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A moment from my fanfiction, Fate and Innocence, which in actuality has been destroyed and no one will ever see it again.

...so enjoy this snippet!

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Allen was in a bad mood. She had been all day, actually, and the constant mental strain(and fainting like a love struck girl) had taken a toll on her. So her temper was high, and her patience was thin. Beating up on the poor finder that had bad mouthed Lenalee (and herself, on another less important note) had leveled off some of the stress. All of her previous vows about not losing her temper had vanished when Lenalee had told her of the cold, scathing words of the Finder.

She remembered how Lenalee's eyes had become hollow as she reluctantly told Allen of the conversation she had overheard. In response, Allen had given her an abbreviated version of the happening with Lavi. But then, a new concern had been brought to mind.

What to do with Kanda.....

So Allen now found herself standing behind the frozen samurai, cracking her knuckles ominously, her gloves once again discarded. She figured it didn't matter, as it was her Innocence, and it was just Kanda.

"Oh Ka-a-a-anda-a-a-a!" she sang out menacingly, her voice lilting as her mask slipped slightly.

Kanda fingered his Mugen lightly, his shoulders going down forcibly. "Che, what do you want, Moyashi?" he sneered out, not looking at the white haired exorcist.

Allen glared. "What the hell is up with that, asshole?" she screeched at him, her face red with embarrassment. "'M not short, dammit, and I am certainly not a freaking bean sprout! You're older than me, Kanda, where is the maturity?"

Kanda turned around, his eyes narrowed. "Urusai, Moyashi, you're annoying." He vaguely noticed the bean sprout's disheveled appearance, as her snowy hair was sticking up in random directions and her clothes were crumpled.

Allen's eyebrow twitched, and that was how Kanda ended up with a bowl of steaming hot stew dumped over his head. She sprinted away, laughing manically as the stares followed her.

Description
A moment from my fanfiction, Fate and Innocence, which in actuality has been destroyed and no one will ever see it again.

...so enjoy this snippet!

......................................................................

Allen was in a bad mood. She had been all day, actually, and the constant mental strain(and fainting like a love struck girl) had taken a toll on her. So her temper was high, and her patience was thin. Beating up on the poor finder that had bad mouthed Lenalee (and herself, on another less important note) had leveled off some of the stress. All of her previous vows about not losing her temper had vanished when Lenalee had told her of the cold, scathing words of the Finder.

She remembered how Lenalee's eyes had become hollow as she reluctantly told Allen of the conversation she had overheard. In response, Allen had given her an abbreviated version of the happening with Lavi. But then, a new concern had been brought to mind.

What to do with Kanda.....

So Allen now found herself standing behind the frozen samurai, cracking her knuckles ominously, her gloves once again discarded. She figured it didn't matter, as it was her Innocence, and it was just Kanda.

"Oh Ka-a-a-anda-a-a-a!" she sang out menacingly, her voice lilting as her mask slipped slightly.

Kanda fingered his Mugen lightly, his shoulders going down forcibly. "Che, what do you want, Moyashi?" he sneered out, not looking at the white haired exorcist.

Allen glared. "What the hell is up with that, asshole?" she screeched at him, her face red with embarrassment. "'M not short, dammit, and I am certainly not a freaking bean sprout! You're older than me, Kanda, where is the maturity?"

Kanda turned around, his eyes narrowed. "Urusai, Moyashi, you're annoying." He vaguely noticed the bean sprout's disheveled appearance, as her snowy hair was sticking up in random directions and her clothes were crumpled.

Allen's eyebrow twitched, and that was how Kanda ended up with a bowl of steaming hot stew dumped over his head. She sprinted away, laughing manically as the stares followed her.