IT'S STILL THE WEEKEND, OKAY.

Ehehe, I remember watching the Grammys last year and writing the first of these.

… That is so freaking weird. Good gods, I am so damn slow.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man.

Habit

The train car was silent except for the rushing sound of the wheels beneath it, taking them to a small town that was still almost three hours away.

Bookman had given Lavi a giant pile of papers – as usual, Kanda had no idea what they were for – and had told him to be finished with them by the time he returned or else.

Kanda had read through the mission papers and was now attempting to meditate or sleep. It wasn't like Lavi could ever tell the difference, anyway.

He had almost succeeded in falling asleep when he became aware of an odd tapping sound. The samurai tried to ignore it, but it kept going and kept going and he was going to kill something.

Amazing how a little noise could get on your nerves so bad.

Kanda opened one eye, searching for the source of the tapping sound so that he could kill it.

He blinked. It was Lavi. Well, damn. I can't exactly kill him.

But he was tapping his fingers against the paper in the most infuriating way possible, and looking like he didn't even notice that he was doing it at all. But if he kept doing it, Kanda would have no choice but to kill him.

"Stop that."

Lavi looked up. "Stop what?"

Kanda growled. "That." he pointed at Lavi's hand, which was still tapping.

Lavi glanced at his hand, and then gave a wicked grin. "No. It helps me focus." His eyes went back down to his work, and his fingers resumed their infernal tapping.

Kanda stared at the Bookman. Scratch that, he thought, I might just have to kill him this time. He couldn't think about anything, his mind only noticing the tapping.

I have to make him stop. But how? When Lavi wanted to do something, it was very difficult to get him to do otherwise. How was Kanda going to stop him, aside from cutting off his hand, or his head?

Got it. The bluenette smiled to himself. Lavi would never see this coming.
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Lavi wasn't really paying attention to his work. How could Panda-jii expect him to get through all of this, anyway? Wasn't he supposed to be focusing on the mission?

It was kinda funny to make Yuu mad, though. Lavi hadn't even noticed that he was tapping his fingers until Yuu got all pissy about it. So, of course, Lavi had to keep doing it, just to annoy him. It was actually really fun to watch the samurai's eye twitch.

… Aaand Lavi had absolutely no survival instinct. At all. Oh well.
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Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The redhead's fingers tap against the side of his book, and the Japanese man on the other side of the car looks ready to strangle him.

Suddenly, without warning, the samurai leans forward and grabs the Bookman Junior's hand, effectively silencing the tapping fingers. Then he leans further forward and kisses the other boy, effectively silencing any protests he might have tried to make. To be honest, though, it doesn't look like the redhead is really protesting. At all.
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Well. Now Lavi knows how to make Kanda kiss him. Not a bad thing to know, really, he thinks as he pulls Yuu closer to him. Not a bad thing at all.

Holy baloney. I'm halfway through.

… Dammit. I'm halfway through.

Does anyone still read these? I'm afraid I'm making them really repetitive or something…

- Ruyax