World is Mine- These guys do just about everything, just because they can. It's not like they had anything else better to do. ::: Part of my Collection series, this here is a collection of stories in an AU modern-day setting.
First story up: Wrong House (I will change it once I think of something cooler).
This house was all wrong for them.
Most definitely. Because for starters, it wasn't a house to begin with. It wasn't an apartment, townhome, or condo either. At least, not legitimately. It was a loft - a converted firehouse loft. Which wasn't a bad thing in a way; a living arrangement that came with the luxury of multiple bathrooms but not the sufferings of mortgages. Still, it just made things simpler to refer to it as "house".
Except this firehouse was nothing like Kanda's previous "houses" that he used to live in.
Kanda was used to small, solitary confinements of studio apartments, where he was a lone wolf in his very own cave and where the sun dared not shine and bring jolly-good light.
Hmmm, maybe Kanda was more like a vampire who hides in coffins.
And taking a first glance from the outside, you could see the remnants of what used to be the so-called firehouse. The renovations did the stunningly strange job of masquerading the firehouse with white painted over exposed brick and black painted over the two garages and over some box-like elevated surfaces along with pink-
Pink. The house was bloody pink. Actually it was more like a fuchsia mixed with a magenta...
Why the hell was he even thinking about that?
The outlines of pink around the house suddenly made it look all offensively colorful. Which was much like his soon-to-be roommate Lavi, who was all offensively stupid.
Ugh, Kanda should have known that moving in with someone else was a bad idea. Most of the people he had ever met were weirdos and Lavi was no exception. But the truth of the matter was that he needed a place to live and this freak (well they were "friends" not that he would admit it, even to himself) had told him he knew of the perfect place for the both of them to settle in.
"Trust me Yuu~ I know the perfect place! Already seen it, gotta say it's drop dead gorgeous!Anddd I got a deal on it, cause the landlady and I are tight like that."
Kanda regretted falling victim to stupid-rabbit persuasion.
Lavi told him that he could come over today to check out the place, so he traveled pretty much all across Montréal only to find out that he was locked out of the house and he still wasn't given a key. And for the life of him, the bastard wouldn't open the bloody door no matter how many times he bloody knocked.
Might as well call it bloody, his knuckles spoke the truth.
Thoroughly irritated, he sent a FTW to the house and flipped the middle finger to the idiot inside it, because now he had to break inside. His own goddamned house for fucks sake!
There was no use in trying the garage doors or the main door, so he tried going around to find any windows. There weren't any. Figures. The large windows all began on the second floor. What he did find though was that the roof of the firehouse had rails. It must've been a roof terrace or something. But, how was he supposed to reach the roof when the building was three stories high?
That's easy. All Kanda needed to do was bring out his unknown ninja skills and stealthily poof himself up there and ignore the bitching and moaning from logic, reason, and the laws of physics. Because you know what Kanda had to say to them?
Fuck you, logic.
Got to hell, reason.
Suck my dick, laws of physics.
They don't got shit on Kanda and his ninja skills. Che.
Actually what had really happened was that he found a tree steadily growing on the left side of the house and it apparently had another deck which Kanda found unnecessarily ridiculous but felt grateful all the same. Climbed up, landed on the deck and found the glass sliding doors leading to the house's kitchen. They were also locked much to Kanda's disdain.
He would've cried if he wasn't such a manly person.
There was always the roof deck though, so all he had to do was climb up the wall to the roof which had a small portion that served as the terrace. Kanda promised himself to find some horrible way to torture the baka usagi when he found him for making him go through all this bullshit.
But he did look pretty ninja doing it. Skills.
Kanda spotted the door that would lead inside and to a future-dead roommate. He sent a prayer to any god or deity that was ballsy enough to listen, hoping that this door was unlocked. He turned the knob, it twisted all the way but seemed to be stuck. Kanda grit his teeth and began a tug-o-war match with the door.
After a couple of times of tugging and pushing and one embarrassing fall it finally relented and opened, letting him throw his legs in, sticking a perfect landing.
He wasted no time in beginning his hunt for that stupid rabbit (of a friend, shh). Even though it wasn't rabbit season and the fact that it was an unreasonable thing to do.
But remember, reason could go to hell, so down he went the black small spiraling staircase that led to the third floor.
The upper living area didn't have much, it was nice though. Plain walls and dark hardwood flooring. some skylights on one side of the area. There was nothing really up here; no furniture, no crap, no baka usagi.
(Oh where, oh where had the idiot gone. Oh where, oh where could he be?)
There were two spacious rooms, one of them being the master bedroom and there was a small office room. He only took quick glances because the idiot really wasn't up here. He was probably baka-ing downstairs or something. He passed by the small office and noticed something long, silver, and tempting.
A pole.
It must be the fire pole that firemen use to slide down whenever emergencies arose. He walked up to it and put his hand around the small guardrail that surrounded the shiny pole. He peered down and saw the next floor and a mat to land on.
Well, the baka usagi was probably down there and this was must faster than using the stairs...
He couldn't resist. Swoosh.
Kanda landed on his feet with a soft thump to the mat and let his eyes roam around the lower living room, looking to see where the hell the baka was and see why he didn't answer the door, but then he found something much worse.
The bastard was knocked out and collapsed on this curved dilapidated bench-looking couch. The back seemed like it was glued to a five inch thick of black painted wood. The seat itself was a deep maroon with gold line trimmings running across in neat little rows. There was also golden initials woven throughout the seat which was then Kanda realized that this moth-eaten couch was one of the thrown out booths of a restaurant that they both used the work at.
Did Lavi really take a thrown out booth? Unbelievable.
He glared at the idiot who was curled up with a wool woven, black and orange checkered blanket thrown over him. He had his ass pointed in the air and he was drooling onto the seat, face pressed into one of the corners of the booth. He couldn't believe that this idiot was asleep the whole fucking time! Doesn't Lavi have anything better to do? Well considering the fact that Lavi can't get a girl means that yes, he doesn't have anything better to do but sleep. What a loser.
Kanda shook his head and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that was the gasoline setting his burning soul into a blazing fury.
Pink.
Half of the walls around the room were white, some black and some were black with Victorian style print in that strange fuschia-magenta color. What in bloody pink hell is this shit?
Obviously his ignorant bastard of a "friend" suffered from color blindness because seriously, as Kanda looked around the room he saw that nothing matched.
The couch was red, the walls were pink, there was this strange oriental rug in royal blue that had many ornate designs in black with pale gold and white filigrees. Although the onyx marble flooring looked pretty cool some of them had sparkled granite infused within them. The few possibly taken sofa cushions were each a different shade of green. And Kanda wasn't even gonna bother with the curtains.
He glared down at one of the black marble tiles, the reflection didn't really show his face but it did show a white ball behind him... Kanda looked up at the ceiling and made a face when he saw a pale peach round Japanese paper lantern that replaced what should be a lighting fixture. It had many small apricot tissue paper dots that clumped together near the top center of the lantern, that then spread more as it went down.
Realizing that he just went through a whole butt-load of crap to witness this, he knew what he had to do.
Dispassionately, he pushed Lavi off the booth.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it because somewhere I hit a block so I kind of just wrapped it up so I'm hoping it didn't come out too bad.
Like it said at the top, this is part of something I call my "Collection" series which are fics that will have many stories, drabbles and stuff like that in them. You can check out my profile to see what the others are but the only other I have out is Rabbit Boy and Doll Face which are stories in an AU fantasy setting, so yeah ^^!
The story "Wrong House" will be taking place in Montreal, yes. Why? I don't know. Canada just seems like a nice place haha. I'll probably use it in other stories too...
I appreciate everyone who took the time to read this. Reviews are always asked ;)
Take care~