Author's note: As promised, a humorous drabble. I had so much fun writing this it's kinda sad. Even though I wrote it in like twenty minutes, it was one of the funniest twenty minute segments of my life. Sorry if no one finds this funny but me.

Disclaimer: Because (much like our poor Kanda) nothing in my life is easy.

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Easy

Kanda was perplexed. Although it was rare for the samurai to ponder something, he found himself indeed deep in thought. Under normal circumstances, he would simply batter said thought until he got angry with it and shove it into the back of his mind where he could no longer see it, or throw it in someone else's face so he wouldn't have to deal with it.

But no. Not this time. Because this problem wouldn't go away. He tried to convince himself he is in the right, and nothing shall come of this affair or whateverthehell Lavi called it. After all, this problem had shown him three important things: what sexual inadequacy is, why he didn't use people's real names to begin with, and why he found himself (not) stalking a person he found life a little bit boring without clinging to his shoulders – that filthy rotten bastard.

Kanda thought this atmosphere was totally cliché, and should he find Lavi in the library, just as he has assumed, then Kanda would deem Lavi the most cliché person he has ever met. Next, to that Lenalee girl, who, unconsciously, for a matter of time, had everyone convinced she was the Heart and that her life was somehow important.

Without bothering to knock, Kanda opened the large, ornate doors leading into the library. Lo and behold: Lavi, sitting at a desk, surrounded by books and scrolls, quills and bottles of ink – and reading intently; he stopped and looked up when he heard Kanda slam the doors angrily.

"Yuu?"

"No."

"What?"

"Yes you moron! Who else would it be!?"

"Maybe one of the people who spend more then five minutes a week in the library."

Kanda ground his teeth. He didn't know why he was even here. Surely that idiot Komui would have some suicidal mission that he would gladly take. But nothing in poor Kanda's life was easy. Not his annoying master who had a disturbing tendency to creep into his thoughts at moments like this; not dealing with people whose heads he would rather shove onto Mugen and leave outside his door as a don't-you-dare-disturb sign; and most certainly not talking to Lavi.

"Yuu? You look kinda deep in though – are ya feeling alright?"

"I'm fine you idiot!"

Deciding to look anywhere but at Lavi, Kanda, for the first time, noticed how much he hated the library. Everything seemed covered in dust, and he couldn't even read the freaking titles of the books. Inwardly pouting, and vowing to destroy the Latin language, Kanda gave a sigh and simply unsheathed Mugen, planting the blade upright on Lavi's desk – right through the book the spawn of all annoyance was reading.

"Holy shi- Yuu!"

Kanda leaned forward on Mugen's hilt so his I'll-really-kill-you-this-time-and-if-you-don't-believe-me-you-won't-live-to-regret-it face was inches from Lavi's please-God-don't-let-him-hurt-me expression. Grinning on the inside, Kanda gently brushed his lips against Lavi's, making the redhead shiver slightly before he moved to the boy's neck, dragging his tongue over and skin he could reach over the table. All was well in Kanda's empire as he looked slyly at his rather flushed lover.

"We. Are. Never. Bathing. Together. Again."

Take that stupid rabbit! Kanda grinned to himself as he let the waves of superiority sink in. Second by second, Kanda felt everything fall into place as he glared hard into Lavi's why-aren't-I-getting-any-tonight green eye. Before pulling Mugen out of the table in such a hurry he accidentally bashed himself in the nose.

"You alright?"

"Shut up you MORON!"

Nothing was easy for poor Kanda.