When Love Wins From Hatred

Chapter Three

Kanda: "Why are you smiling while writing this..." *casts me a death glare* "You enjoy writing this FAR TOO MUCH! This isn't about your friends who made you do this anymore! You like writing this yourself!"

Me: *gets pale* "No, I... I d... don't."


Lavi: "Heh? She's blushing... I think she's lying."

Kanda: "Mugen, activate."


Me: "Oh crap!" *flees with Kanda chasing her*

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Hot... So Hot... Like he was standing in the middle of flames and he couldn't find a way out. He tried to breathe, but there was no air either. His lungs and throat burned and his head ached like his master had just hit it with that hammer again. Stop, he thought, please stop it already, it hurts! 

But it didn't help. The pain continued and he was just as helpless as before. The weird thing was, that even though he could feel the hotness of the fire, he couldn't see the light. There was only darkness here. Thick, suffocating darkness. Where was Mana?!

Suddenly Allen realized he was lying on his side. His senses returned, but the pain was still there, just as bad as before. It paralyzed him, only leaving him able to open his eyes. And so he did.

His sight was still foggy, but he could make out a clearing and Kanda sitting with his back to him, eating something.

His throat was sore and screamed for water. With a lot of effort he tried to move and push himself up, but his arms already gave up before he had lifted himself halfway.

He laid there, panting, collecting energy to try again, when Kanda turned around. "Moyashi, you're awake. What do you want?"

"Water," Allen whispered, "Where's the water?"

The other exorcist took the bottle and threw it to him. It landed just in front of the thirsty boy.

Allen took it and opened it. Then he tried to drink, but as he couldn't lift himself it was nearly impossible to get the water in his mouth in a good way. Suddenly a hand appeared and took over the bottle. Another one lifted him a little, making it possible to swallow mouthfuls of the gratefully accepted liquid.

When he was done Kanda let go of him and put the bottle away. "Are you hungry?"

Allen looked up to him, suddenly being aware of an uncomfortable feeling that had fallen away in comparison to the pain that tortured his body. He nodded, but had to notice that already cost him a lot of energy.

His companion walked away and took some time preparing a meal, then he came back with some soba. He put it in front of Allen, who tried to take it from him eagerly. Kanda didn't seem to like that: "Are you an idiot? You can't eat like this, you'll topple it over and spill all of it. Just wait a moment."

Then the hands were there again and helped him to get up in a sitting position. The left supported his back, the right held the soba. Allen only had to put the food in his mouth himself.

Within no-time the food was gone and his belly still felt rather empty. "Do you have more?"

"Tsssk... Like I would take enough with me to feed you. You will have to do with this."

Kanda laid him back down again, but so harshly that Allen's head hurt even more after. The boy gasped for breath and felt a slight desire to scold the other for it, but he was just too tired to start a fight.

"Ne, Kanda, is it really that hot or is it me?" He asked instead.

"It's not hot at all." The other grumbled.