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Title: Raindrops
Pairing: Kanda x Allen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters herein belong to Katsura Hoshino, the situations belong to me.
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macalaca
Raindrops
Storm clouds built on the horizon, lighting menacingly with each rumble of thunder; the feel of the storm crackled along his arms like electricity. Outside matched inside, yes, inside it felt like there was an altogether different storm building, but he ignored it in favor of studying the oncoming stormy clouds.
“Kanda-kun.” Allen called, “The storm’s coming closer, we should really go inside before it hits.” The swordsman in question grunted, just to signify he’d heard the other exorcist, but made no move to follow Allen’s suggestion. The wind around the parasitic exorcist picked up and he drew his uniform closer, lips pursed in a small pout; Maybe I shouldn’t have just followed him out, Allen thought, second guessing his choice to bail on lunch in favor of Kanda, who’d slipped out unnoticed by most to stand outside. But, looking at Kanda as the wind whipped his long hair back and off his shoulders, the back of his uniform billowing away from his legs like a dramatic cape…that was enough to convince Allen to stay just a bit longer.
“I…enjoy storms.” The whisper was so light that he would have never been able to hear it without the assistance of the wind that carried the strained vocals to his ears, “We don’t get them often, clear up here, generally it’s snow, sleet…never a real thunder storm.” Allen held his breath, taking a step closer to the other exorcist, but only barely for fear of snapping Kanda out of his seeming reverie. Lightning crackled violently, punctuating the swordsman’s words, and drew goose bumps along Allen’s skin, “You should go in.” Cold eyes were on him, and Kanda was much closer than he had been only a few moments ago.
“I want to stay out here, with you.” Allen grumbled defensively, crossing his arms over his chest as if to keep the other exorcist at bay, “I like storms too, just generally not standing in them.” Kanda gave a small snort and turned away, gazing at the sky. Both stood silent, the swordsman studying the clouds silently, tracing every new dimension highlighted by a burst of thunder, and Allen studying Kanda’s profile in the gray light.
Mother Nature threw the switch.
The wind picked up, the electric feeling in the air intensified, and the sky opened up and poured. Heavy, cold drops landed on Allen’s skin and soaked into his uniform, plastered strands that had gone mercury colored with the rain against his forehead and cheeks, Kanda’s hair was likewise sticking to his cheeks, raindrops ran like rivers, following the paths of blue and dripping off the ends, but he had a pleasant almost smile on his face. It was that smile that drew Allen just a bit closer, the water seeped into his clothing and chilled him unpleasantly. But there was that smile.
Kanda tilted his head, watching the other exorcist shiver and attempted to not look like he was thoroughly hating the experience, and Allen noticed something that took his breath away.
That smile was directed at him.
And there was lightning in Kanda’s eyes.
Thunder crashed sharply and Allen’s grip shifted from his own soaked arms to grip the cuff of Kanda’s jacket, eyes wide and vaguely terrified, looking for all the world like a kitten. The grip tightened with another crackle, but the parasitic exorcist’s eyes had lidded slightly- their previous fear gone- protecting them from the rush of water that ran rivulets along the tip of his nose and cheeks, both colored with a blush from the cold and that look.
That lightning.
Maybe, if his heart hadn’t been racing from the sudden thunder, if his thoughts hadn’t been ground to a halt by that expression. Maybe, just maybe, Allen would have turned and walked back inside, where it was warm and dry. But his heart was fluttering like a spooked bird against his ribcage, and he was lost in that smile…
Allen kissed him.
It was clumsy, because the only hold Allen had on him was that cuff, and the bean sprout was shorter than he was, obviously. Allen’s nose bumped his own and it was cold, and the rain kept seeping between their lips as if to keep them apart. But it was a kiss.
And Kanda kissed back.
Lips pressed firmly in return to seeking lips, and Kanda was gripping his chin, helping with the height difference by bowing his head, gently tipping it so the cold tip of Allen’s nose brushed his cheek instead, and they were both sure the rain had stopped seeping between their lips, because if it had, it would have rose away in steam.
The storm raged on, rang in their ears, but the cold was gone, replaced with something altogether much more pleasant. When Allen finally managed to draw back, panting, the cold burning his lips because they were supposed to be warm and covered and damp from Kanda’s kisses, the swordsman’s hand had dropped to rest on his hip, “…Kanda.” Those eyes were on him again, electrifying him more than any bolt of lightning could ever do, and Allen realized two things.
He’d never complain about standing in the rain again and…
He’d never let Kanda experience a storm alone.
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