My Heart

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Chapter Thirteen: Getting Closer, Ever So Slowly

He saw them long before they came out of hiding, just as the carriage rattled closer. He flashed across the road, startling the driver, his sword fully drawn before he entered the trees opposite his hiding place. The first Akuma looked surprised as Mugen sliced it open, spilling its foul blood on the ground and the swordsman. The blood spatters were of no consequence, nor were the surprised cries of the passengers as the explosion rocked their transport to a stop.

A few Akuma tried for the carriage, their odd cannon-guns pointed at the wood and metal contraption. Kanda, slow by no means whatsoever, caught the movement and sprung into the air at them. His sword dug into the metal "skin" eagerly, rending the machine in half. More of the dark blood sprayed into the air, to the ground, decorating Kanda's clothes and face in chaotic and incomprehensible patterns. The resulting explosion vibrated in Kanda's chest briefly before he was off again, Mugen reaching out like an extension of the swordsman's body to deal death upon another of the machines.

A minute later, the last explosion rocked the carriage, earning a few more startled screams from a woman inside. Kanda sniffed, unconsciously disgusted by the weakness of the woman. He shifted his sharp eyes over to the driver of the large contraption just in time to see the wide-eyed man's skin darken, crumble into dust and blow away in the wind. An especially fat level one grinned at Kanda as its weapons swiveled down to point at the carriage below it.

Kanda's expression was blank as he calculated the distance between himself and the Akuma. A ten, maybe twelve foot distance. Could he make it in time....? Before the Akuma fired? Surely Kanda was fast, probably the fastest exorcist in the Dark Order, aside from Lenalee with her nearly-supersonic crystalline innocence, but could he move faster than a speeding Akuma-bullet?

Dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as two of the cannons flipped up to point at Kanda. The message was clear:

Move, and both he and the innocents in the carriage would be shot. Yes, Kanda would survive, but the passengers would not.

His hand tightened around the sword as Kanda asked himself again if he was fast enough.

That question was never answered as a dark shape flew out of the trees and attacked the Akuma, catching it unaware. It landed on the Akuma almost faster than Kanda's eyes could register and the next thing he knew, the Akuma flew to the right of the carriage and exploded loudly. The same dark shape landed a few feet in front of Kanda.

"Lenalee, you want to permanently lose the use of your legs?" Kanda snapped, with a little less ire than might normally be there. Lenalee cocked her head to the side in an innocent manner, smiling.

"You're welcome, Kanda." she said, unfazed. She turned around and walked over to the carriage to check on the passengers. Kanda analyzed her steps, noticing the slight limp and hesitation before each step. It irritated him that she under minded him, but he felt a little relieved that she was obviously not as pained as she had been. He heard Lenalee ask the passengers a question, but did not pay attention to the response. Distinctly, he heard foots steps approach from behind.

It was not the shuffling gait of a peasant, but the dignified walk of someone who took pride in themselves.

"How many survivors, Kanda?" Noise Marie asked in his deep, but soft, voice.

"Che. Don't know, don't care."

"Of course not." Marie replied, and Kanda could imagine the man rolling his sightless eyes. Not that Kanda cared. The older man could think what he wanted.

Kanda stalked off towards the trees, grunting something about searching the "perimeter" for any surviving Akuma. Marie nodded absently and approached the carriage. He listened to the panicked breathing of the people in the carriage and the startled nickering of the remarkably calm horses, given all the ruckus of a few minutes before. Lenalee's reassuring voice sounded in his ears through the headphones, as did Kanda's grumbling twenty feet away. Marie loved Kanda like a brother, but he needed to learn to loosen up a little.

But Marie had to admit, the cold, collected behavior of the Japanese man helped in many a hectic moment. His temper left something to be desired, though, regardless of how good he was.

After helping the victims of the carriage-attack to the best of their ability and sending for some help, the three of them left for the docks to catch their boat. Lenalee talked a little at Kanda, who barely responded, and a little to Marie. Marie's responses were distracted at best, despite his desire to talk to Lenalee. He was concentrating on the tone in Kanda's voice whenever he responded. He could hear an audible (for him) desperate and rather strained undertone to the Japanese man's voice that disturbed Marie significantly. The further that they got from the site of the battle (or perhaps the closer they got to the docks? Or the Dark Order?) the stronger the desperation grew in the swordsman's voice. Marie wasn't sure that Lenalee couldn't hear it, but he knew for sure that he was not imagining things.

Kanda was worried about something and was trying his hardest to hide it.

"Komui?"

A soft sigh sounded in the room, sounding a little exasperated.

"Yes?"

"What time is it?"

"It's late, A-"

"But how late?"

Another exasperated sigh.

"It is nine o'clock, and I-"

A tired, loud yawn interrupted, followed by a sheepish laugh.

"I think it is time for you to turn in. He will be here by morning and you won't have to wait any longer."

"Or worry any more..."

A slight pause before a curious-toned response:

"Yeah."

"Good night, Komui."

"Hang on!"

"What is it?"

"Let me get someone to take you back to the medical wing. You know how easily exhausted you get. You wouldn't get any further than the end of the corridor."

Another sheepish laugh with the clinking of hard nails against metal.

"Yeah, you're right."

A slight pause before:

"You would make a great mother, Komui."

"Huh?!"

Hehe...I like that ending.

Sumimasen!!! I am so, so, so sorry!!! I couldn't write for the longest time! And then...school...

I know, excuses, excuses, but they are true, unfortunately. I also apologize that this chapter is so short, but I am having difficulty getting my writing juices flowing.

....Flowing. It's more like an epileptic sprinkler with no water pressure....In the middle of a drought.

It seems like there might be a break soon in the flood of school work, so I hope to be able to write more. I've been getting some inspiration lately and that might be turned into my "writing/creative juices". I will try...I promise.

Thank you for remaining patient and I am truly sorry that this chapter kinda sucks. I will work my butt off to get more out tonight.

Review and tell me how much I suck and need to get to work. ^_^;;

Loves,

Maze Puppet