Imitation Black

by tysunkete

AU. Lavi has two professions. Internationally renowned photographer of Japan's top model Kanda Yuu and matchmaker for his designer cousin, Reiichi. Too bad Reiichi doesn't like models. Project Runaway-ness. KandaOC

34. Cosplay Date

-Imitation Black-

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Cosplay Special

aka

Lavi's birthday present

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Aimo aimo

Neder rushe

Noina miria

Ender prodea

Fotomi

Koko wa attaka na umi dayo

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In all his 20 years of his life, Lavi had known Kanda for 6, and it was going on to 7, but Kanda had never once given him a birthday present. In fact, he couldn't remember if there was a day in which Kanda actually celebrated his birthday, come to think of it. It kind of sucked to have a best friend who was such a douchebag, but it can't be helped. It was one of his friend's cute points after all.

But it still didn't mean he couldn't try.

"Ne, Yuu-chan…" he prodded the pointedly ignoring model reading the newspapers, whining loudly. "My birthday's in four days,"

Kanda shifted a little, still ignoring him.

"I want a present from Yuuuu~" Lavi drawled annoyingly, causing the Japanese to cringe visibly. "Me want present! Me want present!"

"I don't fucking care," Kanda snapped, trying to wave him away. "Where the hell is Rei?" he muttered more to himself.

"Heh…missing her already?" the redhead grinned teasingly, wagging a finger at him. "She's in the bathroom, if you really want to know," he continued, a sly look in his eyes. "You could go call her or something,"

"She's making us late," Kanda scowled.

"Like I said, go call her out," Lavi shrugged.

The model scrutinised the photographer who just kept trying to look innocent for some reason, but then he realised he didn't really care after all. Getting up from the kitchen table, he went over to her door and rapped on it.

"Woman, what's taking you so long?" he called, but there was no answer. "Rei?"

It was still silent, so he knocked another time, still getting no response. "Rei, what the hell are you doing in there—" he began, hand trying the door knob and he found out that it was unlocked. Then again, he never really noticed if she locked her door or not. He frowned, deciding to just barge in. "Rei—"

Any words that he wanted to rant instantly died upon his lips when he opened the door, for the person he was looking for was staring back with equal shock. Reiichi also had one hand on a door knob, but that was the bathroom's door, and she was clutching a towel that was wrapped around her body to cover her chest. The towel's width was short—too short—because Kanda's eyes were trailing up her bare legs up to her thighs and—

He felt someone shove him rather forcefully from the back, causing him to stumble rather ungracefully into the room and would have sprawled on the ground, if not from his fast reflexes. "What the fuc—" he whipped around, only having a glimpse of one green eye that sparkled before the door slammed behind him.

It took Reiichi a few seconds to comprehend just what happened and she shrieked. "KANDA! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" she stepped in back into the bathroom and slammed the door, face heating up in embarrassment. "GET OUT!"

"I FUCKING CAN'T OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" he shouted back, snarling as he tried to wrench the knob open but failing rather badly. "USAGI GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND OPEN THE GOODAMN DOOR!"

Only a whistle across the door greeted his ears and he whacked his own head against the door, groaning. "Usagi," he hissed, "If you don't open the door on the count of three…"

"You'll what?" Lavi sang cheerily unfazed. "Kill me? Well, haven't you tried that one too many times already?"

"Fuck you, usagi," Kanda growled, kicking the door once for good measure.

The bathroom door opened slightly and Reiichi poked her head out, refusing to look at Kanda. "Lavi, open the door, and let Kanda out," she started off calmly, but anger was starting to seep into her voice.

"Aww, but you'll thank me one day for this!" her cousin whined back, not budging.

"Trust me, I will never thank you for this," she retorted back, cursing the retardedness that is her cousin whom merely cackled back.

"You have ten minutes, Rei-chan," Lavi grinned. "Or you'll really be late,"

Reiichi glanced at her clock and cursed again, pacing in the bathroom not knowing what to do. She always changed in her room since the bathroom floor was always too wet, and she never really locked her door because Kanda never came in when the door was closed, but today seemed like a different story.

"Rei, hurry up," Kanda grumbled outside. He was sitting down against the door obviously in a bad mood.

"I can't step out, you idiot!" she frowned through the crack at the bathroom door, "I'm only wearing a towel!"

"Not like it's nothing I haven't seen before," he rolled his eyes, but apparently that was not the answer she was looking for.

The silence that came after that was loud and pretty painful.

"…Woman?"

"I've never said anything about you sleeping with other girls but that was…that was…" Reiichi clenched her fists, and her voice sounded visibly upset.

He felt a stab of guilt, scowling slightly. Sighing irritably, he got up and stalked over, yanking the bathroom door open and ignoring her small scream of shock.

"K-kanda, what are you…" she edged away, face red from mortification as she tried to cover herself as much as possible without causing the towel to slip.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her out and shoving her towards the closet, turning away to stand back to back behind her. "I won't look," he stated. "So hurry up,"

There was another still minute of silence before he heard a rustle and he knew she was changing. He tried to not let his mind wander, choosing to focus on other things in her room, like the desk that was now littering with files and papers full of sketches, the bed that had a few soft toys on it...and there was a small notebook that poked from beneath her pillow. Was that a diary?

"Okay," Reiichi's voice sounded from behind him. "I'm done," she gathered the dirty laundry and started folding them, neat stacks appearing within seconds.

"Why did you take so long?" was the first thing he demanded, eyes flicking to the clock.

"My shower head was botched," she sighed, knowing the reason why it was botched now. Idiot cousin.

Reiichi straightened up once her clothes her folded and tried to give him a smile, but she couldn't really meet his eyes. "Well, let's go then—"

Kanda reached out suddenly and pulled her into a kiss, mouth attacking hers passionately and she blushed heavily, hands reaching up to grasp the front of his shirt before her legs gave away to the sheer intensity of his move. It was one thing to kiss him, it was another to kiss him first thing in the morning. He tasted like the green tea he was probably drinking, a slight bitter but addictive flavour that prompted her to respond back. A minute later he pulled back and looked seriously at her, jaw set grimly. He kept silent, not knowing what he had wanted to say, or that he even planned to say anything at all. Reiichi offered a shy awkward smile back, releasing her grip slowly.

"Couldn't take your hands off each other?"

Both of them jumped a few metres apart, blushing equally hard as Lavi grinned at both of them, leaning lazily against the now open door. The male redhead watched interestingly as Reiichi's eyes widened in clear embarrassment and she tried to cover her already red face, while Kanda turned his flushed cheeks and death eyes upon him and started to advance.

Perhaps it was a sign to run.

"USAGI YOU GET BACK HERE!"

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After the extremely uneventful morning, they went to work as per usual. Poor Kanda, he was starting to consider going up the offices because Lavi just won't shut up about his birthday, even if it was still four more days away, that dork. After all Lavi put him through, cough, like this morning, cough, was he really obligated to give something to the redhead freak? Wasn't just being his friend an honour by itself?

"Usagi…" he hissed, feeling so irritated that he was one step away from storming out and taking the elevator up, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up,"

It wasn't a request, but an order. It was riding on his nerves so much that he started to prefer Lavi teasing him about Reiichi any day, because those were more tolerable, since well, he did kind of like her and she always reacted in a way that boosted his ego even more than it should be. Hey, he was a model, he was allowed to have confidence.

"But Yuu…" oh god the idiot wasn't shutting up. Didn't they have something productive to do today? "I want something from you this year," the redhead sobbed, whined, annoyed him for all he was worth. "If you can die for me, I don't see what's so hard about giving me a present!"

"I will never die for you," he retorted back mercilessly. "You don't need a fucking present, retard. You can go buy whatever shit you want with your own goddamn money,"

"It's the thought that counts—"

"I'll show you what I fucking think—"

"Er, guys, what's going on?"

Both of them turned to look at the doorway of the kitchen, spotting Reiichi looking at them with a rather suspicious look. In her defence, they looked like they were doing something rather questionable. For some reason, Kanda had his shirt off and was currently pressing her cousin against the kitchen counter, while Lavi seemed not at all bothered that he had a half naked man trying to strangle him with one leg shoved between both of his to prevent him from escaping.

"Yuu~" Lavi cooed, a smirk riding on the edge of his lips. "I'm feeling something hard down there,"

Kanda jumped back like he had been burned by fire, face flushed with indignation and anger. "I'm not fucking turned on!" he snarled, feeling rather sick that Lavi actually said something like that.

Eww.

Ugh.

"Did I say that?" Lavi brushed himself nonchalantly, straightening up. "I meant your phone," he grinned at how red his friend's face was going. It was like a mixture of fury and embarrassment. How cute. "Oh ho, Yuu, what exactly were you thinking, hmm?"

"I wasn't—fuck—I—" the model spluttered, groaning exasperatedly and eventually deciding on just two words. "Fuck you," he hated how Lavi was grinning like a mad man, that skeezer.

"Now, Rei-chan," Lavi bounced over to his cousin who just stared in shock, horror, or disbelief, he couldn't really tell. "Don't give that face. Your boyfriend's libido is just rather high—"

Kanda shoved Lavi, hard. "Don't fucking talk about my sex you fucking idiot," he snarled.

Reiichi just burned with embarrassment, not knowing what she was supposed to say. Or if she was supposed to say anything at all. The thought of Kanda having a…okay, nevermind, it was better to clear her mind now. Purge. Think normal things.

"Fantasizing, eh?" Lavi whispered to her, ducking the swipes that Kanda was trying to make at him.

She blushed even harder, eyes widening in mortification as she kicked him and hauled him roughly by the collar. "Shut up, Lavi," she hissed, unable to believe how much her cousin just liked to torture her, especially in Kanda's presence. "Shut up,"

Kanda finally whacked the back of Lavi's head and huffed angrily. "One day," he threatened. "One fucking fine day I will murder your fucking ass,"

Lavi pried Reiichi's fingers away from his shirt and hugged her, ignoring the death threat by his best friend. "Aww, don't be angry, Rei-chan," he patted her, squeezing her tightly, kissing her lightly by the cheek to which Kanda cringed and looked away. "I've missed you~"

"I saw you this morning," Reiichi sighed, but she relaxed, anger slowly seeping away.

"Does that mean you didn't miss me?" her cousin pulled back and demanded. "Is there a law saying that I can't miss you?"

Reiichi blinked at the sudden ferocity. "Uh, no…"

"You love me, right?" Lavi asked seriously.

She furrowed her eyebrows, not really getting where he was going with all the random questions. "You know I do,"

Lavi's lips melted into a cheesy smile. "Does that mean you're going to give me a present for my birthday?" he asked hopefully.

"I always give you a present," Reiichi answered, confused.

"SEE!" Lavi whirled towards Kanda who had tuned out their cheesy disgusting conversation. "EVEN REI-CHAN IS GIVING ME A PRESENT!"

"What do you mean "even"?" Kanda retorted easily. "She's the first person that would give you your fucking present,"

"That's true," Lavi agreed unabashed. "But you love me! And you don't want to give me a present! Where's the logic in that?"

"I don't fucking love you," the model spat, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to give you a present, so deal with it, loser,"

Lavi sobbed dramatically. "Rei-chan, can you convince your boyfriend to play the part of a best friend and give me a present this year?" he begged, whining.

"It seems like he doesn't want to give you one," she replied back simply, shrugging. Then she turned towards Kanda and frowned. "Why are you not wearing a shirt?"

"Am I not allowed to not wear a shirt?" he raised an eyebrow, smirking just a little bit. He could tell she was desperately trying not to look at him, but it was failing.

"But don't you want to ogle at his perfectly chiselled and well defined abs—" Lavi started, but was cut off by Kanda.

Honestly, hearing that from a guy was rather disturbing, not to mention it was his supposedly best friend. "If you really want to know," Kanda huffed. "All of it is your cousin's fault," he glared at the other. "He ruined my shirt,"

"It was an accident!" the other denied.

"Che yeah, who the hell eats ice cream in the goddamn morning?" Kanda snorted. "You totally wanted to get that on my shirt, you ass,"

"Honest accident, Yuu," Lavi grumbled. "Anyway, you like parading around shirtless in front of Rei-chan, don't you?" he smirked. "Your shirt was probably dry since an hour ago,"

"Shut the fuck up," Kanda sniffed, standing up to head out of the kitchen, presumably to find his shirt.

"Really, Lavi, ice cream?" Reiichi raised an eyebrow unimpressed as she watched Kanda walk out.

"There was nothing else in fridge, and I was hungry," he defended. Huh. Seriously, when it was an honest mistake, no one believed him. "Rei-chan, why don't you call Yuu by his first name?" he asked suddenly.

"Hmm? Say that again?" Reiichi mumbled, head in the fridge to find a drink.

"Yuu," he stated again, waiting for her to sit down beside him before continuing. "Call him by his first name,"

She paused before she opened the can of green tea, blinking. "…What for?"

He looked incredulous. "Aren't you dating him? Using his first name is kind of special, so you should use it!"

"I'm not—" she immediately started, but it was futile.

"You are dating him, period," her cousin declared, not caring at all. "Anyway he uses yours, so what's the big deal?" he raised an eyebrow. "Use it, yes? Yes?"

"How about no," she rolled her eyes, taking a sip.

"Why not?" he whined, swiping the drink off her, waving the hands that tried to take the drink back.

"Because…" she started, watching him drink her can with slight annoyance. He only looked back at her expectantly. "It's kind of…well," she sighed. "Only people in Kanda's childhood call him that, you know? With the exception of you of course," she added. "And I'm fine with his last name,"

"But everybody else calls him 'Kanda'!" he protested. "It's not nearly as awesome as 'Yuu'!"

"I had the impression that 'Kanda' was a relatively rare last name," she snorted, stealing the drink back after his gulp.

"Well, you will be a 'Kanda' too eventually,"

Reiichi nearly spat out her tea. "I.." she blushed, knowing exactly what he was trying to imply. She huffed, trying to keep calm. "Lavi, just…stop it,"

Lavi grinned. "I will, if you use his first name,"

"No," she said firmly.

"Yuu-chan and Rei-chan sitting in a tree~" her obnoxious cousin started singing, much to her humiliation. "K-i-s-s—OW OKAY—OWWWW!" he pouted, rubbing his sore shin that got repeatedly abused. "That hurt!"

"That was the point," she sniffed.

Though, it was never enough for Lavi to learn. "Come on, just this once," he whined.

"No,"

Lavi frowned, thinking of a way that will force her to agree. "I'll make a deal with you," he decided eventually.

"…What kind of deal?" she asked suspiciously.

"Call the man by his first name once, and I'll stop bugging you about it!"

She crossed her arms, unimpressed. Honestly, was this the best he could do? "You could just stop bugging me now,"

"Not happening," he grinned, wriggling his finger at her lazily. "Deal?"

"I don't even know why I'm even considering this," she muttered.

"Because you love me," he replied in a heartbeat. "Since you've agreed—"

"I didn't agree yet!"

Lavi didn't even bat an eyelid. "You considered, so it means that you agree! Anyway, since you have agreed, these are my terms," a creepy grin crept over his features. "Either you call him by his first name in front of me, or you call him that in private and tell me what Yuu says after that by this week," he went on, ignoring the protest that she obviously want to say. "I'll keep to my end of the deal and never ask you to call him by his first name until you're married,"

"No, you don't even bug me about it as long as I live and into after life," she corrected.

Lavi frowned. "Until your first child,"

"Lavi!" Reiichi smacked him painfully on the shoulder, flushing. "Will you stop that?" she demanded. "Any more, and the deal is off," she threatened.

"Fine," he pouted, sticking out his smallest finger. "Deal?"

"We're not kids, Lavi," but she smiled dryly and hooked the finger with her own pinky, pressing their thumbs together. "Deal,"

Lavi held on tight to her finger, not letting go. "Actually, there's another deal I wanna make with you," he paused for a moment. "Do you think you can make Yuu give me a present?"

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"...You're his best friend, and you've never given him a birthday present," Reiichi raised a skeptical eyebrow. "..Ever."

Kanda didn't reply, opting to put his feet up and grabbed the remote, leaning back on the couch. It was too early to swim, and he was feeling too full from dinner to do anything else anyway. It wasn't like he was making an effort to spend more time with Reiichi. Just saying.

"Ever," Reiichi repeated disbelievingly. "Ever."

"I thought you knew," he rolled his eyes, waving her away from standing in front of him.

"No, I thought you just didn't feel like giving him a present this year," she pressed on. "I can't believe in the past what, six or seven years you never bothered!"

"The truth hurts, who cares. Now let me watch," Kanda huffed irritably, flipping through the channels.

"But you're his best friend!"

"And I don't give a damn," he replied easily. "I don't care about birthdays or whatever shit holidays which involves giving—"

"You're such a jerk, you know that?" Reiichi slid into the couch next to him, watching him flip the channels so fast, they were in a blur. "Lavi's always psyched about your birthday tillI even know that day it is - 6th June - and you don't care about his?"

"I never asked him to give me all that crap,"

Pause. "Well, I admit he did give you the most useless things—"

"Like a crossword puzzle book? A scented candle? A rock? A paper weight?" Kanda turned to look her to prove his point. "What the hell do you do with a paper weight?"

"Weigh down paper?"

"Does it look like I need a paper weight?" he gestured around.

"Point," she conceded. "But he's your bestfriend," she emphasized.

Kanda nearly laughed. "You think that I have an insane wackjob as my best friend? Are you kidding me?"

Reiichi sighed. "I knew it. Lavi's been living a delusional life with his non-existent BFF,"

"So now you know," he concluded, turning back to the television.

Shucks, there was nothing to watch, he thought absently, flicking the channels back to where he started browsing. Reiichi took the remote off his hands seeing as how he was so undecided on the channel, switching it to one that she was familiar with.

"How about sharing his present with me?" she asked, pressing the next button repeatedly.

He scowled, not really understanding why she was suddenly so insistent on this. "Didn't you get him one already?"

"Nope. I was waiting for the right place to buy it and it so happens that it's this weekend,"

Waiting for the right place? That sounded a little odd. "No," he refused.

"Come on, he'll be happy," she finally settled on some cooking channel, muting it for the moment and turning to him.

"Rei, your cousin is retardedly happy even without the drugs," he deadpanned.

That's true. "Please?" she asked nicely, smiling expectantly.

Kanda merely looked at her, not impressed. "Convince me," he smirked, folding his arms. Was it her own imagination that his voice suddenly went more…husky?

"I can…" she cursed, remembering the last time she tried to bribe him and failed. "…cook soba for you,"

"You and I both know I'm the better cook," he raised an eyebrow.

Reiichi huffed, thinking hard. What could she do to convince him? Honestly she didn't know. The last time, she said something about cleaning his house, his car, his sword, but all were refused. As far as she knew, soba was probably the only thing she could have used to persuade him, but it was rejected. She scowled after a few minutes of silent thinking.

"…You just want me to say "I'll do anything you want", isn't that right?" she grumbled.

"Probably," he smirked, shrugging.

"So," she sighed. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" he murmured, turning to gaze at her intensely, and then he started to come closer to her, to which she looked around nervously, backing away.

"K-kanda, um, could you not—" she stuttered, well aware of how he was advancing like a predator to a prey, eyes gleaming with something dark and sinful, a permanent smirk curled on his lips.

"You said anything, didn't you?" he drawled, voice low and sensuous, jolting a streak of fire that went down her spine.

"B-but—" the way he stalked towards her nearly made her heart stop, for he just radiated so much want that she was starting to feel rather intimidated. She continued to back away uneasily and nearly squeaked when she realised she was nearly falling off the edge of the couch.

Kanda merely smirked wider, revealing a tiny bit of his canines. Slowly he wrapped one hand around her shoulder, purposely brushing any revealed skin with his fingers, causing her breath to hitch. She blushed hard, realising that he was watching every single reaction of her body, and that thought nearly sent her brain on overdrive, because she wanted to die of embarrassment. Words were just stuck in her throat—then again, it wasn't like she was thinking at this point. He leaned forwards and she shut her eyes, anticipating a kiss.

But nothing of the sort came.

Suddenly a heated breath passed the base of her jaw and she jolted her eyes open, blood rushing directly to her face. Another breath blew past, this time, lower on her neck and she let out a small gasp, squirming at the suddenly her entire neck just felt like it was on fire. Kanda held her still, a small dark chuckle passed his lips and she felt small puffs of breaths from that.

"Kan—ah—" she arched slightly when his other hand came to touch the other side of her neck gently, pads of his fingers slowly tracing an unknown pattern on her skin. His lips brushed against her collarbone, eliciting another hitch from her—and with shaky hands she grabbed the front of his shirt and grasped tightly, not able to take the sudden onslaught of sensations that crawled up her neck and spread throughout her entire body.

Kanda moved towards her lips, mouth never making much contact but being close enough for her to feel his presence, all while making sure that he was making eye contact with her. With one finger, he dragged it along her jaw line and titled her chin up, feeling the shiver that trembled throughout her body, watched as she closed her eyes immediately, unconsciously, clenching her grip on his shirt tighter and tugging him forwards.

Nothing came.

A few still seconds later, Reiichi slowly opened her eyes, Kanda's smirking face very prominent in her vision.

"You jerk!" she flushed with mortification, shoving him away and scrambled to her feet. "W-what was…what was that for?" she demanded, still horrified that he had just been playing the past few minutes.

"You seemed like you wanted it," he shrugged, causing her to redden even further.

Reiichi gave out a strangled noise of frustration, glaring at him. "You're coming with me on Saturday," she seethed as much as she could without breaking into a stutter, turning away with a huff and storming back to her room.

Kanda only smirked.

---

Saturday came pretty quickly; well, maybe because it was just a day or so away. Whatever. Reiichi pulled Kanda into her room after breakfast, reaching into her closet and taking out a shirt and pants combination on a hanger. It looked pretty simple, long blue pants and a white shirt with the shoulders in blue and a logo of a plane with three stars on the left. There was also a red tie with a cross on it.

"Why the hell do I have to wear this?" Kanda eyed the outfit Reiichi was trying to make him take with a bit of disgust. "It's a damn uniform!"

"Because," she sighed, trying to force him to take it. "We need to blend in,"

"No, I'll look like some stupid freak!" he growled. "How the hell is this blending in?"

"Kanda," maybe she should have told him this earlier, but then again, she was still annoyed at how he had played her that day. "We're going to a cosplay convention—"

"A WHAT?" his disbelief was clearly felt by her.

"Cosplay convention," she repeated for his sake.

"Why do we have to go to some freak gathering?" he demanded. "Shit, everyone there is going to be another usagi—"

"We're getting Lavi a figurine that can only be bought from there," she explained. "He had wanted it since forever, and there are only a limited number of pieces produced. At the convention, I believe there's this person who is reselling it,"

"And how do you know this?" he asked suspiciously.

"…The internet?" she replied as though obvious.

"Fine, okay," he understood that part. "But that doesn't mean I have to dress up like one of the freaks!"

"Disguise, Kanda," she tapped her foot impatiently. "You do know what will happen if you went there as Kanda Yuu, don't you?"

Yes he did know, he inwardly grumbled. He hadn't forgotten all the times he was molested, nearly raped, you know, the usual. "That's why I don't want to go," he sniffed.

"Too bad, you are," she glared at him, daring him to back out. "Now go change and come back when you're done," she pressed the hanger into his chest, pushing him out of the room.

When he came back in uniform with a rather disgruntled expression, Reiichi had successfully put her contacts and long light pink wig on, adjusting the corners and pining a clip, just to be safe.

"What the hell is that?" he stared at her, frowning. He didn't really like how different she suddenly looked, especially since she was wearing blue contacts and the colour was just something he wasn't used to.

Reiichi ignored his question, standing up and gesturing him to sit on the chair. He did so reluctantly, staring at a mirror she had placed on the desk and feeling like he was in a makeup room. She let loose his ponytail, combing her fingers through his long tresses gently and gathered the front bangs he usually left alone up, hands expertly tying a ponytail with a red string. In his honest opinion, he still looked exactly the same. Anyone would have been fucking blind to not recognise him. He told her that rather plainly.

Reiichi scowled slightly. "I thought you wouldn't want to wear a wig,"

"I don't," he agreed. "So can we not go?"

She gave him a look that said they were going no matter what, and he frowned at that. Weaving his hand through his hair, he just stared back into his reflection and wondered why the hell he was going through all this.

"Who the hell am I supposed to be again?" he asked, still scrutinising his face.

"Alto. Saotome Alto," she replied, adjusting the back of his shirt a little.

"Aldro—what?" he swore he had heard fucking adoration in her voice.

"Alto," she repeated, shaking her head at how he always defiled names. "Ever watched Macross Frontier?"

Kanda frowned. It sounded stupid, like all the other shows. "What's the hell is that?"

"It's something like Gundam, only with a love triangle," then she paused. "Oh wait, Gundam does have a love triangle,"

Well, seeing as how he had never watched Gundam or whatever, it wasn't quite helpful. "Be more specific, woman,"

Reiichi thought for a moment. "I'll show you," she decided finally, flipping her laptop on the desk open and opening a media file with a few clicks. "Watch this,"

---

"You're telling me this stupid show is about some stupid alien trying to kill mankind and singing is the only thing that can save their stupid colony?" Kanda voiced his clear disbelief at how ah, stupid, pardon the overuse of the word, the show was. "This is more shit than that show with the blonde bitch—"

"His name is Cloud," she glared at him, annoyed.

"Tch, whatever," he snorted in a tone that told her he didn't really care. "Fuck, he looks so gay," he commented, eyes watching one of the episodes of the anime that she was showing to him with barely concealed disgust.

"Kanda, I don't think you're qualified to make that statement," she nearly laughed, grinning. "You look exactly like Alto does,"

"No I don't," he spat, cringing as the man they were talking about blushed on screen as he talked to a green clad girl. As if he would ever do that. "I don't look so damn weak,"

Reiichi let slip a snort that clearly told him she thought otherwise.

"And who are you supposed to be?" he asked, suddenly noticing that she was wearing the exact same outfit as the female in the anime, a green loose top and black shorts, plus black high socks. The pink hair was also pretty similar, as was the blue eyes.

"I'm Sheryl," she smiled through the mirror at him, words freakishly in tune with the character on her laptop. "Sheryl Nome,"

---

Kanda took his red Ferrari because he could at least choose what car he wanted to drive—and it wasn't like Reiichi protested or anything. In fact, she looked rather happy when she commented that Sherry—Sheryl—whatever, drove a red sports car as well. The convention was held in town, and Kanda didn't realise that Japan had so many like minded freaks, seeing that the event was rather big. There were about a ton of people milling about in various costumes and weird hair, and that was just outside a building that they were all queuing to get into. Naturally everyone turned to eye his car when he drove into the carpark, but he sped (dangerously, Reiichi would add) all the way to the top where it was pretty empty.

Kanda rubbed his eyes a little, still not used to the light brown contacts he was wearing. As if changing his eye colour was totally going to disguise him. Not. He checked himself one last time in the rear view mirror, ignoring the eye roll that Reiichi didn't bother to hide and let himself out of the car. Reiichi hopped out of her side own her own, adjusting her clothes and tapping the sliver boots she wore on the ground gingerly. Then she realised Kanda was staring at her, eyes roaming over her body and she stopped fidgeting.

"Kanda?" she peered at him. "Something wrong?"

His eyes snapped back to her face, a faint tint of pink was barely apparent, as though he was guilty of something. "Those shorts," he frowned. "Too short,"

Reiichi glanced at her shorts. "Well, they are shorter then I what I usually wear," she agreed, then shrugged, pulling out a pair of sunglasses from one of the pockets and sliding them on. "But I'm Sheryl Nome now," she smirked in an almost arrogant like manner that he just stared in shock.

It seemed like Kanda didn't get her, so she explained as they started walking towards the lift to get out of the carpark. "When you cosplay a character," she started. "You have to become the character. It's something like acting, in a sense,"

"So you're being a bitch because—"

She scowled at him. "I'm not bitchy,"

"Then what was the whole," he tried to mimic her, a smug expression and all that, "'But I'm Sheryl Nome now'," he rolled his eyes.

"Is it any different from," she raised an eyebrow at him. "'I'm Kanda Yuu'?" she questioned mockingly.

"I never said that cliché shit," he denied.

"The way you walk says it all, Kanda," she shook her head. "Anyway, do you remember your character?"

"Saoteme Alfred—"

"Saotome Alto," she corrected sighing.

"Whatever," he crossed his arms, not caring. "Professional flyer of some private military, was a gay actor and then quit despite his father's bitching, a two timer douchebag, and wears a girly earring because he's outrightly gay,"

"Kanda…." she groaned. "He's not gay, will you give that up?"

"No, I won't let that down,"

Reiichi paused in her step. "D-did you just crack a joke?" she turned to him incredulously to which he ignored and sauntered past her. She ran to catch up. "In any case," she huffed, "Alto was a kabuki actor who isn't gay and he keeps Sheryl's earring because it conveys her feelings and—" she gave him a look that cut off any question that he wanted to voice, "—he did not two time the girls," she frowned. "He was just dense,"

He shrugged. "Sounds like a stupid excuse,"

They reached the lifts and pressed the button, the door immediately opening for them as though it had been waiting all along.

"Anyway, Alto ended up with Sheryl in the end, so he did choose one of them eventually," Reiichi said, and then glanced at him as they rode the elevator down the levels. "Kanda, will you stop scowling every other second?"

"Are you expecting me to smile?" he asked back with a flat look.

"No, " because well, him smiling voluntarily was just a scary thought. "Just…don't look so angry all the time," she smiled slightly. "You aren't Kanda Yuu today,"

---

If Kanda thought the outside was crowded, then the inside of it all was pure hectic. In fact, he was seriously considering to drag Reiichi back to the car after they entered the building, since he did not particularly like people touching him. They and the other freaks were all trying to squeeze their way through, some sticky arms of people brushing past him, and all he could smell was sweat, sweat, and more sweat. He sorely wanted to puke. He grinded his teeth, annoyed. One second later he started to shove people out of his way, unable to keep his patience, ignoring the indignant curses directed at him as he more or less moved forward.

Reiichi spotted him slipping through the crowd and she tried to follow, only that the gap he created when he moved was immediately filled with someone else's body.

"Kan—" she shut her mouth before she blurted out his name, suddenly remembering that the point of them cosplaying today was so that he wouldn't be recognised. She groaned when she saw him getting further. "Alto!" she called, hoping that he at least remembered the name she was trying to drill into him in the car. "ALTO!"

Unfortunately, either the crowd was making so much noise that he didn't hear her, or that he actually forgot his character's name.

She sighed heavily, knowing that there was only one choice left. "YUU!" she shouted, praying that his first name was not as famous as his family name.

Up ahead, Kanda immediately stilled, whipping back to the source of the voice and frowned when he saw her a distance away from him He scowled, shoving people out of the way again as he stormed back and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forwards.

After a few minutes of being dragged, Reiichi finally stumbled out of the human sardine pack, breathing heavily. Kanda was fanning himself, leaning against the wall as he cooled down. Reiichi peered around, noticing that they were in the area of the booths selling doujinshis, art works, and more importantly, figurines. They were in the right place.

Suddenly, Kanda looked at her directly. "What did you call me?"

She froze, already forgotten that she had so conveniently used his first name. "Sorry, you just didn't respond to me when I called you and your last name is particularly troublesome to shout," she explained, hoping that he would stop looking at her like that.

He pursed his lips, frowning, and she grew slightly apprehensive. "Say it again," he stated.

"W-what?" she blinked, not expecting that at all.

"Say my name again," he repeated, grabbing her wrist to make sure she didn't try to run away or something.

"Um," she willed herself to calm down, trying not make it a big deal, but unfortunately it was. Just a few minutes ago she had done it because there was no other choice, but now, it was remarkably different. Saying it now had a rather intimate connotation to it. "Er…um…" honestly she was trying to say his name, but it was a bit difficult considering how she had started blushing and there was no turning back.

He looked at her expectantly, waiting.

"..Y-yuu," she finally stuttered, cursing herself for being such an idiot and overreacting to every single thing. She didn't get why he had wanted her to say his first name, but she was putting it down to seeing her being flustered. Again. Ugh.

Kanda paused, taking in her voice. It was rather different actually, the way she said his first and family name. With Kanda, she always said it rather casually since she had been addressing him by that ever since he met her. But with Yuu, it suddenly felt like they were going on to a new stage, a new phase of the sort, of their life together. It was slightly frightening to think about, since they had been together for only what, a week or more? Yet he couldn't deny he sort of liked it. Sort of. Well, she definitely didn't maul his first name.

"Che," Kanda released his hold on her finally, scoffing. "It sounds a lot more annoying when the usagi says it,"

Reiichi scowled, deciding to never call him by his first name ever again, not if she wanted to go through another repeat of a tongue tied experience for some stupid reason. "If you're done comparing," she frowned, trying to cover up her blush, "Let's go get what we came here for,"

---

Kanda couldn't fucking believe it, but Reiichi had been right all along.

No one actually recognised him.

Reiichi had pulled him along the rows and rows of booths selling various things, mostly fan art. He didn't really recognise much of the characters in those pictures, but it seemed like Reiichi did, for she would stop at a certain booth, linger her eyes on certain pieces, then smile slightly like she was living in her own world—to this he honestly could not understand—then turn and continue browsing other booths. She didn't stop to buy anything, thought it seemed like she wanted to at times, like there was this poster of Dante—yes he remembered the stupid name because of the stupid poet—short white hair, almost in the same clothing as his Wrath shoot, and smirking deadly with a gun.

Yeah whatever. He was definitely better looking in all accounts.

Reiichi had paused, glanced at him for one moment and there was this tiny smirk she had on her lips—he wasn't lying, seriously—and then she sauntered off to another table. He sort of hated how she was insistent on being "in character" or whatever the hell it meant, because suddenly she was acting a little like what he would, and that was a bit unnerving.

Anyway, back to the main point. No one recognised him.

It had to be some bogus hex conspiracy or something. Honestly, he still fucking looked like Kanda Yuu, except for the choice of clothes—he would never be caught dead wearing this goddamn uniform—but when he trailed after Reiichi, no one came to grope him or shriek in excitement or whatever the hell you name it. The whisperings that naturally buzzed when he was walking around was also slightly different.

"Hey, look at that Alto," one girl in a maid costumes giggled, whispering not so secretly to a girl beside her. "He's pretty hot, isn't he?"

"He's one hell of a cosplayer," someone else muttered, boy or girl, he didn't know, didn't care, but whoever it was was dressed a medieval dress of sorts. Freak. "His wig looks real, doesn't it?" he or she nudged the person beside who also stopped to stare.

"Actually, he looks real," the other murmured back, eyes trailing up and down his body. "We've got to find him at the cosplayer's area later,"

Huh. Of course he was real. He was Kanda Yuu, dammit.

"Hey dude, that Sheryl—"

This caught his attention when he recognised Reiichi's character name and he turned to glare at whoever it was who spoke. It seemed like the guy who was speaking didn't notice him, for he turned to his friend and continued his sentence. "—look at her legs! Man, I wished she wore that Sagittarius 9 PM costume,"

The other asshole nodded in agreement, and whistled in appreciation as Reiichi bent forward to look at something at the booth she was at, oblivious to the other two staring perversely as her shorts rode up a little, revealing even more of her milky smooth thighs. "I wonder what size she is. You think she's as big as Sheryl?"

"Like I said, Sagittarius costume,"

Kanda didn't get what the fuck a Sagittarius costume was, but he sure as hell didn't like the way they were talking about her. He sent them both one of his most chilling glares that could have frozen hell over, and he watched with satisfaction the moment both of them met his eyes and gulped rather audibly even if they were a few feet away, hastily shuffling away.

Losers.

"Alto!"

Who the fuck was Aldro?

"Alto! Ugh, Kan—" Reiichi grinded her teeth, annoyed that Kanda just wouldn't respond to his character's name. She shut her eyes exasperatedly."Yuu!"

Kanda whipped around almost immediately, facing her. "What?"

She stalked over, face slightly red and huffing. "Will you at least try to remember that you're Alto today?" she groaned.

"Tch. Whatever," he snorted. "Are you done? I want to get the hell out of this freak zone,"

"Kanda," she said quietly, making sure no one heard his name. "You are currently dressed as one of us 'freaks'," she rolled her eyes, tugging him by the tie to make him move along. "Anyway I found the booth with Lavi's present. It's up ahead,"

"Che,"

But he relented and followed her towards a booth whose table was overcrowded with figurines. Some of the figurines were rather explicit, in suggestive positions and such. Well, they obviously weren't in realistic body proportions, he snorted. He would know, duh. The owner of the booth was a seemingly overweight man with small eyes and spectacles, and he was scrolling his mouse, face planted into a laptop. He didn't really like the look of the man, then again, he didn't like anyone else, so he stood next to Reiichi as she approached the owner.

"Hey, I contacted you online for the figurine?" Reiichi asked, and the man took his face out of his laptop and blinked at her.

"Sheryl Nome," he murmured more to himself, pushing up his glasses. "I was expecting you,"

She contacted some dodgy stranger online? What the hell? Kanda was about to bombard her with questions but the owner had dug out from underneath the table and placed a box on his booth table. "Never even opened once, in tip top pristine condition that I assure you," the guy was saying. "Ordered one year ago. Just as I told you online,"

Reiichi picked up the box, eyeing the figurine that was inside. He peered, curious about what was so great about this figurine. It was just a girl with the most ridiculous hair he had ever seen—whose hair was that long? Not his. Whose hair was of that colour? Teal? What the fuck? Red headphones on the head, eyes that were too large in proportion, wearing another what seemed like a uniform ensemble. It was all black save for the edges and tie that was also in teal. The skirt was way too short for anyone to wear. On the figurine's left arm, there was a number of 01.

Huh. Why the hell would Lavi even want this?

But apparently he did, since Reiichi nodded satisfactorily and pulled out a few notes from her pocket and handed it over. The owner's glasses gleamed, counting the money quickly.

Kanda stared disbelievingly. "You carried 20 000 yen in cash? Are you crazy?" then the more important part of it dawned upon him. "Wait, that thing costs 20 000 yen?" he demanded incredulously.

"It's actually 17 000 yen," the man corrected him, setting the money down on the table after counting. "And I'm charging her the exact price that I got it for,"

"17 000 yen?" Kanda repeated disbelievingly. He was rich and that kind of money wouldn't have made a difference to his bank account, but hey, he knew what he could get with 17 000 yen, and that thing was definitely not worth that kind of money. "What's so great about that stupid figurine?"

The man looked highly offended. "It's Volks' 1/6 scale Hatsune Miku Encore version," he rattled on even if Kanda didn't know what the hell he was talking about. "It's a super limited edition figurine, made to order, even. I got this a year ago, but due to personal reasons, I have to let this baby go. Such a shame,"

"Such a fucking waste of money," Kanda commented.

Reiichi shook her head and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, giving him a look. "We're getting this for a friend, so he doesn't exactly appreciate its value," she explained to the owner who still looked disgruntled as he took out a plastic bag to place the figurine in.

"Before you go," he handed the plastic bag over. "Could I have a picture with you?" he ignored the fast rising dark aura of Kanda. "I'm really a big fan of Sheryl Nome, you see—"

Kanda wasn't about to stand around and do nothing. He grabbed the bag out of the other's hands, scowling. "No, she won't," he answered for her, grabbing her wrist. "Let's go," he turned around without a second glance and stalked off, dragging Reiichi behind him.

"I'm sorry!" Reiichi smiled apologetically at the owner as she felt herself being dragged away, nearly tripping when Kanda increased his pace.

"Why the hell did you even apologise to him?" he growled once she was walking beside him in pace.

"It's normal to want to take pictures with a character that you like," she sighed. "It's part of cosplay,"

---

They went back to the carpark, keeping Lavi's present in the boot. Kanda had thought his job was done—they had gone to get the usagi's present, but Reiichi wasn't on the same wave length as him. When he made to unlock his car, she stopped him, tugging him towards the lifts again.

"I thought we're going back now!" he demanded, refusing to move.

"But I want to see the cosplay area," she said, willing him to step away from his car.

"No," he refused.

"People don't come to a cosplay convention and not see the cosplays," she insisted.

"Woman," he growled. "There's no point in seeing freaks parading around in freaky ass weird clothing. You can see that on your stupid laptop. We're going back,"

"Kanda," she scowled impatiently. "We're going. I don't care if you don't want to," she glared. "Not after what you did to me that day,"

He raised an eyebrow coolly. "What did I do?"

"You…you..." Reiichi couldn't believe it. She flushed, very tempted to strangle him. "You…"

"I…?" Kanda merely looked back at her, smirking.

"You…" she cursed, not knowing what she was supposed to say or to describe what he had done to her without embarrassing herself.

He snorted triumphantly. "I didn't promise you anything," he concluded. "So I say we're going back,"

Reiichi frowned, not liking how he was twisting everything to his advantage. She was Sheryl Nome now, wasn't she? Sheryl Nome would have made sure things went her way. Before he moved towards his car, she stepped closer to him, placing her hands on his waist, ignoring the thrill of her heart that immediately started to course. She felt him stiffen in surprise beneath her touch, and she bravely kept a cool face as she gazed right into his eyes.

Slowly, she trailed her hands around to his back, gently brushing against that area of his spine which he had told her she shouldn't touch in case of, ahem, happenings. Kanda tried to keep it cool, but he was still rather shocked that Reiichi was doing this to him. Her fingers felt particularly good on his back—gently caressing, teasing his sensitive skin beneath the slightly rough cotton of his shirt. Shit, he was starting to eye her neck that gleamed in the most enticing manner, but he willed himself not to react until she touched that particular place that totally broke his self control.

It was almost like magic, because Kanda just stood there stone still until the moment she touched a particular spot, he leaned down immediately fully intending to take her, but she yanked his tie and started to pull him away at that moment, causing him to tumble forward and walk involuntarily.

"Fuck," he cursed, growling with humiliation at how he had been so easily tricked. "Why the hell did you do that?" he demanded.

"Hmm?" she glanced at him nonchalantly. "What did I do?"

"You…you…" he almost spluttered, scowling deeply when he realised she was doing the exact same thing he had. "Damn you,"

Reiichi smirked slightly, snorting as she led him back into the godforsaken building.

Kanda hated Sheryl Nome. He really did.

---

The cosplayer's area Kanda would say, was a massive freak gathering that was organized by freaks and for freaks. He nearly cursed quite violently when some mecha brushed past him. How the hell did that huge thing get in the building in the first place? Reiichi on the other hand, was quite excited about it, whipping out her phone to capture it on camera.

"That's got to be really expensive," she marvelled at the huge thing—that he now noticed was made of cardboard—as it ambled slowly through the tons of cosplayers hanging around.

"Alto-kun!" some girl placed her hand on his arm when he walked past and he nearly shrugged it off in repulsion. "Can I have a picture?

"No," he immediately declined, snorting and turning away.

"Then why are you in cosplay?" the girl frowned, offended.

He totally meant to ignore her and walk on, but Reiichi glanced over.

"Alto," Reiichi smiled at him though she was giving him a warning look. "Just one picture, okay?"

"No," he glared back. His fucking job consisted him of being in front of the camera all day. You would think he'd like to choose for once whether he wanted to be taken a stupid picture of.

Reiichi relented at his scowling face. "Sorry about that," she waved the other girl off who grumbled and walked unhappily away.

"Kanda," she explained softly to him once she was out of earshot. "If you don't agree to let them take your photo, you're going to stand out more,"

"I didn't ask for this," he retorted.

"I'm sorry," she sounded genuinely apologetic and she squeezed his arm lightly. "Just for a short while, okay? I promise I won't stay too long,"

"Che," he snorted, shutting his eyes. Honestly he couldn't say no, because that would just to be an outright asshole to her. "A short while," he finally agreed.

"Thank you," she smiled in that way that always gave him this flutter in his chest. Not. He was not becoming cheesy, ugh.

They walked around for a bit more—there were tons of photographers and cosplayers, and Reiichi recognised a few of them. A lot of them were dressed in the different characters of vocaloid—Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, Kamui Gakupo, Shion Kaito, Megurine Luka—all in different outfits of their different music videos. The usual mainstream animes were pretty popular as well, such as Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Bleach, and of course, the overwhelmingly hype of Naruto.

And then there were others like Suzumiya Haruhi and Lucky Star—she nearly died laughing at the bewildered expression on Kanda's face when he saw this particular group dancing to the Hare Hare Yukai and Caramelldansen, or how he cringed at the pinkness of the Love Me jumpsuit of Skip Beat.

She did notice how he sometimes growled when she started taking photos of some of them, like Date Masamune of Sengoku Basara. She thought it was rather amazing how the cosplayer had managed to stay balanced with those six words of the character, but Kanda was muttering about how unrealistic it was to handle six swords.

It was inescapable that they would be pulled into taking photos, and Kanda didn't have a choice when Reiichi nodded. Luckily she didn't really ask him to do anything, but she sometimes she would link her arms a little with him, smile, and once the photographers went away, she would immediately let go with a not so well hidden blush and smile at him to walk onward. It was rather odd that he was allowing her to do whatever she wanted today, but it felt strangely good to see her carefree with just them alone, like they were on some kind of date.

"Izaya…" she murmured, eyes lighting up when she spotted some weirdo who looked rather anorexic in a black fur coat smirking creepily with a switchblade.

Well, it would have been a date if Reiichi would stop looking at all the cosplayers. What's so great about this pale dude who probably did drugs with too much eyeliner? He definitely didn't get it at all.

"Alto-kun! Sheryl-san!" some young girl's voice called, and Reiichi looked up from her phone to look around.

A rather short girl with a green wig and yellow uniform waved enthusiastically when their eyes met, trying to weave through the mass of people to get to them.

"Ranka?" Reiichi muttered more to herself.

"Who the hell is Ranka?" Kanda frowned, not liking how the other girl called them so causally.

"She's the other girl Alto was apparently 'two timing', like you said," she explained before the girl was in ear shot.

"Alto-kun!" Ranka beamed, patting her green wig and making sure wayward strands went back to place in her bid to rush over. Reiichi totally did not miss the appreciative sparkle in the young girl's eyes as she excitedly stared at Kanda. "You really really really look like Alto-kun!" she clasped her hands, almost squealing with joy.

Kanda on the other hand, was feeling rather pissed that he had been insulted that he looked like the weak girly boy in the anime.

"And Sheryl-san!" the girl turned to her, grinning. "This is great! I haven't seen anyone else in Macross Frontier cosplay!" she beamed. "Do you guys want to collaborate a little?"

Reiichi glanced at Kanda who tried to pretend that he wasn't part of the conversation. "Um…" she looked uneasily at the girl. "Sorry, we're not going to stay very long,"

"Just a few pictures!" Ranka pleaded. "Come on, we've got tons of photographers waiting around already!"

True enough; a few photographers were not so discreetly standing around them fiddling with their cameras waiting around for them.

Truth is, Reiichi didn't really mind, but she knew Kanda would absolutely hate it. "Sorry," she repeated, smiling slightly at Kanda who only huffed in impatience. Translation: Can we go now?

"Just one then?" The other girl continued to press. "Just one pose, and you guys can go. Please?"

"If she says we don't want to, it means that we fucking don't want to," Kanda snapped, annoyed.

Ranka flinched at little in surprise, staring at him.

Reiichi winced at his tone. "Ka—Alto!" she sent him a look, in which he snorted at.

"Che,"

"Sheryl-san, can I speak to you for a bit?" Ranka smiled sweetly at her, slightly intimidated by Kanda. She pulled Reiichi a distance away from Kanda who looked boredly at the ceiling, wishing to get the hell out of here. "Ne, Sheryl-san," she started once Kanda was out of earshot. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Huh?" Reiichi blinked. "Er no, he's not," she immediately denied by reflex, but a second later she realised no one here actually recognised them.

"No?" Ranka looked surprised, and then started to grin. "You think you can introduce me? He's kind of scary but he's mega hot," she sneaked at look back at Kanda. "What's his real name? Or can I have his number?"

Reiichi frowned, not liking how Kanda always attracted girls even with his bad attitude. "I can't," she answered eventually. It was true, because she just couldn't. She liked Kanda. She just couldn't.

"Hmm? The Ranka looked disappointed for a moment. "Why not?"

Reiichi pressed her lips together. It's because they were together, it's just that saying it out loud was just kind of…

Baby doushitai? Soujuu—

Ranka gave her an unimpressed look when she didn't answer. "You're Sheryl Nome, aren't you?" she questioned, crossing her arms.

Handoru gyutto nigitte mou standby—

Want my heart and want my love

"I won't lose in singing, or in love," the other girl smirked a little, challenging her with a stare.

No, mou

Swing—shite kiss!

Kiss!

Kiss!

Reiichi looked at her, stunned for a moment, because those lines were exactly what Ranka said in the anime. "What do you—"

"Chuuto hanpa na style wa no…" The green haired girl mocked a microphone in her hand and started to sing along with the background music. "Buttinjyatteru love nara for me…" she stepped back, twirling slightly while singing. "Beautiful, excuse me, hoshitara…."

"La la la….possibilities…"

Reiichi watched unmoving, slowly comprehending that this Ranka was intending to react the scene where Sheryl and Ranka subtly fought over Alto. The Ranka cosplayer seemed to egg her on, occasionally throwing her a look while singing to a crowd who had started to form around all three of them, thinking that it was a performance.

"Point, I don't care," the other was pointing towards Kanda now, who had no idea what was going on. "Dollars how much fake…Point, futatsu ni hitotsu," she smiled at him, and Reiichi really didn't like it at all. "But ai nara shite…"

"What 'bout my star—" The cosplayer grinned, smirking at her slightly as she waved to the audience who had started to clap along, sauntering towards Kanda. "What 'bout my star— What 'bout my star—What 'bout my star— "

"Sheryl, take your man back!" someone from the audience shouted, and Reiichi suddenly realised that the entire thing was being filmed by plenty of video cameras. Everyone's eyes were on hers, and she freaked out for a moment, knowing exactly what they wanted her to do, but singing? And Kanda… she looked over at him and he was scowling though looking rather confused, ready to walk off.

What 'bout my star—

"Sheryl! Sheryl! Sheryl! Sheryl!" the crowd started to chant upon seeing her hesitation, pressuring her.

Let me know what you want, I would give you…

How fantastic to be with you, my love…

Ranka lip synced the lyrics while she smiled innocently back at her, standing way too close to Kanda.

"Let me know what you want, I would give you…" she couldn't believe it, but she was doing this. The crowd around them cheered enthusiastically as she stalked over towards Kanda, determination set in her mind. "How fantastic to be with you, my love…"

She stepped up to Kanda, blocking the Ranka cosplayer out of the way and steeled herself for the next few verses. "Darlin' chikadzuite fujuu…" she reached out, grasping his chin and smirked, moving closer towards him.

There were catcalls, whistles, but Kanda didn't hear any of it because he was just too shocked, stunned, unable to believe that Reiichi, let me italicise that, Reiichi, was seducing him. He stared back into her unwavering eyes, lips parted slightly in surprise.

"No you, no life, nantsutte mou zettai…" That was not all. Reiichi slowly brushed her hand past his jaw and trailed it down suggestively down his shirt, pressing her body even closer to his. "Need your heart and need your love…"

"Oh yes, sweet de kiss—" Reiichi hooked her other hand behind his neck and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his.

It felt like time stopped, like her brain shut down the moment her lips met his, because she couldn't think of anything else but how good it felt, or how smooth his skin was feeling underneath her hand. When she pulled back softly, she couldn't hear anything but her own thunderous heartbeat that pumped loudly in her brain. She didn't know if the song was still playing or if the Ranka had continue to sing, but she didn't really care at this point. Kanda stared at her quietly.

Then a few seconds later it actually hit her on what she had done and her eyes widened in panic, jumping slightly backwards. The noise around her finally crashed on her ears—the screaming, hooting, cheering, clapping, whistles, cat calls—and then realization struck that everyone had been watching, and were watching some more.

"I..I.." she stuttered, face going red, not knowing what to do.

Kanda grabbed her wrist and hurriedly dragged her in some direction, and she followed behind, mind blank. Kanda growled threateningly at various people who tried to block his way to ask for more photos, but his furious denials weren't really effective. Eventually after being followed and begged by some of them, he lost his patience.

"GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF THE WAY!" he snapped, intimidating the entire group and storming away with twice intensity of his death aura.

They walked fast—almost running—and soon Kanda was yanking his car door open and slammed the door, breathing rather heavily, cursing god knows what in annoyance. Reiichi just sat in the passenger seat biting her lip and covered her blushing face, unable to look at Kanda. "Shit, shit, shit," she was muttering to herself. "Shit, I can't believe I—shit,"

For a lack of a better term, she was freaking out.

She blamed it on the music. She blamed it on the Ranka cosplayer who had so obviously egged her on. She blamed the adrenaline. She blamed herself for so easily getting jealous about Kanda when she just knew he liked her and not someone else. She blamed it on being Sheryl Nome.

You are Sheryl Nome now, aren't you?

But even if she was dressed as Sheryl Nome, she just wasn't Sheryl Nome. She couldn't go through with how Sheryl would have teased Alto, she couldn't be just as confident and seduce Kanda the same way. She had kissed him in public bravely, but she couldn't stand there and pretend like it didn't affect her at all.

Oh shit, she kissed him in public.

"Are you quite done freaking out?" Kanda asked nonchalantly, leaning back in his seat.

She whipped to look at him indignantly, but she was still blushing rather badly. "I-I'm not freaking out!" she denied hotly, but her shaky voice was so obvious that she cringed.

"Liar," He smirked, rolling his eyes, and she reddened even further.

"Why are you so calm about this?" she demanded. "I…I…kissed you in public!" she groaned in mortification, cursing herself.

"Che, you did," he agreed, not helping her at all.

"Then...then…" she fumbled, "Then…"

"Then?"

Reiichi groaned, shutting her eyes exasperatedly. "Can we go home?" she asked finally.

"So now you want to go," he muttered, but he pulled on his seatbelt and revved the engine.

"Because I didn't think—"

"That you would kiss me in public and be such a hypocrite about it?" he drawled, tapping his steering wheel.

She hated how he was purposely digging her embarrassment hole bigger. "How am I being a hypocrite?"

"Didn't you touch me because you wanted to?" he raised en eyebrow. "So why are you acting all shy about it for?"

Because he could manipulate her heartbeat by just existing, but she didn't want to tell him that because she could see his ego inflating to new heights with the way he was permanently smirking at her. She stubbornly kept quiet, scowling when Kanda merely gave an amused snort and stepped on the accelerator.

---

"Kanda?" Reiichi stood awkwardly at the kitchen doorway, twisting her fingers.

Kanda turned to glance at her, not expecting her to appear, especially since once they had reached home, Reiichi had immediately closed herself into her room for the past few hours. He noted with satisfaction that she had taken off the wig and contacts and was now looking like she was supposed to—he himself had gladly stripped off the stupid uniform the moment he reached his room. Scrutinising how she was looking at everything but him, he deduced that she was still mulling over what she did at the convention.

He cocked an eyebrow at her whilst tying on his apron, cursing when the strings kept slipping—and eventually Reiichi stepped forwards to help him fix it on. "So, what did you want?" he asked as he felt the knot being tied at his back.

"I'm not really hungry so I think you can skip my portion for dinner," she replied, stepping back once she was done.

Kanda turned and frowned at her. "If you don't eat you're going to disappear," he retorted.

Reiichi scowled. "I'm not that skinny,"

"You are underweight, aren't you?" he stated bluntly.

"That's not the point," she sighed. "I'm just not hungry okay?"

"Why?" he demanded, curious when she blushed a little, turning her head away.

"I'm just not, okay?" Reiichi repeated, turning her body with every intention to leave.

Kanda snorted. Right, okay, if she wanted to be that way… He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the kitchen counter, planting both his hands beside her on the counter and trapping her against it. She nearly squeaked when he stepped closer, gazing intently at her. "Why are you not hungry?" he asked directly again, training a hard stare.

Reiichi cursed at how her heartbeat suddenly shot up rapidly in realising what kind of position he had trapped her in. He was so close she could feel his body heat and that wasn't really helping her much. She looked guilty at the floor, hoping that he would give up and go away, but of course, Kanda was too stubborn to do anything like that.

"Are you going to speak?" he drawled, a tint of amusement in his low voice. "Or do I have to do something?"

The idea of something made her flush even more brilliantly, and she frantically tried to order her mind to answer his question. "Um, remember the time I…avoided you?" she began uncertainly.

"Tch," Kanda scowled. Of course he remembered. "What about it?"

"I also didn't really eat much then right?" she continued. "It's…something of the same reason,"

Kanda looked at her expectantly for her to go on, but she stopped. "Rei, that didn't tell me a damn thing," he scowled. "Speak,"

Reiichi groaned, grinding her molars. "It's embarrassing, okay?" she finally spat out, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Okay," he agreed. "So?"

She shut her eyes exasperatedly, cursing the fact that he had zero empathy to what she was feeling. Why was this so unfair? Why was she always so affected by every little thing that he did? If she thought confessing and getting together with him meant that she would stop being so jittery or nervous around him, she was dead wrong. Every moment with him became even more thrilling—perhaps it was because she allowed herself to like him as much as she could, perhaps it was because he was responding back in ways she never thought was possible. And because of that, she became even more sensitive to the things he did. Even if he had kissed her a few times, she still couldn't breathe when he just stood next to her.

Kanda tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently, scowling. "I'm giving you three seconds," he declared finally. "One," he watched as she snapped her head up to look at him, eyes slightly widened in panic.

"Two,"

Reiichi took a deep breath, hating how this was all his fault. Everything was his fault.

"Thre—"

"Because I like you!" she clenched her fists and forced herself to say it despite how hard she started to blush in right in front of him. Her chest suddenly felt too tight for her to breathe properly, and a slight wetness came to her eyes in frustration. "Whenever you're…there," she continued on despite her trembling voice. "I just…feel so nervous and I…" she trailed off, clearly unable to go on.

"Hmm…" Kanda suddenly leaned forwards, whispering darkly into her ear. "So it's because of me,"

"Kanda!" she shoved him by the chest, face even redder than before at his smirking face. "You jerk! I just...I just told you something so entirely embarrassing and you still…you still…" she scowled as much as she could without succumbing to the urge to slap him in retaliation, deciding instead to kick him. "You insensitive prick!"

"Ow—fuck, woman!" Kanda winced, glaring at her but he didn't relinquish trapping her against the kitchen counter.

Reiichi groaned, wishing for someone to just kill her now.

Kanda only snorted, unimpressed. He leaned back a bit but didn't step away in case she decided to do something stupid like run away. "So what's the big deal today?" he asked then. "You've been eating fine with me for the past few days,"

"Because I kissed you in public!" she emphasised, horrified at how nonchalant he was about this.

"No one recognised us right?" Kanda rolled his eyes. He had an aversion to public displays of affection, and by right he should be the one bitching about it, but no one had recognised them anyway. In any case, Reiichi was overreacting enough for the both of them.

"Kanda, you don't get it," she sighed exasperated, looking at him firmly though her cheeks were still pink. "I kissed you," she stated, hoping that he'd get the main message. "For the first time," she added.

He did notice that. It was kind of unbelievable that she did, since he was always the one to initiate anything, but other than that anomaly, he didn't get the fuss. "So?

"So?" she repeated disbelievingly.

"You kissed me for the first time," he summarised for her flatly. "End of story. Why are you acting so weird about it?"

This time, Reiichi yanked the front of his apron roughly, patience snapping at how he just didn't understand. "Kanda," she started off dangerously, fuming. "I did not just spend two hours in my room freaking out about how I kissed you on impulse in front of so many people," she hissed, hands trembling from the exertion. "And I did not just waste my time wondering if I had done something that you didn't like," she breathed deeply, eyes narrowing, "All because I bloody like you so much!" she glared, shoving him away and muttering heavily to herself, scowling deeply.

Kanda finally stepped back and released her, snorting. "Idiot," he rolled his eyes, bending down to the cupboard underneath the counter to take the pot and pans to start on cooking for dinner, ignoring her squawk of indignation. "You think too much," he looked at her, cutting off the retort that was on her tongue. "If you want to do what you want to do," he set the pot on the stove, turning the gas on, "Then do it. Don't be half assed about it, woman,"

"You mean you won't be angry if I did anything I wanted to?" she asked curiously.

"Have I ever been angry with you?" he countered back.

"Yes, actually," she retorted. "A few times," she thought back. "Like the time when—"

"Whatever," Kanda scoffed. "My point is, you are worrying about things that no one really gives a damn about,"

Reiichi sulked. "You are such a jerk, Kanda. I hate you," she muttered. "I hate you so much,"

"Didn't you just say, "because I bloody like you"?" he raised an eyebrow, smirking at how she flushed. "If you're done standing around," he pointed to the fridge, "Go get some carrots and beef,"

She huffed, but she went over to the machine anyway. "Not soba today?" she asked sarcastically, taking out the vegetables first, and then the meat from the freezer.

"You can at least drink soup right?" he stated factually, filling up the pot with water to boil. "Even if you're not hungry,"

Reiichi paused, standing still for a moment. Sometimes he could be quite the douchebag, but at other times, he really cared. Quietly she took the needed ingredients to him, placing them on the table and smiled slightly to herself. "Yeah, I can,"

"What's with that look?" he frowned at her, pulling out the chopping board and knife.

"Nothing," she smiled, gesturing for him to hand the knife over.

---

"Rei-chan~~" Lavi beamed, slamming the front door open the next morning. He spotted her lying lazily on the couch watching some kind of kid's anime, or more specifically, Doremon. "How was your first ever real date yesterday?" he gushed, hugging her happily from the back.

Reiichi froze in horror for a second because he wasn't supposed to know that they had gone out yesterday—and actually it didn't even cross her mind that it was sort of like a date—then she realised that Lavi was just teasing her as usual. "We didn't go on a date!" she denied, face flushing slightly.

"Did you guys hold hands?" her cousin grinned, rubbing his cheek with hers. "Did Yuu walk you to your room door and kissed you goodnight?"

"Lavi!" she pushed him off, scowling slightly but with pink cheeks. No, they hadn't even held hands yet and no, Kanda definitely did not walk her to her room—that in itself was rather redundant considering they lived in rooms right next to each other—and no, he didn't kiss her goodnight in the mushy way, because all that was just contradictory to what Kanda would behave, but admittedly, it would be been rather nice if he did.

Then again, it probably wasn't going to happen.

Lavi jumped over the couch from the back and tackled her, hugging her as much as possible. "Rei-chan, I'm sure Yuu will make exceptions for you," he cooed gleefully. "So don't look so upset!"

"I'm not upset!" she pushed him away, trying to let herself breathe.

"Where's Yuu, by the way?" her cousin asked, looking around.

"In his room?" she shrugged, turning back to her show. "Or in the dojo. I'm not sure,"

"You don't know?" he asked incredulously, like she was supposed to know every single thing about Kanda. "Aren't you his—"

"I'm not his keeper," she replied easily.

Lavi pouted. "Anyway, have you progressed in our deal?" he prodded her by the foot as she kept her attention on screen.

"Actually I have," she answered without lifting her eyes away from the screen.

Lavi paused, surprised. "Which one?"

She nearly said both, but then she realised that admitting to the second one would totally blow her lie that she said was busy at home yesterday. "The first one,"

"YOU DID?" he nearly screamed in excitement. "What did Yuu say? What did Yuu say?" he bounced merrily, shaking her by the shoulders. "I can't believe that you actually did it!"

"What, you thought I wouldn't go through with it?"

"Yes," he admitted much to her indignation, but then he was beaming too much after that. "So, what did he say?"

Reiichi rolled his eyes and said plainly. "He just said it is more annoying when you say it,"

"WHAT!" Lavi cried, standing up in disbelief. "WHAT?" he echoed, a pout starting to form on his lips as he flopped unhappily back on the couch. "That's it?" he demanded seriously.

"That's it," she nodded nonchalantly, eyes back to the television.

"I'm going to talk with Yuu," Lavi murmured, frowning as he got up again and sauntered towards the direction of the model's room.

Reiichi pretended to ignore him until he disappeared in the corridor, and then sighed with relief when he was out of sight. "I'm never saying his first name ever again," she muttered to herself.

---

"YUU-CHAN!"

Some idiot thought it was perfectly normal to be screaming his first name in the morning, and Kanda got annoyed with that. He stopped in his kata, irritated that his concentration had broke and stalked over to the dojo entrance, hand grasping his shinai in preparation.

"YUU~~~~~ OH YUUUU~~ ARE YOU IN HE—" Lavi was cut short when he saw a wooden sword pointed dangerously right at his neck with a scowling kendo boy glaring at him the moment he opened the sliding door of the dojo.

"Shut the fucking hell up," Kanda glared, now pressing the sword against his jugular. "And get out. I'm not done yet,"

"Eh..." Lavi chuckled nervously, remembering the last time he was chased with the wooden sword. You would think that a wooden sword couldn't really do much, but believe him when he said he bled that day. "Just a question, Yuu, and you can do your kendo thing,"

Kanda snorted. "What?"

"Could you put the sword down first?" Lavi smiled innocently, pushing the blade away gingerly with one finger.

"Che," the Japanese relented, lowering the dangerous weapon.

Kanda knew he probably should never listen to anything that Lavi said, and he immediately regretted the moment he faltered and relaxed his grip for his friend grinned and lunged at him deviously, swiping his sword away and tackling him to the floor. Caught unawares, he cursed loudly, trying to grapple with Lavi when he felt himself being pushed back down on the floor, and then a heavy weight sat on him as Lavi straddled his stomach, knees pressing on both his hands.

"USAGI GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" he roared, trying to shove the other off but unfortunately, he was in a rather disadvantaged position.

"Nuh uh, Yuu," Lavi teased, purposely pressing more weight on him as Kanda cursed him to the pits of hell. "I just want to make sure you answer me properly," he grinned, lowering his voice. "How did you feel when Rei-chan called you by your first name?"

Kanda froze, hands stilling in their movements. "How do you know about that?" he demanded suspiciously.

"Because I asked her to," his stupid friend rolled his eyes, keeping the smirk in place. "So, did your heart pound faster when she said it?" he watched interestingly as Kanda tried to look furious at him but basically failed as the model averted his eyes, clearly uncomfortable. "Didn't it sound nice coming from her mouth?" Lavi continued, grinning.

"Shut up," Kanda hissed, squirming to try to get himself out of Lavi's grip.

"Did you imagine a new stage of life with her because she can't call you Kanda anymore if she becomes a Kanda too?" Lavi pressed on, gleefully loving the way the model furiously denied it like he was guilty. "Yuu~" he sang. "If you want her to call your by your first name you've got to—"

"Lavi, will you just shut up?" Kanda snapped finally, and Lavi paused at the mention of his actual name. "Get off me," he ordered. "I mean it,"

Lavi hastily did as he was told, afraid that he had pushed his friend too far. "Er Yuu, I was just teasing, you know?"

Kanda ambled over to his forgotten wooden sword and picked it up, eyes glinting dangerously. "Three second head start," he fingered the blade, glaring at Lavi. "One,"

"Come on, Yuu! That wasn't fair!" Lavi shouted at him. "I thought you were genuinely upset because you seriously considered marrying Rei-chan!"

"Two," the death glare got darker, and the redhead started to whine.

"If you liked her saying your first name then you should be thanking me!"

"One," Kanda growled ominously.

Lavi thought it was best to start running.

---

"Owowowowowow—OWW!"

"Lavi, stop moving," Reiichi sighed, trying to keep him still as she rubbed the bruise on his head.

"But it hurts—ow!" he whined, clutching her hand to still her movement. "It really hurts," he sobbed, pouting at Kanda who sat across him nonchalantly.

"You probably deserved it," she huffed, smacking his hand away to attack the bruise.

"I just wanted to find out if Yuu—" he felt Kanda glaring hard at him, daring him to continue. He scowled.

"Find out if…?" Reiichi asked, continuing her circular rubbing on the swelling.

"Nevermind," Lavi muttered, kicking Kanda under the table in retaliation.

Kanda didn't even react, that stupid ass.

Lavi huffed. Pulling the bag that he had brought along on the table closer to him, he took out his camera, ignoring his best friend. "By the way, I wanted to show you this," he pressed some buttons on the camera, lifting it up to her face when he reached a correct photo.

Reiichi stopped, eyes widening in surprise. "Cloud," she murmured, taking the camera off his hands. In the picture, there was Cloud cosplayer that was of a pretty high standard—she hadn't seen anyone who looked so alike before. "Where did you take this?"

Lavi smirked at how Kanda not so subtly growled in irritation. "At the cosplay convention yesterday," he answered. "This guy was the best one I saw so far,"

Reiichi and Kanda froze simultaneously.

"You…you were there?" Reiichi asked carefully.

"Yeah, I was. You know I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Lavi shrugged, looking at her curiously. "Why?"

"Oh, I just thought you had work to do," she answered as nonchalantly as possible, hoping that the panic in her voice did not give her away.

"That was in the morning. I went to the convention in the afternoon," her cousin explained, taking back the camera. "It's too bad that you wanted to spend alone time with your boyfriend—"

Reiichi scowled. "I told you I was doing drafts for—"

"Hmm yeah," he shrugged, totally not believing her. "Doing your drafts in a romantic restaurant during your first date,"

"We didn't—"

"Anyway," her cousin totally ignored her, flicking through the photos that he took. "There were lots of cute girls!" he beamed, pausing at one of them "You should've seen this Ayanami Rei cosplay!" he showed her a fair girl with light blue hair and red eyes in a plugsuit, eyes the most melancholic ever.

"That girl is really pretty," she commented, surprised that she didn't see that cosplayer yesterday.

"Oh! Look at this!" Lavi excitedly pressed the next button till he found a video. "Yuu, look at this!"

"I don't care about your weird hobbies," Kanda snorted, turning back to his newspaper.

"No, really, you've got to see this one," Lavi set his camera in the middle of the table, and Reiichi shuffled nearer, curious as her cousin pressed the play button.

Let me know what you want, I would give you…

How fantastic to be with you, my love…

Reiichi froze in horror, heart thumping ridiculously fast in panic when she recognised herself and Kanda in the video. To make matters worse, she was watching herself put moves on Kanda. Her eyes met Kanda's equally shocked ones, and both of them didn't dare to say anything.

"This Alto and Sheryl pair were really good! Of course, the Ranka was adorable, but AruSheri is my OTP," Lavi gushed as the video played, squealing when the entire thing ended with her kissing Kanda. "It's so cute!" he beamed, turning to look at her. "Can you believe it?"

"Y-yeah," she agreed, hoping to god that she was not blushing like some idiot at the moment.

"The Alto seemed a little stiff though," Lavi carried on, seemingly oblivious to how the other two occupants had a lack of words to say. "Ne, why don't you two try this out?"

"NO!" both of them shouted simultaneously, wincing at how they had denied it too unnaturally.

"Shame," Lavi muttered, browsing through the rest of his pictures. "Would've been cute,"

"I-I'm going to get a drink," Reiichi announced hurriedly. "You guys want anything?"

"Coke please," Lavi quipped.

"Water?" she looked over at Kanda who shrugged, and she more or less escaped from Lavi's presence.

Lavi leaned forwards and set his camera on the table once Reiichi was out of earshot. "Yuu, why don't you try cosplay?" he asked the other, folding his arms. "I'm pretty sure Rei-chan would glomp you if you cosplayed Cloud or something," he waggled his eyebrows.

"No fucking way," Kanda retorted. "I don't need to dress as some freak. It's so damn stupid,"

"It's not stupid!" Lavi denied, pouting.

"You sound like you actually believe yourself," the model snorted. "Over my dead body, usagi,"

"Are you sure?" Lavi smirked, lowering his voice suddenly. "Are you sure, Alto hime-sama?"

---

Owari.

34 pages okay. I think my concentration broke while typing in between the parts LOL. Forgive some inconsistencies that I have no idea how to fix. Eh, Kanda's arm is still supposed to be in a cast by the way. Just take it as him being stubborn and not wearing the sling.

Because Alto is so damn cute, I can cry.

Big big apologies to any of you who aren't in the Macross Frontier fandom. I didn't really explain much about the anime and I gave some spoilers too :/

From Wiki:

Macross Frontier is the story of a human space colony fleet trying to find a habitable planet near the center of the Milky Way Galaxy. The story focuses on three young adults (Sheryl Nome—a famed pop singer, Saotome Alto—a private military pilot, and Ranka Lee—a rising pop singer) and the events that occur around them as the fleet faces a crisis of alien origin.

It's awesome because it's something like a musical with all the songs especially written for this anime. :D That's one of my favourite parts about it. My other favourite part is that Alto REALLY LOOKS LIKE Kanda. The hair says it all. He was the reason why I even watched the movie and the series in the first place lol.

The song that the Ranka cosplayer and Reiichi sang was What 'bout my star? And they were reenacting the scene where Sheryl and Ranka were both singing that song to a bewildered Alto, which was incredibly cute. If you youtube the song I believe you can watch that scene. :D

About the first name thing:

Originally it started off as a little omake, but I decided to integrate it in here in the end. In canon, Kanda seems to have an aversion to his first name, but actually Lavi calls him that all the time and Kanda only shouted at Lavi for that twice. And well, since Alma is alive in my story, Kanda wouldn't really have a reason to hate his first name. It's just that not many people feel uncomfortable with using his first name since it has a sense of closeness—I believe most people are too intimidated by Kanda to even attempt to call him that, with the exception of Lavi of course. I also believe that at one point Reiichi will use his first name, perhaps in occasionally in private, only that it's far too early to do so now.

Don't you find it weird that everyone knows who Kanda is but when I say Yuu, no one gets my reference. D: I love Kanda's first name. It's so awesome.

I have maybe 2 more scenes I want to write before the whole thing ends. But I'm heading for Vietnam tomorrow and I'll be busy with university applications the next few weeks (I swear writing a personal statement is one of the banes of my existence, not to mention interviews and shizz D:) so the next update might be in a long while. Maybe. Till next time~