Wow! What a late update, huh? Would you believe it if I told you that even though it's been a month since I put almost anything up, I still get mail about THIS story almost every day? DAMN! You people rock! Again, I like reviews, and "Write On"s. ALSO! See the bottom for an announcement on a another story I'm working on that might appeal to D. Gray-Man fans and those who just like a good blend of action and humor!

I don't own either D. Gray-Man or Naruto.

The Problem with Revolving Doors

A glorious copper-gold sun was smiling up there in the sky as it watched the green grass and open fields below.

Of course, as soon as it saw Kanda's abnormally angry face stare out the window, it tried to hide behind some trees and look very small, meek, and helpless. Perhaps then it would be shown mercy. However, all hope of mercy or just politeness was shot dead when Lavi knocked on the Japanese boy's door and cooed his 'good mornings'. "YUUU~ Chan! Time to get up! MISSION DAY!"

"I GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, USAGI BASTARD!" The door swung open, and for the second time in twenty-four hours, Lavi was struck directly on the nose and fell backwards. Mugen didn't really seem to care that Lavi was whining and bleeding and holding his likely broken snout, or even that Allen was now running over to help the injured and shouting harsh threats at Kanda. However, the sword was particularly interested by the sighing, docile-looking boy leaning in the frame of his own door.

Mugen was suddenly very close to the "innocent bystander".

But the Kaguya boy ignored Kanda's glare and raised one eyebrow in question. "Not a morning person?"

Kanda scowled and felt his face tighten with annoyance.

BAM

--

"Hah... hah... I bet... I got him that time." The Head Officer hunted the destroyed office for the remnants of the rodent. "Well, Komukins, did I kill you this time? Hmm~?"

And his message was quickly responded to with a thump on the head. Komui span around and saw the chattering squirrel push a box of 'well-hidden work' off of a high shelf and disappear through a hole in the wall. The bushy tail of the demon-squirrel vanished.

"OH NO!! I must get it before it finds Lenalee!!" Komui shrieked. The man tumbled around the fallen paperwork and out the door, still tugging his weaponry along.

--

"What the hell is going on over here?!"

"Huh, is that... Oh boy..."

"Ahahaha~! WHOO! Go Kanda!"

"Kick his ass Kimimaro!!"

"Eh? They're at it again!"

"Yep. Right in the hallway. Awesome. HIT HIM! HIT HIM!!"

"Holy shit! Look out!" Mugen flew past the heads of a few surprised Finders. It stuck of the wall, going completely ignored. After all, the battle was more interesting on leveled ground.

Kanda and the newbie pushed away from each other and stood; fists ready and a few knuckles already bleeding on both sides. Kimimaro was sporting a reddening spot, which was sure to turn into a black eye before the day was done, and he spit some blood from his mouth where Kanda had managed to his him on the cheek. Kanda wiped the blood form his split lip and continued his attempt to size down the opponent with a cold glare. His wrist was already starting to hurt. He had to give Kimimaro credit there; his head was harder than a rock.

A swift round-kick nailed the samurai on the left thigh, though it did little more than severely tick him off. Kanda threw another punch at his chance, but Kimimaro managed to step back barely in time to dodge it. He wasn't fast enough to evade the kick to the side of his head.

And before anybody could even say "Daaaamn! That looked like it hurt!" The two fighters were on the ground, trying to kill one another through wrestling. With the younger disoriented, Kanda was able to get him into a chokehold in a few easy movements. Kimimaro jabbed back with his elbow a few times, stabbing Kanda in the gut hard, but with little reaction. It was bound to turn into a blood bath.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" Lenalee, having come to the rescue, grabbed Kanda by the back of his shirt and tugged him back. The Japanese landed flat on his back, surprised and angry as ever. The crowd ebbed into a frightened silence.

Because pissing off Lenalee was worse than flipping the bird to the Millennium Earl himself. Other than Lavi and Allen, who were obligated to stay, everybody quickly found escape routes.

"Kanda! What were you doing?!"

"Che."

"You know that you are not to be getting into any fights, let alone with new members. I should have my brother take you off of mission duty for the next year for what you did!"

Bam. Kanda was silent and completely civil. Lenalee didn't even have to get her clipboard. The dark haired boy stood up, casually walking away and making his way to the canals. Allen and Lavi hurried after; avoiding any scolding Lenalee might have in store for them.

Which, they knew perfectly ell, left Kimimaro a sitting duck.

But hey, somebody had to be the decoy. And nobody in their right mind would volunteer for the job. They glanced back one final time at their surely to-be-dead comrade before rounding the corner and disappearing.

The ninja pushed to his feet, thoroughly pissed off and in need of an excuse to "accidentally" kill Kanda. And by "accidentally", he meant he was going to stab him in the face.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lenalee offered a hand and helped him to his feet, which wasn't something the Kaguya boy knew what to make of.

"Fine."

"Ah, good. Kanda can be a bit difficult sometimes, but don't let it get to you, okay?" She smiled sweetly.

"... Right." He too was soon off towards their destination. Lenalee, however, was actually lucky in that he left so quickly.

Otherwise, he'd have seen her blushing.

--

".Hell." Kimimaro raised one eyebrow as he looked at the ridicules glass-propeller-like-thing ahead of him.

Lavi patted him enthusiastically on the back. "This is a revolving door, see?" He spastically ran around in a full circle in the door. "See? It's cool! WHOOPS!" Lavi glanced up at the clock. "Well, we need to get moving! C'mon buddy!!" The redhead darted back through the spinning entrance and was off and gone before another word was uttered.

And again, Kimimaro was left baffled in the street. He tapped the glass. It moved slightly. "Huh." He pushed it, following it around.

CLICK.

The glass stopped moving and trapped him inside, between the inside of the building and the safety of the outside world. When he punched the glass, it didn't even register a crack. He glimpsed a little sign in the upper part of the pane. It read "Industrial safety-glass! Designed to withstand hurricane-force winds!"

"Dammit," he whispered.

Like it? Let me know. I can't promise quick updates because of the yearly test and homework surplus, but I will try.

~~ STORY ANNOUNCEMENT~~

Under the profile The Court Cards, which you can get to quickly from my favorite author's section, I am the main writer of our little series there. A lot of time and effort went into The Fools' Journey, and feedback is great! And we're always looking for suggestions and help. So, pop by and have look at the story, alright?!

Vote for Panda!!!

o_O