A/N: Hi, I'm just gonna post my Arekan/Yullen/whateveryoucallit drabbles and stuff here, if ya don't mind, so...

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Edge

Kanda runs a hand through his hair and takes a drag on his cigarette, the taste of ash on his tongue. He exhales in a puff of smoke. It's exactly three in the morning and Allen hates it when he smokes inside the apartment, but Kanda hates the feel of night air on his bare skin, cold, clean and fresh.

A broken dish sits just under the sink, evidence of their last fight. Allen had left in a flurry of white and grey and heat, cheeks bright red with fury and hands curled in tight fists. He had managed to slam the door hard enough to make it shake in its frame, the resounding bang! ringing in their ears. Kanda leans against the front door and remembers how pretty Allen had looked with his eyes all lit up like that. Like white-hot fire and cold steel. Kanda brings a hand up to his face and gingerly touches his swollen cheek. The stupid bean sprout never misses an opportunity to prove his strength to others.

A thin layer of smoke has settled around him and when he passes a hand through the fog, it catches on his arm before curling away. He slides down the door and stubs out his cigarette on the floor (another thing Allen couldn't stand about him). He hears muffled shouting and curses coming from somewhere below.

The neighbours have gotten used to their almost daily fights, brushing them off as just another lover's quarrel. Dumb neighbours. Kanda doesn't even know what to think anymore. He sees their relationship as him and Allen standing at the edge of a cliff, rough and a little bit dangerous, just how they like it. Maybe one day, someone will push a little too hard and they will both fall. Allen isn't afraid of heights, but Kanda is (although he'll never admit it).

He briefly wonders if it's too late, that he has already started to fall and fall and fall and he doesn't know how to stop. He remembers the hardness of Allen's gaze, the firm line of his mouth, and suddenly wishes he could fly.

Then he berates himself for being silly because Allen will come back, he has to. He always comes back.

And if only he had been born a bird, this never would have happened.