"Why are we in Allen's room?" Lenalee had been going to the training hall. Kanda intercepted her mid-journey, pulling her gently with him.
"I have to clean Moyashi's room out. Orders from Lvellie himself. He thinks he can find something in here to confirm his 'win." Kanda busied himself with putting more of the closets minimal contents in the box that sat on the bed.
Lenalee found a seat on the bed, moving said box a little.
"What about Lavi? Does the same go for his room?" she asked. Kanda would say what he wanted to tell her when he was ready.
"The old man is in charge of that. His apprentice, his job. I assume that's Lvellie's thinking," the samurai seethed. He chose then to sit opposite Lenalee, the small box between them.
"I need to tell you a few things." The girl was already listening.
"What is it?" The boy sighed.
"I know your worried about Allen and Lavi. Their your friends too. So I feel it's only right you know. Lavi sent a message with Allen's golem."
"Really? What did it say? Are they both alright?" She was anxious to hear how her friends were doing. Not having any communication was new, and was proving to be difficult waiting for some kind of news.
"Here. I copied the message on this paper here. I know the both of them would hate to see you worried about them, but I also know Lavi and Allen would want you to know they are ok. At least safe," Kanda explained, handing a medium-sized, folded piece of paper to her. She took it, her smile spoke her gratitude.
"Thank you Kanda. I appreciate you sharing this with me." Lenalee had always thought her foul-mooded friend had had a soft side. The samurai just chose to not use it.
"I do need to apologize." She wasn't sure how to react. It was one thing to be nice or even sentimental, but Yu Kanda did not apologize.
"Why do you need to apologize?" the girl prodded gently.
"Timcanpy delivered the note a few days ago, but I didn't tell you right away. I should have." His posture did not change, but his face looked downcast, regretful.
"I'm not mad. I think I might be if it wasn't so chaotic. But I don't think I'm even thinking straight this last week. Who could?" Lenalee stood and made to the door. She turned before leaving, speaking to Kanda.
"Your a good friend Kanda." There was her usual, happy, (sometimes too happy in some opinions) smile. She had found some hope in the note she held, unread, in her hand. If fortune was on their side, she prayed it to show face soon.
Kanda sat by himself in Allen's room. It didn't feel right. The boy had hardly any possessions. He, Kanda, who didn't think himself materialistic had more clothing and odds and ends than Allen did.
He came with a small trunk in hand to the Order. He left with nothing.
Kanda had grown anxious waiting for the train to arrive at the next station. His mind unconsciously thinking about his and Lenalee's conversation. It had gone as he had pretty much pictured. The girl was too forgiving, accepting in Kanda's perspective.
He had grown up learning to be careful who he let into his circle, and very few made the cut. Alma was the exception.
'He was a pain in the ass, whiny. He was ok,' the samurai allowed the thought to slip.
The battle at North American headquarters had taken a dark turn. Sadly, it hadn't surprised many. Chaos was common as of late. Kanda hadn't been himself. He was far from it. Allen, who was no part of his and Alma's past had fought for his friend and the stranger he did not know.
Kanda could still hear (too clearly) what was said that day:
"I'm going to kill him," Kanda had seethed. If Kanda had his way, Alma would be dead by now.
"Are you for real? That's the only thought in your head, isn't it? You've closed off your mind, just so you don't have to see Alma like this. It's too painful for you. You can't even stand to look at him right now. The only thing he ever wanted from you was your friendship," Allen, at the time was nursing a shoulder wound from Mugens blade, was already having a hard enough time fending off Kanda's frenzied attacks.
"And you've made him suffer for it. What are you running from Kanda?" The pale exorcist staggered on his feet, feeling the effects of blood loss. He couldn't deny the annoyance in his voice. It was so easy to butt heads with Kanda.
'Maybe Marie was right,' Allen had thought. 'We might not be so different.' Kanda had taken to offense after piercing Alma who's attack from behind had failed miserably.
"Who do you think you are? It's your fault Alma was transformed into an akuma. You destroyed headquarters, and turned the thirds into monsters." Sable colored eyes met silver.
"All because the Earl wants his precious Noah back. All of this happened because of you damned noah! If it wasn't for you, everything would be ok. What do you even know about me!"
It happened in slow motion for Kanda. One second the cursed exorcist was staring back, a blank stare. Unbelief and hurt was his face. The next, Alma behind Allen, a sharp piece of debris of HQ through Allen's stomach.
He had healed of course. After falling semi-unconscious on the ground. And only because the fourteenth noah was awake.
Everything had worked out for Lvellie and those behind him. Kanda had had enough. He hated thinking about it, letting himself feel what he could only call regret.
Kanda pulled a paper from his pocket, Lavi's note.
"Why am I reading this again?' he sighed, under his breath. Unfolding the paper, Kanda could practically hear Lavi speaking the words himself:
'Kanda. It's me, your favorite rabbit! Do you miss me yet? I know you do.'
The samurai found a small smile start, where normally a groan of annoyance would be.
'I am writing because Allen is back in bed again. The episodes are becoming more constant. Thankfully less severe. I don't know how to say this, so I'll be blunt. I need your help. I think it would do Allen some good if he could see a familiar face. We're staying at an inn for the time being, on Lacey Street. If everything works out, Allen will send you a gate using the Arc. You'll find it at the station you, Lenalee, Allen and myself last were together at on our last mission. I hope that made sense. It won't be in the open. I hope one weeks time will be sufficient. I understand you might not be able to meet us. But on the off-chance you can, just a tip, bring warm clothes. Trust me. London weather is no walk in the park. Good luck, Yu.'
'You haven't changed Lavi. Still quirky as ever.' Kanda let his focus go to the window.
'Komui sent me to London to find them. Help them. Something. But what can I do exactly?'