The moment they arrived at the castle, Lavi had promptly found him some proper clothing. Kanda had found it frustrating to put on all the different layers, because frankly, he didn't think they were worth the effort. He'd rather wear nothing.

Then, he'd been shown around Lavi's castle. There were so many winding corridors and rooms that he would not be able to memorise in just a few days.

When night came, Lavi lead Kanda to the dining hall where they would have dinner. There was a young man with white hair seated at the table. Kanda didn't like the look of him. He cocked his head to one side, frowning. From that angle, he looked kind of like a beansprout.

"Allen, how are ya?" Lavi grinned.

"Hi Lavi!" Allen called, then noticed the person beside him. He jumped up, dragging Lavi to the other side of the room where the mute boy couldn't hear them.

"I can't believe you found her!" he exclaimed, surprised. "Why have you got her wearing men's clothes? Is this some kind of joke?"

"It's no joke. And that ain't her. He's a boy." Allen looked at Kanda closely and realised he was, in fact, a man.

"Why is he here?"

"His ship blew up. He had nowhere t'go. The poor guy's lost his voice."

"Wow. Do you know his name, or where he's from?"

Lavi shook his head and sighed.

"He looks just like 'er, Allen. He has the same grey eyes, the same features. God, he even has the same hair."

Allen nodded. Maybe Lavi had been delusional after the wreck, but not in the way he had originally thought. He kept his suspicions to himself, though.

Kanda watched as Lavi conversed with an idiotic-looking, white-haired boy. The beansprout kept glancing at him with an odd expression on his face. Kanda pulled off one of his shoes and threw it at the redhead.

"Ouch! Hey? What was 'at for?"

Kanda seethed, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. He tapped his bare foot impatiently.

"Hurry the hell up!"

Lavi beamed and ran over to him.

"Ya don't hafta wait for me t'sit down, y'know," he laughed, grabbing Kanda by the shoulders and dragging him to the table.

Allen moved to the other side of the table and took his own seat, smirking to himself.

Lavi sat down next to Kanda. "So what didja eat where ya came from?"

Kanda rolled his eyes and glared at him.

"Heh. I forgot. Y'can't speak can ya? Sorry 'bout that." Lavi grinned apologetically.

Kanda glowered at the utensils on the table. How the hell was he meant to eat with those? The circular one looked like it should be used to take someone's eyes out, and what the hell was that pointed thing? He recognised the last one. A knife. Almost as good as a sword.

"What? Don't 'cha know how to use cutlery either?"

Kanda looked at the wall.

"Oh god. You don't."

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Kanda squirmed in his bed. It was so squishy and uncomfortable. How could anyone sleep in something like that? He preferred his clamshell back home.

Eventually, Kanda got up. Well, if he wasn't going to sleep, he might as well take a better look at Lavi's hammer. He wandered the castle's halls, still in his nightwear. Why did humans need so many outfits?

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he realised he couldn't remember where Lavi's room had been. The redhead had pointed it out earlier during his tour, but Kanda hadn't been paying any attention at the time. He cursed himself mentally.

Kanda listened at every door to see if people were awake, then peeked in. If he went on like this, he would eventually find Lavi's. He heard loud snoring behind one of the doors and looked inside.

"Finally."

The red-head was unceremoniously splayed across the bedding. His nightshirt had ridden up to reveal his stomach and a fair portion of his chest. Lavi's mouth was wide open, a trail of drool sliding down his chin and falling onto the pillow. One of his legs was twitching.

Kanda shook his head.

"Idiot."

Lavi's clothes were tossed over a chair at the foot of the bed. Kanda started to shuffle through them. Damn. It wasn't there. Where the hell was it? He looked over at the bed to see a small black handle poking out from under Lavi's pillow.

"Shit."

How the hell was he meant to get to it there? The bed was pressed against a wall and the handle was on the side opposite to him.

He could always wait until the three days were up, but he'd already walked this far. No point going back to his room without having at least held it.

He leant over Lavi's chest, reaching out for the handle, his fingers barely brushing the tip. Damn wide bed. He needed to get closer. He lifted one knee up onto the mattress, swinging the other over the prone body so they rested on either side of Lavi's hips. Kanda reached out again.

"Hi?" Lavi blinked once, trying his best to focus on the figure above him. The girl. No. Boy.

Kanda froze, one hand still stretched towards the hammer. They stared at each other, unmoving until Kanda broke from his trance, scrambling from the bed and hanging his head guiltily. He looked up from between thick bangs. Lavi was still gawking at him, his cheeks visibly reddened in the poor light.

"Did ya want somethin'?"

Kanda shook his head.

"Then, are y'lost?"

Kanda saw his escape and nodded frantically. He was glad he didn't have to try to explain himself.

"Um, did ya want me t'take y'back to your room?"

Kanda nodded, ashamed to have to use such a poor excuse. He knew Lavi didn't buy it either. He must know that Kanda was after the hammer. The weapon was important; he knew that much from the way Lavi took it into bed with him. He should be kicked out of the castle, instead of being lead back to his room by an unexplainably flustered redhead.

Lavi stood by the door for a second, watching nervously as Kanda walked over to his bed. He gave a questioning stare.

"I'll, um, see you tomorrow."

Once Lavi has left him, Kanda dragged the bed covers to the floor, making himself comfortable.

"Much better."

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