Almost Lovers
TCz: Soooo I woke up out of nowhere one morning and decided to revive a very very old OCxCanon couple of mine... probably the one I was most famous for...
Luna: You mean I'm back?
TCz: Da. .-.
Lavi: OwO
Luna: Damn.. And here I was enjoying the vacation.
TCz: Well... you've changed a lot. You're not like you once were.
Luna: Wha-*poof*
Lavi: AH! WHERE'D SHE-
TCz: *sips her coffee* You'll see soon.
Alarms rang wildly, a voice booming through the halls, screeching a name that made everyone cold to the bone. The mess hall had gone quiet, the showers turned off, and all bodies as still as statues. People panicked, grabbing clothes to get dressed in, running for cover in their rooms, plates of food and drinks being spilled everywhere, hollering and cries of horror everywhere.
The excitement drove Lavi to a panic, looking everywhere, trying to figure out which group to follow and over react with.
"W-WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE. WE NEED TO TAKE COVER. SOMEONE-WHAT DO WE DO?" his face went pale as he flailed around wildly.
Next to him, a smaller body sat hardly motionless, a spoon popped in their mouth as they sucked the last bit of their vanilla pudding away.
"Stop screaming, your voice is more obnoxious than everyone else's" they grumbled softly. The red head huffed down at the little bleached haired exorcist.
"There's an Akuma walking right up to our door-way! How am I supposed to act?" he whined. The white haired exorcist sat up, pushing away their tray topped with at least a dozen empty pudding cups.
"You're an exorcist, right? Why don't you handle it?" she opened a turquoise eye up to the older one. He paused for a moment before smiling sheepishly. The smaller one twitched, urked by how much her companion in arms was such an idiot. Just before she could take a nice swing at his face, the intercom went off, announcing that another exorcist had gone to take care of it.
Lavi sat back and sighed with relief "Bakanda's got it, so we have nothing to worry about." he smirked proudly.
"Lazy fuck." the bleach haired one shrugged, leaving her seat and stuffing her hands into her pockets where they were safe to not sock someone.
"H-Hey! Where are you going?!" Lavi gasped, leaning back to see past the crowd of people just sitting back down to clean up their mess of food.
"We have a mission to get to, let's go." she glanced over her shoulder while continuing on.
"Wait up! I'm supposed to be going with you!" he pouted, snatching both trays before rushing towards her, dumping the plates by the garbage. "At least throw your own trash out, Luna." he muttered under his voice.
It was about a year ago when I was brought into the Order... A year away from the cold lifeless house i stayed in because I didn't know what I was supposed to do with my life.
Kanda unloaded himself from the train, the engine making thin steam fall to the floor and cover the platform. He would have nearly missed his stepping if it wasn't for his keen eye that saw the huge gap between solid land and the tracks. Looking out, the exit was just a simple archway made of polished white stone, carved to look like a bush holding dozens of roses. Outside, the empty hill lands of France laid before him. It was a small town, he didn't remember the name, but he knew why he was there. It was an easy job from the sound of it, so he recommended being solo.
After just a few steps away from the station, his Finder approached him with a warm welcome in french. The Japanese man knew none of the language, which was an annoyance, but his Finder knew it very well, being of previous residence here, so he was thankful for that at least.
As they traveled down the flattened gravel path, the Finder explained to him everything he knew and all the evidence he gathered, noting how he hadn't seen the innocence with his own eyes yet, but that dead akuma have been lying in the streets, which means this innocence had an accommodator who was defending themself, and probably anxious or nervous.
To Kanda's hopes, they wouldn't put up a fight with him.
After spending hours upon hours, traveling through the country, asking locals if they have seen anything strange, they finally entered the center of the surrounding town, the Monday morning market rather empty. Elders stood behind booths, wrapped up for warmth and coughing occasionally, a small bug probably passing through the town. Just as the Finder began conversing with an owner of a cabbage cart, a loud scream could be heard echoing over the cobblestone road. The Exorcist didn't hesitate to rush to the source, weapon drawn to find three large, ill colored men surrounding something. A woman off to the side screamed again in panic, fearing for the worse of whoever was receiving so vile treatment to be ganged on. Kanda was at least a block away, cursing about how annoying Akuma were when they got in his way, when suddenly, the men began to drop, one by one. Just meters away now, the Japanese man stopped in his tracks.
A young looking boy stood where the Akuma once did, Fists balled and turquoise eyes sharp and firing with anger. What caught Kanda's eye last was the ice covered fists and didn't notice until another Akuma ran from an alley way and was knocked in the teeth soon later. All fallen akuma vanished, and the lad dropped his arms, face twisted as if annoyed that the fight was no match, like it had happens hundreds of times before. Kanda blinked, watching the ice disappear into tiny crystals, falling to the ground. The frozen water must've been inches thick around their fists, so the pain on impact must've been massive.
The Japanese man had been staring too much, and the boxer caught his gaze before pointing a finger at them aggressively.
"Pointez l'épée à moi et vos dents seront assommé!" they hissed. Kanda blinked, unsure of how to react, but put his Mugen away unconsciously.
"Madame, nous sommes venus pour vous aider." the Finder gasped, jumping in front of Kanda, bowing his head apologetically. The two conversed for a while, a mixture of smart alley smirks to confusing shrugs and back to sharp anger before Kanda got annoyed. He eyed at his finder before he laughed sheepishly.
"Sorry. She says that her doesn't know what kind of punks have been after her, but she's been handling them on her own pretty well."
"THAT'S A WOMAN?" the exorcist gasped. The finder nodded, making Kanda choke, cheeks a tad pink before being professional again. "Does she know the power she has?" the blue haired man raised a brow.
"Well, sort of. She never heard of Innocence before. She just sort of does it. The locals are used to it too."
"So then we can take her to the Order." Kanda nodded, stepping up to the French girl. Her features wouldn't make one think she was a girl. Baggy black turtleneck, no chest, no curves or hips to hint at a woman. Skinny and tiny, a few inches shorter than the exorcist. Her 1 inch white hair would almost be like a boy's cut if not for the long ban that covered the left side of her face.
The woman looked up at Kanda, brow arched. Her face obviously read "Do you need something?" but Kanda didn't bother with formalities. He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her in the direction to the train station.
Bad move.
Before Kanda knew it, he was falling over his side, cheek hot and numbed by pain, maybe a little bit of blood on his tongue as the young one socked him in the face. The exorcist collected himself quick though, ticked by the warm hello before wrapping his arms around her waist, slugging her over his shoulder. The girl began to kick and scream, cursing and disgracing him in French, loud enough for the whole market to hear before he marched off with her.
"M-Mister Kanda!" the Finder gasped.
"Ask the locals where she lives and get any clothes and belonging she might want." Kanda quickly replied, ending the Finder's any future questioning.
The kicking, screaming and fighting never ended until the woman eventually passed out on the train, but was soon awoken when they arrived at their stop, and rather rudely, since Kanda didn't even bother to wake her before slugging her over his shoulder. The French cursing and beating continued all the way to the order, where to mostly everyone's luck, was prepared since the Finder called in before their arrival to... warn them. Once they heard yelling, ear muffs were put on.
The French woman didn't even know where she was, but she didn't like anywhere this guy was taking her, and refused to give up fighting. It wasn't till they were at the giant gothic style entrance that she froze under the stone face. With a loud thump, Kanda dropped her on the ground to be checked and scanned. Frightened by being under the light, she froze like a deer in headlights, but once the clear was given, she tried to make a break for it. It worked to no luck though as the Japanese man was quick to snatch her. He was a bit happy he tied her wrists together so she couldn't slug him again. His cheek was pretty badly bruised from their last ordeal. Again the shouts started, and that's when the doors creaked open and a certain red head rushed out to the rescue.
"Bakanda! Don't you have any respect for people at all?! The poor guy is scared to death." the childish teenager huffed before slowly approaching the French woman.
"Pardonnez mon ami. Il n'a pas de manières." the bookman said softly with a smile. The white haired maiden froze and glanced at him, a bit shocked that someone finally understood her tongue.
"Pouvez-vous me dire où diable suis-je?" she hissed quickly.
Lavi laughed sheepishly before answering. "Vous êtes à l'Ordre Noir. Nous sommes une organisation déployés pour lutter contre les mauvaises personnes qui ont été vous attaquent dans votre ville."
"Je leur manipulation très bien, merci."
"Eh bien, le truc, c'est que vous avez quelque chose d'important à vous. Nous avons donc besoin de toi ici pour vous maintenir sûr." Lavi chuckled softly.
"Puis-je vous le donner?" she asked, reaching into her pockets, searching for anything they might want.
"Ce n'est pas aussi simple que ça." Lavi deadpanned.
"Comment cela?" the girl raised a brow.
"Cela fait partie de votre corps." the red head replied dryly before taking another step closer. "Nous ne sommes pas ici pour vous faire du mal. Nous tenons à vous protéger, et si vous le pouvez, combattre avec nous. Les choses que vous attaquent aussi tuer des gens et veulent détruire le monde. C'est pourquoi nous existons. Je vais vous expliquer plus à vous plus tard, mais nous avons à vous pénétrer à l'intérieur et je suis parti avec les médecins." He was trying to get her into the order and peacefully as possible while also telling her of her new role in the order.
The French girl glanced at Kanda, then to the red head, the giant door and finally on Lavi at last.
"Puis-je porter plainte à votre superviseur au sujet de ce connard?" she pointed a finger up at the japenese man.
"Oui." Lavi bursted into laughter, gesturing her towards the open gate. Kanda just stood there quietly watching her leave, not wanting to be close to her, afraid it might tick her off and cause him more trouble.
"Really Kanda, I'd hate to see how you treat women after treating such a small boy like this." Lavi pouted as he followed behind the white haired exorcist.
Kanda smirked as the gates began to close. "She is a girl actually." he said in a smart-ass tone. He had just in time to see Lavi freeze in place as his whole body turned red with embarassment. No one could blame him though. The Exorcist looked so much like a boy...
TCz: I'm not translating a SINGLE BIT of this, just because there's way too much. But I guess you can get the basics of it… I think…