Kanda didn't like a lot of things, surely you remember but there were 3 things above all else he hated. The 3 things in which he faced constantly and no mater the amount of time repeating the experience, he never gained any more tolerance for the things. The 3 things which Tyki Mikk seemed to be involved in every single time he saw him.
3) The Akuma. He hated anything related to akuma…even those who are cursed because in the end, the akumas are the ones who caused the whole damn thing. They should be sent to hell. Like Allen Walker. He hated the cursed boy because he had to go on believing he could save the fucking world without sacrificing shit. It was a useless and unrealistic way to live. Akumas were the root to all his fucking problems.
2) Weaklings. He hated anything and everything outside of his world. The world was loud, dark, contaminated and helpless on its own. The only reason why the world damned exorcists is because it's so useless. The weak were always whining, whimpering, weaklings who only begged and got someone else to solve their problems. He hated the world. He hated those who needed, wanted and accepted help, yet do nothing in their own power to solve it on their own because they can't do it even though they've never fucking tried.
1) Tyki Mikk himself, of course, was number one above all else.
The top of the list came naturally of course. It only took one battle to find he was going to become the number one problem on his list.
It was rather easy to think of Tyki Mikk as an enemy with the dark messy hair looming over the cross scars on his forehead that highlighted the golden orbs of his eyes, that shone with superiority to an intensity that rivalled Kanda's. Kanda was powerful, Tyki recognized that but then again, that was also why Tyki had gone so far out of his way to give him a concussion, strike him in the head, drag him back to this hideaway and bind him. It didn't take long for Kanda to figure out that Tyki wanted him.
After all, Tyki Mikk was known for his games.
What was better than a game than a person who was unwilling and was powerful enough to rival him, oh yes, Kanda Yuu of course.
He offered game for the freedom of Kanda's hands, which would be a large relief, in all honesty, Kanda's hands were started to redden around his wrists from the loss of blood circulation. The Lotus could heal that as well, but there would be no point until he would be free unfortunately. It would take far too long to heal those later injuries he might attain. He already had quite a bit of injuries from their first encounter with Rhode and Tyki.
He had a gash on his arm that hissed as the lotus seared over the wound, stitching it shut with new flesh. The bruises around his wrists and several minor cuts almost everywhere, slowed down the healing of that however. It should've taken 3 minutes and now it as taking 10. They ranged from tiny pale lines to dripping red streams of blood along his arm, trailing down his arm, his wrist and the blood falling from his fingertips. As it would seem, he was healing, rapidly.
The blood stream was nearly gone. Soon he could move freely at full power. Just a little longer.
"Come now lovely, a simple game. I agreed to release you now didn't I?" He smiled.
Kanda hoped Tyki had been too preoccupied with him notice the Lotus curse weakened state but of course he had, which is the thing that led to Tyki decision in playing a game. And of course, Kanda knew that too. He would have to move soon before Tyki had the chance to slow it down even more so.
The ropes that bound him dropped as promised, leaving Kanda still for a long moment.
Kanda darted for the door.
Tyki's arm slammed past his head, stopping him in his tracks, almost knowingly. "Now, I don't think that was fair lovely, after all, I released you as promised."
"Che,annoying bastard."
Tyki Mikk's eyes seemed to darken.
"Sick bastard." Kanda glared.
"My name is Tyki Mikk."
"You're a fucking Noah, I can call you whatever I want to, I don't owe you anything." Kanda scowled, hating the bastard more and more each minute.
"I believe you do, lovely, much more than you're allowed to know."
"Whatever" he scoffed.
"Say it." Tyki whispered, leaning inwards to the boy.
"Say what?" Kanda retorted taking a step back from the door, in hopes of avoiding Tyki's attack.
"Say my name."
"Che, like hell I'll fucking saying it."
"I do believe you're under my protection lovely, I can take it as I please."
Kanda didn't falter; in fact, he utterly dismissed the last line, like he hadn't even heard it. His eyes showed his answer. He was the predator not the prey. Tyki wouldn't have that from him even if it killed him.
"I don't need your protection. I can fucking take care of myself."
"Ah, so you've shown."
Kanda instantly reached to his waist for Mugen, the memory wasn't coming easy to him. "Where' the fuck is Mugen." It wasn't a question, it never was.
"Say it and I'll tell you where."
"Hell no. Where the fuck is Mugen." He demanded.
"Then the blade is useless to me."
Kanda tensed.
A long silence stretched, Kanda cursed under his breath, his words were incoherent and barely able to hear. "ikk…" he whispered.
Tyki leaned closer and lowered his arm that blocked his path to the door. "I didn't quite catch that lovely, perhaps a little louder this time."
Kanda glared, rising his head to stare down the Noah who was ironically taller. "My name isn't lovely, or darling or exorcist. My name is Kanda."
"Just Kanda?" Tyki Mikk didn't stay puzzled; he could use this opportunity to kick off his game. "Tell me your full name and I'll let you off saying my own name," he mused. He truthfully wished to see the young teen pronounce his name, withering in defeat and humiliation in doing so but the opportunity for the humiliating first name might be more rewarding it seemed. "Surely you have first name…" he watched the anger grow more apparent on his face, crumbling his icy exterior, "Kanda."
Kanda froze, taking a sharp inhale of breath.
"Kanda" he repeated leaning to close the distance between them.
"Che, don't say my name so casually useless bastard." Kanda seemed to block out the sound of his name from Tyki's lips.
Of course the boy would cover anything and everything with anger. He would have to crumble that little wall of his. He wanted to make him his, how, he had not figured out yet but it seemed like Tyki certainly had an idea now.
"Ah, come now, Kanda, you had said my name once before I do believe."
Kanda felt his stomach turn saying his name. He watched his throat work; his eyes glisten with the whispering word of his name as he said it. He noticed everything Tyki did. Not that he would say a damn thing about it because the last thing he would want is the Noah bastard finding out he actually knew quite a bit on him. It would probably spark his interest and backfire in the end. Nothing good would come of it.
"Tell me where my sword is."
Tyki Mikk sighed and retreated to lean against the door, growing bored with the repetition. "Ah, lovely, still going on about that." At least he had dropped the f bombs; perhaps he could be civil with the boy at least.
"It's Kanda."
"Ah yes. Kanda-kun."
Kanda walked up to Tyki and punched him in stomach. Tried to anyways, Tyki ability to choose made the confrontation difficult. "It's Kanda Yuu." He walked over to the bed, indifferent to his failed punch. He analyzed the room for later attempts probably. "Remember that Tyki Mikk."
Tyki froze.
Tyki Mikk echoed, he felt the words whisper in the back of his mind as if he were trapped in an enclosed frozen cave where he could see his breaths as he yelled for help.
Tyki was frozen, stunned and irrationally wanting more. The young teen's voice strained to say his name almost like a poison or something unbeknown to him and yet his tongue rolled to say the words that sounded caught and unaware. The boy could be unseeingly sexy.
Kanda turned, suddenly his lips almost touching Tyki's. He whispered something so quietly Kanda didn't even know he had spoken until he heard a whisper forming incoherent words halfway through. He cursed him or something.
"Usted es prácticamente un pecado vivo." He whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
Kanda stammered backwards. Tyki moved forward with him, matching his pace with ease. Tyki grabbed Kanda's wrist, twisted it behind Kanda's back and threw him against the wall, shifting his body weight to trap him. Their height difference allowed him full dominance of the young teen.
"Say it again," Tyki whispered, leaning in to rest his head on Kanda's shoulder, gently feeling the sweet throbbing of his heart through his neck.
Tyki sounded dangerous; Kanda could practically see his gleaming eyes and that sickening smile that felt him silent. Damn him.
"Say it."
Tyki moved one leg in between, forcing any leftover space closed.
His breath was caught and wild in his throat. "I don't owe you anything." Kanda retorted clinging to the last bit of sanity he had.
"Say my name," Tyki brought his lips to Kanda's throat. "Kanda" he whispered huskily against his neck, feeling the gentle brushes of his lips as he whispered his name.
Kanda felt his resolve slip away. Fucking Hell, he cursed.
"Say…My…Name…Kanda."