A/N: It's late, I know, but I actually finished this a few days ago and didn't have time to proofread and edit until today. I decided not to cut it off at chapter eight; instead, I decided to keep it going with a new arc :D
I think it's a bit vague on some stuff, and maybe I'm rushing it, but this is the second time I rewrote it, and it comes out pretty much the same every time. But still, tell me if it's weird or it kind of sets you off ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing ;A;
Of Black Cats and Demons
Chapter 7
A brown cat pranced into Daisya's room, causing the Undworld dweller to look up from the soccer article in the magazine he was reading. His eyebrow rose in question as the cat meowed and patted its paw on the ground.
"Komui needs to see me?" he repeated.
The feline tapped its paw on its head and meowed.
The brunette clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You're just full of attitude, aren't you?"
It hissed at him, and he hissed back.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
Daisya looked up from his staring battle with the cat and embarrassingly looked at the person at the door. "Oh," Daisya weakly greeted, "hey, Timothy..."
The young teen leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He rolled his eyes at the older. "Hey, stupid."
Daisya scowled.
Discreetly eyeing the cat-that was still holding a glaring contest with the other-the bluenette asked about Komui.
"Huh? Yeah, he wanted to see me," he dumbly replied.
Timothy rolled his eyes, turning to leave. The clacks of his sandals reverberated throughout the empty hallway.
"Hey, wait!"
As the duo walked through the first set of doors to the Hall, Daisya's brown tail and ears appeared, tearing the bandages that were wrapped around his head. His brown mop of hair fell over his eyes. Grumbling to himself about how he had just replaced those, he brushed away the chocolate locks. Timothy's appeared also, the furry appendages a sky blue. He glanced at Daisya, annoyed.
The latter ignored him, continuing to the next set-"Tch. Stupid Komui, putting up three sets of doors."-of an entrance.
He glanced over at Timothy, who was trailing behind him. The kid was a weird one. Daisya had arrived at the Hall one day and found him there, sitting on the marble steps in front of the first set of doors. The bluenette looked up at him with his brown eyes, looking innocent enough for Daisya to take the kid with him to see Komui. And when he had introduced the two, the purple-haired black cat was quite pleased with Timothy.
The two slowly climbed up the marble steps Timothy in the front. The younger black cat walked with an air of seriousness as his arms slightly swung alternatively at his sides. Daisya's fingers were interlocked behind his head. They walked up the final step and the last set of double doors loomed in front of them. Timothy walked up to the door and forcefully pushed the doors open with both his semi-scrawny arms.
"Marie!" Daisya exclaimed, not expecting he'd see his friend there as well.
"Daisya, Timothy," the dark-skinned Underworld dweller greeted. He turned back to Komui and asked, "Well, Komui, what did you summon us for?"
The other two wanted to know, also. The three black cats must have been brought together for something serious if Komui gathered them at once.
"I need you to," Komui began slowly as he turned around in his chair, "eliminate Kanda."
The hairs on Kanda's neck stood. He had a bad feeling...
The black cat got up from his sitting position on the couch to the window. He opened the glass pane and blew a noiseless whistle. With a slight rustle to his right, a cat walked out.
"Hey, you," Kanda called.
The orange tabby stared at Kanda with its green eyes as it meowed.
"Yeah, you. You're going to the Underworld and hang out at the Hall for a while," Kanda said. "When I get you back, tell me what Komui's up to."
It meowed in somewhat of a reluctant agreement and Kanda nodded. He held his hand out and opeend it, palm faced down. The familiar portal of red and purple grew from the ground, and the cat slipped in.
Kanda couldn't help but feel as if the cat reminded him of something...or someone. From the window, he turned around, looking at Lavi. The redhead was lying in an upside-down position, his legs against the wall and head hanging off the seat of the couch. The tips of his red hair touched the floor, exposing his forehead. He held the controller in his hands his face was twisted in a look of concentration: furrowed eyebrows and tongue stuck our between his lips. A single green eye glanced over at Kanda and caught him staring. The demon winked and went back to his video game. Kanda's cheeks turned a light pink as the black ears and tail appeared in embarrassment.
"You know, Yuu," Lavi said as he paused the game, turning to lay in his back and scooted to lean on the arm of the couch, "how did your injuries heal up so you could take care of mine?"
Kanda shrugged. "I heal quickly."
"Huh," Lavi mused. "You know what else?"
"Hm?" Kanda absentmindedly hummed, walking to the kitchen.
"You stare at me a lot, too," Lavi said as he went back into his upside-down position, continuing the game.
Kanda's face flushed as he concentrated on breaking the eggs into the bowl.
"I'm sorry, what?" Daisya asked, double-checking to make sure he heard right.
Marie's eyebrows furrowed; Timothy crossed his arms over his chest as he scowled.
"He's become a bit," Komui paused, "for lack of better words, rebellious."
"So? It's not like Daisya and I have not been the same way at one point of joining the Hall, either," Marie countered. "I bet Timothy won't the same in a couple of decades."
Daisya's tongue clicked in annoyance. "I was like that the first few decades, hanging out with demons. Cut the kid some slack Komui; he's only been in the organization for a couple hundred years." Komui narrowed his eyes at him. "Plus, this independent thing from the demons is still pretty new, I mean, it's as if the thing was signed yesterday."
"It doesn't matter-"
"Listen, Komui, I don't care what matters and what doesn't. Just cool down," Daisya said. "We'll clean up his mess, okay?"
Marie and Timothy whipped their heads to look at him. Timothy's eyes widened and Marie's jaw hit the floor.
"What do you mean you'll, 'clean up his mess,' Daisya?" Komui said, making air quotations. "The demon is out to get souls, and why did we break off from them? Oh, right, it's so they don't go crazy and take too many if we bond with them," he emphasized. "And the Headband is going to help him get those souls, and we sent Kanda out to get that Headband so the demon won't collect souls, not so he would get tangled in this mess in this way." Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an orange cat enter the room, but he ignored the feline. Cats wandering into the Hall weren't uncommon. "And knowing Kanda, he's going to convince said demon to stay home for the night, not collecting souls. And if demons don't get their souls, some serious consequences are going down. So, if Kanda makes Lavi go on a soul-starved session, he's got no choice but to let Lavi go mass-hunting at the end of the month or something. And you three know what happens in mass-hunting."
Mass-hunting didn't occur often, due to demons usually getting their usual required number. But when it does, demons go crazy, hunting twice as much, twice as fast. It was something to be avoided, so there was something written in the demon-black-cat-break-off about it.
"He's right," Timothy muttered, looking at the ground with his arms still crossed over his chest.
"I don't care," Daisya grumbled. "Marie, this kid," the brunette said as he pointed a thumb at a scowling Timothy, "and I can totally take him on."
"Maybe Lavi," Komui challenged, "but there's Kanda, who knows every move you're going to make, and those angels who seem to be unable of keeping their noses out of anything." Komui scowled. "Why can't you three just go along with it like you would with everything else."
Marie sighed. "Because Kanda's one of us."
"Hey, Yuu~!" Lavi called, walking into the front door of his flat. He held the small box in his hands as he used his feet to take his boots off.
Kanda's head poked out from the bedroom; his eyes swirled with curiosity. "What?"
"Come out and look!" the demon said, setting the box on the kitchen counter.
The black cat walked out the room, wearing one of Lavi's white t-shirts and plaid pajama pants.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" the redhead asked, his eyebrows rising.
Kanda shrugged. "They're comfier than mine."
"Well, duh," Lavi scoffed," you're always wearing skin-tight tank tops-which are quite hot, by the way-and sweatpants that strangle your ankles."
At the comment of Kanda's shirts, his face burned bright scarlet. He immediately looked away and concentrated on the box instead. "So, what's in the box?"
"Open it!" Lavi urged.
The black cat rolled his eyes as he gripped the top of the box and pulled it off.
Kanda blinked once, twice, and another time just to make sure what was in the box was really what was in the box. "Lavi..."
The demon stood, grin on his a face, a bit enthusiastic.
"What's this?" Kanda asked, holding up a piece of red cardboard. It was cut in the shape of a heart, and in black marger, the words, 'Lavi's Heart," was scribbled on it in neat, long manuscript.
"My heart," Lavi replied, resisting the urge to squirm in excitement. "Figuratively, of course."
"You're giving," Kanda paused, making sure he heard right, "your heart."
"Yeah."
"You're giving me your heart," Kanda stated. He didn't get it, at least, not at first. "You're giving me your heart," he slowly said. Gradually, he pieced together the phrase and got exactly what it meant. "Because...you like me."
"Well, yeah," the redhead said, suddenly embarrassed due to the way Kanda said it in such a way. "I mean, we've only known each other for so long, and I think there's a few decades of an age gap, but I mean, what's the difference because I think my dad was older than my mom by a few centuries or something, but I really like you and I'm assuming you like me, too, but I've been wrong before, just not about things like these, and I really like you-"
"You talk too much," Kanda said. In Lavi's babbling, Kanda grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from somewhere and scribbled something on it. He handed Lavi the paper, which was torn into the shape of a heart. It was horribly ripped; one side was larger than the other and there was a gaping corner in the larger side. "You can have my heart, too."
Lavi's grin widened, and he threw his long arms around the shorter. The redhead spun them around, and Kanda had to wrap his arms around Lavi's neck to keep from slipping.
"Okay, Romeo," the black cat said in his ear, "you can let me down now."
And Lavi did just that, but not without planting a face crushing kiss on Kanda's lips before his feet hit the ground.
Daisya was not happy-not happy at all.
Timothy, the sneaky kid, had somehow managed to get Marie and Daisya to come up to the middle ground, anyways. The brunette swears that kid has some kind of crazy and mysterious hypno-powers or something (but he still wishes he could have that power).
Daisya was laying on a tree branch, staring at the sky through the green leaves. It was kind of weird, being up here, again. He hasn't been up here since that time-
He stopped himself there before he would think about that in greater detail.
Before he could think about anything else, a cat jumped onto his stomach, effectively startling him. He jumped and fell of the branch. The distance to the ground was too short to flip over, so he landed on his face.
"Of course it had to be the face," he muttered to himself as he turned over. His eyes squinted as the sun continued to glare down at him.
The cat patted its paw on his arm and meowed.
"Timothy, you said?" he questioned.
The feline waved its paw.
"At the park?"
It held its paw in its place.
Daisya scowled. "Fine, whatever, you didn't have to cuss at me," he said, somewhat offended. "I'll stop repeating everything you say; happy?" With that, he got up and followed the cat to the park.
Timothy swung on the swing by himself, back and forth. The creaking of the old set sounded a somewhat familiar and nostalgic.
Maybe it'll bring back some memories...
"Yo! Timothy!" Daisya called form a distance.
The bluenette looked up, eyes wider than their usual narrowed look. The slight scowl stayed, though. The older black cat jogged up to him, asking what the kid needed him for.
"I think," Timothy paused, "we should team up with Kanda."
Just to be sure, one more time, tell me if there's something that kind of sets you off about this chapter ^^ It's pretty weird in the end because it seems a bit rushed and it might not make sense because to be honest, I can't write a better way for it to make more sense. Also, tell me about mistakes or anything unusual or something ^^