#kallenda

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Kallenda Ones, 2023

[zackfairy]

Kanda: I never gave you a key to my apartment!

Allen: and I never let you steal my heart. Welcome to the real world, Bakanda.

[chocoazelle]

05062016 I am freaking out.. but here is a doodle of my otp + tim Don’t use and repost without my persmission s.v.p.

[zackfairy]

@bitterazure

Allen always has a handkerchief

[hanabimonai]

Tag Policy Update

I used to use “yarekan” for allen/kanda/allen posts. I’ve decided to switch to “kallenda” now. And it almost sounds like “calendar.” That is all. :P

[zackfairy]

DGM Secret Santa 2018

I’m sorry I’m so late! I’m your Secret Santa @star-favoured-walker! I hope you enjoy reading it! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Thank you to @dgmsecretsanta2018 for running this wonderful event!

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17428223

I’ll eventually post it on ffn. Probably.

[zackfairy]

Kallenda

I saw a blog (@hanabimonai) that's a Kanda x Allen x Kanda shipper like me and they had a really pretty ship name so I'm going to start using it instead of alternating between Yullen and Arekan because alternating is a pain.

Btw I just ship them as equals in the relationship with no "roles" of top and bottom and they just do whatever the fuck they feel like at the time because that's how they work. Well that's how I see it.

So tags will now be kallenda instead of yullen or Arekan and I get to be lazier. All is well.

I hope the existence doesn't mind me using kallenda because I love it a lot.

[zackfairy]

Is he hungry

Allen is literally acting like a dog

> Kanda, a dog person:

[hanabimonai]

[Yullentide] All The Time

Happy New Year! Here’s the a sequel to my @dgmsecretsanta​ post! This fic is dedicated to Bani, AKA @theyullenator​. Belated Happy Birthday!

Title: All The Time

Summary: Sequel to The Truth of Sacrifice. After their scene in the square, but before their moment inside the hotel; Allen comes to terms with just how deeply he wishes for Kanda to explicitly reciprocate his feelings— while they still have the time left.)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1810

All The Time

Allen, Kanda, and Johnny have managed to secure a compartment on their current train… but the only available ones were in first class. Once the conductor arrives, they’ll be paying to have it to themselves. Full price. Allen reasons with himself that they’ve been travelling for a solid day and a half now after only a day’s stay in one place, and there’s no way to avoid it: they need the privacy (not to mention a comfortable place to sleep for once) while discussing their next moves. How he longs for the days he could simply flash the Order insignia and acquire this level of comfort at no charge! Yet the Black Order won’t have him back again. Not as an Exorcist anyhow. Perhaps as a prisoner, if he’s lucky.

“Allen, is there something on your mind?” Johnny asks thoughtfully, no doubt catching his rueful smile. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Oh no, nothing, thank you,” he smiles more genially as Kanda stares silently. He appears displeased about something. Not an unusual expression for the guy exactly, but still unnerving somehow. Might as well give him something to actually look that way about; “My mind right now is as blank as Kanda’s is always.”

“Tch,”

So he’s elected to take the high road? Well it’s early yet.

“Let’s just make the most of this, shall we? After tickets are sorted I expect the refreshments trolley should stop here first."

Does Kanda think Allen doesn’t notice him ever-so-subtly rolling his eyes just because he’s facing the window now?

“Allen,” Johnny’s head droops, penitent; “I’m so sorry all my cash got stolen, and I haven’t had the chance to replace those funds yet.”

“You can thank Apocryphos for that,” Allen qualifies, grim. “Luckily it seems we've given him the slip for now. Crown Clown hasn’t resonated for quite some time.”

“But still, I came here hoping to be of help to you— not a burden.”

Kanda’s lips purse tightly, and Allen notes to himself that he must stop allowing his attention to stray to the handsome Exorcist near the window.

Oh hell he’s probably thinking the same thing I am—

That day. The day Allen became a Noah— again— and nearly killed Johnny. If Kanda hadn’t been there… And yet here Johnny is, apologizing as if none of it ever happened.

“You’re not a burden Johnny! Never. On the contrary, you’ve helped me a lot already. When you recognized that day that I hadn’t given up yet, you encouraged me further to strengthen my resolve. That golem of yours that isn’t connected to the Order has come in handy as well.” The golem in question puffs up and flaps about with pride. “Also, a… little bird tells me you stayed by my side the entire time I was out that day…���

A satisfactorily mushy smile spreads on Johnny Gill’s face, accompanied by a sharp look from a certain window-dwelling ‘little bird’ nearby. Allen sends a little wink when Johnny isn’t looking. He should really stop taunting Kanda so, but he can’t help himself.

Thanks to these two, Allen feels freer than he has in a while. Thanks to Kanda in particular, he now has a purpose— other than to fight off the damn Noah inside of him. For better or worse he needed something outside of himself to work on, and reviving Timcanpy is only possible now because Kanda saved those fragments. So while his worries haven’t gone, somehow they’ve become a lot more manageable.

There’s a brief knock at the compartment door before it opens. The golem dives into Johnny’s ponytail to hide, and Allen almost laughs.

“Tickets please!”

Right. First Class. Full fare. No excuses. No way out of this.

“Yes I suppose I’ll be taking care of the fee,” Allen starts—

“Excuse me sir,” the conductor begins, addressing the window.

“Are you… from the Black Order?”

Kanda shifts around to face the other three, having turned his back earlier. The bottom drops out of Allen’s stomach, he’s so shocked and afraid. What if this man reports us?

“What?” Kanda begins, startled.

“Sir, you’re an Exorcist aren’t you? I don’t know what happened to the emblem of the Black Order you should be wearing, and I daresay it’s not my place to ask such things, nevertheless I’d recognize that uniform anywhere, as well as the fine people who wear it,” one of the man’s eyes grows shiny. The other appears to be made of glass.

"Look,” Kanda begins suddenly, his posture tense. “We’re… on very secret business here.”

What is he trying to do?

“Oh my!”

“I am… under orders to escort these two. I have to keep them safe but we can’t trust anyone until we set foot at a safehouse. We can’t risk being identified by anyone. Our names, our descriptions, the fact we were here is all… strictly confidential.”

“Goodness!”

Goodness indeed. Even Kanda pulls out surprises from time to time. Might as well play my role then. Good thing my arm is covered! “Yes, please don’t repeat any of this to anyone? We’re prepared to reimburse you for your troubles of co—”

“Nonono, not a word more,” the conductor glances at a petrified Johnny. “I fear I’ve given you quite a fright! Black Order Exorcists saved my entire village when I was but a child; a debt I could never hope to repay. Your headquarters pays a set hire fee to have all its Exorcists and officials travel with us at no further charge. And comfortably I might add. I require no remuneration for such a trifling request. I beg your pardon, but I’ll have to refuse. Yet rest assured, I will not utter a word about this to a single soul!”

“Th-thank you!” Johnny stutters out, heavily moved.

“May God bless and protect you all.”

“Bless… you, sir,” Allen barely manages, too shaken to compose further words. But what good are blessings from the condemned?

“You’re an honourable man,” Kanda comments quietly.

The conductor sighs and wipes a tear from his eye as he exits. The door squeaks shut behind him and Allen lets out a very shaky breath.

Before he knows it, Kanda is turning to confront him. And off goes his heart rate again. “What?”

“I know you’re feeling guilty. Don’t.”

“What difference does it make if I am?” Allen retorts, defiant as that pair of deep blue eyes bores into him. Goddamnit, how can he be so vexing? As long as they’ve known each other, the mystery has only deepened.

“Don’t forget you’re an Exorcist, Beansprout. He’s grateful to you too.”

“He’s right, Allen.”

All he can do at this point is cover his emotional face with both gloved hands. Allen can’t deny that he is what they call an “Exorcist,” but right now Kanda seems to be the true exorciser of demons.

“Who can’t lie now, Beansprout?”

There is absolutely no reason that should make him feel better. Yet unexpectedly, Allen feels a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

—

Light refreshments have been served, and the three are ready to discuss their plans to find general Cross and save Timcanpy.

“So from what you told me—“ Johnny begins.

“Sssh! Someone’s there.” Kanda shushes him, darting up. He quickly opens the door, and Allen hears a small shriek.

“I-I’m s-s-so sorry, sir. I-I happened to notice you dropped something earlier!”

It’s a young woman, who happens to be very breathless and very red-faced. Whether it’s Kanda’s intimidating nature or his stunning looks that have the poor girl flustered is anyone’s guess. Actually, probably both. With many people, Allen figures, it’s got to be both.

“Here!” She hands it to him and hastens away, before he can reply.

Allen has one eyebrow raised as Kanda holds up a small, golden, and strangely familiar mechanical… beetle?

“What is this?” Kanda immediately questions Johnny where he sits across from Allen.

“Ah, that’s mine!” Johnny pipes up, swiping it out of Kanda’s hand immediately and rushing to the door with his bag. “The Order First Science Division analyzed these barrier-making insects a while ago. We determined there’s no dark matter or any kind of Noah magic in them whatsoever. In fact it’s probable the Noahs didn’t even create them. I thought we could use a few to stop anyone from coming in here, but then one went missing so I was short—”

Having no idea what he’s talking about, Allen and Kanda can only stare as Johnny busies himself with attaching a small array of the things to the hallway wall outside their compartment. And now Allen feels Kanda’s eyes on him. Damn his heart.

“What is it, Kanda?”

“Nothing.”

The hell it is. Since Mater there’s been an unbearable tension between the two of them. Since their time on the Ark, Allen’s known exactly what it was. Is. But will Kanda ever figure it out? Not bloody likely.

Allen stands up. “I think I need some water.”

He feels a hand on his left arm.

“Wait. Here, just have this…” Kanda produces a Black Order-issued metal flask. “Let him finish whatever he’s doing out there.”

First his coat and now this. Allen stares, vaguely aware his mouth has dropped open in his awe. These are arguably very minor gestures, the both of them, but coming from Kanda they speak volumes. Along with those comes his recent ease of contact as well.

He sure didn’t hesitate to put his arm around Allen’s waist to get to a pocket the other day, while Allen pretended not to be having a heart attack. Prior to the past few days, the only times he received such intimate contact from the guy was back when they used to spar. (Of course Allen was the one to initiate that pattern, but still…) In all the time they’ve spent together, they’ve never touched so casually as this!

He takes the shiny, polished container and raises it to his mouth with all the nonchalance he can muster, his right hand shaking a little, and his left arm still tingling. Has Kanda ever even let anyone else’s lips touch this bottle?

As he takes a very long sip, Allen gives in to a fantasy of their lips meeting with no steel-and-leather intermediary in between. How freeing it would be to not have to worry about Noahs, the Order’s judgments, or untimely deaths for as long as their lips can be joined?

Yet with all these subtle signs notwithstanding, is Kanda truly ready? Assuming he feels the same way, is he even capable of accepting those feelings? In an ideal world with their whole lives ahead of them, Allen would be content to wait forever to find out. Yet in the cruel reality of this world in which they live, it seems impossible they could have that kind of time.

[hanabimonai]

[DGM Secret Santa] The Truth of Sacrifice

Happy Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone,

This post is a @dgmsecretsanta prompt and gift for @thegoodstuffsonhaitus, who requested "a darker theme and or angst" for Kanda and Allen. I hope I’ve done your request some justice!

Title: The Truth of Sacrifice

Summary: Post ch 220. Kanda doesn't know how to tell Allen about what happened to Timcanpy, but it has to come out eventually. (Note that mercifully, Allen has been spared the knowledge that Mana is the Earl for now! Also, this story will probably become very AU next month, haha.)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 2020

The Truth of Sacrifice

Stepping out of their cramped carriage after a long journey evading the Order, Allen Walker stretches and yawns in the dark evening gloom. Johnny Gill begins to pull on a piece of luggage for a moment before the Beansprout notices and aids him, swiftly yanking all their bags free with a bit more force than necessary. It must be due to the late hour, but there is not a single soul present in the cobblestoned square where they stand.

"Which way were we supposed to go again?" Beansprout asks as Johnny does a last check for forgotten items.

"That nice lady mentioned there was a decent— and affordable— place to the north of here, but she didn't remember the name. Maybe there's somebody around up the road that we can ask for directions?"

With the unexpected fighting assistance of Lvellie's lapdog and some admittedly clever misdirection by General Tiedoll, the three of them were able to escape both the Noahs' and the Order's grasp. After the Fourteenth is dealt with, Kanda will have to return to the Black Order, but for the time being he remains free as well. Perhaps as an unexpected side effect of agreeing to devote himself to the Order by becoming a General, the painful throbbing in his left arm even appears to have ceased. Most importantly, Allen Walker and Johnny Gill are safe. But there's one more being Kanda can't say the same for. He puts a hand to the small bulge at his breast pocket.

"Right. Pick a direction Johnny. You can decide." In an undertone, Beansprout adds: "I swear, whenever Tim turns up I'll get her to play back every second of whatever she's been up to."

"Oh Timcanpy will be back eventually. Nothing we can do but wait, I guess!" Gill shrugs, and begins surveying the routes they can take.

The difference is slight, but in some ways the Beansprout hasn't been the same since this latest encounter with the Earl of the Millennium. He's tense, impatient, even a bit moody. His smiles come off a little strained recently. It could be Kanda's imagination but it seems like he isn't making as much eye contact as usual either. Then again, Kanda wonders, is this truly about a close shave with the Millennium Earl? Maybe somehow, deep down, he senses it. He could know how that thing— that Innocence— destroyed Timcanpy.

He could know how Kanda failed to stop it.

"Right, right, I know," Beansprout smiles what should be a genuinely sweet smile. "So which way should we go? If you leave it up to me, I'm sure I'll somehow lead us back to the last cell of Finders the Order left behind. Of course I doubt Kanda has a clue either."

"I heard that."

"I know."

Kanda didn't fully appreciate how much the Beansprout had come to rely on the golden golem, and apparently neither did he.

—

Gill is wiped, passed out in a warm bed for the night, where nothing can disturb him. Beansprout is in bed with his eyes closed, but clearly not asleep. He lies in a stiff posture and his breathing is irregular, as if tortured. As Kanda watches it slowly dawns on him that he may be fighting tears. Kanda brings a hand to his face where he sits up in his own bed, rubbing his eyes as an unexplained rush of anger passes over before leaving him be.

When he draws his hand away he finds Allen Walker staring at him. "I trust you won't try to kill me if I just take a walk around the building?"

"No." The Beansprout shifts up and begins to slip out of his covers as Kanda continues: "I'll… come with you."

—

After a few steps outside, Beansprout turns back. "It's freezing— I need my jacket."

Kanda swiftly shrugs out of his already-open overcoat; "Just take this."

"You're not serious."

Kanda's lip curls somewhat, in irritation. He throws the garment at him. Hard.

"Okay, okay, whatever," he rambles, eyeing it a moment before finally slipping it on. "Trust Kanda to somehow turn being nice into being a jerk."

"Tch."

"But… it's warm," Beansprout stammers. "Thanks."

—

They slowly circle the Inn in silence, but the Beansprout is not yet interested in heading inside. He keeps walking, taking a quick side glance back at Kanda as he hastens past the building entry, the overcoat billowing at his ankles. "I'm going into the square."

There's less light in this open area, but there are benches around to sit on and Beansprout chooses one. He fruitlessly pulls the overcoat's sleeves up, only to watch them slide halfway over his hands again, at which he sighs.

“You're hiding something, aren’t you."

"What?"

"Your face, Kanda. You don't realize how expressive it is? You couldn't tell a lie to save your life."

"I'm not interested in being a liar." Or saving my life. "That's more your kind of thing isn't it?"

"Nice try. Of course I'd notice you know something with that guilty face of yours. So spill it."

Shit shit shit. Timcanpy. Beansprout knows. About Timcanpy—

Kanda's mind jams up with thoughts of what went on so early that same day.

"You fought Apocryphos?" Beansprout looks confused, perhaps wondering why the thing went after Kanda at all.

"Yes, whatever it's called. It was Innocence. I told you that already."

"Did he say anything about me?"

"N—" Kanda begins to answer in the negative, then remembers there was a lot of talk he couldn't quite hear while Innocence was piercing his head. "I don't know."

For some reason, that thing sure had a lot to say to that golem.

"So he did then."

"I didn't say that. I said I don't know."

"So he was talking to himself?"

Fuck.

"No… to Timcanpy," he concedes, dropping onto the bench next to the Beansprout in defeat.

The growing comprehension on Beansprout's face now is every bit as excruciating to watch as he feared it would be. The only way it could be worse would be for Kanda to be Allen Walker right now.

"Kanda. Tell me what happened. All of it."

—

He relayed every detail he could recall, right up to the point when he pulled that strange wooden chip out of Timcanpy's charred and splintered body. At that point Beansprout sat up straight and looked his most stricken. To think Kanda started off that day telling the golem her "suspicion" of him was mutual— that he couldn't be sure whether she truly served an Exorcist or a Noah— before she went on to distract Apocryphos repeatedly so he could have the faintest hope of standing a chance against it. But then again, you can't fight Innocence with Innocence, really. You can harm the Accommodator, but this… Apocryphos has none. Kanda is only alive now because that thing wants him to be.

Evidently Beansprout knew about Timcanpy having a weakness. He sobs openly now, tears streaming down his face and into the coat. Eyebrows knit in annoyance, Kanda reaches his left arm around to the waist pocket on Beansprout's other side and tugs out a handkerchief, which he wordlessly offers his fellow Exorcist.

Somehow in the wake of that gesture, Beansprout regains some of his composure. He dabs at his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Thank you, Kanda."

"For what?"

"Apocryphos attacked Tim when I wasn't around to do anything about it. Even though his real target is me. At least you tried to stop him." Beansprout wipes at his eyes again. "I know very well how strong he is. Even two Noahs were no real match. What you did means a lot."

"Two Noahs…?!"

"Right. I suppose it's only fair I share what I know…"

"Damn right it is. But not now. Later."

"Okay."

"I—" There's a lot Kanda's been wanting to say to Allen Walker, and none of it has to do with sacrifices being necessary. Words have continued to elude him until now, and that difficulty shows no signs of letting up. He puts his right hand to the small swell in the zippered pocket below where his heart should be for a moment, before letting it fall. Suddenly he feels another hand there. He freezes in place— insides squirming. When was it he last felt butterflies?

"This pocket. Ever since our escape, I've kept seeing you touch it, off and on. Is this—?"

"Yes, it's—"

"All the pieces you could find?" he cuts in, eager.

"Yes."

"Then," he smiles just a little, "There's a chance Timcanpy can be saved!"

Kanda cocks his head to the side. How?

"We're going to find my Master— Again." The Beansprout grimaces at the thought even as he finds his resolve.

Somehow, Kanda feels lighter now. Once again, just like before, it's starting to become easier to breathe.

—

Several nights have passed, and the three have travelled quite a ways. The Beansprout's vigor has replenished to an impressive extent. Picking up on that energy, Johnny Gill is back to his usual level of cheer as well, heading off for a bath ahead of the others this particular evening. Kanda is about to follow, when Beansprout grabs his wrist to stop him.

Over the past week or so, they've managed to talk a lot. Kanda and Johnny are fully aware about the earlier fight with Apocryphos now, Beansprout knows Link survived, and the three of them are unified in their resolve to find General Cross and save Timcanpy. Kanda still hasn't quite conveyed any of what he wanted to say yet, but it's become increasingly clear that Beansprout has an inkling he wants to say it. Does he intend to force the words out of him?

"What is it, Beansprout?"

"Kanda, I um…" His face is ridiculously red. "Wanted to check something."

"Yeah?"

"If you're going to stay with me like this, then there's no way around it. There's something I can't stop thinking about lately and I kind of need to um… find out… about it."

None of this makes any kind of sense, so Kanda just keeps staring. Since Beansprout's hand still hasn't left his arm, he feels his face heating up as well. Yet he doesn’t feel like moving even as he’s released. The Beansprout steps nearer for some reason, staring right back into Kanda's eyes.

All at once his pulse is up and it's gotten harder to breathe again, though not in an entirely unpleasant way. He locks up as Beansprout swings in, touching their lips together in a brief kiss— long as one slow blink that knits white eyelashes— before drawing away and hanging back to watch Kanda's response.

"What—?" Kanda asks breathlessly, wide-eyed and unsure what to make of how energized he feels all of a sudden.

"I thought so," the Beansprout laughs voicelessly, equally breathless, with a tear in his eye and a big silly grin on his face.

"Oi, what are you playing at?" He’s never been both so exhilarated and afraid.

"Oh I don't know," he lies like the liar he is. "Here, let me try that again."

This time Kanda can't help closing his eyes when their lips make contact. The embrace is longer this time and the kisses are serial. Almost instantly, Kanda returns each kiss while running fingers down Beansprout's back and onto his hips. He feels hands on his own body too, sweeping down his sides and up his front; one hard and rough through the thin shirt he has on, the other softer.

Kanda isn't aware how much longer they continue in this way, before immediately pulling apart as Johnny returns to warn them their bath water is going to get cold. Who knows how long they could have gone on without any interruption…

One thing Kanda knows now is that part of what he wanted to say to Allen Walker, it turns out, was something he was able to express without words. He only hopes that along with having a proper chat about the rest of it at some point, he can expect to express exactly this again and again.

———

<<< click here for sequel, All The Time >>>

[hanabimonai]

Kanda and Allen fighting a horde of akuma under the red moon tonight... (ﾉ◕ ヮㄘ)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~

[hanabimonai]

trick ~ or ~ treat ~~

The duo continue their door-answering act as their sixth and final guest arrives. It’s gotten late and the trick-or-treating should be wrapping up just about now, he thinks. Time to get the Beansprout out of that abominable getup of his…

“I think we took a bit of a while to get to the door this time. Do you think you could forgive us?” It’s hard to see under the costume, but Kanda believes he’s perceived a slight nod. “Thanks so much, you’re too kind!”

“Here, might as well make it worth your while.” Kanda upends the bowl to dump the rest of its candy into their guest’s now very full goody bag.

Allen blanches even as he waves goodbye.

“You’ve become so generous, Kandy. But what if someone else arrives? And what about us?”

"Nobody else is going to drop in after this time of night. Just pick up some more for yourself tomorrow.”

Allen still pouts a little. “There’s little point answering the door now, even if someone does arrive…”

“Exactly. We have better things to do anyway, Beansprout,” Kanda hints, removing the false teeth.

"Yeah? Like what?” He asks, smirking like he knows damn well.

Kanda establishes eye contact, and takes Allen’s wrist. “First would be getting these costumes off…”

“Alright. Then what?” Allen’s hand slips easily into Kanda’s.

"What do you think?” Kanda snarks, slipping his other hand onto his partner’s hip.

"I think that even though I’m congested and miserable, you’ve given away all my candy… and you need to make it up to me.”

“I can help with… two… out of the three of those, right now.”

“Well then. If you please,” Allen smiles, and Kanda yanks on his arm so they’re heading for the stairs… in a bit of a hurry.

[hanabimonai]

トリックオアトリート！！

“Answer. The door. Kanda.”

There’s been a scuffle of sorts; little more than pulling at each other’s clothes. They may have just been fighting, but Allen can’t help thinking to himself Kanda makes an even more intriguing vampire than expected, with the black cape half falling off, and part of his chest bare.

“And don’t forget the—” He halts there, as Kanda voluntarily places some old plastic teeth in his mouth. His fangs.

Kanda sighs and opens the door as commanded, and Allen leaves a moment for his partner’s appearance to sink in before jumping in to join the party: “RAWR!”

Their visitors appear more amused than surprised by his werewolf fangs, ears, and makeup! What a shame. But it now occurs to Allen there’s something awfully familiar about these two young men’s appearance. He can’t quite put his finger on it though.

“I love the accent, by the way. Much more interesting than mine!”

“I’ll say,” Kanda quips, already getting irritated with the ill-fitting false teeth in his mouth.

“Yeah right Kanda. You love my accent.”

“No I don’t. Here,” Kanda shoves treats into their visitors’ bags rather quickly.

“Uh huh,” Allen’s eyelids lower knowingly.

“Don’t mind this idiot," Kanda adds before walking away.

"Thanks for stopping by— your costumes are so artistic!” Allen comments with a little bit of awe as they leave.

[hanabimonai]

Trick or Treat! 〜(￣▽￣〜)

Allen and Kanda started off trying to watch, then soon making fun of an old zombie flick, but that got old quickly. They don’t feel like re-watching any of the other films that are on, either. Allen tries draping himself over Kanda’s front in order to pin him down on his back, but something’s tickling his nose again, and…

“Achoo! Ahhh-choo~! Choo!” Allen sniffles miserably at the end of a long chain of sneezes. He gets up to find a tissue, hardly needing to look in order to know Kanda is smirking at him.

“Very smooth.”

“Shuddup, Wheezy,” Allen begins blowing his nose nearby.

“I told you not to—” He pauses at the sound of chimes at the front entry.

“The door! Come on, it’ll be better than that movie…”

Somehow, Allen drags Kanda over to the door and opens it. (He snorts to himself a little when Kanda wheezes, and nearly coughs again due to the cold.)

"Wow! A+ costume!”

“Somehow, this one looks like another you, Beansprout. Couldn’t be nearly as annoying, though.”

"Have some candy,” Allen gestures toward his companion, who is nearest the bowl of treats. He nudges him: “Kandy? Er— I mean Kanda!”

Kanda glares icily at him while dropping a generous amount of treats in their visitor’s bag. “I dare you to call me that again.”

"What, Kandy? Okay, will do!” Allen offers brightly, waving as their latest trick-or-treater departs.

Allen shuts the door, and they’re back to wondering what on earth to do with themselves now…

"Oh, I know!” Allen cries with glee.

Kanda is immediately apprehensive. “No.”

“You don’t even know what it is yet…”

[hanabimonai]

Trick or Treat! /)v(\

Kanda coughs a little on the way to the door, then clears his throat. “Stupid Beansprout, off blowing his nose…”

A gust of chilly air enters as he opens the door. It makes him cough again. But another one is here, of course.

“…” Kanda just stares at the kid for a moment. She stares back. Expectantly. That neatly-trimmed fringe and long, thin ponytail; that smartly-cut, flowing uniform…

‘Not bad…’ he thinks to himself—

“Wha’s going on?” Allen’s still-congested voice reverberates from the bathroom.  “Something happen?”

“No,” Kanda answers sharply over his shoulder. He drops a generous handful of candy into their third visitor’s bag, adding “Go on, then,” before shutting the door.

“So? What kind of costume?” Allen sinks into the couch just as Kanda also returns. “Was it good?”

“Weren’t you going to find a movie or something like that?”

Allen grins as he picks up the remote. So you liked it!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Damn, I wish I could’ve seen…”

“You going to find that movie or should I?”

[hanabimonai]

~Trick or Treat~ ≖‿≖

“Wow, it’s a— And you even did the— how clever! Kanda, come see!”

"I’ll pass.”

“You’re missing out, Wheezy.”

“Stop. Calling. Me. That,” Kanda complains, coughing a little at the end.

“Anyway, have some candy— you’ve earned it!”

Allen sees their second visitor off with a smile and an enthusiastic wave, just like with the first. The cool air outside has left a tickle in his nose, but for now, he’ll fall back onto the couch with Kanda and they can see what’s on TV…