Here's the next chapie~

Uhhh yeah. So I didn't beta this before publishing. Please spare my life for my horrendous mistakes. *Now corrected*

It's pathetically short, but I have a migraine and as soon as I reached a natural break I thought to myself: "Screw it. This is as far as I'm going tonight, and I need to publish before my readers cut me into small pieces and feed me to a tank of ravenous sharks."

So here it is. With some fluff and some mischief and a good dose of a certain Usagi, who just happens to be in all the right places at just the right times.

PLAYLIST UPDATE: Innocent Sorrow-Abingdon Boys School (Just happens to be a -Man opening song).

Enjoy, my bunnies. And feel free to tell me that I need to start writing more.


Though nothing could compare to Jerry's culinary expertise, dining on the train wasn't bad…though it would be extremely unlikely to find Kanda anywhere near food that wasn't soba.

Allen on the other hand…

"Wait," Miranda interjected, "where's Allen?"

"Yeah, it's weird that he isn't here," Lenalee mumbled, studying the I-so-know-something-you-don't expression on Lavi's face.

"It's not like Moyashi-chan to miss a meal," the smirking junior Bookman agreed.

"Why do I get the feeling you know something I don't," the Chinese girl muttered.

"I'm sure he's doing just fine right now, Lenalee," Tiedoll said with a warm, knowing smile.

The Dark Boot's accommodator narrowed her eyes suspiciously at a silent, stolid Marie.

"I know you know what's going on, Marie," the Chinese exorcist began.

"Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to sa,y" Marie apologized, sadly.

Kristia looked up from her dish. "Kanda didn't come with us either," the small blonde voiced from the neighboring table.

"Yeah, but that's not surprising," Lenalee grumbled, spearing a bite of pork violently.

"Now, Lenalee-chan, why ever do you sound so serious?" The junior Bookman asked, fighting the urge to smile.

"Because I'm worried and none of you will tell me anything," the girl exclaimed, throwing down her fork.

"Do you really want to know?" Lavi immediately dropped his act, voice adopting deliciously dark notes and lips stretching into an unsettling smirk.

"Yes!" Lavi climbed onto his chair and leaned over the table to whisper in the girl's ear, finishing with another smirk as he sat back down and waited for realization to hit her.

The rabbit knew he was victorious when a deep, crimson blush settled across her fair cheeks.

"Oh," she whispered.

"What is it?" Miranda, Krory, and Kristia inquired simultaneously, looking towards the newly enlightened, blushing exorcist, who found herself at a loss of words.

Lavi snickered quietly.


Skin for addicting contact, lips for unrestrained passion. Admiration for love, hurt for comfort, frustration for solace, pain for pleasure and an addicting, addicting state of blankness that washed both minds free of agony, intermingling their thoughts until neither knew which hand was whose, what heartbeat belonged to whom, or where among the many they really were.

Worries lingered in the gentleness of slender fingers against scarred skin. Confessions hid behind curtains of sapphire and silver.

"Aren..." A soft-spoken word against swollen lips-a decadent accent-a name-deliciously pronounced and arousing.

Oxygen lured their lips apart, but the path was never obscured, never lost.

Somewhere in between, several garments had been discarded, revealing one Japanese Greek god and one perfectly toned, British canvas, decorated by countless shadows of battles past.

Strong, sword callused hands traversed Allen's spine, eliciting a small moan from the smaller.

"Kanda..." An irritated sigh responded bringing forth a fateful memory from the haze of Allen Walkers mind. "Yuu..."

"Mm."

Parted lips left clearance for the swordsman's tongue, which slipped dexterously into the younger's mouth and explored with hinted aggression but passivity enough to drive the silver-eyed teen mad.

And Allen pressed back lustfully, not caring when gentle caresses turned bruising or that the lips on his throat exposed teeth which left blooming traces in their wake.

Silver eyes snapped open. "Yuu-chan!" The compartment door swung in, unveiling the expecting face of a way-too-fucking-pleased, redheaded rabbit.

"No" Kanda growled murderously, slamming the door back in place and shifting the lock closed. Not this time, Usagi.


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Until next time, my bunnies.