I actually remembered to do this chapter sort of on time! I had about three different ideas for this one, but I threw them all out. Why is this getting so hard? And why didn't I just choose to do ten or fifteen or something? I'm gonna die by 50…

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man

Fruity

Kanda sighed. It was exactly a week after Easter and Lavi was driving him crazy.

The idiot had made himself sick from eating too much chocolate and candy during Komui's disastrous Easter egg hunt. Now, with no more sugar in sight, he had turned to fruit. He was driving Jerry to distraction, always sneaking into the kitchen and sneaking back out again – it was amazing how stealthy the baka could be sometimes – with a handful of apples, plums, pears, oranges, cherries, strawberries, or whatever other fruits he could get his hands on.

Lavi seemed to be able to get sugar-high on anything, forget real sugar. It seemed to get worse with real sugar, though. And at the moment, he was driving the samurai completely crazy.

The redhead was bouncing around the room, making a complete and utter fool of himself. Bookman wasn't around to hit him with one of his crazy ninja-kicks, so the teen was free to be an idiot.

"Lavi." The boy turned at the sound of Kanda's voice. "If you don't sit down and shut up, I will kill you."

Lavi stuck his tongue out at Kanda, squinching his eyes shut. "Make me," he teased.

Kanda smirked. If you want to play it that way, then here you go. "Fine."

He grabbed Lavi by his sleeve and yanked him against his body, smashing their mouths together a little harder than he had meant to. Oops. Oh, well.

Lavi was surprised enough that he still didn't talk even after Kanda let go. He stared at Kanda, slightly surprised. Kanda rolled his eyes. "Is that all it takes to shut you up? I should have figured it out sooner."

Lavi laughed. "I love you too, Yuu."

… Still don't like it much. And it's short. Oh well.

Aaand I have no idea what I'm doing for the next one. It's likely to be longer, if I can get myself to write it. Hrm.

See ya next week (I hope)!

- Ruyax