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Kanda walked through the front door of his home feeling weighted down emotionally. He laid the car keys on the stand in the entryway, walked into the living room, and looked around at his surroundings.
It was a comfortable living room, which held a large, soft leather sofa and matching club chairs. A fireplace was built in the center of the wall, with bookcases on both sides, filled with literature that interested Tiedoll and Kanda.
Deep, rich mahogany accent furniture was scattered throughout the room, and lamps in an oriental style graced the deep mahogany end tables. A large bouquet of white, fresh-cut flowers spilled over the sides of an oriental vase that sat on a table by the window.
The wall color was a subdued beige that resembled the texture of suede. Tiedoll’s colorful, vibrant paintings added garnish to the room, creating an elegant but comfortable setting.
Kanda realized how much he had in his life. Not just this elegant home he lived in, but Tiedoll too. Tiedoll’s a kind soul, who took him in at his worst and gave him a life worth living. He didn’t have to come home to a father who was verbally abusive or threatened him with physical harm.
He never really thought about how other people lived, or what their home life might be like, that was until today when he saw Allen’s bruises. Allen Walker was the annoying kid who wore that fake smile that irritated the hell out of him, but at the same time—he was attracted to it.
Tiedoll walked into the living room to greet his son and stopped when he saw the expression on his son’s face. Kanda looked over into kind, warm eyes that looked back at him with love shining in them—for him. A lump formed in his throat and his face showed a grave expression. Immediately, Tiedoll had known something was amiss by his son’s demeanor.
“Son, what’s happened,” he asked quietly.
Kanda wasn’t sure how to explain what he had seen just minutes ago, or how he felt about Allen. He had never felt this way about anyone, but he kept seeing those haunting, silvery eyes with tears that welled up in them—ashamed and embarrassed.
“Come into the kitchen son. I’ve made some tea for us, and you can talk to me about what has happened,” Tiedoll said his eyes full of concern.
He obeyed and followed his foster father into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Kanda may have had some anger issues in the past, and he could be mouthy once in a while to Tiedoll, but all-in-all he respected the man. He had learned the hard way not to hide stuff like this from him. His foster father brought the tea to the table and poured a cup for Kanda.
“Is it Alma again?” he asked, hoping not to have Kanda’s anger flare.
“No, not Alma,” Kanda said soberly as he thought about how he would tell Tiedoll what he saw.
Kanda took a sip of tea. “It’s Moyashi…. Cross has been….” Kanda paused not wanting to say the words, “…abusing him” he finally said his foster father’s eyes widened in shock.
“He has marks all across his shoulders and the base of his neck. It looks like he has tried to stand his ground, but Cross has put him in his place by intimating him,” he said, his anger started rising again. Tiedoll was quite taken aback, not just about the reported abuse, but by Kanda’s concern for Allen which made him happy, for his reasons, but was horrified that Cross abused the boy.
Something must have happened with the Noah’s to have Cross this wrathful and take it out on Allen. I’ll have to talk to Cross and put a stop to this, Tiedoll vowed after hearing the news about Allen. He already knew what he was going to do.
“This is very grave indeed my son. What do you want to do about the situation?” Tiedoll asked quietly, he wanted to see if his son would do something about it on his own to help Allen.
“I’m not sure… I don’t want to leave him alone over there, especially not knowing what Cross might do to him. He’s left alone a lot… but why the fuck should I care… he annoys the fuckin’ hell out of me, Tiedoll, and I don’t even like him….” Kanda said angrily, letting his voice trail away.
“I don’t want to suggest anything, nor do I want to tell you what to do, son, because I believe you already know what that is. I’m afraid this is going to pull you out of your comfort zone, but sometimes that can be a good thing, too. There are times we have to do what we feel is right, if only for the principle of the situation,” Tiedoll gently told his son.
“But whatever you do, I will talk with Cross Marian and put a stop to his abuse of Allen,” Tiedoll grounded out. The tone of voice his foster father used he hadn’t heard in years and Kanda rests assured his foster father would indeed talk to Cross.
Kanda stood up and walked over to the window. “What’s the fuck wrong with Cross? The kid’s only fifteen!” Kanda said, now furious.
“Shit… Tiedoll, what I want to do is make sure he’s alright. Allen was supposed to have dinner ready early for Cross. I bet he was to pick up something to fix for dinner,” Kanda said, half-talking to himself. Why am I even thinking about getting involved with this? The little shit can take care of himself—can’t he?
Well, eventually not. Those bruises were brutal as if beaten into him. The pain must have been excruciating having someone’s fingers dig deep into one’s tissue with such cruel intent. But what makes me want to help the brat out? He acts so…innocent…and full of compassion for other people. What is this fucker doing to me?
Kanda remembered the day he first saw Allen. He had never paid any attention to new students who came and went from school, but on that one January afternoon, after Christmas break this year, he had noticed this new student, Allen Walker.
It had nothing to do with the fight he and Alma had minutes before. Kanda had walked down that hallway a hundred times, but this time, even from a distance, he couldn’t help but see Allen’s shining white hair as the sunlight touched it—a damn British boy, talking with Lavi and Lenalee.
He saw his red tattoo-looking mark down the side of his face, and it didn’t take away from his alluring appearance. It was when Allen flashed that winning smile, and those large, bright silvery eyes glistened with wetness as he laughed at something one of his friends had said—his heart fluttered for Allen Walker.
Ever since that day, the kid had been a distraction to Kanda. That’s why he ended his relationship with Alma in February—because of Moyashi. Who would have never thought a fifteen-year-old boy would hold my interest this long? But that is the problem, right, he’s fifteen.
Allen acted and was more intelligent than his fifteen years, which honestly, no one knows for sure if he’s fifteen or sixteen. From what Tiedoll told him no one has his birth records and his parents never disclosed them when they left him off on the side of the road.
So who knows, maybe he’s sixteen already. Whether fifteen or sixteen he’s smokin’ hot, Kanda smiled, remembering how he had moved him with his music. Wow, I couldn’t imagine what kind of sex we’d have. Shit, I need to snap out of this!
“Tiedoll, do you mind if we don’t have dinner out tonight, and could I use the car?” he asked, looking over at his foster father from the window. There was still a touch of concern that showed on Kanda’s face as he looked into Tiedoll’s warm eyes. Damn, Moyashi should have had a guardian like Tiedoll.
“Of course, son, go attend to what you need to. I’ll be here for the night. Please call me if anything happens, okay?” Tiedoll said. He was proud of his son for doing what was best for this situation. He’d be there for Allen.
To Be Continued