Kanda woke up early the next morning with his head and arms resting on Lavi's bed. Oh, I fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked at Lavi, who was still out cold. Not wanting to wake the redhead up, Kanda went around the room quietly, picking up the few things he'd taken out of his bag and hadn't packed up before Lavi'd gotten drunk.

He glanced over at Lavi, who was still asleep. Sighing, Kanda went over to the sleeping redhead and kissed his forehead gently.

"Hmm?" Lavi muttered sleepily. He cracked open his eye, then flinched at the light. "Ow... my head..." He shut his eye tightly and pulled his covers over his head. "Painful..."

"I'd ask how you're feeling, but it's obvious you're shit-faced," Kanda said bluntly.

"What happened last night?" Lavi asked. He could faintly remember talking about cheese, and he knew he'd said more besides, but he couldn't remember what for the life of him. It didn't help that every time he tried to think his head pounded painfully.

"You babbled like a baka for a couple hours," Kanda replied.

"But what'd I say?"
Kanda blushed for a minute and was thankful he wasn't facing the redhead. "You were only talking about cheese and how much you loved it."

"Oh." Lavi was relieved. He'd had the feeling that he'd told Kanda something extremely important and private, but maybe his feeling was wrong. "Well, if that's all," he yawned and curled up under the covers, "I'm goin' back to sleep."

"You know you have to pack up all your crap, right?"

Lavi pointed at his bag, which almost looked like he'd never opened it. "I kept all my crap together. All I need to put in there's my PJs and costume."

"Oh, so you're going home naked?"

"Yuu, I'm shit-faced to deal with you right now," Lavi mumbled.

Kanda smirked. "Moron."

"I'm too tired to figure out what that means."

Kanda walked over to Lavi's bed and pulled back the covers. "I love you," he said, knowing perfectly well Lavi couldn't understand.

"Fine, I'm getting up," Lavi grumbled. He sat up and held his pounding skull. "I swear, I'm killing your friend."

Lenalee's mother poked her head into the room through the connecting door. "Lavi? How're you feeling, honey?"

"He just has a headache," Kanda answered for him. He went over to his bag and dug out some Advil. "He'll be fine... probably."

Lavi glared at Kanda. "If I knew how to say shut up and die in Japanese, I'd be saying it right now," he said under his breath.

Kanda got Lavi some water and handed him some of the medicine. "Wait, didn't you give me something last night?" Lavi asked.

"Ibuprofen," Kanda replied. "Trust me, this'll help your headache. Just take it."

Mrs. Lee watched the little exchange for a minute, then said, "We're heading down to breakfast. Want me to bring anything up for you two?"

Kanda could tell by the way she said it that she suspected them of something, and Kanda didn't want to think about what. "Just some yogurt for me."

"Orange juice and some toast..."

"French toast," Kanda added.

"Thank you, mom," Lavi muttered crossly. He was secretly happy Kanda remembered he'd liked French toast, though.

"Lavi, go take a shower." Kanda stretched and sat down in a chair with a book. "You'll feel better."

"Thanks again, mom." Again, Lavi liked that Kanda cared enough to tell him to do that. He closed the door behind him and sighed. This'll be it... he thought sadly.

After breakfast, Lavi and Kanda went downstairs with their bags to wait for Lavi's ride to come for them. Lavi was just waiting for Lenalee's mom to come around with the car, while Kanda was waiting with him. He had a car, but what kind, Lavi didn't know.

"So... this is goodbye, huh?" Lavi said, setting down his bag.

"Guess so."

"...Don't you even care we won't see each other again?"

"We'll see each other. World's a small place."

Lavi raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen gas prices lately?"

"Have you seen my car lately?" Kanda pointed at a black Japanese sports car that a valet drove up. "Great mileage, too."

Lavi gaped at Kanda, especially when the valet greeted him by name. "Holy shiznit."

Kanda chuckled. "What? Never seen a car before?"

"THESE THINGS GO FOR LIKE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS! HOW MUCH ARE YOU PAYING FOR THIS THING?"

"It's paid off," Kanda said, still enjoying Lavi's reaction.

"W-what?!" Lavi's jaw dropped. "But—that—you—where—how—crap!"

"Oh? Didn't I tell you? I'm rich."

Lavi took a deep breath. "So does that mean you'll pay court costs when I sue your friend?"

"You don't even have to sue. I'll take care of it." The valet opened the driver-side door for Kanda.

"I get it! You're in the Yakuza!"

Kanda raised an eyebrow. "Why would I join those losers?"

"Darn, and here I thought I could threaten people."

"You still can if you really want to. Just say the last name Kanda. If they're corporate exec, they'll know who I am." Kanda closed the door and rolled down the tinted window. "See you sometime."

Lavi waved. "Yeah. See you." He'd sworn to himself he wouldn't cry, but a few tears did escape as Kanda drove off. I suck.

"Lavi! Over here!"

Lavi turned to the sound of Lenalee's voice and saw his ride, Lenalee's mother's Honda '96 Sedan. At least the junker was better than no ride, but Lavi really wished he'd asked Kanda to take him along too. He was willing to skip a few days if it meant riding around in that beautiful car with someone just as beautiful driving it. Lavi sighed happily as he daydreamed about it.

"Lavi? You okay?" Allen asked. Lavi had climbed in the car in a daze and was still spacing out. Only two things had that affect on Lavi: hot guys and sports cars. Judging by the way Lavi was acting, Kanda probably had a sports car.

"You didn't see Kanda's car?"

Allen had gotten it right. "What was it? A volvo?"

"Hell no! It was an Orochi!"1

Allen's eyes widened. "Holy... Isn't that like a Japanese Ferrari?"

"It's sex in the form of a car!"

Lenalee raised an eyebrow at them. "It's just a car."

"It's not just a car! It's one hell of an expensive car!" Lavi corrected. "And sexy to boot!"

Lenalee shook her head. "Men."

"No, only Lavi," Allen replied.

"God! I don't care who drives that car! I want to marry him! I mean, her!" Lavi glanced at Lenalee to see if she caught his slip of the tongue.

"Lavi, Mom and I figured out you were Gay second day."

Lavi breathed a sigh of relief, and then his head shot up. "Oh shit."

"What? Did something happen?" Allen asked. "Did you forget something?"

"My brain." Lavi buried his face in his hands. "I think I told him I loved him!"

It wasn't stretch to guess him meant Kanda. "You think? You don't know?"

"I got drunk! I can't remember anything right, but I can't help but think I told him!"

Allen sighed. "Is it so bad?"

"I didn't want to tell him that way! I wanted it to be romantic!"

"Lavi, not everything you read comes true. Lower your expectations and settle for less."

Lavi scowled at his friend. "How would you feel if you got drunk and told Lenalee you liked her?"

Allen shrugged. "Good. One less thing to worry about. Besides, I'm not that stupid."

"Do I want to know what you're saying about me?" Lenalee asked.

"Allen says he—" But Allen punched Lavi in the arm to silence him.

Lenalee shook her head. "Here, read this and shut up."

"A For Dummies book?" Lavi asked, then he realized it was a Japanese For Dummies book.

"I figured you're want to get even with Kanda next time you saw him." Lenalee shrugged, then closed her eyes. "Now be quiet so I can sleep."

Lavi grinned. "Thanks Lenalee!" he said brightly before burying his nose in the book.

1 For those who don't know, it's one sexy car... Just google it. Far as I know, it's about $90k and is only available in Japan... Thus, Kanda not only had to ship it here, but he also had to have it custom built so the steering wheel was on the left.

Short chapter, we know. Not much happens on Sunday, so... yeah...

See you next chapter.