This is blatant-rusted…Hi. Um…I like to write and this site was recommended by my friend Cathelien I like to call her Cathy…so yeah. Cathy got me on. My style is doing straight, gay and bi fics…I write mostly yaoi. My first fic is just about Lavi and Kanda. It's gay in the sense that they're both male characters. But it's also straight in the sense that it's boyXgirl. This was made from a random thought, that's why Kanda is a girl. My fics also have a sort of mature sense to them instead of little childish antics though they are fun…So here goes nothing…
Don't own DGM…hoping to publish something of my own…Rated T and all that stuff
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Lavi sighed as he sat down. Friday's were always hard for him. Especially when there was a physics class at the end of the day. He would always get a headache from multitasking a little too much and then sleep in some corner at home. Yes, sleep in some corner. He was so tired that he didn't have the energy to make it to his room. His grandfather never complained per say, but he voiced his objections to it. But he always liked to multitask and he always liked physics. His attention and thoughts were always in two places. One was taking on hat the teacher said and writing notes. Simple enough if you trained yourself properly. But since The Order was a strict school, he had to look like he was paying attention. It all started in his sophomore year. His mind had been in two places. But the second place was on this particular girl.
She had lucid dark blue eyes and long black hair that was shinier than the other girls. She had long eye lashes that cast a shadow over her eyes at times when she narrowed them just a bit. Her lips were pale and her skin had a bit of colour in it. She rarely talked to anyone or did anything to draw attention to herself. She liked to wear dark colours though she would wear a white blouse half the time. Her hair was always in a ponytail. Back then in his junior year, she looked plump. But he still noticed her all the same. He knew she was one of the smartest students in the school. She had few friends and didn't really suck up to any teacher. But that was in sophomore year. That was before the summer. Sometimes he could see pain on her face but then it was gone in an instant. That year, she had missed the last day of school.
He never saw her during the summer though he rarely went out at all. He liked spending time with his grandfather. He talked of the past and all his experiences though Lavi knew about all of them. But the old man never talked about one thing; his wife or Lavi's parents. Lavi had never known his parents and his grandfather had raised him from a baby. Lavi spent his time doing a lot of reading as well. The old man wasn't too well back then and he had read a good few books. He loved books about history the most. And she was in his history class. Always there in all of his subjects. It was weird how that happened.
When Lavi started his junior year; she came back thin and a little tired looking. Maybe she decided to lose all that weight though he thought it was kind of cute. But she was slender now; almost fragile. He remembered the first day of his junior year well. It was raining. She came in wearing a long coat and carried not only her bag but a cello case. Her hair was in a low ponytail and she was wearing a white blouse with a black skirt with a black vest; the kind you wear under a really good suit jacket. He had walked into a pole that day. He even remembered when she lost her hair band that day. It was during Literature when she stood up. Strands of her hair were falling over her shoulders and some threatened to do the same but stayed where they were, hanging lightly. That day they were doing The Merchant of Venice. He remembered hearing her voice for the first time that day. It was low, almost like a whisper and earthy. Yet it was unearthly; like she was some strange faerie or creature. It was also deep and rich and tired. She had a tired and broken voice. He thought it reflected her looks as well. He thought she was beautiful and earthy and rugged but also she looked a little tired.
He would do anything to hear it again…and he did. Three weeks later, he asked her out. It was a Friday afternoon. She declined his offer. He kept trying after that; every Friday. And she kept declining his offers. But he did learn her name. Yuu Kanda…but she liked to be called by her last name. He would never give up trying to talk to her, asking her out or hearing her voice. He had gotten offers from other girls in the school who thought he was attractive. He had declined all, saying he has arrangements with his grandfather for the evening or the particular days. It seemed as if he had arrangements with his old man everyday. But it was partly true. Every evening he went home and his grandfather would ask him how his day was. He told him and automatically he asked about the girl. His grandfather had picked up on his crush since the end of sophomore year. But asking her out was of his own accord, not his grandfather's. He told him about it and every Friday since, he asked him how it went.
He had heard her play once. On the first day of his junior year. He was passing near the music room which was always usually empty in the afternoon. He had heard someone playing. It sounded really good and he couldn't help but peep through the door. She was in there playing. Sheets of music were scattered about her. Her normally long skirt was brought up three inches below her knee and she was sitting on the ground. The cello was in front of her and she played away. Lavi sat down and listened to it until the music stopped.
"…and that is how ion particles are identified," the teacher snapped him out of his memories, "Any questions? None? Okay then…Well, school's done so go on and get out of here."
Lavi looked down at his notebook; notes from today's class already written down. He looked at his watch. It was time. She was getting her books together along with her cello case. He envied the cello. It got to be near her. He walked slowly over to her. He knew the routine. Ask her and when she said no, go home. Simple enough. Today she looked even more tired than ever.
"Uh…Yuu?" he asked.
She looked up and directly at him, her gaze drilling into him.
"What?" she asked expectantly.
"You want to go out with me sometime?" he asked unenergetically. He was especially tired today.
"No," he began to walk off, "but you can walk home with me today."
He smiled a secret smile to himself. It was the first time she had ever offered to give him a chance. A way in…he turned around, his bag already on his shoulder. She left first, followed by him. Halfway down the street he looked at her.
"Let me hold your books," he said taking them. She didn't let go of them at first and just kept on walking but a few minutes later, she handed him the books. They went into a music store and she handed the cello case to the man at the counter.
"Hi hun," he said smiling, "how are you?"
"I'm fine," she replied, "I just want you to put some new strings on it and tune it. I'll come for it Monday."
"I'll even replace the bow."
"You know I can't pay for that…it's too expensive as it already is," she said quickly.
"No charge…after all, you are a regular customer not to mention."
She walked out of the store. They never spoke; just walked. But he still enjoyed it. She seemed to be living a long way from school. Lavi looked at his surroundings. There were trees and flowers everywhere. Everything seemed somewhat savage.
"Why do you keep asking me out?" she asked breaking the silence.
"Because I like you," he answered.
She stopped in front of a house and was about to take her books. Lavi held on to them. He wanted to be around her a little more. Then again, she was actually talking to him.
"Why'd your parents choose to live here?" he asked.
"I live alone and I think you should star walking back to your house. This trip is done," but he didn't leave.
"What?" he asked a little baffled.
"I'm sorry…just please go home no…"
But it was a little too late. A little boy came out from behind the door and ran towards her.
"Mommy!" he said as he jumped on her.
She fell to the paved pathway with him on top of her. The little boy hugged her. Lavi watched all of this with wide eyes.
"You want to go out with me?" she asked, "you want to go out with me badly?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Then I suppose you want to date me," she put it simply.
"I want to," Lavi answered.
She held the boy with one hand and got up using the other. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered something to him.
"Then you should meet the man in my life. The man I work two jobs for," she went on saying, "My son."
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So yeah, Kanda's a little OC. This is the end of a chapter. I told you it was a random thought developed while going home in the car. I kind of like this one…I don't know why though. Please review and tell me if this is a good story…
Cathy, where are you? I haven't seen you much in school…You're always present but then you're no where to be found…You better review