Miles Away
As the train pulled into the station a thousand miles from where he actually wanted to be Kanda cursed Komui to die a thousand, no, a hundred thousand, painful deaths at the hands of his own inventions.
How dare that pathetic excuse for a Sister Complex send him out on a mission, especially one as simple as this one, when the moyashi was lying in a bed in the infirmary and no one could say for sure if he would wake up this time.
Still Kanda couldn't have refused to take the mission, in fact he couldn't even complain much without revealing more of his true feelings then he wanted to reveal. He was resolved to finish this mission as fast as humanly possible, within the day if he could manage it, and all the gods have mercy on anyone, human or akuma, who stood in his way.
Connecting his golem to the phone line with the station master's permission Kanda grudgingly called to report to Komui.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Ah, Kanda. I take it you made it to the town without any troubles?"
"I'm fine. I've met with the finder and we have a good lead on the innocence. I'll contact you when I have it and am on my way back."
"Good."
In the background Kanda heard a very familiar voice.
"Chief Komui," cheered that stupid rabbit, his voice warped and tinny and annoying even from so far away, "Who're you talking to?"
"Ah, Lavi, Kanda was just reporting in from France."
"Eh? Yuu-chan, lemme talk to him!"
There was a brief rustle and a clatter and then Kanda heard Lavi's gleeful shout of "Yuu-chan! Yuu-chan!" at full volume.
Wincing he jerked his head away from the earpiece.
"What have I told you about using my first name, baka usagi! Do you want to die an excruciatingly slow and painful death?"
"But Yuu!" sing-songed Lavi, unapologetically cheerful, "Allen's awake! He's going to be okay!"
Kanda paused for longer then he probably should have and breathed easier than he had since the news of Allen's injury had reached headquarters.
"Che. Who would care about that moyashi?" he scoffed, "I'll be back soon, and then you'll die."
He slammed the receiver down with unnecessary, but cathartic, violence. That red-headed idiot was too perceptive for his own good.
Song: Hey there Delilah – Plain White Tees