Title: About Yu Ch 5
Series: D.Gray Man
Characters: Kanda, Lavi
Rating: G
Comments: Midnight soba and sake. Kanda mopes. Lavi comes to talk some sense.
There was still soba. In fact, there was sake too. From the label, it looked like good stuff. One of the Finders must have brought it back the last time the Order sent a team to Edo. Ordinarily, he wouldn't be drinking. But...
"Something wrong, Yuu-chan?" The overly cheerful greeting nearly made him spew his drink over the table. Sputtering incoherently, he snarled at Lavi, as the boy plonked himself down in the empty seat next to him.
"Things were fine till you sat down. And how the hell would you know?"
Wordlessly, the red-head nodded at the half-filled glass in his hand, bringing a faint blush to his cheeks. Embarrassed, he grips the bottle tighter as his mind races for a suitable excuse.
"Mind if I have some?"
"Hn." Momentarily lost for words, Kanda complied without too much of a fuss.
…
Lavi stares hard at the drink in his own glass before taking a careful sip. "Its not bad."
They sit in silence for what seems like a long time, nursing their drinks. Their silence seems almost companiable, unless one also notices that both are avoiding any uncomfortable eye-contact. When Lavi next sneaks a glance at the Japanese, he sees that Kanda's gone back to zoning out over his sake. Given the empty, haunted look in his eyes and the faint crease over his brow, Lavi can only assume that the man was brooding again.
"I found out something from Bookman. Promise you won't kill me. Or make any sudden movements for that matter." Kanda looks up, so surprised that he nods even before he realizes what he's done. Watching the man shift uncomfortably in his seat, Lavi notices that his movements are almost too easy, too unencumbered. It was only then that the katana's absence struck him.
Going around unarmed, for a man who practically sleeps with his sword? I guess this probably means things are much worse than I thought.
Oh well. No turning back now.
"It's about Mugen. Bookman thinks that you two may be linked."
"Like Innocence and Acommodator. I knew that too." Kanda sneered, but since it was evident that his heart was not quite in it, Lavi pressed on.
"It goes deeper than that. It might be because your Mugen has another spirit inside, unlike all the other equipment type Innocences."
"So?" The bored tone that was so quintessentially Kanda was back again.
So, I don't know what you might have done, but given the way you're drinking, and the way Mugen is no where in sight right now, I'd guess you screwed up somewhere. Just pure speculation. Nothing to it. Gods, Yuu, you're just so bloody difficult sometimes. Biting back angry words, Lavi tries to grin, hoping that this will soften what he says next.
"So, maybe she's feeling what you feel. Too."
"I don't understand what you mean." Dark eyes are mulishly obstinate. That man just had to be infuriatingly dense.
"So, maybe, she's just as traumatized by your many near-death experiences as any other normal person might be."
"I don't see how that's supposed to be your business." Kanda growls and Lavi has a hard time fighting down his own urge to knock some sense into him.
With Ōdzuchi Kodzuchi. And maybe a wall or two.
He settles on exhaling loudly and letting maybe just a little of his irritation flash a warning fin. "Just think about it will you? I'm for bed. Stop drinking yourself into oblivion and get some sleep yourself."
Kanda's sigh almost drowns his next words. After all, they were so soft so as to be almost deliberately below the cusp of hearing. "She's not exactly talking to me right now."
"So be a gentleman and apologize first." You proud, stuck-up, stiff necked dolt, he'd like to add. But he doesn't. In fact, he doesn't even turn around as he leaves the dining hall, guessing that Kanda would probably not want anyone to see him in his current state.
Judging by the sound of the sake glass shattering on the ground behind, he can only surmise that he's guessed correctly.