Good afternoon, bunnies! How are you all?
It is a blistering summer day, and, as usual, your lovely, vampire-pale Sophia has holed herself up in the cold house with a cup of coffee and the laptop. What a productive day...
Anyways, bunnies, enjoy! This is all for you, my lovelies! Oh... and there's fluff in this one :D Fluffy fluff-fluffety-fluff-fluff.
The swordsman already had issues with god—if there was one. But now, in addition to paying him back for the Black Order, the Earl, the Noah, Alma's death, and possibly the Fourteenth, Kanda decided that whatever god there was owed him compensation for creating the damned rabbit…substantial compensation.
Breaking off their kiss abruptly and putting a few feet's distance between him and Allen, Kanda turned to glare malignly at a much-less-than-welcome party of— the idiot just had to bring the entire Black Order— ten.
"Hey, Link," Lavi smirked, deviously. "Don't you think this deserves some notes?" Kanda's long, blue-black hair shimmered in the low light as his blade found its way to the redhead's throat in less than a breath's time, threatening the skin with just enough pressure to be extremely uncomfortable without drawing blood.
The white haired boy glanced up tentatively, and, spotting Lenalee's shoulder length, black hair; Kristia's soft, blonde spikes; Tiedoll's messy, silver afro; Krory and Miranda's alarmingly pink cheeks; Marie's shining headphones; and the analytical, black-rimmed eyes of Bookman, suddenly decided that the floor in the training room was inexplicably interesting, and examined it closely, knowing that—without a doubt—his face was redder than Cross' long, meticulously styled hair.
"Any last words, Rabbit?" The raven-haired man growled, cobalt eyes gleaming with icy wrath.
"What Mr. Walker chooses to do in his free time is none of my concern," a certain blushing, blonde inspector cut in skillfully, gently pushing the samurai's blade away from Lavi's throat.
Kanda shot Link a cringe-worthy look, but sheathed his Innocence and crossed his arms, glaring at the wall with the adamant intent to set the rice paper on fire, merely using his thoughts.
Komui cleared his throat loudly, staring at a point just beyond the swordsman's head.
"I am terribly sorry for…interrupting, but I have a mission for the nine of you that cannot wait until morning," the Chinese man announced. "Please follow me to my office."
Komui unlocked his office, ushered the ten in, closed the door quietly behind them, and proceeded to journey through the winding labyrinth of paper to his untidy desk, where he sat down, placing a clean-cut, manila file onto the barely-workable surface in front of him.
"I will be blunt; the Noahs Rhode Kamelot, Lulu Bell, and Tyki Mikk have appeared in Sicily with a large group of Akuma, including at least one level four.
"You," the supervisor stated, blankly, "are to eradicate the akuma army and force the Noah back into their Arc. Bookman will accompany you, along with Link. Kill them if you can, but don't do so at the expense of an exorcist's life. Are my instructions clear?"
Standing shoulder to shoulder in the cramped space, Krory, Miranda, Lenalee, Lavi, Bookman, Link, Allen, Kanda, Tiedoll, Marie, and Kristia nodded their approval.
"Five third exorcists and several members of CROW will join you when you board the train in Paris. Total, that's a group of twenty-one and almost all of our remaining forces here, so finish the job as quickly as you can and don't get killed.
"Lvellie has issued an order that Allen is not to open the Arc. You are to head out to the bridge immediately after getting changed." Komui let out a long sigh. "Be careful."
"We will, Brother. I promise," Lenalee smiled, clearing the desk easily—training with the dark boots had its advantages—to catch the anxious supervisor in a tight hug. "Happy birthday," the dark-haired girl whispered.
"Kanda?" Allen's small voice asked.
The other seven members of their party had only just disappeared when the white haired boy's voice broke the silence, but Link hovered several yards behind the pair, allowing them to converse in relative privacy.
"Che. What, Moyashi?" Kanda grumbled, frowning.
"Why are you still following me? I thought your room was down the hall we just passed," Allen replied, curiously.
"In case you didn't notice, idiot, I'm actually wearing practical clothing," the dark-haired teen snapped back. "And I don't want to go out and freeze my ass off in that damned storm," Kanda finished, jerking his head in the direction of an enormous window to their side.
True to the samurai's words, sheets of rain and hail swept across the isolated island, forming a curtain of grey that was almost completely opaque.
"But don't you need to stop at your room to grab some extra clothes?"
Kanda drew in a tense breath. "The idiot rabbit has my room key." This was all the explanation that was necessary on Kanda's part. It was—of course—implied that Lavi would be packing for the swordsman…because if the red-head didn't, Kanda might actually kill him rather than just dealing out the usual hurricane of death-threats.
"Oh," was the white haired boy's only response, as he stared down at his feet, still heavily blushing at what had ensued only a few minutes prior.
Might as well announce it to the entire Black Order, for god's sake, Allen groaned inwardly, remembering how smug Lavi's face had been and likely still was.
The next few weeks were going to be hell, not just due to the mission, but thanks to the fact that, though Miranda, Krory, Link, Bookman, and Kristia probably wouldn't bring anything up—Tiedoll and Marie both wore suspiciously pleased expressions—Lavi and Lenalee were never going to let the already-insecure, parasitic exorcist live it down.
At a purposeful pace, the trio soon reached Allen's room. Hastily, the cursed boy shoved his key into the lock, twisted it, and pushed an earsplittingly creaky door open into the comfortable, darkened room.
Kanda followed behind the boy, stopping in the door frame and causing the sixteen-year-old to turn around and mutter, agitatedly, "you can either go out or come in. Make up your mind."
Link observed from across the hall as the swordsman took a few careful steps into the room and clicked the door shut behind him.
Kanda's eyes wandered as the boy pulled a small, leather suitcase from the wardrobe and hastily crammed some changes of clothes and a few toiletries into it before yanking it closed and fastening the latches with a metallic click.
Only when Allen began hurriedly stripping off his three-piece suit did the swordsman's gaze cease its journey around the too-tidy room, latching on to the newly exposed, milky-white skin of Allen's back.
Dark eyes secretly trailed over the boy's slight but well-toned frame, studying an underlying grace in Allen's rushed movements.
All too perceptive of the world around him, the younger exorcist threw a wary glance at the swordsman, who immediately averted his eyes and grunted something inaudible at the stone wall.
Allen felt the blood rush back into his face, though the boy's lips turned slightly up at the corners, forming a small, embarrassed smile.
"Hurry it up, Moyashi. We don't have all day," Kanda grumbled, still refusing to look at the boy, even though Allen was mostly dressed by then and was fumbling with the red ribbon around his neck.
Moodily, the swordsman marched over, took the crimson tie into his sword-callused hands, and tied it with refined prowess.
"Let's go," Kanda mumbled, heading towards the door.
Impulsively, Allen's hand shot out to halt the man in his tracks. "Kanda?"
"Hm?"
Allen paused a moment, gazing down at his feet. "Thank you," the boy whispered, stealing a single, chaste kiss from the swordsman. Allen pulled away quickly, a sweet smile on his angelic lips.
Their eyes met for a moment, before Kanda looked away, returning to the door. "Che. Whatever, idiot," Kanda replied blankly, pulling the door open.
Caught off guard, a startled, red-headed bookman stumbled through, catching his balance just in time to avoid being impaled by the wicked-sharp weapon of a more-than-pissed and barely-blushing swordsman, who continued his assault, throwing the blade into a deadly arc, which Lavi parried with his Innocence, ducking behind Allen's small figure and smiling all the while.
"Awe, come on Yuu. I'm happy for you and Allen!" The red-head beamed. "Besides," Lavi added. "I just came to bring you your suitcase. I packed it for ya!" Kanda eyed the trunk in the Bookman's left hand, strode over, ripped it from the red-head's grip, and stormed out of the room, growling profanities as he made his way out onto the grounds, Allen, Lavi, and Link following closely behind.
Why stop at one? Why not bring the entire Black Order?
