Chapter Three

Despite the heavy wind, he does his best to light his cigarette several times before it catches. The butt glows red as he inhales, swallows the smoke and revels in the burning sensation down his throat and drifting into his lungs. If Marlboro made something stronger than a 100, he'd change to that – since he started again a few months ago, he's gotten far too used to the potency of a 100. Still, it's not so bad he supposes. He blows the excess smoke out of his nose and flicks the excess ash on the end of the cigarette onto the ground.

He needs a huge fucking break from all the shit his life has turned into. He's immersed himself so deeply into his work that he's almost completely broken away from his old life. Again, not so bad, but he senses he's going to fail out of college his final semester of Senior year, which is shit. After so long at that goddamn university, with so much money put into it, maybe he really should at least do his work for all the online classes now and again…

He hears a sigh from just behind him and the light roll of smoke drifts over his head, mingles with his own smoke.

He pivots on his heel to find Lavi standing there, his smile looking almost sad. He flicks the ash off of his – whatever the fuck that is, a cigar – and leans back on his heels. "Funny seeing you out here, Yu," he nods.

Kanda scoffs. As if Lavi didn't come looking for him. "What do you want?" Lavi chuckles in response and puts the huge cigar between his lips. Fucking idiot.

"Well," he mutters around the monstrosity. Kanda almost, almost snatches it from between his lips, throws it on the ground, and repeatedly stomps on it. "A lot of things. I want a boat, I want a million dollars, and I want my best friend back. I'm rather greedy."

Kanda doesn't respond to that; he doesn't consider himself anyone's best friend. He doesn't do that kind of shit.

Lavi puts a hand on his shoulder, and Kanda has to close his eyes and breathe deeply, count to ten to control his anger. "Yu," Lavi says, seriously. "Just think about this. After all of this is over, after they're gone, what are you gonna do? This is taking over your life. You can't just pick up where you left off."

"I don't plan on it. I don't want things to be the way they were before. I fucking hated that shit."

Lavi's sad smile returns, more guilt-inducing than before. "What a fuckin' lie."

A lie? No. No, it was all so annoying, right? As far back as he can remember it's been so annoying…

"Hi, my name is Lenalee. What's yours?"

A small, outstretched hand with pink fingernails and a multitude of jelly bracelets around the wrist suddenly appears in front of his face. With a grimace he looks up at her. "Go away."

Her eyebrows pull together in confusion and her lips turn down in disappointment. "What's your name?" She repeats.

He scoffs, harshly, and flips his black hair out of his eyes. "Kanda."

"Kanda? Wow, that's such an interesting name!" She beams, suddenly, kneeling on the ground to be eye-level with him while he sits. "Do you have a last name?"

"That is my last name."

She gets that confused look again. "Well when I asked I meant your first name, Silly." She leans forward a bit, getting a little too close to his face for comfort. "Like, my first name is Lenalee and my last name is Lee."

"I don't have a first name."

"Liar," she giggles. "Everyone has a first name."

"Not me."

"C'mon! Please tell me! I'll give you something nice if you tell me!"

He pauses for a second, thinks it over. What could this little girl possibly give someone like him? Intriguing. "It's Yu."

"Me? Is your name Lenalee, too?"

"It's Yu," he reiterates, slightly harsher than before. Stupid Americans.

"Oh," she pauses. "So it's Kanda Yu, then?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Yes. What do I get?" She bites her bottom lip, apparently deep in thought. "Don't hurt yourself. Just go away, then."

"No way, Kanda." At least she calls him by his last name. She at least picked up on that. "Here, take this." She digs into her school bag and, after a moment, pulls out a cassette case. "You can have this. It's my favorite tape right now. It's from when Brother was our age! They're called Tears for Fears and they're so awesome! Like, really awesome."

"Brother?" Kanda asks, turning the cassette over and looking at the back.

"Yeah," She smiles. "He takes care of me now. He's really nice. You should meet him one day!"

"I'll pass."

"Why are you so grumpy?" she asks, serious. "Is it because you don't have any friends? I see that you're sitting here alone. I'll be your friend if you want."

"Che," he tosses his head to the side, sitting the cassette on top of his bag. "I don't need friends."

She pauses and looks at the ground. "Everyone needs friends. Friends are the second most important thing in the world. Family is the most, but sometimes friends are like family." She draws a pattern into the dirt. "How old are you?"

"Nine."

"I'm eight," she grins.

"Congratulations."

She takes him far too seriously. "Thanks," she beams. "So, do you want to be friends then?"

"Whatever," he grunts, just wanting her to leave him alone again.

"Excellent!" she exclaims, clapping her hands. She moves to get up. "Well I'm getting married on the baseball field in five minutes, so I guess I'd better go." She wipes some dirt off of her skirt, smiling. "Don't tell Brother, though. It's a secret." She presses a finger to her lips and begins jogging towards the field. "Oh!" she begins screaming when she's a little ways away, jogging backwards. "I'll see you there, right?! You can be my Maid of Honor! My friend Hevlaska was going to do it, but -"

He can't hear the rest of what she says, because she's too far away from him to even see her anymore. Sighing, he gets up, dusts off his pants, and makes his trek towards the baseball field.

"What an annoying girl," he mutters, running fingers through his hair to make sure it looks decent for the ceremony.

"It's nice that we can all eat together again," Lenalee smiles, sipping at her drink. She looks to her right. "How have lessons been, Allen?"

Allen runs a hand through his stark white hair; it's not as annoying as Kanda remembered it, slightly longer, frames his face a little better, and looks soft. He must have washed it thirty times before facing the public today.

"Crazy. I feel like I play piano more than I breathe nowadays. Definitely more than I sleep. Slightly less than I eat," he smiles. Lenalee and Lavi both laugh. Kanda frowns deeply. "Well, don't you look pleased to see me," Allen rolls his eyes.

"Was it that obvious?" Kanda snaps in return. Seriously, this fucking kid.

"At least I don't smell like an ash tray."

"Fuck you."

"Eloquent as always."

Kanda clenches his fists, exhales slowly through his nose while looking away. Beansprout is really pushing his fucking luck. "Short as always," he growls.

"Hey, I've grown like two inches since Christmas, okay? I am an average height."

"Well," Lavi says. "You'll always be our little Beansprout."

And he can't help himself; he gives Allen a wondrous, shit-eating grin. "Bugger off," Allen scoffs, to the both of them most likely.

Lenalee just sighs happily in response. "Feels like old times again."

"Well, old, old times," Lavi offers. "Before Thelma and Louise started fucking."

"Shut up!" Allen screams at the same time Kanda does; they look at each other, and then Allen must find something motherfucking hilarious because he starts giggling like an idiot teenage girl. "Well, they do have a point, Kanda."

"We don't need to bring light to it."

"I suppose," Allen nods, sighing and resting his head on the back of his hand. "Wait, who's Thelma and who's Louise?"

"Kanda's definitely Louise. C'mon, strong-willed? Shoots people? That's practically Kanda's life story." Lavi smirks.

"Good point," Lenalee laughs, nodding.

Well, they're not wrong.

"He'd also fuck Brad Pitt in a heartbeat," Lavi adds.

Kanda scoffs, harshly, "Don't be fucking stupid."

"Kanda, that's like asking the ocean not to be wet," Allen deadpans. "Also, Thelma had sex with Brad Pitt's character."

"Right, well, you'd fuck him too." Lavi pauses, smirks at the look Allen gives him, and then says, "Hey, everyone at this table would, right?"

"No," Lenalee says. "Not me. Not really my type. Also, Lavi since when are you homosexual?"

"Allen and Kanda have been rubbing off on me. Oh! Double entendre. I'm so fresh."

"I have not done, nor will I ever do, any such thing," Allen says, looking slightly disgusted. Kanda has to agree with him there. The mere thought of Lavi in any sexual way makes him want to throw up.

Lavi laughs. "I'm not gay, no. I'm not bi either." He pauses. "I don't really know what I am." He taps a finger to his lips in concentration.

"You're fucking perverted. You'll just fuck anything that moves." Kanda offers.

"There! That! I'm that one! Okay, so since there's no real term for that yet, I think we should coin it after me. I'm Lavisexual."

"That would just mean you have sex with yourself," Allen says.

"Well I do that, too, but yeah, you're right." Kanda has to swallow the bile in his throat. "Omnisexual."

"That's already a term," Lenalee tells him. "And you know that."

"Well, all the cool terms are taken! Maybe I'll just slightly change it. Omniersexual."

"That doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't have to. It's a new word. It's what I am."

"Okay," Allen laughs. "Whatever."

He plugs his headphones into his Walkman before putting the cassette tape in and pressing play. It's in the middle of the tape, towards the beginning, but he can't quite tell where. He puts the bulky player in his pants pocket and waits for Tiedoll to pick him up in that dump he calls a vehicle. He leans against a pillar and closes his eyes.

It's actually…good. It certainly doesn't sound like something that Lenalee girl would listen to. She seems like the type to listen to those stupid, gay boy bands.

"You're really cool, you know that?" Comes a familiar voice, barely heard over the headphones. He opens one eye to look at her.

"Glad you approve."

"And you talk like a big kid." She pauses. "Did you have fun at the wedding?"

"No." It was too long. He's never been to a wedding, but five minutes is way too long. There's no way they're usually that long.

"Oh," she tucks her dark hair behind her ear. "It's probably 'cause you didn't have a date, huh?"

"That wasn't the problem."

"That's the only thing I can think of!" She says, throwing her arms in the air. "Because it was a fantastic ceremony. We're gonna be together forever."

"Uh-huh," Kanda says, nodding and turning his music up a little.

"Well when we get our vows renewed next week, you should bring a date. Oh, I have the perfect person!" She nods as well, quickly. "I can't wait to introduce you two now."

"Great," he mutters. She's talking far too loud if he can hear her.

She prattles on for a few minutes before Tiedoll shows up. He walks away from her without another word.

"I just don't really understand why you don't like the color chartreuse. It is a beautiful color."

"Stop trying to out-gay Allen and Kanda, Lavi," Lenalee says off-handed as she flips through a magazine.

"I'm honored you think I could even begin to attempt that," Lavi smiles, innocently. Kanda wants to rip that smile off his stupid face. Maybe he'll just rip all of Lavi's face off. That might work. Yes. He could do that.

"Oh my god, Kanda's doing his Kanda smile. The one where his lips don't turn up, but he's def' not grimacing! He thinks I'm funny!"

He can't help himself, he snorts.

"And now he's laughing. My life is complete!"

Lenalee laughs, still not looking away from her reading material. Cosmopolitans must be damn interesting. "I'm pretty sure he's actually just making fun of you. In his own Kanda way." That girl has always been able to read him pretty well. He's not surprised she hit the nail on the head.

The idiot puffs his cheeks out and puts his hands on his hips. "You really do look faggish, though, so maybe you're just trying to complete the look by acting gay." Kanda offers.

"First of all, I am offended," Lavi says, mock-offense on his face.

"No you're not." Kanda sighs, leaning back in his chair to survey the cloudless sky. They're sitting on Lavi's porch, well his grandfather's anyway, and the only reason he's able to relax is because the Beansprout's not there and because he doesn't have his maps and his information splayed out in front of him to keep him ticked off.

"No, I'm not," Lavi concedes. "But second of all I am very funny, okay? I'll have you know that in my high school yearbook senior year, I was voted the most likely to –

"Become a fuck-up?" Kanda asks.

"Offend the entirety of the human race by the age of twenty-five?" Lenalee offers.

"No," Lavi deadpans. "Become a comedian."

"That's boring," Lenalee says, taking a sip of her orange juice. "By the way you still have time to accomplish my guess."

"He's already accomplished mine." Kanda shrugs.

"Wow, Yu, thanks. Actually, thanks to both of you guys," Lavi frowns, but Kanda can tell it's fake. It would take a lot more than this bit of shit to get him upset or offended. "I feel the love. I feel it deep in my soul."

Kanda smirks a little, and realizes that when this is all gone, when he's completely immersed himself in defeating the NOAH family and afterwards, when he accomplishes his goal or…doesn't – he really might…miss…it a little bit. It's so easy to live this life, where he doesn't care and where thoughts of NOAH and death and revenge are far from his mind. Where the only thing he has to worry about is his biochemistry tests and whether or not his stupid brothers are going to barge into his house unexpectedly when there's a small, naked white child in his bed. Which sounds worse than it should in his mind, but he doesn't really give a shit.

Maybe, maybe he'll have something like that again.

But he's never been one to delude himself with false hopes.

Lenalee waves him over with enthusiasm. "Over here, Kanda! I want you to meet my friend, Lavi." Already, Kanda doesn't like him. He's got weird red hair and a stupid looking eye-patch. He's smiling, too. Not a normal smile though; an idiot's smile. "This is your date for the evening," Lenalee smiles.

"No." He says simply before starting to walk away. Lenalee is sure to grab his arm and pull him back before he can get too far away. "It's not even evening time - let me go!"

"Nice to meet you, Kanda..." He trails off, looking for the rest of his name.

Eye twitching, Kanda does his best to breathe in and out calmly. "Kanda Yu."

"Yu. What a fine Oriental name. Bet you're a stand-up guy, being named after someone who has 'the great' following their name and all." Kanda has no idea what this guy is talking about, and his annoyance must show on his face. "Yu the Great? Chinese ruler? He was rad."

"Stop using the word rad, that hasn't been cool since like kindergarten." Lenalee says, rolling her eyes. "Lavi's like, in love with history or something. I don't know. He's really smart."

"The smartest." The idiot nods, smiling.

"I'm ecstatic for you. Wait a moment while I try to contain my joy."

"Oh, Yu, you're so funny," Lavi chuckles, waving his hand at him. Immediately, a growl rips from Kanda's throat.

"Who gave you permission to call me that?"

"God."

"Ugh, whatever," Kanda flips his hair out of his eyes and turns to Lenalee. "You expect me to deal with this idiot throughout the whole ceremony? Damn, girls are crazier than I thought." He eyes Lavi. "Or maybe it's just Americans."

"It's probably just Americans," Lavi shrugs, looking at his fingernails. Kanda is rather inclined to agree. The old man and those 'brothers' of his are really freaking weird as well. "But listen, Yu. What if we don't actually go as a date, but as a pretend one?"

Kanda bristles at the sound of his first name again, but he's slightly, slightly, intrigued by Lavi's notion nonetheless. "What do you mean?" He asks after a moment.

"I saw it in this movie. This girl really wanted to go to her friends' wedding, but accidently told them that she was dating someone when she wasn't and they all expected her to come with this dude and well she didn't know what to do and she was freaking out and-"

"Get to the point!"

"So she got somebody to play as her date," Lavi nods. "They weren't really dating, but they pretended and everything worked out in the end. Well, they got married in the end, but that's not important." Lavi waves his hand in dismissal. "Unless you want to get married, that is," Lavi smirks, a glint in his one green eye.

Kanda almost throws up on the spot. "Hell no."

"Okay, okay – thought I'd offer. You don't know what you're missing, though."

Kanda scoffs at him, but agrees nonetheless. He doesn't really care what others think, but Lenalee seems to want him to bring someone and as long as the idiot doesn't open his mouth, Kanda doesn't mind the company. The red-head just has to be sure not to say a single damn word.

Unfortunately, as Kanda soon realizes, that's never going to happen.

The next time he sees Allen, he's surprised not to feel hate or disdain or annoyance at his white hair or red tattoo or stupid accent (that actually sounds a little off, but it's probably just because he hasn't heard it a lot since Christmas, just a few times). He doesn't really know what he's experiencing. He feels almost light, like something that was weighing him down before isn't there anymore. It feels almost like emptiness, but it's not that. His upper torso feels vastly hollow, but something echoes there. He can't place what it is.

Then Lavi says something stupid and the Beansprout laughs and the small thing that was echoing grows until it takes up everything that was empty before. He grimaces at himself, at his chest, at Allen. The white haired boy notices and looks over, lips pursed.

"What'd I do this time?" he grumbles, accent thing with annoyance. Then their eyes meet and Kanda must be going deaf because everyone around them goes completely silent. No, he can feel the wind, his hair blowing in his face, the sound echoing through him. Leaves rustle, birds chirp, but no one is speaking. It's like everyone else in time has stopped, except that's a really stupid notion and he hates himself for thinking it.

He hears Lavi whisper something, finally, and it's to Lenalee. She nods, and then they leave.

Kanda curses, lowly. "Kanda?" Allen asks, walking forward. "What's wrong?" His white eyebrows furrow and Kanda resists every urge to kiss the wrinkle of skin between them. Fucking hell. Fucking fuck. Not this stupid shit again. He has plans. He has vendettas. He doesn't have time for this shit. This was last summer's shit. It's February and Kanda's already cast Allen aside. There's nothing left in the relationship for them. Nothing to salvage.

Nothing left.

Allen takes another step forward, but Kanda stays where he is. Unable to walk away or towards his former lover.

Finally, when Allen's close enough that Kanda can count individual white hairs, he inhales and only manages out, "Fuck you."

Allen tilts his head a bit, almost frowning, but then he smirks and Kanda's seen that look and he loves that look more than anything else but at the same, fuck that. He looks away from Allen, over the top of his head. Stupid Beansprout. Bedroom eyes will never work on his again.

"How are things going?" Allen asks, and his voice is lower than normal. Kanda can't tell if it's faked or real. "You know, school and work."

"As if the red-headed idiot hasn't told you."

"He has," Allen says, voice turning into a whisper. "But I just wanted to hear it from you."

Kanda sighs and goes to look down, but Allen is closer than before and their foreheads meet. All Kanda can see is silver-blue eyes now. Neither of them move, but Kanda feels Allen's labored breath on the bottom half of his face.

"When I asked you what was wrong," Allen says, lips almost, almost grazing his. "Why did you look at me like that?"

Kanda's resolve almost falters. He grits his teeth and mutters out, "Like what?"

"Like you still wanted me."

"The fuck are you-

Before he even finishes his question, Allen leans up and swallows his words with a firm press of lips. Almost immediately after, unable to give a shit, just able to feel that thing in his chest expanding to become so large there is the threat of it escaping, he opens his mouth and closes his eyes. Allen's pressed so close it seems like he's trying to melt into Kanda, trying to become one with him. It's not completely sexual, more sensual than anything else, but Kanda feels blood rushing downward and takes advantage of the situation to push Allen up against the picnic table. It doesn't register in his mind that people might be coming by, that it's around noon and they're in City Park.

Then he feels more wetness than he should and leans back, slowly. Tears stream down Allen's face; Kanda has to look away for a moment before sighing harshly and kissing him again, first his mouth, the hard press of tongues arousing him more than publicly acceptable, and then he moves up to his cheeks, kisses the edge of Allen's eyes, licks at one of his tears before returning to his mouth. Hands clutch at his back, fingernails dig into his spine.

This is stupid. He should definitely get a hold on himself. But…he hasn't seen or touched the Beansprout in months. It's not like he should have, and he shouldn't be now, but he can't really deny that he never stopped wanting this physical aspect. It's dangerous, much too dangerous and that makes it even better. Fuck, he hasn't been this hard in mon-

"Hey!"

At the sound of another human being's voice, remembering they're in public, Kanda pulls away sharply.

"You two, keep it clean."

Kanda scoffs at the rent-a-cop, but Allen nods serenely and runs a hand through his white hair. "Sorry, Officer. Won't happen again." His voice is low and he still looks a little sad or some shit, but he's not crying anymore.

The 'officer' nods in return, grimace relaxed a little more now. He can't deny Beasprout has the personality of fucking Hitler. Talk about charismatic. Even with his face inked up like that people take him so fucking seriously, they trust him. It's fucking weird.

He chalks it up to his creepy-ass smile. Maybe it scares people into submission.

No, that's giving him too much credit.

What the fuck ever it is, he's slightly, slightly, grateful for it. He doesn't need a fine for public indecency. Again.

When the cop leaves. Allen heaves out a sigh and turns fully to Kanda, close enough so that only their chests touch. He's silent for only a brief moment. "Is this the part where you deny everything that just happened?

Yes. Why the fuck would I ever admit that I willingly kissed your stupid ass? Christmas, that was a special circumstance. I – fuck, that was only because I felt so fucking bad about it all. Shit, I've gotta stop using facial expressions without fucking realizing it.

"No."

Fuck.

Allen pauses again, obviously realizing how thin the ice beneath his feet is. "What does this mean?"

Nothing – it doesn't mean anything. Fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid voice and your stupid hair and eyes and hands and stop being fucking you.

"I don't know," he says instead. And goddamn, he really doesn't. It's not supposed to mean anything, he doesn't want it to mean anything; he keeps repeating the word 'nothing' in his head, but it feels like a denial. And screw that – he's not gonna be in fucking denial like some school girl. "It doesn't matter though," he continues. "I can't afford any distractions."

"And I'm a distraction."

Unfortunately. "Annoying people are distracting, yes."

Allen scoffs, folding his arms, and Kanda can't help his slight smirk at how fucking feminine the Beansprout looks. With his longer, fair hair and his eyes that are so fucking huge – he could easily pass as a fucking girl. "I'm not…Kanda I'm not gonna give up. But – that doesn't mean I'm going to be actively trying to get you back all the time." He gets frantic at the end before throwing his hands in the air and beginning to talk much, much faster."But I mean, you look at me like that and what do you expect me to do-"

"Oh my god, shut up!" Kanda exclaims, putting a hand over the Beansprout's mouth. "I really don't give a shit what you do. I'm not gonna flip a shit or anything because of a fucking kiss. I'm not a girl. It doesn't matter."

Allen's eyebrows furrow. Kanda rolls his eyes and, against his better judgment, removes his hand so the white-haired boy can continue. "Sorry…but you really should keep better track of how you look at people. Whether it's a death-glare or a come hither look, they're really intimidating."

"Come hither? What the actual fuck. I would never look at someone like that."

Without a word, Allen relaxes his face, lowering his eyelids slightly and parting his lips. He stares at Kanda right in the eyes and he feels the expression in his abdomen before it registers what he's even doing. That's the relaxed face Allen has just after an orgasm and – shitfuck he hates it almost as much as he loves it.

"I wouldn't look at someone like that," Kanda swallows, looking away.

In his peripherals, he sees Allen get smug. "It's not always nice to be on the receiving end of that look. Why do you think Lavi and Lenalee walked away? We didn't tell them to, but anyone could take one look at you and tell you need some private time."

Kanda growls a bit at the shorter boy. "Whatever." And shit, he's so fucked. If just that little bit could sway him to get with Allen physically, what if the boy actually stated trying? So it's good that he says he's not going to actively try, because if he worked it right, Kanda knows he'd lose. Allen's way too good at the game. At any and every game he'd ever start.

Allen leans against the wooden picnic table Kanda'd almost stripped him on. "Your friends from Japan seem nice." At this, Kanda snaps to attention. "Yeah, I met them. Through Lenalee. Bak Chan is staying at her and Komui's place unbelievably. Even though it's obvious Bak is obsessed with her, he's careful around Komui and apparently they're not actually allowed to be awake and in the house together at the same time. Komui patrols the hallways or something." Kanda almost snorts. "Loufa, though…is she – um – always that awkward?"

"Who the fuck is Loufa?"

Allen raises his eyebrows. "She's with Bak Chan's team. I've only met her, a couple scientists, Bak Chan, and the girl named Fou. The rest of them I haven't met. Um, an older man and then a kid our age. I don't quite remember their names, but apparently they're staying in the heart of uptown at the moment."

Loufa…who the fuck is that? She wasn't with the Chan's when he was there as a child and he never met her when he was in Japan recently. Shit though…Alma. He's going to have to face him eventually. And for some reason he's kind of grateful the Beansprout hasn't met him yet. Hopefully that fucking red-headed idiot and Lenalee haven't either.

Because all of them are gonna fucking side together, become one against him.

Fuck.

"Kanda, are these the people you lived with before you came to America? You never really talked to me about that point in time and-"

"It's none of your goddamn business," Kanda snaps. "It's no one's business and I swear to whatever the fuck's above that I will start fucking shit up if this invasion of my personal life does not stop. You, or that damn Komui or whoever the hell else thinks they have any right to my life. Stop."

Allen gives him an offended look. "Fine, we'll stop caring. We'll leave you alone, Princess. I thought for a second we could maybe be friends and go back to how it used to be, but you're even more closed off than before. You're an asshole, Kanda, and soon enough you won't have anyone on your side." At first, the only thing that really registers in the whole statement is that Allen actually said asshole correctly. For some reason, it really annoys him. That the Beansprout's accent is weakening should make him ecstatic, right? That stupid Brit talk was always stupid and irritating.

Then the rest of it hits him and he isn't sure how to react. It's nothing less than he imagined. He's alone, and he's always gonna be alone. It makes no difference to him whether Allen says it aloud or not, because it was always there, hanging in the open space.

"Do you need a ride home?" Allen says, voice and expression hard. It's obvious he doesn't actually want to sit with Kanda in the car for however long it would take them to get back to his house.

"I'll walk," Kanda responds, turning on his heel. Better not fucking upset the Beansprout any more than he already has. Don't want to inconvenience him in any single fucking way.

Besides, it always ends this way.

With a cruel word and Kanda walking away.