Disclaimer: D.Gray-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura.
Chapitre Trois: Mr Gambler
The elegant young man dressed in an impeccable suit of red and black lifted two bottles. "A Sauvignon Blanc of twelve, or a Cabernet Merlot of ten?"
"I'd like red tonight, merlot it is."
"Master, would you like a salad to go with the meal?" Another boy, with pale, almost silver skin asked from behind a door.
"Yes, please do."
Tyki Mikk smiled into the mirror. "Everything must be perfect for my bunny dear. It's too bad he continuously refuses to move in with me," the man lamented despairingly. His butler, Tease, smirked in a soft manner. "As much as he wishes to, Master Lavi fears the damage of your reputation, as you are Duke Mikk of the Noah clan." "I'd sacrifice everything for him, as long as he'd be by my side," Tyki replied, a gentle smile upon his handsome visage. Roron smiled shyly behind his spatula. "I'd wished he'd become a member of the family permanently; he's so nice to us."
"Nice indeed…He's such a darling, isn't he? He could be so much more if he wasn't a private investigator," the Portuguese murmured as he sipped from a glass of brandy. A little warm-up before his dinner, of course. "Yes, I do wonder why such a brilliant individual like Master Lavi chooses such an inconspicuous career," his butler asked aloud. "Maybe it was a dream of his since he was a child and now he's happy with it," his cook suggested. "Perhaps. If my sweetheart is happy, then he should do whatever he wants to. By the way, Roron, shouldn't you be tending to the kitchen now?" Tyki asked plainly, prompting Roron to flee while screaming, "Oh lord; the soup!!"
It was then the bell rang. "That must be bunny boy!" Tyki sprang up happily and raced to open the door. "Hello…Oh, it's you." The Portuguese soured immediately and turned away from the door with a pout. "Yeah, sorry for not being the Duracell bunny," Kanda sarcastically stated and handed a package to Tease. Tyki took a peek into it and nodded airily. "St. Trafalgar's Chiffon Cake. At least you know how to act like a proper guest."
"Don't give me the stick-up-my-ass routine. I already know it too well," the model scoffed and made himself comfortable on the expensive couch. "Then you should stop invading my alone-time with Lavi," Tyki sulked, sitting opposite of him. "Did you think I didn't try? Have you ever said no to him?" Kanda challenged. "Of course not! There are no 'no's' with my dear bunny. Wait…don't tell me you're just playing to his whims to please him," the duke mentioned suspiciously, watching Kanda warily. "Stop making me look like some depraved man who wants to rob his friend from his lover! I'm not desperate, and especially not for that baka usagi! He has ways of making people not say no!" Kanda growled, getting impatient of Tyki's accusations.
"…So, what are you here for this time?" Tyki receded on his accusations, but the sulk was still visible.
"I contracted his services yesterday. He told me to meet him here today so that he could pass me the info that I need," Kanda explained, taking a generous gulp from the brandy that Tease placed before him. "Oh really, what for this time? Did the sheath break again?" Tyki poked fun at Kanda's obsession with his prized katana. Kanda bristled. "No. You'll know when he briefs me. More importantly, what are you serving for dinner?" "If you're expecting soba, be disappointed. You can ask Roron to make you some if you're desperate. Oh, and ask nicely. You nearly scared Roron to death when he forgot the spring onion and you attacked him for that little mistake," Tyki flippantly answered.
The model tch-ed and stalked off to the kitchen. The doorbell rang again in Kanda's absence, and Tyki greeted it with less enthusiasm. Lavi blinked adorably up into the face of his lover. "You don't look happy to see me." "It's not your fault, dear. I just had a nasty shock," Tyki purred, pulling Lavi in as he closed the door. From a distance, Roron's screams were heard. "See what I mean? Kanda just loves terrorizing my staff," Tyki sighed. "He's just trying to be sociable," Lavi chuckled. Tyki nearly choked on his next words. "Socialize?! Uuh, Lavi dear, you're giving your friend a little too much faith. If he had Mugen in his hands right now, I won't doubt if he decides to trash my kitchen for its lack of soba," Tyki wryly said; leading Lavi to the dining hall by the waist.
"Tyki, you know he's not that bad. He just lacks a favourable companion! Since I have you and you have me, the world is perfect," Lavi answered sweetly. "I can tell his temper definitely isn't from lack of sex. Can't he just choose one of those women and keep himself content?" Tyki grumbled, rather unhappy that Lavi was actually too dense to realize that he was not pleased with Kanda who intruded on their private moments; and at Lavi's invitation too, much to Tyki's chagrin. "Don't keep frowning, dear…It'll give you wrinkles quickly." Lavi pressed a small kiss on Tyki's forehead, grinning widely.
"I'll try…If you're willing to entertain me…"
Tyki licked the redhead's lips, smiling seductively. On second thoughts, he could ravish Lavi in the hallway before they went to dinner…
"Oi, you two better hurry or the food will go cold."
Tyki scowled and cursed brilliantly in Portuguese, prompting odd looks from Kanda and Lavi; both whom did not understand a word he said. Kanda was a definite bother. Tyki plotted deviously that he should play matchmaker and get Kanda someone he could tolerate so that the model will be off with his own toy and not disturbing him trying to have sex with his lover! He begrudgingly stalked to the dining hall, shooting Kanda death glares from time to time. Lavi was politely confused, allowing Tyki to hug him possessively as he was almost carried off. Kanda muttered something under his breath which was probably impolite and followed after the two.
"So, where's the file?"
Kanda impatiently demanded upon being seated. Lavi waved it in front of him; baiting him only to pull the file away when Kanda tried to grab it. "Food first, business later," Lavi quipped, much to Kanda's irritation. Dinner would have been a most delightful affair if it was not for Kanda's aura darkening pretty much everything. Unable to endure, Tyki said, "Lavi, why don't you tell us what Kanda's so desperate about?" "Oh fine, be a spoilsport Yu. But I gotta hand it to you; you just get attracted to the most interesting of characters," Lavi chuckled. Kanda's attention was occupied, and the whole room went eerily silent. "First of all, the subject at hand is named Allen Walker."
Tyki spurt out his red wine all over the pristine white tablecloth.
Tease shook his head. "Those stains aren't going to come out."
"What's wrong, dear?!" Lavi asked, surprised by the reaction. Coughing, Tyki dabbed at his lips with a napkin. "Allen Walker…? Isn't that a GUY'S name? Don't tell me…Kanda got the hots for a boy this time?!" Kanda shot the Duke a deadly glare. Lavi nodded happily. "Oh yes! And the boy is so utterly adorable, Tyki! I'm sure Yu's finally met 'the one' this time! Here's a picture," the Bookman passed to Tyki a simple Polaroid shot. The Portuguese scrutinised the picture for a while. It was of a snow-haired boy, with a bizarre tattoo over his left eye. He was in an apparent joyful mood as he was laughing in the photo. Kanda snatched the picture out of his hand in an instant, growling possessively.
"What? Mr Supermodel getting serious this time?" Tyki smirked. "I bet you'll get tired with him soon. I don't even think you'd even get him to bed. Plus, if you really are going to turn to guys, you'll cause pandemonium in Japan as all the women break down in despair," he continued with a dramatic flair. "I don't give a damn about the women. Besides, who said I was getting serious about this moyashi? He's just something else to pass time," Kanda dismissed coldly. Tyki made a sour face. "Ugh, the way you speak of people as if they were expendable…So tasteless."
"Anyway, boys…Listen up. Allen is eighteen this year, studying at, fufu, guess where, Yu? Our old school, the Black Order Academy! Apparently he's also student council president and the heartthrob of both girls AND guys. Still single, but has been reportedly sighted with a young girl whose identity still evades me. I'll try to dig details about her later. Apparently Allen doesn't join any school clubs, but he's made the honorary member of every club and he's forced to be particularly active in the Science Club, Chess Club, Modelling Club and the err…Otaku Club. He's what they list as a moe mascot. You might find a rival in the form of Narein, Allen's best friend, vice president. He's an Indian who transferred over as a foreign student. Despite his popularity, Allen is known for befriending the strangest of people. So far so good?"
Kanda nodded in thoughtful silence; Tyki nodding grimly.
"He's living alone and taking several part time jobs. It seems that he has a lot of debts on him, but I still haven't worked on finding out why. Oh, and he has a very cute girl, a year younger than him, who follows him around too in school. The girl's name is Sachiko Chomesuke Marian." Once again, Tyki choked on his drink. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're alright?" Lavi asked in disbelief at the violent reactions that Tyki had shown throughout the discussion. "I-I'm okay…She just sounds familiar to someone I've known for a bit…But it's impossible…Continue, Lavi," Tyki muttered, whilst he secretly wondered, 'Marian? Good Lord, don't tell me…He finally went overboard and got someone pregnant? No…No way…'
Lavi blinked in confusion. "Uh…Well, anyway, Allen and Sachiko's relationship is clean slate, not dating, so you have a chance Yu. Here are his additional data, like his address, contact number and his general stats," the investigator handed a file over to Kanda, who took it and flipped through. "…Job done, alright. Do I pay you the usual way?" "Of course, but with a bonus. When you get cosy with the boy, you have to introduce him to me," Lavi bartered with a wicked smile. Kanda frowned for a while. "…Hn, as if I'm going to be any closer than I have to." "I doubt he can get his hands on this one. I don't think any boy will willingly fall into bed with him, even if he is one of the hottest men in Japan," Tyki scorned, but with intention.
"Bullshit, I can get anyone I want," Kanda retorted, feeling that he was being belittled. That was not Tyki's wishes, however. "Really? If you can get the boy into bed with you, I'll let you have one of my estates. If you can't…You have to stop coming to my house for three months," Tyki challenged. "Fine by me. Be prepared to lose your countryside mansion," Kanda smirked and got up. "I'm leaving now that business is done." Tease saw Kanda to the door. Tyki let out a great sigh. "Tyki…Is something the matter?" Lavi was genuinely worried. Tyki pressed a chaste kiss to Lavi's forehead. "It's okay, dear. I just have a lot on my mind. Why don't you go up to the bedroom and wait for me?"
When Lavi left, Tyki slumped onto the table. "What the heck have I said…?!" He was hoping that by challenging Kanda, he would give up, but now it became a bet. And a bet on his virginity, no less. Tyki only prayed Kanda would give up pursuing from boredom. Tease returned to the dining hall with his cell phone in hand. "I presume you need to make a call, Master Tyki?" "You know me too well, Tease…"
If this was how things turned out, Tyki had to warn the delivery boy Kanda took an interest to.
Especially when said delivery boy was a school idol whom he was actually related to.
Still with me, my dear readers? 3 There's a twist added into this flavorful story now! I don't suppose you wonder how Mr Delivery Boy is related to Mr Professional Gambler, do you...?
