The Incident

Kanda had not spoken a single word to Lucinda since the incident. For her, it had caused great embarrassment and unwanted attention. For him, it was a devastating blow to his entire being. And it was because of the incident that the entire branch of The Black Order was in conflict.

There was the side supporting the two of them, insisting that they loathed each other and that any questioning about the matter was violating their rights.
Then there was Komui and the majority of the organisation who made plots and calculations just to prove that they were recklessly in love.

The nature of the incident was of course, although questionably, a kiss. Lucinda had hurtled down four flights of stairs searching for the katana wielding Exorcist, and her search proved successful as she slammed into him as he was ordering soba from Jerry. The unfortunate location was the dining hall in full witness of at least ninety percent of The Order. The truth that no one believed was that she was furious that her bottle of novelty shampoo, a gift from Lavi, was completely empty. As she landed on him, she got a good whiff of honey and almond from his remarkably glossy hair, confirming her suspicions.

"Let me get this straight," Komui said, whilst wildly scrawling diagrams on the board. Kanda, to whom the speech was directed, sat quietly, a nerve ticking in his jaw. "You'd rather everyone believed you stole her girly shampoo than that you're in love with her?" A scrawl or two stick people, a crossed out heart and arrows pointing all over illustrated his confusion.
Kanda sighed, practically growling. He felt insulted that people could believe either story – though he had stolen her shampoo… He couldn't stand the idea that people actually thought he had a soft spot and felt the need to be harsh to everyone more strongly than usual, galvanizing himself in an extra coat of coldness. He had to prove that he was incapable of feeling – this characteristic was something intrinsic to him – it was his entire character and he would defend it.

"Tell me," Lavi demanded. "What is it about Yuu that sets your heart on fire?" he asked dramatically. The redhead found the whole situation extremely entertaining. Lucinda's temper was as quick to light as Kanda's, so teasing could be dangerous, but it was obvious to him that she felt something for him.
"Lavi. Shut. Up," was her monotonous reply.
He pouted, disappointed by her reaction.
"Do you know how annoying it is to be constantly paired up with him now? I mean, he was bad enough to travel with before." She'd had enough silent train rides to last a lifetime. They would sit either end of the cabin, legs crossed, arms folded, If ever their eyes met, it would be shortly followed by a grimace or a sound or disgust or distaste. Of course, when he wasn't around, it was too easy to imagine their next encounter. He would take her hand, press it to his lips, murmuring apologies or whisk her off, up to the highest tower where they could watch the sun sink below the horizon, content with the other's touch. The fact she could think that was disturbed her – he'd never be like that, and the notion that he was in her imagination… well…
"Lucinda! Stop daydreaming," Lavi clicked his fingers in front of her face. "Yuu's coming!"
That jarred her from her thoughts.
"Lavi. Tell her Komui wants to meet us in his office. Now," he ordered before marching off.
Lavi looked over at her sympathetically, "He says you have a meeting."
She rolled her eyes, scraping her chair back as she stood to follow Kanda.

"Your mission:" Komui announced, with a cat-like grin, "is to simply take the train to Paris! You'll need to make a change at the second stop! A Finder will take you to the station!"
His enthusiasm hurt Kanda's ears.
"But what do we have to do when-" Lucinda began.
"Just GO! NOW!" the director ordered.

As usual, the two Exorcists sat as far away from each other – a difficult task in such a small boat – glaring in opposite directions. The Finder sat opposite, nervously, rowing them out to the station.

On the train, Lucinda raced down the carriage in front of him, determined to get the window seat. It was much more interesting staring out of the window than staring into the back of the door. When he realised her plan, he caught up and as they reached the door, they fought to get in first. Kanda glared as she slipped in front, taking the seat. As usual, they didn't speak and tried not to even glance at the other. When they arrived at the second stop, Lucinda spotted the train to Paris a few platforms away and began walking towards it. Suddenly, she found herself being tugged in a different direction, onto a different platform, onto a different train.
"But this is the train to Germany!" she protested – immediately clapping a hand over her mouth. She had broken their silence. He released the grip on her arm and looked at her.
"I know," he said calmly and dragged her into a cabin, shutting the door behind them. "They are obviously spying on us."

The train started, its regular 'chugs' rising in a crescendo.
"They'll lose us now."
"But why-"
But the rest of her sentence was silenced as he slammed his lips into hers, enjoying her surprise. She found herself pressed against the door, trapped in his rough, bruising kisses as pleasure rippled through her body, escaping her lips in longing gasps. She dragged her fingers through his hair, tugging it loose and causing an explosion of fine dark silk. She couldn't contain her snigger as the faint scent of her shampoo was released with it.
"Well," she thought to herself. It wasn't as if Kanda had much to say. It made sense that'd he'd be the physical type… and all because of a kiss.


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