Series: D.Gray Man
Characters: Kanda and Mugen
Rating: G
Comments: It spawned. I know this is kind of short. Apologies.
Finally alone, the swordsman sags on his bed, making the springs creak and groan.
:Nothing like the futon huh.:
:Shut up. If you hadn't picked me, I wouldn't be stuck in this drafty old tower anyway.: His face is straight, expressionless, betraying nothing.
:Don't blame me, of all the people in the world I had to be stuck with, I had to pick one of the grouchiest, taciturn louts...: Her face is straighter. The two face off, one glowering from under heavy bangs, the other serene in her midnight blue kimono. Silver eyes meet his obsidian, watching for the faint flicker of emotion or movement. The tension grows.
He breaks off contact first with a disgusted mental snort. :Che. Do you ever give up?:
:Baka. Never try to outstare a sword.: Her mental voice is warm, teasing. It falters when she realizes that he is not istening, his attention caught by the lotus floating in the glass bell jar.
:Obsessing isn't going to make things better.:
Kanda groans, turns away from the lotus and flops bonelessly down. "Who was obsessing." he says aloud to the ceiling, carefully avoiding her penetrating silver gaze.
:It's not like I have all the time in the world.: Just thinking about the limited time he has left gives him a headache. It lurks omniously, building like a thundercloud on the horizon.
Cool fingers part the heavy fringe, reaching to massage his temples. Slowly, inch by inch, he relaxes under her ministrations. Her hands move lower, sliding through silky hair to reach muscles as taut and knotted as a child's first-spun string.
:You shouldn't brood. Even if you have the face for it. It will happen, when it happens.: The massaging movements stop abruptly and her voice becomes brisk and business-like once more. :Now sit up and stretch. Or you'll pull something when we spar later.:
Sighing mentally and feeling very tempted to whine, he gets up. The look on Mugen's face brooks no arguments.
"Slavedriver." Muttering under his breath, Kanda reaches for his katana before trudging out to practice.