Hello, bunnies~ I felt good yesterday, so this is a 2000+ worder
Fluff, obnoxious Lavi's, traveling, Tiedoll, and some swearing
Enjoy, bunnies~~~
Travel by train was always obnoxious …especially when it was completely unnecessary and only enforced because Lvellie was such a paranoid ass; undoubtedly so, for the train from Headquarters' neighboring city to Southampton was nearly completely booked; and also because a certain red-headed rabbit spent most of the trip (Kanda had been landed in the same compartment as Lavi, Allen, Link, Lenalee, and Bookman) expressing his displeasure at Kanda's vitriolic tendencies… vociferously.
"Come on Yuu—" Lavi climbed into his lap, pinning the swordsman's wrists to the seat.
"Don't call me that!" Kanda, having his hands tied up, aimed his only available limb (Lavi was sitting on one of his legs) at the rabbit's midsection.
"I wanna know details!" Lavi whined, catching the swordsman's shin between his ankles with little to no effort.
"I said no!" Kanda shouted, untangling his limbs from the junior Bookman's death grip and shoving the unrelenting man gruffly to the other side of the expensively upholstered, cushioned bench and almost into Lenalee, with an irritated growl.
Persistently, the rabbit hopped right back, wearing the same, stupid grin on his face, prompting the swordsman to leap to his feet and draw his beloved Mugen. Silver metal streaked through the air, narrowly missing Lavi's left ear before returning in the opposite direction with twice the force.
"Kanda!" Lenalee yelped concernedly.
Lavi's smiling face twisted, and he released a hiss of pain as Innocence blade slipped cleanly through the sleeve of his uniform and slid across the skin below, leaving a long, thin line of crimson across the man's deltoid.
"Enough," Bookman huffed, small body springing into the air, trained hands striking the two upside their heads. The irritated Bookman returned to his meditation, closing his dark-rimmed eyes and lifting his short legs back onto the cushion.
Reluctantly, Kanda sank back down into his seat, throwing a dangerous death-glare at the red-haired exorcist and sighing when Allen's silky, silver-white locks touched down on his shoulder and the boy's peaceful, sleeping form pressed against his side, one petite hand finding its way to the swordsman's.
A blonde-haired inspector sat across from them, observing indifferently, much contrasting with Lavi, who had perched himself precariously on the edge of his seat, craning his torso far out into the compartment.
"So tell me," Lavi smirked, rocking back and forth excitedly.
"Screw off!" Kanda roared back, his temper about to snap. Then the swordsman's eyes darted to Lenalee. Her delicate hands slid across Lavi's coat as she wove her needle through it in tiny, even stitches, pulling the tear back together. "And mend your own clothing, Baka Usagi—"
"Shhhh…" Lavi warned, clamping a firm hand down over Kanda's frowning lips. "Or you'll wake up Allen." How the hell he can sleep through this, the swordsman thought, I will never understand. Che. Letting his guard down—you wouldn't let anything happen to him—that's not the fucking point! "Yuu?" a dismayed red-head waved his hand around in front of the Japanese man's nose. "Yuu?" Snap out of it!
"Don't call me that!"
The compartment door slid open noisily, revealing a coal-eyed, edgy finder, who announced to Bookman, Lavi, Link, Kanda, and a sleeping Allen in a shaky voice: "Uh…w-we'll reach the p-port in about f-five minutes." The raven-haired man glared mercilessly at said finder, who fidgeted with the cuff of his heavy, off-white, trench-coat and shook his long, untidy mop of brunette curls into his face, obscuring the pair of deep-set, charcoal orbs. "And G-General T-Tiedoll would like to s-speak to 'Yuu-kun?'"
"What did you just call me?" Kanda hissed, jerking to his feet and accidentally letting a sleeping-Allen fall onto the bench. The boy woke with a startled yelp.
"I'm so sorry!" The finder cried, bowing. "I'm new to the Order, and I still don't know who most of you are! I swear I'm just repeating what the general—"
"My name is Kanda, and if you ever call me that again, expect to lose your head," the swordsman said icily, shoving past the finder as he stalked moodily into the neighboring compartment, where Tiedoll sat, waiting for him.
Momentarily confused, Allen glanced around the compartment, his eyes stopping on the heavily blushing finder who stood paralyzed in the doorway.
"Don't mind Kanda," Allen advised the horrified finder. "Traveling makes him a bit irritable," The silver-eyed boy laughed nervously.
"What doesn't," Lavi groaned, apathetically rolling his emerald eye and leaning into the window. An awkward, silent moment ensued.
"So," Allen transitioned, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "I'm Allen. What's your name?"
Miranda, Krory, Marie, and Kristia were currently engaged in some sort of card game, occupying most of the small compartment. Every once in a while, one would let out a groan, surrendering a hard-earned portion of dinged-up, multicolor poker chips to the round's winner. Kristia was currently leading; an unstable, unorganized mountain of disks almost entirely concealed her pixie-like frame.
"Yuu-kun," Tiedoll greeted, putting on his signature smile.
"Don't call me that," the swordsman growled, his voice lacking the usual acid most always carried.
"Why don't we take a stroll?" Froi suggested, ruffling his disheveled, silver hair.
"To where?" Kanda grumbled. "We'll be at the port in less than five minutes."
"True…"
"What's this about anyways?" Kanda huffed.
The general smiled. "I want to hear about my son's love life, of course," Tiedoll replied gleefully.
"Damn you all!" Kanda threw open the compartment door and stormed back out.
"Alright. You can tell me all about it later," Tiedoll called happily after him.
After crossing the English Channel, nine exorcists, an inspector, and Bookman found themselves on another train ride, which was mercifully far less crowded than the first, and that ran straight through to Italy. Well…almost straight through; their train stopped in Paris and Bern for a few hours each as well as making several short stops along the way.
A certain short-tempered, long-haired swordsman had—without hesitation—located the sleeping car, darted in to an empty room, and slammed the door closed behind him. No light entered the tiny space, nor did any sound.
Kanda's hand slipped into the deep pocket of his long coat to retrieve a gleaming, silver pocket watch, which he clicked open. One thirty in the morning. After not having slept in days, the swordsman had just begun to feel the effects.
Kanda's movements were sluggish, his eyes heavy, and his thoughts cloudy as he reviewed himself on the mission details and reasoned out why their party had not yet encountered even a level one.
Their congregating in Italy explains an overall absence in the rest of Europe, so an hour of sleep couldn't be all that terrible, the Japanese man decided, settling himself into a comfortable position on one of the beds (which included fussing with his long, dark hair so that he wouldn't wake up with severe bed-head), closing his obsidian eyes.
Just as the sleep-deprived samurai began to slip under, the lean body of a white-haired, silver-eyed, parasitic-type moyashi appeared in the entrance and a small, anxious question with it.
"Kanda?" Allen asked.
"Who else would it be, Moyashi?" A sonorous, impassive voice returned.
"It's Allen, baKanda. A-L-L-E-N! Is it really that hard to say?"
"You're a 's the end of it. Now keep it down; this is a sleeping car."
"Were you asleep?"
"Not really," Kanda sighed, dragging himself into an upright position on the hardly-agreeable bed. "What do you want?"
"General Tiedoll—"
"The answer is no," the swordsman grumbled, sinking back into the sheets.
"Aren't you going to let my finish?" Allen exclaimed.
"No."
"If I didn't know any better," the parasitic-type exorcist taunted, "I'd say that you're afraid of talking to Tiedoll!"
"As if, Baka Moyashi!"
"You're hiding in the sleeping car!"
"I haven't slept in three god-damned days!"
"That's your problem, not mine, you arrogant bastard!"
"What did you call me?!" Kanda leapt out of the raised cot, landing and drawing Mugen in one seamless, graceful movement.
"Well, I'm going to go get something to eat," The silver-haired general announced.
"But General," Lavi began. Tiedoll had already risen to his feet, heading towards the compartment door. "Allen's not back with Kanda yet."
"Hm. You're right." The general appeared to contemplate it for a moment, then shrugged it off with an almost unnoticeable (this did not slip passed the Bookmen) smirk.
"Would anyone like to come get food with me?" Tiedoll asked, popping his head into the neighboring booths.
"I'll come!" Krory announced, enthusiastically.
"Me too," Lenalee smiled. Marie, Kristia Bookman, and Miranda joined in as well.
"What about you, Link?" Tiedoll inquired of the blonde inspector who was currently making his way down the aisle in the opposite direction.
"Walker hasn't come back yet, which concerns me," the inspector stated, blankly.
"I'm sure he's fine," the art-loving general replied, adopting a subtly persuasive tone. "So come ahead with us, won't you?"
"I should really find Walker—"
"Don't be obstinate," Tiedoll grumbled, grabbing hold of the inspector's hood to drag him along.
Then it dawned on Lavi.
"You weren't expecting them to come back, were you?" The red-head realized, with a wide grin.
In response, Tiedoll offered: "those two need some quality alone time," chuckling quietly to himself as he headed towards the mouthwatering scent of grilled eggplant.
What had begun as a verbal quarrel quickly transitioned into a physical brawl.
Kanda lashed out with Mugen, and Allen parried with his Clown Belt, throwing back an attack of his own, which the swordsman avoided with practiced dexterity, muddled, choppy insults flying like daggers between the two all the while.
Mugen hooked back in a quick assault to Allen's stomach, but the silver-eyed boy adjusted slightly, causing the blade to travel in a fruitless arc, due to all the momentum Kanda had put into it.
This left Kanda's right side open and Allen aimed a kick at the man's ribcage, only to be swiftly blocked by the swordsman, who took the opportunity to land a blow square on Allen's chest, knocking the boy off balance; the swordsman had foreseen and planned the entire sequence only moments before.
What Kanda did not expect, however, was the frantic, gloved hand that shot out and caught hold of his long, black hair, yanking it roughly as the parasitic exorcist fell. Kanda immediately surrendered to the force, landing heavily on top of the boy.
"Fuck," the swordsman swore in pain. "Moyashi," he snarled dangerously.
"Ouch," Allen moaned, his head throbbing violently.
Kanda let out a hiss. "Let go of my hair, brat!"
"S-sorry," Allen mumbled apologetically, releasing his hold on the blue-black locks.
"Che," Kanda spat. "Whatever." Both remained quiet for a moment, each trying to catch their breath after having the fall knock the wind out of their lungs. When Allen's breathing evened out, he recognized that Kanda was on top of him and that their faces were nothing more than a few centimeters apart. This fact alone caused the boy to completely forget the pounding in his temples as blood quickly rushed to his cheeks.
"What, Moyashi?" Kanda growled, annoyed by the boy's silence.
"Nothing, baKanda," Allen shot back, glaring icily, extremely thankful that the darkness hid his obvious blush. "The floor just isn't that comfortable," The white-haired boy groaned.
So whiny, Kanda noted with a smirk. Half irritated, half distressed, the look on Allen's face was irresistible. Don't you dare start this crap again, Kanda warned himself. The white haired boy let out a tiny whimper as he attempted to shift his left leg out of the awkward, painful angle it was presently bent into. Shit.
That did it. Just as Headquarters was not properly equipped to defend against Komui's mad, experimental robots, the barriers of Kanda Yuu's mind were not fortified to withstand the forces of Allen Walker.
"Mm," Kanda's baritone voice hummed. "I could agree with that, Moyashi." The gentle notes in Kanda's tone caused Allen, who was more than a little heated and flustered by then, to shiver as goose bumps ran down the length of his body.
"It's Allen, baKanda!" The sixteen-year-old snapped back, averting his gaze from the swordsman's piercing, black eyes.
Carefully, Kanda wrapped one hand around to the small of Allen's back, placing the other under the boy's neck as he drew them both back to their feet and pulled the smaller frame flat against his own.
"Kanda?" Allen asked, shakily.
"Mm?"
"You never gave me an answer," the boy replied quietly.
"To what?" The raven-haired man asked, puzzled.
"Yesterday," Allen mumbled. "When I told you I loved you—" The silver-eyed boy cut off abruptly, tensing in the swordsman's strong embrace.
"Just say what you're thinking already, Moyashi. My patience is running short," Kanda muttered crossly.
"You never told me how you felt," the boy whispered.
"Che," Kanda snorted. "Feelings aren't exactly my thing if you hadn't noticed."
Oh hell no.
Allen looked up at him, cheeks flushed, pink lips pushed into a small pout, eyebrows knitted together, and for the first time in quite a while, The Feeling, made an appearance.
"Damn it, Moyashi…" Why does he have to go and make that face! "I'm not saying it a second time, so you'd better god-damned listen, got it?" The parasitic boy nodded his head vigorously.
I'm only saying this to appease you! Kanda barked at The Feeling.
"I love you, Aren." The silver-eyed boy shuddered at the use of his own name, his actual name.
Kanda Yuu—cold, stoic, arrogant, bastardly, moody, suave, sexy Kanda Yuu used his real name.
This has to be a dream, the boy thought, slightly lightheaded.
"I love you too, Kanda," Allen breathed.
"Che. Don't call me that; you're voice sounds too much like Lenalee's." What the hell are you saying? Kanda's inner voice shouted.
"Then what am I supposed to call you, baKanda?" Allen asked, rolling his eyes.
"Yuu." Why can't you just shut up?
Allen's face went sheet white. "You're not serious, are you?" The boy questioned, hesitantly.
"Weren't you livstening, idiot? If it's just you and mew, call me Yuu." Kanda turned his head to the side, casting a feral glare at the poor, unsuspecting pillow that Allen swore would have picked itself up and bolted if it only could have.
Allen's perfect lips spread into a heartbreaking smile, and he closed his eyes, tightly hugging the raven-haired swordsman.
"I love you…Yuu." Allen's sweet voice sang. The name felt smooth as liquid on Allen's tongue, and the cursed boy instantly decided that he loved the sound of it.
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