A/N: For the seventh time, same warnings and I still don't own D. Gray-man.

The scenes take place during chapters 155 and 157 in case you're wondering about the awesome sparring session between the boys.

Enjoy.

Without further ado, Rei, the sixth virtue!


Rei

He was taught to regard others with respect.

After all, Kanda Yu was formal apostle. A reserved apostle.

A revered apostle.

He was taught to always be respectful but restrained in his interactions with others. To follow the obligations of appropriate conduct and due recognition and follow them even to the point of coldness.

He was taught to be a respectful young man.

To be respectful was to see others with acceptance and admiration, to hold others with regard and esteem and to distance oneself from others graciously and quietly. To be respectful was to free oneself of closeness and passion out of duty.

To be respectful was to cling tightly to distance where you've been offered something much simpler to embrace.

He and the rabbit had been recuperating in the lower levels of HQ as Lenalee and the moyashi vigorously battled the level four when the red-haired demon general arrived via shooting a hole in the already damaged wall. The supervisor with a sister complex ran around frantically trying to control the situation now that we had a chance at victory. Kanda wondered if that thankful smile was for the salvation of the Order or for the safety of something else…

Komui ran up to the railing and earnestly apologized for making them fight. With a scoff and a frown he voiced what a joke that was.

"I don't remember asking for any apologies. Fighting Akuma is my job."

He was taught to regard others with respect, not familiarity.

Kanda Yu was not a joker. A clown.

A friend.

He was taught to never loose control or dispassion with anyone. To never dismiss appropriateness for a chance at something warmer and far much more detestable.

He was taught to be a respectful young man, not a friendly one.

To be friendly was to see others with joy and affection, to hold others with tenderness and humour and to attach oneself to others inelegantly and irrevocably. To be friendly was to be lost in the human desire for a feeling that defies restrictions.

To be friendly was to have control vanish in that summer mist of passion and bliss.

Days had passed since the attack on HQ and everything had been winding back down to a sense of normalcy. He wasn't entirely clear on how it'd escalated, but he found himself standing before a panting moyashi with a sword against the boy's throat and a mischievous smirk splitting his face. As the moyashi sat breathless on the training floor below him he wondered if it was really all just for practice, and if it wasn't, how he would excuse the few smiles that ever slipped past his hard features.

Dismissing the thought for the moment, he once again lost himself in their heated dispute.

"Now come on, let me shave your head."

He was taught to regard others with respect.

He was taught to never let himself too close.

So why did he constantly find himself drawn like a moth to a flame to the alluring lantern that shone innocently with the promise of serenity, all for him?


A/N: I hope that you guys enjoyed this, again thank you so much for the alerts and favourites and especially the reviews, they really are what made me know I wanted to be a writer.

See you all tomorrow with the last virtue Yuu or Bravery!

A happy unhello to you all ~ moontoga29