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| 2008-03-06 14:30 |
| [FIC] D.Gray-man |
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Title: N/A
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Pairing: Rinali/Allen
Rating: G
Word Count: 355 words
It takes Rinali a while to notice. Allen always moves as though he's not quite comfortable in his own skin, so if his murmured apologies after bumping into someone are more awkward than usual sometimes, well, that's just the way he is. The more time she spends around him, though, the more she begins to see a pattern--which touches make him jerk like he's been shocked, make him duck his head and blush in embarrassment. It occurs to her out of the blue one day, when she hasn't even been thinking about it. Allen hates it when people touch his arm.
At first she wonders if it's because the arm hurts him. But she dismisses that thought almost as soon as it comes, because she's seen him fight with it. So she gradually realizes that Allen shies away from even accidental contact with his arm because he's embarrassed by it. It's stupid and she wants to tell him that, but she knows he'll only tell her she's right and keep on doing it anyway. Instead she waits for an opportunity to present itself.
She finally gets her chance after a battle with a particularly persistent group of Akuma. Her side is killing her where one got in a lucky blow, so she takes a moment to slump against the wall and slide to the ground, resting. When she opens her eyes, Allen is all but hovering over her, wide-eyed concern plain on his face.
"Rinali? Are you all right?" He reaches down like he's maybe going to stroke her cheek, then seems to realize what hand he's reaching with and yanks it back. He's not fast enough, though. She catches it gently in her own hands, tugging it closer. The skin is hard and leathery under her fingers. Allen shivers when she traces the ridges of the cross embedded in his flesh, black-nailed fingers flexing convulsively. "A-ah, Rinali..." he stutters, confusion flickering over his features.
"I'm fine." She smiles, turning his hand and pressing her lips against his palm.
As he gapes at her wordlessly, she thinks that maybe she's gotten her point across.
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