Top of the Tower
Author: Atthla
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.
Character(s): Lavi, Kanda
Rating: T for Kanda's foul mouth
Summary: 'Princess, oh Princess. Please let down thy hair for me...' (Lavi/Kanda)
Notes: Very, very short, and not too funny either. Only because I have to write about these two. They are simply too adorable.
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Once upon a time, there was a princess who was locked in a tower deep inside a forest by an evil sorcerer. She had long beautiful hair, dark like the colour of the deepest night, and eyes as cold as a winter morning. The hair she had grown out so long that it could reach the foot of the tower unbraided. She was waiting, hoping that one day a handsome prince would come and rescue her from the creepy, glittery lotus that was her only company in the dark four-walled room.
One day, a red-haired prince rode through the forest. He passed by the tower and heard the faint wailing 'save me, save me' from somewhere nearby. Looking up, he noticed a small window near the top of the tower and called out.
'Princess, oh Princess. Please let down thy hair for me because even though I have my hammer–'
The window was opened with a slam, followed by a formidable crash. Lavi stared in horror as the wall five-story high where said window was located cracked and then burst, showering him with debris of all size and variation. He moved to a safer distance only to find himself as a very visible, very convenient target to the vengeful Mugen. It was reflex and reflex alone that allowed him to react in time and dodge the bloodthirsty attack.
There was nothing to aggravate Kanda Yuu like reciting love poems and fairy tales under his window.
"What the fuck do you want?" the swordsman snarled at him, eyes – to his literary disappointment – not cold as a winter morning but burning with black fire instead.
"You ignored my knocking at the do–"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT."
"It's Lenalee!" Lavi hastily explained as he eyed the nearing sword warily. "She won't allow me into her birthday party unless I bring you with me! What else can I do?"
"Is that all?" Kanda's voice was bursting with unconcealed menace and Mugen's pointy tip was still gleaming under the moonlight.
"...Umm, Komui will definitely charge you for that damage, you know."
Apparently the longhaired exorcist didn't appreciate this smart observation. He drew back his katana, preparing for another quick thrust. In a split of a second, Lavi calculated his chances, their rather close distance, Kanda's inhuman speed, and reacted. He leaped forward, rendering the distance nonexistent, and caught both Kanda's slender wrists.
"Wait, Yuu-chan."
The Japanese jerked away to free his hands and when this effort was proven futile, growled, "Why should I, asshole?"
"You have destroyed your room."
"SO?"
"You may have to sleep in mine tonight."
"I'd rather sleep at the top of the tower," Kanda snapped viciously. Lavi grinned at him.
"Then I'll climb to the top of the tower, with or without the aid of your hair, and–"
The agonized scream that echoed in the night told Lenalee that Lavi had, once more, failed.
End