A/N: Changed the rating to "M" for the things to come. Argh, everyone has such a dark past! But I suppose it's inevitable...
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"Come on, Miranda! We've got to get going if we want to make it to our new dorms. I mean, I bet we're the last people arriving!" Lenalee Lee called from the front seat of a light blue car, the trunk of which was absolutely jammed with luggage. In her lap she had a flat black case which she held protectively. She turned to her brother, laughing weakly. "Sorry I had you take off from work for this. I know you're busy."
"NONSENSE!" Roared Dean Komui Lee, banging his fist on the dashboard and steering wheel at the same time, causing the horn to honk obnoxiously. A squirrel fell from a tree and landed on the head of a dark-haired woman dressed on a simple dress.
"EEK!!" Miranda Lotto batted the small, adorably furry creature away, but dropped everything she had in her hands or was dragging along on a light-weight cart. That meant three suitcases, a duffel bag, a black case, and a grandfather clock. Yep. You heard me right.
"Miranda! Um, I'll help you with that…" Lenalee got out of the car, closing the door quietly while Komui grinned stupidly to himself, filled with thoughts about his wonderful, charming, kind, lovely, (basically everything good times infinity) sister.
"I'm sooooo sorry!!" Sobbed Miranda, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-"
"It's alright. You didn't damage your clarinet did you?" Lenalee looked around anxiously but quickly stopped. Miranda was about to have an aneurism.
"OH MY LORD," screamed the forlorn woman, digging into her duffel bag. She soon sighed with relief. "I-it's fine."
"Then let's go!" Lenalee smiled, dragging along two of the suitcases. Komui was already tying the grandfather clock rather dangerously onto the top of the car with string that was suspiciously similar to many shoelaces knotted together. "Dorm life is going to be awesome."
It was August 31st, 6:00 in the afternoon, and roughly twelve hours before the first day of lessons at the Black Order School of Music. Lenalee and Miranda whom had learned from the same teacher, specializing in woodwinds, were best friends and lived close by in the borough of Queens as well. Unfortunately, they were convinced that the last students to enroll at the dorm house, affectionately dubbed "Dorm," at BOSM, would be them. They were wrong.
"AHHHHHHHHHMOOOOOOOM!!" Screamed Lavi at the top of his lungs. He clung to the thin back in front of him for dear life, trying to ignore the squealing of tires as cars swerved to avoid them. Said back scoffed and began to swear at him.
"Shut the fuck up, Usagi!" Yuu Kanda was driving his motorcycle at a perilous speed, ignoring the speed limit entirely and the lanes, too. Strapped to his chest was a violin case, and the crying cellist behind him had his instrument's case as well, except mounted on his back. "We'll get there in five more minutes, damn it, so quit getting your snot on my back!"
"Oh, I should have taken the subway, the subway, which doesn't go more than a hundred miles per hour," shrieked Lavi as he unwillingly zipped through the traffic on the highway. "It's my fault I had to get evicted today!" Bitter memories of this morning flooded Kanda's mind at an instant.
"What the hell are you doing outside my door, bastard?"
"Yuu-chan, don't be like that! I, err, well it's kind of a long story. Lemme in so I can tell y-" SLAM. The door to Kanda's apartment closed at once. Simultaneously, Lavi began his howling.
"You don't loooooovvvee me anymoooorrre!! Yuuu-chaaan!! Why are you so cold? It didn't used to be this way! You were so nice to me last night when we were together!!" CLICK.
"Get in here before you shit any further on my reputation, fucking Usagi! Now!" Kanda hissed, dragging the happy bunny into his home.
"Can I have a drink, Yuu-chan?"
"No. All the crap in my refrigerator's gone moldy."
"You should take care of yourself more, Yuu. Are you eating from all the food groups?"
Kanda grunted offhandedly. "…What the fuck happened to you?"
"That meanie Bookman kicked me out! He said I-" Insert loud sniffling noise. "-can't come back now that I got into BOSM! And he said I sucked! Repeatedly!"
"Not surprising. In the least." Kanda paused. "Come to think of it, you've been free loading off of Bookman since you were fourteen and your parents had enough of you. You were disowned, right? No wonder that happened."
"You're not even sorry I got evicted?!" Lavi gaped at his "gentle and compassionate" pal. Kanda's glare plainly told him "no", so the now sad bunny decided to cut to the chase. "Yuu-chan, I need you to drive me to the Dorm. You have a bike, right? I don't have any cash, so I can't get a metro-card or flag a taxi. Pweeze?"
"Walk. You don't have one bit of furniture or thing to carry besides that bag of clothes and your cello. Good bye." With that, Kanda was ready to throw Lavi, possibly from the open window.
"W-wait!" Lavi saw the serious glint in the Japanese teen's eyes. "You don't have furniture either! The bed, sofa, fridge, everything came with your apartment. And you're rich, so there's no reason to be so stingy. Stingy, stingy. Uh… yeah, so please, take me with you!"
Kanda scowled. It was true his home décor was as Spartan as Lavi's. But that didn't mean they'd travel together. At all. But with a new round of sobbing and the red-haired "monster" yelling at the top of his lungs, "THEN WHO WILL RAISE OUR CHILD?!" Kanda raced out of his apartment once and for all with Lavi straight behind him midst people whispering in the hallway.
And thus here the two were, in the Dorm, Kanda grumpy as ever and Lavi thankful for still being alive. "Go die." Kanda deadpanned after parking his bike carefully in the garage, about to leave for his room, number 313. Lavi, who had regained some of his spunk, saluted him cheerily.
"Yes, sir!"
Suddenly, the giggling of girls made Lavi and Kanda stop. Well, mostly Lavi; Kanda only stopped because the red-head latched onto his arm. Oh my god, she's gorgeous! Thought Lavi, not bothering to hide his gawking at a smiling Chinese girl talking to another woman next to her. I want to introduce myself, but… Kanda rolled his eyes. He'd seen this several times before, and with almost invisible movements, he kneed Lavi swiftly in the back, causing him to yelp and topple over in front of his crush.
"What the hell was that for?!" Lavi burst angrily.
"Are you okay?" The rabbit turned around. His heart near exploded with joy and he mentally bowed down to an imposing golden statue of Kanda. She was talking to him! XD, Lavi cheered.
"Oh, I'm totally okay. I could not be more okay, in fact. Yes, I am super-duper okay, like, completely okay! Uh, okay, so um… Um… well, you see, err, okay, um…" Lavi trailed off, turning red. He had blown it!
The girl laughed. "You're a pretty funny person. My name's Lenalee Lee. What's yours?"
"L-Lavi! The name's Lavi!" The rabbit broke out beaming, "It's a pleasure to meet you Lenalee."
"You, too! By any chance, do you know the person who's glaring at us from the end of the hallway? He looks a little… angry." Lenalee paused. Was that a guy or a girl? Damn, that was nice hair!
"Oh, that's Yuu Kanda." Feeling as if he owed Kanda something, Lavi called him over. "Introduce yourself, Yuu-chan!"
Kanda narrowed his eyes but approached nonetheless. He was never one to be impolite to women. "I'm Yuu Kanda. Call me Kanda only."
Lenalee gasped. Is this the genius violinist everyone's been whispering about? Hmm, brother told me to be careful around him. But he doesn't seem so bad. And he has such a pretty face! Let's see now… "Are you Japanese? If you are, then shouldn't it be 'Kanda Yuu'?"
Kanda raised his eyebrows. It was unusual for someone to be so knowledgeable about his ethnicity. "True. But this is the U.S., so I guess I've more or less adapted to American customs." A troubled expression settled on his features, which Lenalee noticed.
"I see." So he wasn't from the U.S. originally, huh? She brightened. "This is Miranda Lotto!" The woman cowering in back of her jumped.
"N-nice to m-m-meet you!" Miranda stuttered. Lavi, being known for his gentleness toward shy people, grabbed her hands.
"I'm glad to get to know you, Miranda." The poor woman went beet red in an instant and keeled over, much to the shock of the samurai and rabbit.
"Don't worry!" Lenalee assured them, "She's always like this." She waved them good bye, supporting Miranda on one shoulder. Wow. I can't believe I just met Paganini Jr. Wow.
The Dorm was similar in structure to that of a good hotel or apartment complex. Each room was exactly the same with a nicely equipped kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. They were also sound proofed, for obvious reasons. (Hint: The "M" in BOSM.) Lavi whistled, heading down to his room, 213, one floor underneath Kanda's. There, a flash of white caught his eye.
"Hey! Aren't you that really awesome pianist, err, Aaron Walker, was it?" The seventeen year old turned around, surprised. He was just coming out from his room.
"Lavi! I haven't seen you for a month!" Allen coughed lightly. "It's Allen, not Aaron."
"Heh, my bad. So, where are you heading?"
"I'm going to get something to eat. I already ate all the food I brought from home." Allen thought sadly of his cozy apartment in Brooklyn where he lived alone. His landlord, Mr. Timcanpy, had been a swell guy.
"Let's go together! I'm starving. Yuu-chan wasn't didn't even give me something to drink." Lavi was in an altogether ecstatic mood.
"By 'Yuu-chan,' I take you mean Kanda, right?" Allen bristled at his recollections of the samurai.
"Yep. He's a real sweetie though," sang Lavi crazily, picturing Lenalee's face in his mind.
"O.O" said Allen. He chose to ignore what had just been said. "How much do you have on you?"
"Zero!"
Allen slumped. "I only have two bucks. And I'm hungry. Boo." His head spun, and he nervously predicted what was going to happen if he didn't get some food, fast.
"I know exactly who we can mooch cash off of!" Lavi leapt up. Minutes later they had arrived before room 313. Guess who lives there!
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Kanda put down his violin to open the door and groaned, a sense of deja-vu coming over him. "No. No. And FUCK NO." Said the samurai, growling.
"Can I borrow some money to eat? Lavi want food. Allen want food. Lavi and Allen want food. Yuu-chan give Lavi dollars. Lavi and Allen get food. Lavi and Allen happy. Get it?" Lavi finished off rather proud of himself. By now it was nearly 8:30 PM. "I know you haven't eaten yet either."
"Go steal from Moyashi. Or mug someone. I don't care. Now leave me alone so I can practice!" Kanda's flat stomach rumbled. He blinked, as if aware of it the first time. Then he shrugged and started to close the door.
"Kanda," Allen said, holding the door open, "I'm really sorry, but could you just give me some food? Anything will do, really! I-" Allen fainted, and the samurai's eyes widened.
"What the fuck?" Allen's face was paper white and his breathing harsh and ragged. Kanda bit his lip, going back into his room. Lavi panicked over Allen's limp form. The samurai returned with a pair of worn, black Converse on and a ring of keys. He locked his door.
"Yuu-chan?"
Kanda strode to the elevator. "There's a fast-food joint around the block. You carry him, not me."