It's been a while since I updated. I'm busy. VERY busy. And still, nearly every dang day somebody adds this to alerts or favorites! You have no clue how touched I am!
But, seriously, taking two seconds to put "Write On" in the review box (which freaks me out. There's a story behind that, and I might share some other time) isn't really that hard, is it?
Please?
Yeah, and this chapter is short... because I made it that way... =(
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I don't own D. Gray-Man or Naruto. ...
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Komui vs Komukins
So, maybe it wasn't the wisest choice Kimimaro had made all day. Maybe it wasn't even the wisest choice he'd made within the last five minutes. Either way, he'd just used his Kekkei Genkai against Kanda, and things were only going to get more complicated, this he was sure.
Kanda was frozen in his ready position. He didn't dare make the first move. The eyes of the two warriors were all locked, evaluating with a brutal chill.
"Kid, if I were you, I'd be hiding something like that, not showing the world."
The grin of the younger was compromised. He turned suddenly blank and bitter. "I really don't care what you would do."
"Oh shut the—"
There was a loud bashing on the door. "Yu-chan! Come on buddy! I know you're in there! Come on! It's not all right to kill new people!"
Kanda gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Mugen. "GET LOST!!!"
"Yu-chan, if you don't come out, I'm going to come in there!! I have the key!"
"Shit," he breathed. "I really fucking hate the Baka Usagi." He pointed at Kimimaro, who was already shaping up and getting rid of the weapons. "You! We'll finish this some other time."
"That's it, Yu! You two have ten seconds, and then I'm coming in!"
Lavi didn't need to wait that long because that door swung open and smacked him square on the nose an instant after. Kanda, looking just as ornery as ever, stormed out and headed for his room. Kimimaro went in a similar direction, but waited a moment. First, because he didn't think it would be appropriate to suddenly pretend to be chummy with the crowd, no matter how much potential it had to frighten them away. Second, because he needed to get his jacket.
He was quickly bombarded with questions from random onlookers. "Hey! Who won?!"
"Yeah! Did you kick Kanda's ass again?!"
"Can we watch next time?"
Kimimaro glared at them, with no reaction. Mostly, this was because they had their eyes closed and were smiling too big to have eyes functioning at the same time. But, they were all surprised and sad to find that when at last they opened their eyes, their new hero was gone. He had disappeared like a wisp of smoke. And what were all of them thinking about that?
"Damn... That guy is fucking amazing!"
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Bam!
There went the right shoe.
Bam!
And then the left one.
God, it was about time. Kimimaro ripped off his socks and wiggled his toes. They were all angry now, yelling and cursing for having been stuck in such an uncomfortable position all day. The boy fell back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to recount everything that had happened to him that day. It hurt his head just recollecting the first couple hours.
"How did I get my self into this mess?" He sighed and kept gazing into the back of his mind. Nobody answered him, as expected. He touched his cracked lip. It was enough to make him smile all over again. "How long has it been since somebody could outmatch me in battle?"
--
Kanda sat on his bed cross-legged and groaned. He now had some very displeasing mental images. He'd seen a lot of things in battle that could make a man's skin crawl, but never before that day had he actually seen skin crawling.
Mugen glinted over in the corner, calling its master to stop worrying.
But, that wasn't going to be possible. He had three important things to reflect on before he was even close to ready for resting. First, what was he going to do about the new guy? Was he dangerous? He'd seemed pretty decent to Kanda. Kimimaro was one of the only people he could think of that might not be a complete issue to wok with. Then again, this power of his, this... Kekkei Genkai. Was it some kind of evil thing? It was too early to determine. He'd just have to sit back and wait, and then strike down the enemy if he turned out to be such.
Second, who'd actually won the fight? It was fair and obvious that when they were strictly using swords, Kanda kicked ass. When the other boy switched over to his more natural fighting style, it could have well gone either way, for what he knew. But, Kanda supposed that the winner would be determined next time around, and he had no intention of losing.
The samurai shrugged and pulled the covers over his head, ready to just fall asleep. Just as his head hit the pillow, Kanda contemplated the last question.
How the hell was he going to get Lavi back for his embarrassing remarks?
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"A mission?"
"That's right! It's going to be four of you guys this time."
"Four? That sounds pretty serious." Kimimaro examined the description for their mission. "Why four?"
Komui sipped his coffee. "Well, I can't say that there's any real reason. Things are slow around here, and everybody's getting antsy, so to speak." He scratched at the bandages on his face for a brief moment. "Originally, it was going to be just you and Lavi. However, Kanda and Allen have been bothering me for a very long time about going on a mission."
"Isn't it dangerous to send so many out at once?" The ninja looked over the paperwork, not closely, but enough to get a decent idea of what was going on. "There might be Akuma attacks."
"That's not really a problem. If something like that happens, we can just radio our exorcists. Besides, we do have a few others right now that are available for missions."
"... I see."
Komui chugged down the last of his caffeine and adjusted his glasses. "Alright, I need to brief the other three, so you could wait over in the halls, if you want?"
Without verbal response, Kimimaro left the room and hid- gah- I mean, stood patiently in the hallways. Rumor had it that Kanda was testy today. Very testy. More so than usual, even, if that was possible. Which, it might not have been. Either way, after the last little battle, the ninja knew enough to stay off of the older teen's bad side.
If in fact he did have a good side at all.
Lavi, at that moment, burst into the room screaming bloody murder, flailing around like he'd caught fire. He had a firm grip on something just in front of his nose.
And wouldn't you know it? Komukins had struck again. The boy's quick turn sent the little chattering beast sailing across the room, where it landed with a light thud on the desk in front of Komui. The Head Officer shot up like he'd been his by lightning, running over to the corner of the room next to Lavi.
"Wha-what the hell is that thing?!" Lavi grabbed the Chinese man and used him as a shield, trying to ward off the squirrel that was so contently now chewing up paperwork from anywhere it pleased.
"Komukins... He's evil!"
The Bookman-in-training looked Komui straight in the eye. "Sir, you NEED to get rid of that thing!"
"Eh? I don't want anything to do with it!"
Lavi frowned and suddenly got smacked in the face by a brilliant idea. "It's been attacking everybody. What if Lenalee gets hurt?"
"... Lenalee?" Out of thin air, the man pulled out a machine gun and his helmet, smiling demonically and fitting the squirrel into the crosshair. "Prepare to die, foul vermin! You shall not lay a single one of your disgusting paws on my dear sweet Lenalee!!" He glanced quickly back at Lavi. "You'll have to just get Kanda and Allen and go on the mission without a briefing."
"Hm? Oh, alright..."
"Thank you. BANZAI!!!" The room was suddenly filled with a barrage of bullets.
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