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Am going to be AFK for another week, so this is the last update for any of my fics for awhile.
This chapter is for Kavbj, thanks for reviewing.
Enjoy : ).
Lying to Yuu (Rivers in Egypt)
The Moyashi arrived upon his threshold around eleven the next morning, toting a large helping of soba and a nauseatingly concerned expression.
Kanda allowed the soba to cross the liminal point of the door, but he refused to accept the Beansprout this early in the morning. The fact that very little of the morning remained was of no consequence to him.
"Where were you this morning, BaKanda? Usually you're one of the first people awake in this place, well apart from Komui and Reever. The whole Science Department, in fact. All workaholic insomniacs, certifiable as well. I guess Jerry and the Gatekeeper would be up too, with their jobs . . . "the Japanese man tuned the idiot's prattling out, sidling further into the room and picking at his soba. As hungry as he wasn't, it was sacrilegious to waste the succulent noodles.
The brat's tone changed, a welcome alteration until Kanda's sharp ears picked up on the worry that tinged the words.
"Kanda, are you doing okay? Lavi didn't want to leave, you know."
Kanda sighed, he was sick of this crap. Everyone and their mother (regardless of the Order's stark lack of women, especially those of the maternal persuasion) had harassed him to that end by that point. While not quite common knowledge before, Lavi's swift exit had made the relationship between the samurai and the bookman apprentice a known fact around the Order, which proved a mighty irritation to Kanda.
What people didn't seem to understand was the part where their supposed 'deep and special, one for the ages romance' was nothing but sex; a mutually beneficial arrangement that suited the two teenagers quite well and thus served its purpose. This was how they'd sold it to Bookman when the elderly Panda had uncovered their former secret whilst they were making use of the Order's twenty four hour bathing facilities. Even if Bookman senior didn't quite believe them, he'd never had any proof to take to his redheaded apprentice: the two acted appropriately standoffish anytime Kanda's legs were anywhere besides wrapped around the redhead's lithe, muscular waist.
So it was for this reason, previous night's revelation aside, that Yuu Kanda could look the Moyashi in that funny looking left eye of his and tell him exactly what he'd always told everyone from the beginning:
"I don't give two fucking shits about that bloody Rabbit. Why must everyone be so damned involved."
What he didn't add was how his heart cringed under the black tangle of his tattoo as his lips wrapped around the words, spitting them into the biting, wintry air with all the force of his habitual anger.
Denial was more than just a river in Egypt to Yuu Kanda.
. . .
Lavi, unlike Kanda, did care.
He'd hated leaving the samurai, almost couldn't.
It was all he could think of, until he learned of their destination, anyway.
As it turned out, the special request that had been made of them wasn't as far as he'd promised Yuu. It was, in fact, entirely too close and personal to be termed 'far' by any stretch of the imagination.
Their services had been demanded by none other than the Millennium Earl himself.
AN: Hehe, plot twist . . . *evil grin*