Leenalee rubbed her temples irritably after fending off the creepy hooligans from the bar her companion and herself has just left but some of the thugs somehow still had some energy to speak in loud tones.
"Please! Our boss loves beautiful things"
"He desires all the beautiful things of this world!"
"He's the hunter of love!"
Leenalee could feel a migraine coming on, what were these people talking about?
"Johnny, what's the next stop?"
"Umm, the Rabbit's Bottom?" the glasses eyes researched reads aloud. "It's nearby so that's good."
Before Lenalee could ask him further, a loud gruff voice spoke above her. "I can't stand it...what a painful attack...I've never seen such a beautiful refined person before..."
Leenalee felt shivers down her spine as two large hands came toward her, "I'm going to kidnap her! And bring her home!"
Johnny lets out a loud scream as Leenalee jumps into the air and begins defending herself against the burly man.
Kanda scoffs loudly after socking a guy in the face for being in his way, he stepped over the stranger's trembling body not caring at all that the guy's nose was bleeding. He was too lost in his thoughts.
Kanda's mind was muddled, thinking of his maybe girlfriend Amber and her attitude of late. She had been keeping everyone at arm's length since she dragged the gang onto this impromptu mission; she even split everyone up to cover more ground. He didn't like that she went by herself and neither did Lavi but she was adamant that she wanted to be alone but she did pair up Johnny with Lenalee for reasons he couldn't fathom.
He shakes his head, wondering if he should start drinking at the bars. Maybe a drink could help sooth his nerves or maybe some liquid courage to talk to Amber.
He groans aloud, remembering the first time she saw her when she returned; her body had matured a lot in the 6 months they had last seen other. It was getting harder for him to not want to touch her in public. He was Yuu Kanda, casual PDA wouldn't fit his image but damn it was hard. Kanda's fingers itched at the remembrance of her smooth skin and soft lips.
Fuck, he hoped she would get into a good mood soon so they could talk properly. He missed her badly.
"I definitely would have remembered a cute boy like that!" says Hailey the waitress serving Lavi, her rather large buxom in his full view as she leaned over to see the picture he showed her.
Lavi sighs deeply, waving her off impatiently. The long many trips through the red light district was tiring him out.
He understood Johnny's theory that Allen was probably making his rounds through the General's old haunts (also known as current places that he stills owes debt to) hoping to find more information on the 14th. It was a reasonable theory considering it was no secret that Allen continuously muttered in his sleep the debts he owes. It was a long shot too but he had to admit, it was better than nothing. He admitted that even if Johnny was wrong, it was perfectly reasonable that Allen would be just hopping to one place to another to avoid detection and going through the places that were familiar to him made sense and apparently, Allen had even paid off some of the debts owed probably with the money he made from his work with the Order.
Lavi gets up from his bar stool, making his way out of the bar. He wondered if Allen had any idea that he was worrying everyone with his actions. The report of his escape didn't add up and he was getting frustrated.
Damn it Allen!
The lights at Club Dermusk where pulsating from the deep thudding of the bass playing in the heavy techno that echoed through the large building. Presently, the newly promoted General Amber Marian was sitting casually at the bar, sipping at a mocktail on this Friday night but as far as the rest of her team was aware, she was chasing leads but this girl was tired and needed a break and so she went to a dance club.
Amber had disguised herself but this time as Himamori Amu. She glanced at her reflection at one of the mirrors near the bar and looked on blankly at the familiar pink hair and golden honey colored eyes she now had.
Amu felt her world was crashing down on her, both her parents were dead now and she had no idea what she was going to do about Allen. How far gone was he? She knew her father didn't keep Allen close just for sentimental reasons. There was something about the 14th that was key to the Holy War but she hasn't figured it out yet. Cross didn't tell her probably because he never expected she needed to know or that the situation would become this dire.
Amu was now considering if she needed a real drink, she knew the bartender was eyeing her up so she could easily charm her way to get one but she felt so broken and alone, she didn't want the alcohol to effect her too badly where all of the ugly feelings came out and expressed themselves shamelessly in whatever actions she would do under the influence.
"Hey"
She turns her head and sees a rather handsome guy standing beside her. He helped himself to the open seat on her right, smiling almost devilish like. "You're a pretty thing aren't you?"
"Hn, you're not half bad yourself."
He smirks at her; his blue eyes filled with mischief and his hand running through his spiky locks of black hair. The music changed suddenly, turning into a high-speed rhythmic rap song, and in turn, everyone started grinding on the dance floor. He turns to her immediately but she smoothly turns him down yet he did not give up.
"Your body is made for dancing, don't give me a fake excuse that you can't dance."
"I certainly can but not for you."
"Why is that?"
"Not in the mood for it."
He deadpans, looking at her carefully, "Bad breakup?"
What idiot would dump that? She was effortlessly flawless. She had on a pair of skin tight jeans that flared below the knee, but that cupped her butt to perfection. She wore a red top that attached around her neck but left her shoulders and upper back free before wrapping around her trim waist. Her long bubblegum pink hair hung about half way down her back and goodness that body made his tongue wet.
"Nope, dad just died so now both my parents are dead."
He blinks, not sure if she was joking but it was clear she wasn't, the forlorn expression was no mask.
"I'm Jace by the way" he says awkwardly.
"Amu" she replies swiftly, signalling the bartender to get her another mocktail.
"You could use a stiff drink"
"Nah, I'm good Pretty Boy."
She takes the glass and drinks it all down, the bartender already making her next one.
For some reason, she started thinking about Kanda, she wasn't sure if it was because this random guy was trying to pick her up or because she was starting to feel guilty about never having a proper conversation with him since Alma. She missed him badly; the man's smirk, his voice in her ear, his hands in hers. The taste of his lips and tongue still vivid in her mind and damn did she want that right now. He wanted to feel his hands in her hair and his warmth against her. She felt more alone than ever suddenly even with all these strangers around her.
"I'm going."
She pulls a wad off bills from her purse and puts it on the table, Jace tries to get her to stay but she wasn't having any of it. She wanted to see Kanda, she had to make it right with him.
"You heard the lady."
She turns and stares wide-eyed at Lavi of all people who was glaring at the raven-haired teen with his good eye. When did he get here? How did she not notice him? Jace smartly excused himself without fuss seeing the older male so she was left to deal with Lavi's intimidating gaze.
"I just...needed some time away."
"But you weren't alone."
The accusing tone in his voice did him no favors, "He came up to me and its none of your business."
She turns on her heel and walks away, her heels clicking against the tiles of the floor as she pulls on her leather jacket, her appearance changing simultaneously to her real one, long red hair and eyes that sparkled. Lavi followed close behind, trying to keep his temper in check as she ignored him but soon enough, he loses her in the sea of dancers. He curses silently, his fists clenched.
Damn it
Kanda opens his door to his room after hearing a knock and meets eyes with Amber who was wearing heels so tall that she could easily just step forward and kiss him if she wanted. He swallowed the thought, he wanted to ask about her outfit but he was sort of stunned that she approached him and she was looking at him like she wanted him to do or say something. After a minute of looking at each other, she walks inside and closes the door. The scent of her perfume wafting in, smelled like cinnamon. It was calming but something about it was making him feel more awake somehow? If that made any sense.
Suddenly she pushes him on to the bed and he looks at her perplexed until he feels her weight in his lap and her warmth on his lips. Amber didn't feel fireworks, she felt explosions, and that was just from a simple kiss. It set her skin on fire and her heart into overdrive. He was about to ask what she was doing, but he was rendered speechless when her tongue slipped into his mouth with ease. Her tongue roamed around, playing with his vapid tongue.
Kanda pulled way, out of breath and extremely confused. "Kit..." He didn't mean for his voice to sound so breathless, but that's the effect she had on him.
"What are you doing..." He felt her arms tighten around him, her body coming closer as she sealed her lips over his again, giving no answers for why she was kissing him. Her maturing breasts pushed up against his bare chest in the process.
Amber's hand cupped his cheek as she smoothed her thumb over his skin. Kanda felt heat creep over his face and neck. It was weird for him to actually feel hot. His body physically responded to her actions while his mind was shutting down from too much thinking. He for sure wanted this but it was hard for him to process everything when she is the one being bold for the first time since they ever acknowledged something was between them.
Eventually , he gave in. Do now, talk about it later. He cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in closer. He could have sworn he heard a moan come from the girl. Kanda didn't know what got her in the mood, but he wasn't about to start questioning it. He just didn't want it to end so for his first dominant move that night, he strips off her jacket forcefully, eliciting a moan from himself; it was like a fire raged in his belly.
Fuck I love you Kit