing with him. With a huff, he pushed the door open, the usual frown on his lips.

“I know I bitched at you for the fake-ass happy expression you have all the time, but this is ridiculous.” He muttered, crossing…

“Shut up.” He muttered with a sigh. “Just because I’m used to it doesn’t mean I like it.”

Kanda leaned forward, pressing his lips against the boy’s. He lifted his hands, cupping Allen’s cheeks. The swordsman canted his head as he stared at the other. “It’s like you’re not even trying, brat.” He stated, “How am I supposed to fuck with you if you’re moping and shit.”

cuntbitchallen:

Sadly, Allen wasn’t as lucky this time, and did actually manage to knock the cup off the table, having done so when he nearly lurched out of the chair in surprise. Though he managed to catch it before it hit the ground, keeping the better part of  it’s contents inside, he scolded himself for his lack of attention. Just because he was feeling a bit gloomy, didn’t mean he had to go make himself a target—

He couldn’t help but sigh at that, because of course his life was so hectic he couldn’t sit with his back to the door without fear of being more or less murdered. Of course not.

“The door’s unlocked.” He said eventually, just loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the wall. 

Part of him was tempted to turn around and leave. He was rethinking dealing with him. With a huff, he pushed the door open, the usual frown on his lips.

“I know I bitched at you for the fake-ass happy expression you have all the time, but this is ridiculous.” He muttered, crossing the room towards the boy. “That face doesn’t fit you, Moyashi.”

cuntbitchallen:

Curled up in the chair beside his window, Allen drew a deep breath, exhaling in a sigh and watching it fan across the window in a fog. He peered past it, through the trees and off the cliff, into the sky which was a murky grey with clouds full of snow.

Shifting and squirming, he curled himself further into his blanket, fingers curling absentmindedly around the handle of his mug.

“Merry Christmas.” He murmured to himself, pressing the cup to his lips and taking a sip.

The hall was cold, irritatingly so. Not that he ever particularly enjoyed it. The swordsman’s boots clicked against the stone as he made his way across the Order.

It was usually the week when the pale-haired exorcist was quiet and solitary. He felt no guilt in interrupting the brat’s thoughts as he rapped his fist against the door.

“Oi.”

.

cuntbitchallen:

…

Wait.

Wait a second.

Wait.

Wait—

“….You have got to be fucking kidding me—” Jesus christ, how did that not occur to him earlier? Of course the one spot left to fill had to be Cross’.

Of course, because that was his life.

“Damn fucking straight.”

His smirk grew wider, leaning forward so his face was close to the other’s. “Do you have a problem with your new general, Moyashi?” Kanda asked, voice low and cocky.  The swordsman would have as much fun with this as was possible.

(Source: nigentou)