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Please enjoy. 83
"Hey Yuu-chan, don't pretend that you don't hear me, I know that you do." The Japanese man gave a low growl, before dropping the book which he had been trying to read in order to brush back up on his Spanish.
The moment that Kanda opened the door, he was bombarded by the annoying Energizer Bunny.
"Fuck! Ugasi, get the hell off me!" The red head complied, and bounced off his counterpart to land with perfect aim on the sofa, which the other male had been sitting on.
"Nee, Yuu-chan, ya need to control your temper: it really isn't in the least bit attractive. No wonder you haven't settled down with a woman somewhere and had little Yuu-lets! You would probably kill them all!" Lavi laughed, though the man beside him did not find that all-so-wonderful humor in his words, and the Bookman soon once again, found an impeccably sharp blade resting against his navel.
"Baka, I will only say this once, so listen to me carefully: why are you bothering me now?" Lavi, for once in his not-so-nice life, dropped the happy face, leaving a serious and stern gaze that he had obtained through years of training with the former Bookman.
"Fine, fine," There was a soft chuckle, though it was nothing like the vibrant peels of laughter that always seemed to be coming forth from the fifty-first persona, "I came to ask you about what I was talking to you with on the battlefield."
Black eyes glinted like steel in the light that was coming only from a small lamp on the center table.
"I already told you."
"One little word will not be able to quench my large Bookman curiosity, Kanda." For some disgusting reason the ring of his name going past Lavi's lips sounded off putting and strange.
The Asian gave a low sigh, and then ran a hand through the long ponytail, which he was thankful that he hadn't taken it down.
He glared at the redhead, though upon noticing that the man was getting comfortable on his sofa, he realized that it was damn close to impossible to make the other leave him to his peace.
"Why are you bothering me with this?" he asked, knowing that it was a weak excuse to cover the fact that he did indeed have a weakness, but he tried it anyway.
"I am a recorder of history: I have to write down all that I can learn. It's my job." Lavi's smile widened just a bit, as if to show the other that he wasn't going to leave until he obtained all that he wanted to know.
"I told you that it was similarities."
"Similarities to what? Their and your upbringings, your lives, what is exactly similar?"
"What he is and what I am." Lavi could only assume that he meant Alma.
"Half Akuma?" Lavi's visible green eye widened, obviously confused, as he watched the Asian man roll his eyes. His hand was still running through his hair, the way that it did when he was hiding the fact that he was nervous or cornered.
"That is one way to put it."
"Where is your usual bluntness?"
Black eyes closed, and the hand halted only to settle back in its owner's lap. "He's half Noah." The pen that Lavi had been fiddling with clattered to the floor.
~.~.~0~.~.~
I awoke in the night to a shuffling to my left side. Opening my eyes so that they were slits, I looked at the back of Chéri as she looked down to check that she had not woken anyone up and then exited the room in a rushed motion.
Confused, I too, left the cot, on which, I had been sleeping and tip-toed over to the doorway, where a tiny trickle of light poured through the crack that the slab of wood made.
Hushed voices came to my ears as I rubbed sleep away from my eyes.
"What in the world is so important that you wake me up at this hour?" Chéri's tone was angry though it held a minute trace of fear that I could not determine the reason for.
"It happened again." The voice, Alma's voice, said.
It sounded so foreign: so flat and broken.
"Merde… who did you attack?" What was going on?
"N-No one, it wasn't as bad this time."
"I'll go and get the General."
"NO!" I watched as they both flinched as his exclamation bounced off the walls in the form of an echo.
"They've been getting worse and more frequent, you idiot! Don't you see that you might one day kill someone?" The fear was edging more and more into the girl's voice.
"You know what you will do if that happens." Alma's voice, if possible grew even colder.
"Yeah…" There was a movement of shadows as Chéri's hand brushed across the left side of the boy's chest over where his heart might be.
"They haven't turned back yet, have they?" Alma asked, and in response the French exorcist lifted his chin with two fingers.
I tilted my head in, just enough to see what she was looking at. Golden irises flickered in the dim light of the lamp that had been placed by the boy on to the floor. Graying tones covered the normally tan skin.
I jerked back into the room, careful not to make any noise not wanting to believe what I had witnessed. This had to be a nightmare.
~.~.~0~.~.~
"What do you mean, Yuu-chan?" The nickname was back, as the Bookman hastily gathered his personal belongings from the floor.
"His mother was a woman by the name of Maria Soto; she owned a grocery-shop in downtown Madrid. His father was Tiki Mikk, Noah of Pleasure."
"You have got to be kidding me, Yuu! You have taken a NOAH in as your son! What about Chéri?" The glare the Lavi obtained was colder than ice.
He understood why: with Kanda being a part of the second Exorcist and all. But he would never have thought that it would be Kanda Yuu to be the one to find it in his heart to take in a person who could very well have killed them all in their sleep.
"Where is his mother in all this?" Lavi attempted to control the pit of confusion that was now turning in his brain.
"Dead: killed by the Noah." Lavi's mind halted for a moment, shock mostly, but also because of the fact that his mind finally connected to the fact that Kanda really did care.
Even though it was a quiet and well-covered type of caring: it was indeed there.
"Eh… well then, what about Ch ~" He was cut off when the door slammed open, and in burst Chéri.
The girl was clearly terrified: her hair was a mess, far from its normal neat state.
"General! It's Alma: he's having another attack!" Kanda shifted into a standing position and stalked out of the room after the girl. Lavi followed.
The boy was standing, his left hand spread across his eyes with a white-knuckled grip. His breathing came out in rushed pants and his body was shaking in an invisible wind. I rushed out of the room, in fear for him.
"Alma, Alma… what is it? What is going on?" I reached out to touch his shoulder, though the moment that my fingers brushed against his shoulder; I was filled with a sickening feeling.
"G-Get away." His voice was strained, "If I go black I will try to kill you."
"Black?" I was desperately confused.
He harbors the Noah gene, just as Allen Walker did: until the two sides of him reach a balance he will most likely be very unstable and switch personalities. The Voice rang in my head and I shook it, trying to clear my thoughts.
"What can I do to make it stop?" I mumbled to myself, as I felt the energy surrounding me beginning to condense. Nothing… unless you wish to cause him a great amount of pain. Was the simple reply.
I heard feet padding down the hallway, and a voice call out in panic, "Elena! Get away from him!" Uncle Bookman?
"What would that be?" I cried, desperate, as I watched Alma's skin begin to turn a darker gray.
I hadn't realized that the Sword of Exorcism had come to fit in my left fist. I hadn't noticed that I swung it back, until it had come swinging down in a wide arch.
"What?" I reacted at the last second causing it to land on the wooden floor. I was soon dragged back by a furious looking Mr. Kanda, though his attention was soon directed at the boy in front of me.
A dark shadow seemed to be looming over the Spanish teen before condensing into the shadow of a smiling figure, the mouth grinning at us with grotesque glee.
Golden eyes gleamed at us with laughter sparking in them.
"Well, well, it's the pretty boy, 'che-ing' Asian and the redhead brat of a Bookman. It's been a while, hasn't it?" I didn't remember that voice, though it brought around a sense of déjà vu.
Chéri's spears circled around her, and Mugan was already unsheathed.
Whoever-It-Was-In-Alma's-Body ran a hand through his (Alma's) hair, and looked down at me. His smile, if possible, widened.
"So you are the Boy's brat? You remember me don't you? I was there with Roade when we attacked you house. Speaking of Roade, you got her pretty mad the other day."
"Like I give a damn." I growled, and was responded with a laugh.
Light eyes turned to Auntie Kanda, "You've done a pretty good job training this boy: I couldn't even invade his thoughts during the invasion on the Brat's house."
I had no idea that someone could be so chatty when they have a whole line of weapons pointed at them.
There was a flash of purple, and I just managed to block. Grey eyes met dark yellow. "Where is he?" My eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Might I ask who exactly you are looking for?" I asked pushing against his arm-blades.
"You know who."
I chose to ignore the commotion around me, and smiled at him, "I hope that you know that this means war." His eyes looked curious for a moment.
"Perhaps Miss Roade did not tell you, but I stated that dare you come near the people that I call my family with the intent to harm them, I will make it my mission to hunt you down till every last one of you is ten feet under. Tell your 'Millennium Earl' that, please. And unless you wish to feel this sword cut through your gut."
I felt the pressure against my blade slacken, but then push straight back. Metallic eyes being dulling to brown only to gain control a moment later.
Anger switched to furious desperation to defend.
Then simply brown, as they look at me with dazed agony before Alma all together collapsed.
Note to self: never attempt to stop a person from falling when they weigh at least twenty pounds more than you.
I stumbled back, before moving so that my friend was leaning against a wall. Right then I was hit over the head with a sheathed Mugan.
"Ow!" I cried, glaring up at Auntie Kanda, right before he repeated the action, this time on my neck.
"Chibi Moyashi! What the hell did you think that you were doing? He could have killed you!" Auntie wacked me over the head once again for good measure just to make sure that I understood his point.
"You're the same as your father: Always placing yourself in danger to save people and not giving a crap about yourself! If you want to die so badly then I will do it myself!"
"Nee, Yuu-chan, Lenalee would be mad if she heard you saying this." Lavi said weakly, only to find an unsheathed sword pointed at him.
"Shut up Baka, or I will skin you and make you into a kabob."
"WAHH! Yuu-chan is so mean to me! Why didn't you point your sword at Elli-chan?"
"Because even though she is dumb and thick headed, she is a woman, Baka."
"Is that a form of sexism I hear Yuu-poo?"
"Shut your mouth, Ugasi!"
I looked over away from the bickering duo, to where Cheri was walking over to.
Reaching out she brushed aside Alma's bangs, and seemed relieved not to see the crosses that appeared on the Noah's forehead.
I too, trudged over, and gazed down with her.
"Are you alright?" She asked, not even looking up.
"That depends, is he?" Navy eyes flipped up to gaze at me with what looked to be defeat.
"Perhaps," she said.
"Are you alright?" Almost instantly she opened her mouth to say 'yes', though now she halted herself.
She shook her head side to side.
"You should get back to sleep." She said, leaving me in the dark hallway, with an unconscious Alma and two bickering adults.
I had no choice but to follow her.
We walked to the outside, which was not toward our rooms. I was soon hit by a wave of fresh air, and gratefully breathed the sweet air into my lungs.
I followed Chéri's gaze up into the sky to find my gaze littered with stars and in one corner, the moon.
"Tell me that you hate him." Indigo eyes turned to me with curiosity, though she knew what I had said.
"He wants me to."
"Why?"
"I was the first one to find out that he was a Noah's son, besides the General that is. It was right after I first met him, and he turned black and attacked me. He almost became unreachable. It terrorized me. The moment that he changed back, I ran and refused to communicate with him for eight days. He grew to think that I hated him. It was almost two years later when he had the second attack. After that one, he asked me to do something."
Her gaze was lost in the stars once again as she trailed a finger against a vine that ran against the pathway.
"What did he ask?"
Navy orbs glanced up at me and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, her dress was getting caught on the ground and was hemmed with mud, her bare feet, I noticed were cut and dirty.
Her face looked as tired as she gave me a small smile, as though trying to show me that she still had a light of hope in those blank eyes of hers.
"He told me that if he ever transformed into a Noah," She once again looked up.
"I would be the one to kill him." My eyes widened.
She continued, "I used to be able to realize the symptoms that an attack was going to happen: anger, haziness, confusion. Though now… I find myself trying to give reason for those same emotions to be there. I'm trying to find reasons for it not to be his Noah genes taking over." She fell against the brick wall that surrounded the courtyard with a sigh.
"I'm torn in half again."
I started to walk away, deeming that she needed to be left alone for a time. Then something hit me.
"I have a question."
She looked up, "What?"
"Why did Mr. Kanda take you under his wing again?"
That smile was back, and I wondered if that was what I looked like at times: a split individual.
"Alma asked him to."
Well hope that you enjoyed this chapter, please read and review people, I really don't like it when people don't review for four chapters straight... it makes me sad.
On a random note what is the plural form of Akuma?
Please message me if there is anything confusing so that I can clear it up. Thanks a lot.
Marine :)
Character Charts: Elena
Hair Color: It is brownish gold color that comes down to her shoulders. (Like Allen's when he was young)
Eye Color: Gray
Looks: She is of medium build, slightly short, though muscular. She has a round face and her hair falls down to her shoulders. Her bangs, at times, will cover her eyes. She is tan-ish from the time that she spends outside and her hair is getting lighter and has better highlights now than it did before in the beginning.
Clothes: Elena, as of now, is wearing a navy colored skirt with red trim that comes down to her knees, a red cotton jacket, and a black t-shirt. She has also taken the habit of wearing gloves so that she can wield her weapon with more ease. She will at times put her hair into a loose bun in battle.
Translations
"Je m'en fous."-Like I give a fuck~French
"Ouais." Yeah~French