Not as good with writing for Kanda, but I love him anyway. I own nothing.
Meanwhile, the real Kanda was sitting on a cold train seat, glaring into the pouring rain outside. His pale eyes narrowed. He did not like rain. Snow he could handle, but not rain. He was the only passenger in this car of the train, his white fingers wrapped around his innocence as he stared at his reflection in the glass. Something caught his eye, and he swore under his breath, clapping a hand to his collar bone. His eyes narrowed even more as he took in the circular red mark sitting so innocently on his skin. Lavi had left him with a parting gift. Kanda's expression did not soften as he turned away from the window, and swung his ponytail over the offending mark. He settled back into the seat, ramming his shoulder blades into the barely comfortable seat. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder back to that night, and of course, his fuck….er? Kanda's mind did not register the word lover, and doubted he ever would. They'd had great sex, and that was all. His mind wondered, and his eyes softened a shade as he remembered lying in the sheets with the man, and the feeling of his body against the others. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. What was he doing? He was on a mission…….or so he thought. He had wondered about why the bookman had sought him out in the early hours of the morning while Lavi slept in his bed. Kanda had been curious as to what kind of love life the bookmen had, and it seemed, the bookman didn't want Lavi to have one. He wasn't surprised there was an urgent mission….in a far off land….it would take some time, he must understand………Kanda gave a gentle hiss of frustration. He battled internally with his feeling on the train all through the night on the way there. And the next day. As well as the following night. Kanda did not sleep.
The train jerked to a halt, and Kanda's quick reflexes saved him from smashing head first into the seat. He stood, his eyes tired, and the start of purple bags under them. He had to get Lavi out of his head. He ignored the smile of the people of the town, whose name he didn't know, and went to the castle he was supposed to 'exorcize.' It was nothing something he was too willing to admit, but he wanted to get back. He didn't know the bookman very well, but knew he wouldn't take kindly to Lavi's…………interest in him, and wondered how much influence the bookman had on his missions. Kanda forced the red haired bookman out of his head as he stormed up to the castle doors, his temper in a peak performance. There was no answer as he took out his rage on the door, pounding his fist into it at a restless speed. He huffed, and sized up the door, the mark on his neck, not to his knowledge of course, exposed to the public. He let out a growl, and raised his leg. He smashed poor lock out of his way, and the door gave in with a bang.
"Answer me, now." He yelled into the house, wondering blankly if he had the address right. The hollow house echoed back at him. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. If this was the bookman's idea of a joke, crossing central command, as well as him………..the old man had better start digging his grave now.
As Kanda was staring in the doorway, a pair of eyes peered back at him, little did he know.
"Yes yes, come inside, pretty one, and let me play with you…." A velvet voice breathed, and with a smirk in the darkness, a white gloved hand flicked a switch on the wall.
Kanda's ears perked as the thought he heard a voice. Was it merely his own echo? Possibly……..Kanda jumped reflexively as he felt something whoosh past him. The door he had kicked in slammed shut behind him, missing his body by inches. Kanda swore as he rolled across the floor, his eyes searching in the dark. He held absolutely still. Nothing happened.
"Curse the damn wind…." Kanda growled, and stood up, brushing off his coat and glad no one was there to watch. Of course, Kanda couldn't have been more wrong. As soon as he stood, a laugh sounded throughout the room. It sent shivers down Kanda's spine, and he flinched in spite of himself. The voice was not creepy, it was…….sexy? Somehow, this worried Kanda more. But he was not the type to run. He pulled out his sword, and challenged the voice his eyes searching the house he had thought empty.
"Show yourself!" But how often did that work? Kanda's ears tried to trace the sound of the noise, but it echoed in this house, and he could not find the start of it. This aggravated him.
"No games get out here and face me." Kanda again growled out, his neck muscles tense. He didn't like to play hide and seek, and this was not improving his temper one bit.
"Ah, but the games have only begun, pretty one." Kanda was a little freaked out. Some random sex voice in the dark checking him out? What the hell had the bookman done? Sent him to a haunted whore house? As Kanda thought about this, he realized that somehow the idea did not surprise him.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Kanda hissed into the dark, unable to keep his temper in any kind of check at all. With a hiss, Mugen reached out in the dark, and Kanda released one of his attacks at the wood. The black creatures merely soared through the dark staircase, not coming into contact with anything and vanishing into the dark. Kanda was over mad now, and he felt red color his vision and all the muscles in his body tense. What the hell was going on? Kids at a Halloween party? Come on. The hairs on the backs of his arms and neck were standing on end, and he felt himself flinch, and turn, sword up. But of course there was nothing there. Kanda was pissed. Well, he could always just leave. He turned and stalked for the door, still on high alert as his boots clicked along the wood floor. His hand reached for the doorknob, but as he tried to turn it, it only gave a stubborn 'click'. Kanda's eyebrows furrowed. He had broken the lock when he kicked in the door. In the second of confusion this caused, something pounced on him, an arm wrapping around his sword hand, and the other over his mouth with some kind of cloth. Kanda fought to not breathe, but some kind of gas was invading his senses. His gag reflex was in overdrive as his body tried to rid itself of the foreign gas. He struggled for a brief moment, his foot slamming into a shin, but it did nothing to the hold on his body. The last thing he remembered was Mugen sliding out of his hand against his will, and the voice purring in his ear. He briefly heard his sword thunk into the wood, and he felt his arms fall as his muscle's all gave out on him.
"Only if you think it's funny."