AN; ohoho, I am quick :0

This was very much so JUST written. It is very sappy but sap is great. It's what trees LIVE ON x3 But I really like this one haha, I'm amazed with myself.

Song Number Two: Here (In Your Arms), a short one because the song is short (that's my excuse!) Gets a bit confusing in there but just remember, this is KANDA-CENTRIC. Pretty much yeah. But it's cute and I like it. Forgive any bad English moments, please.

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS and especial thanks to Arsenic Android for making my month :D

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Word Count; 567!

Written On; August 18, 2007 starting at 8:13 PM, finished at 9:12 PM, 59 minutes taken. I TOLD YOU IT WAS JUST WRITTEN.

Disclaimer; Katsura Hoshino. Es todo.

Kanda Yuu's favourite place used to be his most frequented training room where he could practice with Mugen or meditate with its sound proof walls, where no one would usually bother him. Usually. But now his favourite place was most definitely his bedroom. It was also sound proof, but was able to be locked and there was no window for curious eyes. Only two people ever dared to bother him when he was in his room and one he didn't quite so much mind while the other was nowadays busy following after the beansprout, obviously fancying him. The first person, though, was in it almost as often as him. He was also the reason why his quarters were now his favourite place.

Because here where they were alone, they could drop all pretenses, stop their fake scowls and forced smiles, and not have to talk, not have to think, but just be.

Because here where they were alone, they weren't really alone. Here, they were the farthest from being alone. Where away from judging glances, they could touch and brush and love.

He would never be able to get enough of it, of him. The feeling of his rough fingertips in gentle caresses. His soft, warm skin against his own. His red hair between his fingers, mixing with his own black in clashing colours when they had their foreheads pressed together. His breath on his ear as he murmured things only for him to know. The rise and fall of his chest as they lay together in comfortable peace. The easy pace of his heart felt under his hand, telling him that he was still alive, still here. With him.

But his ultimate favourite was when Lavi was on the verge of sleep and he would slip one arm under Yuu to pull him close and splay his fingers across his stomach and would press his lips to his hair and ask if he was happy. And he was. At least for that time until they had to go back to just being friends as an exorcist and a bookman. Because at that moment, they were just Yuu and Lavi.

On this night, he was tired having had a vigorous training session and annoyed because there was no crooked smiles to get him through the day. Stupid redhead had been gone on a mission for two weeks and everything was getting on his nerves without him.

Entering his room, he wiped his brow and set Mugen on its stand. With a sigh, he stopped his eyes from looking at the hour glass. No need to make the day worse.

But then hands were massaging his shoulders then sliding down his arms to tangle fingers with his own, and lips were leaving kisses down his jawline and all he could do was sigh a completely different sigh and enjoy the feeling.

He turned his head and the kiss was innocent but full of emotion. All of his anger and stress were gone from his mind when he saw that crooked smile.

His bright green eye was soft with care as he whispered, "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly." And Yuu smiles back, once again happy.

He's learned that he was wrong though. Because it's not his room that's his favourite place. It's right here in Lavi's arms where he can just be and where he can just love.