Kanda Yu
The cafeteria was a mess of crowded, happy people. And I don't even get these idiots. Especially annoying is that guy in the pink shirt and blue tie plus curly black hair crying over the fact that his sister is going to marry someone … someday.
Unlike a certain rabbit in a carrot scarf (really, he is wearing an abominable carrot-shaped scarf), or a bean sprout wearing a top hat which was frolicking with bright ribbons and roses, or a certain someone's sister wearing a tight top and a miniskirt. Like, how do people wear that stuff?! As for me, my very best white shirt I usually wear on Sundays, midnight-black tie, and black slacks. I'm the monochrome sort of guy.
As you may have guessed, it's young Yoru's welcoming party. Well, it's not like I wanted to come. I still had some things to pack for the big mission … and I spent the whole night yesterday reading the information packet.
Anyways, as I was about to go for the soba salad, but then the rabbit veered in front of me: "Hey, Yu-chan, wanna chud down some booze? I mean, we're both eighteen …" he had that hopeful glint in his green eye. I gave him a glare that spelled NO struck him down with my boot, causing a wine-colored stain on the cafeteria floor. Tch, it's none of my worries.
Allen Walker
As I watched Kanda knock Lavi down on the floor, I was instantly angered by that Ba-Kanda. "Kanda that was very impolite of you …" I began, though in vain. He shoved at my chest, causing me to topple onto the floor ungracefully. He began walking with strong determination towards the bowl of soba salad on the table.
Now I understood everything.
Kanda Yu
Anyone who stops me from getting to that soba salad has a death wish. I must get to that soba. Sure, the soba could be a mirage, a psychedelic image, but soba is soba.
"Konbanwa (good evening), senpai!" Yoru greeted as she stuffed the salad down my throat. "I figured that this would be the antidote to your, um, murderous rampage." Surprisingly, she is right; soba actually has the effect of calming me down, in most circumstances. Unfortunately, this is not most circumstances.
"What the hell, Yoru?" I asked, or rather exclaimed, wincing as I managed to swallow the soba down. She smiled innocently (which I swear was the most vicious-looking innocent smile I have ever seen in my whole life time) and replied: "Senpai, anata daisuki no tabemono wa soba janai desho (your favorite food is soba, right)?" I believe that I had caught the culprit. My face as red as pickled radish, I bellowed: "LAVI!!" He weakly waved a hand dismissively, proclaiming that he was not guilty. "SPROUT!" Same situation. I let out a sigh, and turned consequently to Yoru: "How. Did. You. Know?" She obviously ignored the dripping venom in my tone and replied: "Well, observations, observations, and mind reading to some extent." She winked mischievously and continued: "I bet senpai has neko zita (cat's tongue; Japanese expression for sensitivity to food with high temperature), too."
That was impeccably accurate for an assumption. I do indeed try to avoid hot foods (except during the winter, of course). And when I do eat them, it's usually a delicious steaming soba noodle soup.
And just as I was about to explain the dilemma regarding soba, Yoru just freaking shoved a rice cracker down my mouth.
Lavi
Ignoring the pain in my ribs, I managed to crack an impish smile as Lenalee glanced worriedly in Yu-chan's direction: "Um, Kanda? Are you okay? You're turning as red as a beet." I replied to her for Yu-chan: "It's just Yoru-chan, Lenalee; she's too cute for him." Yu-chan's glare was directed toward me. He walked purposefully towards me, and as a blossoming rose of pain erupted on my stomach, I noticed that he dug the heel of his boot deep into my stomach. Yu-chan looked at me threateningly with his jet-black eyes and growled under his breath: "If you want to die, be my guest." I gave him a masochistic smile.
Somewhere on the floor, Allen moaned in a sarcastically load voice: "Yeah, at this rate there's no way Kanda can get himself a wife." Lenalee groaned in annoyance, and Yu-chan began literally digging poor Allen his grave.
Komui Lee
As I heard my precious Lenalee groan, I desperately wanted to relieve her. "Lenalee, fear not! Big brother's made a Komurin EX II for you!" I announced with enthusiasm, and clicked a button on the wall of the cafeteria, and my Komurin appeared from the storage room. But before I could use it, Kanda-kun just had to display his excellent swordsmanship and cut it in half. The whole Black Order looked at him with grateful eyes and said unanimously: "Thanks, Kanda."
I bawled my eyes out. My precious, precious Komurin took me a long, long time to build. Oh well, I'll have to build a Komurin EX III someday soon …
Suddenly, I noticed that Yoru was looking at the destroyed Komuirin, her red eyes glinted in amusement as she analyzed it.
As innocent as she may seem, Yoru seems pretty dangerous.
Shirou Igetsu
Kanda's feat was quite impressive. I could not help but to clap: "Well done, Kanda. That was a perfect move. I couldn't have done better myself." He turned his eyes towards me. "Shirou." He acknowledged briefly. He looked as if he wasn't particularly happy with looking at someone in a lavender colored shirt with vertical white stripes (which, I was wearing now). I gave him a smile: "As 'father' may have told you," I scrunched my face up at the mention of my 'father', "I am the brother of Yoru, Shirou." His gaze was hard and cold, though a light smile was on his face: "Kanda here, though I'm sure that Old Man Tiedoll has told you about your 'relatives'." I laughed at the guess, obviously someone has understood the relationship between my mentor and I: "Of course, that pain in the neck. I guess Yoru is the only one who can call him 'father' without flinching."
Kanda's eyes were wide in disbelief: "SHE ACTUALLY ACCEPTS THAT OLD GEEZER?!" I replied with a sad smile: "Yeah, but as a foster father. Our own father was killed by an AKUMA," I rolled my eyes at this common scenario, "but mom is still alive, thank God." I instinctively crossed myself and prayed for my mother.
Yoru hopped over, suddenly remembering something: "Hey, Onii-chan, it's your birthday today!" I gave her a slightly annoyed look: "You still couldn't remember my birthday properly?" Yoru pouted: "Duh, idiot Shirou."
The effect was instant. Lavi leaped up from his bloody puddle on the floor and wrapped his scarf around my neck: "Happy birthday, Shirou-chan!~" Allen tossed me a deck of poker. Kanda fished what looked like a hand-carved lotus flower from his pockets. "When I get bored, I carve lotus flowers. I usually have one or two in my pockets."
I smiled at the little flower. Somehow, it reminded me of my sister. "Not bad. A token of 'brotherhood'?" Kanda turned his head around: "Sure, if our 'father' insists." Yoru untied her hair quickly, her black hair falling down like a waterfall. "Here, Onii-chan, you always seem to be needing a hair tie; besides, black suits your glacier-white hair and gold eyes." I turned my head towards her: "As if I even bother to tie up my hair." Indeed, my white hair can be too unruly to restrain behind a ribbon.
I nodded my thanks towards everyone. Well, the Black Order wasn't called 'home' for nothing.
Kanda Yu
As I walked away from the party, eager to leave early, Lavi grabbed my arm: "Yu-chan! Drink booze!" Lavi held a glass of wine. I looked at him in revulsion: "Lavi, somehow 'booze' and 'wine' aren't synonyms in my mind." "Well, Yu-chan, that's where you're wrong; 'booze' typically means any alcoholic drink; and wine is an alcoholic drink." "Tch. It's not like I'll drink it."
And so I exited the noisy cafeteria, pondering about many things – what is Yoru's 'special ability'? And HOW, in the world, can a drink classified as elegant by the Western civilization (wine), be known by a rough word like BOOZE?!
It is surely a different matter in Asia …
As I return to my room, a quieter place to think, I shudder slightly at the cold; my hand instinctively gripped the left of my chest, my eyes trained on my hourglass. Was it the temperature, or did my life fade away a little bit? But the lotus didn't seem to lose any of its petals today.
I lay down on my bed, staring at the moon through the crystalline stained glass windows of my bedroom. A feeling of anticipation rose in my chest, and I smirked to myself; maybe tomorrow is going to turn out interesting …
To be continued
Author's notes:
Yeah, this one took sort of long to type because it was a relatively longer chapter and I had to admit that listening to some awesome J-rock (e.g. Kirito's Door, Pierrot's Hello, and Angelo's Hikari no Kiouku) did slow the typing ... but here it is, hopefully before the end of the weekend~ Enjoy~~ And thank you, everyone, for your support~!