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&& This chapter is written in Kanda's point of view. It's pretty short, but I wrote it in a couple of minutes. Edited it a few times until it sounded right.
It'll end in a few more chapters. I'm excited, because once it's over, it's starting up again.
When it's done, I'll add misc. extra chapters. Like.. a drabble series, almost... Not exactly.
Nevermind, haha. Feel free to read on. ^^
Recommended song:
Kelun - BOYS DON'T CRY
Wrote this while listening to it. I guess it affected the tone of the story. *shrug*
Kanda and Yumiko had shared the same nickname ever since the day they met. At age 15, they found each other in the cafeteria. It wasn't exactly the typical boy meets girl moment. Kanda was silently chewing on his soba noodles until a messy girl sat next to him with a plate of curry. She ate quickly and spilled rice on the tables like a dog, but she ate like a dog with manners damn it. Kanda remembered watching her eat. Never before had he witnessed something so intriguing yet disgusting at the same time (until he met Allen of course). He also remembered her voice. It sounded smaller back then now that he thought of it.
Oh, and the first words she ever spoke to him with: "Can I borrow your napkin?"
And the first words he ever exchanged with her: "Get your own, damn it."
Yumiko had this forgive and forget factor about her, and the process takes much faster than the average person. A week after he got to know her, he came up with a hypothesis. For instance, let's say you call her a pig. Perhaps the insult immediately gets registered into her brain from on ear but then pops out the other end labeled: "FORGIVEN!" and out into the "FORGET!" bin. She wasn't weird, just… really nice.
Over time, they got to know more about each other. Enough to gain insight of each other, but not enough to write an auto-biography about each other's past. They never spoke of it, now that Kanda thought. Guess we'll just leave it at that. Nothing needs to change. Everything almost just enough between them. Yeah, almost.
There were some moments when she was out of character, like when she sees a little kid on the street or when she passes a bakery when they go out on their daily stroll. She'd blank out and become this old fashioned young woman. Her personality goes so absent, she might as well put on lace gloves and a classy Victorian dress. Yumiko would be a completely different person. What bothered Kanda most were her eyes. They exposed a sign of being distressed— an emotion that he thought never existed in her happy go lucky self.
"Kanda?" That sweet voice snapped him out of it.
"What?" Kanda's tone sounded unintentionally sour. He didn't mean to, but he didn't worry. Yumiko had already filed it in her mind and out the window it would go.
"Uh, I was just wondering… What is my last name again?" Yumiko whined, her petite hands clasping around Kanda's upper arm.
From all these years of hard core training specifically for these types of moments (yes, these moments that included Yumiko), there was still one muscle he had trouble gaining control of— His stupid heart. Mentally, he smacked himself for thinking something so corny.
"This isn't a good time, Yumiko," Kanda said flatly. He was too busy controlling the self conflict and contradictions in his head.
"Yuu, seriously, you're getting flabby," Yumiko's lips stuck out in a pout as she was still hanging on Kanda with one arm. She poked his rock-hard abs once more.
He winced. The throbs in his heart were getting louder. Why couldn't she hear it? It was probably louder than a friggin' gunshot… And what did she mean by he was getting flabby? Was she not there when he saved her from that akuma? The only flabby thing in his body was that piece of shit in his chest that drove him absolutely insane.
"There's this," Yumiko pinched a section of Kanda's stomach, "Little flab of—"
Kanda turned red, and the self conflict in his head got out of control from her touch. Oh shit, oh shit, what if the blush was too noticeable? Crap, NOBODY would ever let him forget it.
"YUMIKO!" He yelled, hoping his friends and Yumiko would think the red was from anger. With his short temper, he was sure they would jump to the conclusion.
Yumiko looked up at him and blinked. She was acting innocent and clueless. That's right, he knew. And damn her. Damn her for pulling her signature move.
Kanda bit his lip warily. This was too much. At this rate, he'd turn redder than he had ever been. He made a mental note throughout all the madness in his mind: 'TRAIN MORE.'
"What is it Yuu?" Yumiko said, mouth open. He knew exactly why she did this— To tempt him— exaggerating those pretty lip movements would cause him to break down. Kanda was too smart for this, he knew her too well. 'Float like a butterfly while stinging like a bee' described her accurately. She was a magician with a lot of tricks to offer, but Kanda knew them all. Well, all the ones she's used so far.
"… If you want your last name back, you better shut up," Kanda mumbled, his eyes narrowing. He forced himself to look the other way, bracing himself for her final attack.
"Alright Yuu! Thanks!" Yumiko chirped.
Kanda couldn't help himself. Temptation took over. He quickly glanced down at Yumiko.
He saw that smile on her face.
If people could dissolve, he would have melted until hell froze over.