Fic: Killer Looks

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Title:  "Killer Looks"

Pairing: hinted Allen/Kanda...although Lavi is also pretty much interested eh?

Rate: who knows? It's mostly innuendo, so...R -?

Warnings: none, it's an odd combination of seriousness and crack-material. 

Prompt:  "Kanda, your uniform looks like a dress"  

“Killer Looks”

Allen walked around a few paces, stretching his arms, flexing them, watching the lines of his new gloves. He even bent at the knees and then gave a small jump on his feet.

He nodded.

"The uniforms are great, as usual" -he mused, his eyes also taking into account the other exorcists in the room, who had also been given new uniforms.

Linali's jacket was elegant if still a bit on the military side. The white lacing topping of the skirt added a softer aspect to the girl's black ensemble.

Lavi grinned from his spot on a wide couch's arm.

"Mine looks classy eh? Gotta love our psycho scientists department! They don't always hit the jackpot, but I guess its not easy to have good taste in clothing when they've gotta give us something sturdy to dress in!"

Linali made the fake motion of smacking Lavi over his very read head, the meaning of the gesture rendered null by the small smile on her lips.

"Show some respect, Lavi! Niisan said Jhonny and the others worked hard in designing these for us!"

Unrepentant as usual, the green eyed teen only grinned wider.

"Speaking of the biggest psycho, I'm pretty sure Komui was trying to contact you since, like, say..." -Lavi shrugged- "two hours ago, maybe? I bumped into Reever when I was on my way here, and by his babbling I can only guess something went wrong again with one Komui's experiments"

Linali huffed, her high heels marking a beat as she exited the common room in a whirl.

"Niisan!"

Lavi and Allen shared a chuckle, almost feeling sorry on Komui's behalf. Girls were scary like that.

"Why did you wait until now to tell her?" -Allen asked, still twirling around and checking his new outfit.

Lavi's smirk was pure evil, and he was already leaning on the door's threshold, head sticking out.

"Whaaat? And miss the chance to see some Komui and Komurin bashing?! Nooooo waaaayyyy!"

Allen rolled his eyes, and with that motion caught sight of Kanda exiting one of the adjacent changing rooms that connected with the main piece they were occupying.

The japanese exorcist had been the last one to be called to try on his new uniform. A rather odd thing, Allen had thought, since the one who needed new clothing the most was Kanda himself. The guy always returned a horrible mess from each battle. How can someone destroy so many uniforms and still walk around in one unblemished piece, Allen usually asked himself. And just how one managed to burn away from gloves to shirts to pants so easily?

Kanda was finishing strapping Mugen to his waist -a feature of his appearance that would forever be unchangeable as long as he was concerned- and at finishing that last detail, his cool, gray eyes came up, only to meet the shocked stare of one Allen Walker.

Kanda's face gained his trademark scowl in a second.

"What, beansprout?"

Allen opened his mouth, but closed it again almost in the same instant. His eyes racked up and down Kanda's form again.

The japanese exorcist narrowed his eyes at the younger teen's continuous stare.

"You've gone mental at last, old man? The hell you're staring at?"

Allen let the familiar degrading nickname to go by unnoticed, his lips finally curving in a rueful smile. Of all the people in the Order, who had dared to dress the most stoic, bastard-ly exorcist in a freaking gown?

"Err, Kanda....your uniform looks like a dress"

To say that Kanda was stunned and angered by those words was the understatement of the year.

"What.did.you.say?" -he ground out through gritted teeth, one hand going for Mugen's hilt in a reflex move.

Allen's innocence hand came up to cover his mouth, unsuccessfully trying to silence his soft laugh.

"Losing your hearing? Who's in his old age now, hm?" -he managed to say through his mirth, eyes amused at the opportunity to have an upper hand when bickering with Kanda. The man was ruthless when it came to their verbal encounters, and Allen had forever vowed to himself that one day -someday- he would caught the Japanese exorcist by surprise and emerge victorious.

Kanda gave one threatening step forward, Mugen already unsheathed, but Allen continued to stifle soft chuckles.

"I said that your new uniform looks like a dress" -the white-haired boy repeated, obviously pleased to be able to laugh at the dark-haired one so openly. It wasn't Allen's fault, after all- "It reaches your calves, doesn't it? Like a girl! With the long hair and all!"

In a furious displacement of air and movement, Kanda was at Allen's face, Mugen at the younger teen's throat.

"The hell!" -the long-haired exorcist snarled- "Watch your mouth, beansprout, or I'll make you a favor and cut out your tongue"

Allen's Innocence hand came up to grip Kanda's wrist, the one pushing Mugen more forcefully against the tender skin of the white-haired boy's neck. The hand had extended into it's claw-like form, the sharp edges digging into fabric with enough pressure to make clean cuts.

But the black leather of Kanda's jacket sleeves and inner gloves didn't give in, the material resilient enough to sustain the sharp contact.

From his place at the threshold, Lavi watched the exchange with a perky grin, and he noticed how strong the fabric of Yuu's clothes was and how convenient it was for Allen's glove to adapt to his innocence's changes.

The red head whistled good-naturally, breaking the dark mood now gathering.

"Wheeeee! These are some pretty strong clothes after all! And don't need to act so grumpy, Yuu, I think you look pretty sexy in those! Do they come with fishnet tights, by the way?"

Kanda choked on a very creative insult, as he glided towards Lavi and slashed at him, small red hairs flickering in the air where Mugen almost caught with the red head.

Lavi wailed and flailed his arms haphazardly, running away and taking cover behind Allen.

"Allen started it! It was Allen!"

"Hey! I didn't say anything about tights!" -the other boy complained.

Lavi paused to blink at the shorter exorcist.

"But Yuu would look damn hot in them, ne? Have you seen Yuu's legs? They are, like, the bomb! Believe me, I have experience with the fair ladies, but Yuu's legs are the-!"

An airy, whizzing sound, and then the couch which Lavi and Allen had been standing in front of, fell in three clean-cut parts. The red and white head duck for cover, falling flat on their faces onto the cold harsh floor.

For his part, Kanda growled at them both, and then proceeded to stomp his way out of the room, since he never was one to stand stupidity for more than a couple of heartbeats.

"Ouch. Ouch ouch" -Allen sat up, his human hand cradling his sore nose. Behind him, Lavi let out a half chuckle, half cough, one of his hands rubbing the side of his face.

"You know, Allen, that was pretty mean coming from you" -the green eyed boy murmured after some seconds, his eye trained on the high inner roof.

Allen turned to the taller teen, mouth hanging open in surprise.

"From me?! You're the one who-!"

"What I mean to say is that your comment of Yuu's uniform was totally out of line. You didn't even stop to think why his fighting clothes are always so encasing? From neck to fingertips to toes?"

Allen faltered, not understanding Lavi's wild and dubious reasoning.

"It's 'cause Yuu is mostly a close-range fighter. He's no doubt the best sword wielder of the Order, but most of his attacks, he has to perform them at scarce inches from his opponents. Ya know, Akuma and Noah and the like? Of course Yuu has some kick-ass techniques that can be used from a distance, but those are reserved for some pretty fucked up scenarios. My innocence gives me ample space to attack and defend, and Linali's boots are close range too, but she can practically fly away through damn long distances. Your innocence, Allen, can be used both ways. If you transform it into a canon or any firing weapon, you get to blast akuma from meters away. But when you use it as a sword or as claws, have you not realized how easily is to get covered in wounds?"

The white-haired boy frowned, not fully accepting the words.

"Many exorcist fight at close range, Lavi. We all know when to step back to avoid counter-attacks. Why is that an excuse to-"

Lavi shook his head in negative.

"Allen, kiddo, keep in track here, with me, please. Maybe you step back when you see a 3 level Akuma lunge at you or shoot a blood bullet, but imagine that same scenario, this time with Yuu in it...."

Allen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The damn stubborn bastard refuses to step back or dodge every time"

Allen's heart beat at double tempo, remembering all those times, all those times that seemed Kanda Yuu was not going to survive a battle. But the japanese exorcist was always standing there at the end, covered in his own blood but with Mugen still in his grasp. Such stubborn man. Such prideful bastard. Such strong person. There was something of raw power and beauty painted on Kanda's face in each of those times.

Allen's eyes went back to Lavi, who resumed his mild scowl.

"That's Yuu for you, he thinks he's a damn cat or something. But anyway, my point here is this: don't mess around with people's uniforms, k? Especially not Yuu's uniform"

In the middle of his little fatherly speech, Lavi had stood up and brought Allen with him. The white-haired teen nodded hesitantly, feeling not a little awkward at being reprimanded by Lavi -incorrigible jester extraordinaire.

"O-okay"

Lavi shook his head as he pushed the other teen out of the room.

"Not okay, moyashi-kun. You go over there and apologize to Yuu properly"

Allen dug in his heels in complain.

"Ahh?! Why! You're the one who insulted him the most!"

"No no no. Yuu knows I was just kidding- well, no, I was not kidding, he's got great legs. But anyway, Yuu won't even remember what I said. The important thing here is what you said, moyashi-kun. He's gonna boil over it if you don't go talk to him. Blind, Allen, you're blind if you haven't realized your opinion matters to him"

"Eh? You thi-think so?" -nearly dumbfounded at all this information, Allen ended up doing as Lavi said: walking in the same direction where Kanda had disappeared.

"Positive" -Lavi called from his spot several steps behind the shorter teen- "And one more thing, Allen"

The white-haired exorcist looked back over his shoulder, listening carefully.

"When you're talking to Yuu, pay close attention to one more detail" -Allen nodded in all seriousness, but then Lavi's cool expression turned into a naughty one- "His rump, ya know, Yuu's ass looks damn great in those long folds of leather! Imagine how much better that posterior must look in those tight pants he's wearing underneath!"

Allen's face flushed dark red, as he did a good impersonation of Kanda, stomping away and muttering about stupid red heads.

***

Allen found Kanda on the west wing of the building, standing quietly next to a large window, gazing at apparently nothing.

The white-haired boy stopped for a minute, still hesitant about all this whole thing.

Was it really necessary to apologize? Lavi was only jerking him around, after all.

Or not?

And anyway, it's not like Kanda apologized every time he said something harsh. Which was almost every 10 minutes or so.

Well, Allen thought to himself, I've always prided myself to be the polite one of the lot.

At Allen's advance, Kanda turned slightly, to look at the newcomer. The way he rolled his eyes and his mouth thinned in annoyance was sign enough of how not welcomed Allen was.

But the younger teen had never let gestures like those stop him from interacting with Kanda. What's more, gestures like those attracted Allen, like a moth to a flame. Kanda made him angry, and made him mad, and damn the man also made him almost burst with pride and admiration every time he was acknowledged by those sharp eyes.

Allen had always liked challenges, and he had always liked puzzles too.

"Get out of my sight, idiot moyashi" -Kanda growled low, as he started to walk forward, clearly not wanting to remain in the same spot if Allen was going to be there.

Allen followed him, staying a couple of steps behind.

"You're looking upfront, so I'm not in your sight, Kanda" -the white-haired teen replied evenly, keeping his voice soft. He didn't want to start another fight after all.

Kanda muttered something close to 'smart ass' and did not stop.

Allen blinked, his attention suddenly riveted onto Kanda's walking form. More specifically, Kanda's backside.

Damn but Allen hated how Lavi was always right about everything.

"So you're just gonna follow me around, old man?" -Kanda spoke up from his advanced position, the corner of his left eye studying the teen behind him.

Allen's lips turned into a smirk on their own volition.

"Perhaps. The view of your uniform is not so bad from here"

Kanda's steps nearly faltered at the bold statement. This time he did turn both his eyes to look at Allen, his gaze hard and neutral for long, long seconds.

And then, slowly, the corner of Kanda's lips also curved in a knowing smirk.

"You should check the leather pants underneath"

Allen's eyes roamed the dancing hips again.

Damn but Allen loved how Lavi was always right about everything.

***

END.

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LOL!

More? As in, something naughty happening afterwards? X33 I bet Allen would have a hell of a time admiring those leather pants design, and who knows, maybe he'll attempt to confirm by touch just how buttery soft thar particular leather is....

XDD But I leave it to the readers' imagination! Thanks for the nice review.