White Demon, Red Scribe, Black Nightmare
A D Gray-Man and Assassin's Creed Revelations Crossover
When Kanda opened his eyes later, there was only one thing on his mind - killing traitors and lechers. And one particular traitor and lecher was currently residing his den. Fortunately for him, not much longer.
He didn't even feel the pain through his rage. He spotted the sprout on the floor, clothes askew, hair disheveled but most importantly, completely knocked out. Kanda checked his breathing with his palm and when he found out everything was fine, he limped through the room to get his sword and went hunting. He didn't need the sheath so he left it in the room - also, it was not as if he could draw the sword properly with the injury.
The assassins who saw him didn't even dare to come closer or god forbid ask whether he was alright because seeing their leader as he was now - bared blade in his hands, bruises and bloodied bandages on his body, hair down and the promise of murder in his eyes - was a reason enough not to interact.
He swore at his numb legs and the rather unpleasant pins and needles in his left arm and side but that was not enough to stop him. He found his target in the library, going through the books as if nothing ever happened!
Kanda crept inside and silently closed the door, twisting the key in the keyhole. He saw his target's shoulders stiffen a little. Good. Then he turned around, with a book in his hands and a mildly questioning look on his face.
Kanda grit his teeth and pointed his sword at Lavi. "The drug you gave me was not as strong as you thought it was, rabbit!"
Lavi glanced over at him, blinking once or twice in contemplation of the words and their meaning before he smiled innocently.
" 'morning, Yuu. Not sure I know what you're referring to, but you really shouldn't be out of bed yet in your condition." He slid a half-pulled out book back into its spot between two others as his single eye notably lingered towards the bared sword, though the concern he showed as minimal at best, save for just the slightest preparatory tension in his muscles. "Too much activity could potentially tear your wounds."
"I will tear you apart, you fuck!" Kanda growled and swung his sword at Lavi's direction. A miss, of course - trying to kill an agile asshole does have its downsides when you have your whole side burnt.
It wasn't really hard for Lavi to dodge the attempt even in such a narrow space when the other man was injured, and he'd gotten a fairly good handle on how to dodge Kanda's swings when the man got angry enough to attack him. He danced back and held his hands up in a placating manner, smiling wryly.
"Can't we talk about this like civil people?"
Kanda roared and tried to stab him again. "Civil people?!" He asked, spitting rage. "We have nothing to talk about anymore, except your funeral!" He charged again, wincing in pain.
Lavi feinted to one side and then swept around the other when he saw Kanda wince and his attack hesitate just for a split second, hooking the top crook of his foot under one of Kanda's legs to set him off balance. Whether it actually worked to trip him up or not, he put a few good feet of distance between them, unaffected.
"Sorry Yuu, but even were that the case, you're no match for me as you are now. Under normal circumstances, most certainly, but you're too wounded to put up much of a real fight." He folded his hands behind his head casually. "You can keep trying, of course, but I'd hate to have to patch you up all over again, and Allen won't be happy about it."
"Stop calling him so familiarly, you bastard!" Kanda growled as he righted himself up and held his breath to bare with the pain, charging again. He was more successful this time as he managed to nick Lavi's shoulder. "I warned you to not make any funny moves," he said, preparing for another attack.
"Did I make any funny moves?" It was difficult to tell with the way he smiled and the hint of a tease in his voice if he was merely playing dumb or was sincerely confused and merely taking the man's attacks towards him equally as non-serious as he normally did. He was very good at playing the part of the easygoing fool. "I hadn't really noticed." He ducked away from another swing that imbedded in the wood of another bookshelf and momentarily stuck. Lavi glanced behind him at the dead end of the aisle, calculating his next move carefully beneath the err of playfulness.
"I saw what you did last night!" the swordsman roared, taking the closest chair and hurling it at the grinning redhead.
"Oh," Lavi deadpanned, not really getting the chance to say much else as Kanda flung furniture at him. One of the legs brushed his side, leaving it a little sore, but otherwise he caught it.
That wasn't really to his advantage since Kanda rushed in and managed to knock him to the ground with his weight on the chair, trapping the other between the legs of it against the ground so he couldn't very well maneuver free, and certainly not before the swordsman had the tip of the blade to his throat.
His single eye traced up the length of the blade to Kanda's face and some of the playfulness immediately fled, the bookman looking like he was taking it noticeably more serious now that the older male effectively had him trapped.
"Exactly how much of that were you awake for? Because I get the feeling just long enough to misunderstand what that was and not much more."
"Long enough to see him struggle as you pinned him against the wall, now say your last wish before I cut your head off!" Kanda said, cutting into Lavi's neck to emphasize his anger.
"Okay, just hold on a moment! That wasn't what you thought it was! Even ask Allen when he wakes up if you don't believe me!" Lavi frantically tried to explain, one hand grasping the dull spine of the sword to keep the man from really following through and slicing open an artery. "He wouldn't rest because he was worried about you so I had to slip him medicine to make him sleep, same thing as what he talked you into taking. I couldn't very well have knocked him out by hitting him because he's got those injuries from the Apple and if I tried holding him to the floor and forcing them on him another way, he would've struggled even more and risked hurting himself!"
"And just why should I believe you, hm?" He asked, resting the tip of the sword on the ground. "You´re just trying to get into his pants and I don´t like it. This is the second time something like this happened."
"The second...?" Lavi trailed off before his eye lit up in realization. "Oooh, you're talking about when he claimed I was molesting him that one day, aren't you? You think...?" He snorted and tried to hide a smile behind his palm as he turned his head aside. "Wow, you're really paranoid about that, aren't you? Now it all makes sense, why you've been so touchy around me since I've shown up. You think I'm trying to win him over from you."
He sobered slightly as he looked back up at Kanda, unable to get rid of the smirk on his lips.
"Okay, but let me ask you something, in all seriousness. Do you honestly think Allen would tolerate my presence anywhere even remotely near him if I really was that kind of person? Much less consider me his friend? I mean, you've had to have noticed by now how much he's repulsed by those sorts of people."
Kanda pressed the sword back against the redhead's throat to wipe off that smile. "He is sometimes a little bit naïve as you might have noticed, and I heard you were good friends." He said the last part with thick sarcasm. "If I hear one more -"
A knock interrupted him.
"Guys, are you in here?" Allen's muffled and slightly worried voice echoed from outside the room.
Kanda glared at Lavi for a while before standing up from the chair. "Looks like we can ask him now."
Lavi couldn't help but relax as Kanda stepped away, finally free to push the chair off him and rub his neck with a grimace, feeling the small laceration left by the tip of the blade. That really was way too close for his comfort level.
"He really isn't that naïve," he grumbled.
"Why are you out of bed!?" Allen screeched once Kanda opened the door for him. "You need rest, you idiot!" The scolding was severe but it was evident that it went one ear in, the other one out.
"Alright, alright!" Kanda shut him up with his hand and scowled at Lavi. "What did he do to you yesterday?" he asked, jerking his thumb at the redhead.
Allen was silent for a split of a second and then he threw the most loftier and disdainful look at Lavi he could muster. "Give me your sword," he said and Kanda reluctantly complied. "I can't have you kill him. He forced himself on me."
Kanda didn't hesitate for a second after that. Before Lavi even opened his mouth, Kanda threw himself at the redhead, wounds be damned, and slammed his fist square into his jaw with a force that made lavi turn around. Before he could take another swing, Allen caught his arm.
"That's enough." The swordsman wanted to protest but Allen cut him off. "He didn't do anything. He tricked me to drug me, so don't kill him. We have nobody else to treat your wounds right now," he clarified, helping Kanda stand up. "Payback," he said to Lavi, who was leaning against the wall, rubbing his jaw. "Reconsider doing such a stunt next time." Allen smiled sweetly and helped Kanda to hobble back into their room, silently cursing him.
Lavi couldn't help but blink in shock after them, still rubbing his jaw and pretty sure that Kanda's punch had given him whiplash on top of the nice bruise he was probably going to be sporting for the next day or two.
"That damn-... and try coming up with a new form of false blackmail next time, before that one goes stale!" he shouted testily after Allen's back for good measure, doing nothing to hide the exasperation from entering his voice. "As if I'd even want to force myself on such a short devil spawn! ...fuck, that hurts." This last bit was more a grumble to himself than anything, hoping his neck hadn't taken damage from that blow.