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The next morning, Allen smiled at the money on his nightstand.
Score.
He flinched slightly as he got out of bed. He could hear the cars rushing by on their morning commutes. His spindly legs carefully walked to his nightstand and he stared at the paper. But it wasn't the money, it was the business card Lavi had given him.
Lavi…
For the past few days the white haired boy could do nothing but think about the redhead…why was he so magnetized to him? What was so special about Lavi? Allen continued to stare blankly at the card. Didn't he say he was a photographer? Maybe that would help him get out of this business…Maybe..
Allen swallowed his apprehension and pride for just long enough to pick up the hotel phone and dial the number.
-----
Lavi smiled behind the camera as a model slipped and fell; still trying to make it look like it was done on purpose. What an idiot. Suddenly, his cell phone began to vibrate. He tried his best to ignore it before sighing and standing up, holding up a finger to signal he'd be back soon.
"Hello?" he answered.
Allen froze. What should he do? What should he SAY?!
"Th..This is Allen." He said plainly, mentally hitting himself for sounding so idiotic.
"Oh, hello Allen, considered anything?"
"Excuse me?" Allen asked, eyes widening in slight innocence.
"I mean, would you like to talk this over dinner or something? I have a very busy schedule today, it'll be very hard for us to talk..so I'll come by around 7? That sound good? Okay, Good Bye."
Allen stuttered out a quick, "G-Goodbye!" before he heard a "click". His heart was racing at over a thousand miles per hour and he felt like hyperventilating. He fell back into the hotel bed and closed his eyes and felt a small smile overtake his face.
Tonight.
But it wasn't long before his excitement was trampled on. What about tonight's clients? He needed the money to stay in this hotel…Was Lavi worth it? Allen felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier before he finally closed them, spiraling into a dreamland where he could escape the harsh reality of everyday.
-----
It was already 7 PM and Lavi waved goodbye to his coworkers as well as some questionable models on his way out. His car beeped twice as he unlocked it from a few feet away. He got into his sleek black car that shined in the rising moon and setting sun and began to drive to an all too familiar place.
Lavi felt his heart strangely flutter as he envisioned the thin boy with feathery white hair and piercingly soulful eyes of mercury. He had finally arrived at the door which was ironically: room 169. He knocked once, twice, three times. No answer.
He knocked again. No answer…Now he was starting to get worried.
Finally, the redhead cautiously opened the door…only to find a sleeping Allen.
Should I wake him?
Lavi quietly walked closer to the peacefully sleeping boy. He didn't even look like a prostitute, he looked just like any other boy that went to school, hugged his mom, tried to please his dad…watch over a younger sister.
He didn't seem like one to stoop to such a level as this.
His emerald green eyes widened before softening at a few streaks of dried tears trailing a path down Allen's face.
Evidently he did not choose this occupation for fun.
Lavi had the urge to do something…anything. He wanted to protect this boy. He wanted to make sure he was safe and he wanted to punch all the men that made him do the things he had to do. He wanted to shake those thin shoulders and yell that Allen did not deserve this. He did not deserve to be denied his childhood. He should be in school, his only worries should be about whether he had finished his homework-not about whether he'd have enough money to eat the next day, the next week.
Allen did not deserve any of this. And Lavi knew it.
The photographer's hands slowly curled into fists, angry that such a world of opportunity could produce such a monstrosity of a fact.
He knew even then, that his life was different. He would fight for this boy. He would fight.
But for now, all he could do was
Lean
In
a little
closer
and place
a small
kiss upon those lips..
Score.
He flinched slightly as he got out of bed. He could hear the cars rushing by on their morning commutes. His spindly legs carefully walked to his nightstand and he stared at the paper. But it wasn't the money, it was the business card Lavi had given him.
Lavi…
For the past few days the white haired boy could do nothing but think about the redhead…why was he so magnetized to him? What was so special about Lavi? Allen continued to stare blankly at the card. Didn't he say he was a photographer? Maybe that would help him get out of this business…Maybe..
Allen swallowed his apprehension and pride for just long enough to pick up the hotel phone and dial the number.
-----
Lavi smiled behind the camera as a model slipped and fell; still trying to make it look like it was done on purpose. What an idiot. Suddenly, his cell phone began to vibrate. He tried his best to ignore it before sighing and standing up, holding up a finger to signal he'd be back soon.
"Hello?" he answered.
Allen froze. What should he do? What should he SAY?!
"Th..This is Allen." He said plainly, mentally hitting himself for sounding so idiotic.
"Oh, hello Allen, considered anything?"
"Excuse me?" Allen asked, eyes widening in slight innocence.
"I mean, would you like to talk this over dinner or something? I have a very busy schedule today, it'll be very hard for us to talk..so I'll come by around 7? That sound good? Okay, Good Bye."
Allen stuttered out a quick, "G-Goodbye!" before he heard a "click". His heart was racing at over a thousand miles per hour and he felt like hyperventilating. He fell back into the hotel bed and closed his eyes and felt a small smile overtake his face.
Tonight.
But it wasn't long before his excitement was trampled on. What about tonight's clients? He needed the money to stay in this hotel…Was Lavi worth it? Allen felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier before he finally closed them, spiraling into a dreamland where he could escape the harsh reality of everyday.
-----
It was already 7 PM and Lavi waved goodbye to his coworkers as well as some questionable models on his way out. His car beeped twice as he unlocked it from a few feet away. He got into his sleek black car that shined in the rising moon and setting sun and began to drive to an all too familiar place.
Lavi felt his heart strangely flutter as he envisioned the thin boy with feathery white hair and piercingly soulful eyes of mercury. He had finally arrived at the door which was ironically: room 169. He knocked once, twice, three times. No answer.
He knocked again. No answer…Now he was starting to get worried.
Finally, the redhead cautiously opened the door…only to find a sleeping Allen.
Should I wake him?
Lavi quietly walked closer to the peacefully sleeping boy. He didn't even look like a prostitute, he looked just like any other boy that went to school, hugged his mom, tried to please his dad…watch over a younger sister.
He didn't seem like one to stoop to such a level as this.
His emerald green eyes widened before softening at a few streaks of dried tears trailing a path down Allen's face.
Evidently he did not choose this occupation for fun.
Lavi had the urge to do something…anything. He wanted to protect this boy. He wanted to make sure he was safe and he wanted to punch all the men that made him do the things he had to do. He wanted to shake those thin shoulders and yell that Allen did not deserve this. He did not deserve to be denied his childhood. He should be in school, his only worries should be about whether he had finished his homework-not about whether he'd have enough money to eat the next day, the next week.
Allen did not deserve any of this. And Lavi knew it.
The photographer's hands slowly curled into fists, angry that such a world of opportunity could produce such a monstrosity of a fact.
He knew even then, that his life was different. He would fight for this boy. He would fight.
But for now, all he could do was
Lean
In
a little
closer
and place
a small
kiss upon those lips..
Literature
Bruises -KandaxAllen one-shot
I turn off the lights
So you can't see my eyes
My fingers are crossed
While I promise the world to you
"Kanda... do you really mean that..?" Allen asked, completely bewildered by what the older boy had just said. "am I someone who say's unneccesary things Moyashi*?" Kanda said, already looking impacient again. it was so comical to Allen how someone who usually portrayed little to no emotion could change the expressions of his face so quickly. "no, you don't. I....." Kanda waited for a response from the silver-haired beauty in front of him. 'what must I do to prove myself to him?' Thought Kanda. He had finally silenced his screaming
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Yullen
Yullen
Speech
Thoughts
It hurts. It hurts so much. I die. I know that I die. Allen thought. He was badly injured and nobody else was there. But then Allen heard footsteps. He wanted to scream for help, but he didnt have enough power left. He could barley left his eyes open. But it was dark so he couldnt recognize the person. Who is that person? Will the person help me? The last thing Allen sensed before he fainted was that a cold voice spoke the word Baka*.
The first thing Allen sensed was that he laid on a couch. The second was that his wounds were bandaged. Who had helped me? And where the hell am I?
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Kanda is ???????????
Kanda walked precariously around the Order. He knew he shouldn't be up, but he was too borred. His vision was blurred, he could barely walk in a straight line, his hearing was muffled, he had a BAD case of the chills, had his sweater wrapped tightly around him, he had a TERRIBLE headache, and his brain was deep fried and smothered in chocolate.
It's no wonder Kanda didn't sence the approch of the two devils behind him.
"MANY BLESSINGS FROM DAVID BOWIE~~~~!!!!!" the two devils screamed, hopping in front of Kanda as they did so, making the weird hand motions from Demyx Time.
Kanda, having not senced this, stummbled back with fear in his glos
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D: Poor Allen. SAVE HIM LAVI. SAVE HIMMMM.
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I almost cried
I DON"T USUALLY CRY!!!!
you're such a genius
I DON"T USUALLY CRY!!!!
you're such a genius