The Something That Ate My Homework

Laven

Chapter Two: Kanda's Distaste and Purple Tea

The beansprout was beginning to get heavy, though Kanda would never admit that. Kanda was now dragging Allen by his left hand, The rest of Allen being on the ground, and he probably had a few painful scratches, but that didn't bother Kanda very much.

After what had seemed like hours, but was only really twenty minutes, Kanda, (and the unconscious Allen) had reached the destination. Or, at least, the first destination. Now Kanda had to get to the redheaded rabbit's library to hide out with the beansprout for a few days. Maybe a couple weeks.

Kanda unlocked the boot of the battered and rusty but fairly new car carelessly dumped the white-haired boy in it. Hopefully he would stay asleep long enough until they got to Lavi's house. Kanda didn't want to waste more of the gas on him. It took so long to make, and hard to find the ingredients to make it. And then you get to the ordeal of actually making the potion, then turning it into gas…

Kanda had just started the car when he heard banging from inside the boot. Great. Allen had awoken.

Kanda ignored him and began driving.

They had gone five minutes into the drive, and the pounding and yelling had not stopped.

"Tch."

Kanda stopped the car, and took out the baseball bat from the backseat of his car. Kanda scowled. He would have to 'hurt' his car.

Kanda took a deep breath, and hit the bat down with enough force to break a human skull cleanly in two down on the boot of the car. He heard a squeak from inside and smirked. That had probably scared the kid well enough.

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Lavi yawned. He was a little tired after the events of today. He spied a candle on the stool next to his bed, and snapped his fingers. He whispered a word in an ancient language and pinched the wick of the candle and quickly took his fingers away.

He smiled. That simple spell was so much easier than matches, or lighters, and much easier to control than most fire spells. Some of the old-fashioned ones turned into dragons and went on rampages. They often ate their master first.

The candle-wick spell had been one of the first Lavi had learnt, all those years ago when he just started learning what the humans call 'magic'. That was not the science's true name, but the magicians, and magically inclined or non-humans (like Lavi himself) could not do anything about that. Lavi would get odd looks when he corrected anyone on this particular subject, so he tended to stay well away. It was easy to stay away of course when he was no longer in his human guise, and the regular humans could not see, hear or touch him under most circumstances.

The spell took a lot of energy to create, and took a lot of energy to keep alive, and he no longer felt the need for it being on 24/7 with his current 'mission'. Why that human boy could see him without the spell up dumbfounded him, but instilled curiosity at the same time.

Who was that boy?

WHAT was he?

Was he a non-human? A magician? Magically inclined?

Whatever the boy was, Lavi wanted to find out. Somehow he had an odd feeling about the boy. He couldn't tell what it was at the moment… And he was not sure whether the feeling was good or bad… Lavi assumed he would find out sooner or later, whether he wanted to or not. It was just that sort of feeling.

Lavi yawned again, and tipped out the contents of his messenger-style bag, and stuffed the bag into one of his draws for the night. He put his books on the stool, put the pens and notepads on his wooden desk, across from the bed and sat back down. Last that was left to be put away was the silver amulet. He looked back to where he dumped and smiled in disbelief. He shifted the green bed cover and smiled again. It must have fallen from the bed.

He crouched down on his dusty wooden floor and looked under his bed, lighting up the underneath with another spell (though not the wick spell) and searched underneath. He shifted a few books around, expecting to see the shiny, heavy piece of metal attached to chain that held a vast amount of curious magical energy of an unknown origin. He did not find it under his bed. His smile twitched and began to drop. He searched around his room, rummaging through his possessions searching for something he just might value more than a life.

He did not find it.

Lavi slumped to the ground a blank expression on his face, and he laughed.

He laughed.

The old panda was going to absolutely destroy him.

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After Allen had woken up, he realized he was inside a car boot. Why he was in a car boot, he had no idea. At the time, he had thought it was a good idea to make some noise, and attempt to get himself rescued. Of course, he could break out himself, what with the…. Properties… Of his left arm; but doing that might get himself killed. Some people are very protective of their cars.

Though, he could get himself killed by STAYING in the car, but at the time that thought hadn't occurred to him.

He made some noise, yelled a bit, hit the sides and the ceiling of the boot, and smiled a little when the car stopped moving. He continued hitting the insides of the boot until something made him jump. He squeaked in shock; a rather embarrassing sound to tell you the truth, but in Allen's mind it was justified.

A hard and heavy object had just been slammed down on the metal over his head and left a rather large and deep dent. A baseball bat, perhaps? It must have been brought down with a strong arm to make a dent like that… Perhaps nearly as strong as his own.

Allen decided to quieten down for a bit. He had nearly been hit by that bat, and if his kidnapper did…. That…. Whatever it was again, It could actually hit Allen, And he did not like how hat situation would turn out.

A ways into the trip, Allen wondered when the last time he ate was. He realized it had been at least six hours ago. When he was still at school. He had had a small lunch, only a large plate of sandwiches, a few salads, a pie, and a few sticks of dango… Not a very big lunch at all. He was going to have a big dinner…

And then he realized that might not happen anytime soon. Who knew when the next time he would have access to food would be? He was in someone's boot. He might have to eat dust instead of subway. Dust bunnies instead of steak, beef, pork ribs. His clothes instead of Dango.

Allen's stomach gurgled. He wondered how long this would all last. And the next time he would see a good sandwich. Allen's mouth began to water, and so did his eyes. He was very hungry now. So. Unbelievably. Hungry. He tried to knock on the sides of the boot again; to perhaps get a response from his kidnapper, and perhaps get himself some food, but he could barely lift his hand. Though, he persevered. He needed food. Food. Oh delicious food.

Food, the wonderful tastes, the textures, the everything it was indescribable; undefinable.

It was food.

Who would deny poor Allen Walker of something so, so amazing, and essential to life? Especially Allen, who had the monstrous appetite of seven dragons in famine combined. BIG dragons too.

Allen slammed his left fist on the roof of the boot, dislodging it, and ripping it straight off the car.

Allen blinked.

Well.

That was unexpected.

He hopped out of the car-which had stopped a moment before, Kanda needed a break from driving- and began his run back home, back to his food. He only got a few steps before he was stopped. A strong arm was wrapped around his waist, another held Allen's own arms up in the air, and prevented him from moving.

Allen could not tell who had caught him, except they were strong and oddly warm. Allen wondered for half a moment if this person (more than likely male) had a fever, but the thought didn't last long.

Allen tried to struggle out of the hold, but he failed.

The man, Kanda, scowled.

"I'm not letting you go yet, idiot. This won't work that way."

Allen's eyes widened. The man's voice was quiet, and whispering, but Allen would know that voice anywhere. Kanda. His captor was Kanda. One of his friends. Allen was too shocked to move, and in that moment Kanda whispered a few words that Allen could not hear and he was suddenly still, paralysed, unable to move. His limbs were heavy and numb. He could not move his mouth to form words, he felt his eyelids droop closed, though Allen's actual eyes were alert, moving, the only thing he was able to move. He tried to will his eyes open, but his body failed him.

Kanda let the weakened white-haired boy fall to the ground. It was a simple spell, one that did not require much energy, but this was one of the spells someone should not cast very often. Every time someone casts it, the cost of energy grows greater until you are on the edge of death, to cast it once more would mean, obviously, no more life. Dead. All gone. Life no more.

Kanda now turned to his car.

"Tch."

The boot had been ripped clean of with the kid's fist. He didn't know the kid had it in him. Interesting. Kanda whispered a few more words, and willed the car to repair itself. It took a moment to complete the spell. He picked up the beansprout and again, dumped him in the boot.

Whilst the effects of the numbing spell were wearing off, Kanda dumped a bag of food he had bought for the moyashi earlier and dumped it in the trunk. He slammed it, causing the boy to wince from inside the trunk and set back to driving. It wouldn't be that long before he would reach the library.

As soon as the numbing wore off Allen, most of the food was in his mouth. Some on his uniform, some on the floor.

He wondered why Kanda had been the one that kidnapped him. What was Kanda's purpose? Was Kanda not who Allen thought he was? Allen wondered if Kanda had something to do with the odd man with red hair. They had similar spell-things.

Allen thought that was odd.

The car went over a rather nasty bump and Allen scowled at Kanda through the car, and rubbed the small bump on his head.

Allen sighed. He wondered how long this would take. He wanted to get home already.

Allen rolled over, and smelt something familiar. It was sweet. Pleasant. Like… Like a flower. Though he had smelt this particular one recently before… What was the name? It was… A lotus…

And Allen drifted into unconsciousness, something lighting up his vision before his eyes completely closed.

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After half an hour of sitting on the floor in a daze; Lavi heard a ring from the doorbell. He supposed he should answer it, no reason for him not to. He pulled himself up, knees and ankles cracking as he stood up. Lavi frowned. That sounded painful. He shrugged and continued down from his room to the doors of his home.

As he was walking, he wondered who was at the door. The library was closed today, but it could be just someone who needed to return a book or something…

Lavi yawned and put up the spell for his guise feeling his energy levels slowly drop and opened the main door.

"Welcome to the Bookman's Library, what can I do for you toda-…UWAAAAAAH"

Lavi's eyes widened in shock, end his jaw dropped to the floor. What he saw was Kanda, and the white-haired kid from earlier draped over Kanda's shoulder like a ragdoll. He slammed the door in Kanda's face and opened it again. They were still there. Lavi repeated the process.

When he was going to slam the door for a third time, Kanda stopped the door from closing with mugen.

Lavi gingerly opened the door and let them inside. When they were walking inside, Lavi spied a familiar chain poking out of the boy's pocket, on the left side of his jacket, over his ribs. Lavi's green eye widened.

The boy had the amulet.

This was a problem.

How did he get it.

It was supposed to have burnt his fingers if he touched it…

But that was only if the boy was human.

Lavi wondered for a moment if the boy really WAS human. He looked human enough. But look at Lavi. Kanda. Their outside appearance was basically human. Oh but the inside. The inside was far different than a mere human.

Lavi looked up and noticed that Kanda had dumped Allen on his dining room table and was calmly sipping a cup of tea. A cup of tea that was steaming purple, but that was hardly any of Lavi's concern at the moment.

'Uh, Kanda, what are you doing here? And why is that kid on my dining table?'

'Che.'

'You didn't answer my question yu-chan-'

And before Lavi could blink he found Kanda's beloved sword had sliced through a few strands of Lavi's hair, through to the wall behind him, and sliced the painting hanging there and only stopping at least four centimetres into the wall itself.

Lavi gulped and edged away from the word sticking out of the wall and chuckled nervously.

'But, being serious here, you didn't answer my question?'

Kanda took along sip of the tea, and gently placed his cup back on the table. He sighed, before answering the stupid rabbit's question.

'He can see me when I don't have that spell up. I was intrigued. So I kidnapped him.'

'Y-you kidnapped him? Seriously? Just like that?'

'Nn.'

Kanda finished the tea, and left the (still overflowing with purple smoke) tea on the table near Allen's right hand.

'I need a place to stay for a while.'

'H-hah? A place to stay?'

'You heard me, idiot. A week. Maybe two.'

'What'll I say to-'

'Don't know. Don't care.'

By now, Allen was slowly waking up. His limbs were numb and aching, his head fuzzy, and he had a headache. He slowly opened his eyes and winced at the brightness. His fingers twitched and he began to sit up.

That was probably a bad idea; pain shot through his head as he moved. He pushed his hair way from his face with his right hand, the one he was not using to keep himself up, and froze. The two people he saw when he opened his eyes was the odd man that he needed to return the necklace something to, and his kidnapper. His friend. The angry swordsman. Kanda.

Allen gulped.

Blinked.

Blinked again.

And promptly fell back onto the wooden table in dead faint.

.::A/N::.

Ok, this was not planned to be the next update, and you can expect this to be the next update yet again, but I'm going to post the first chapter of 'Waiting' before I even let myself START chapter three of this…

Oh, just a note, there will be a surprise pairing including Kanda. You don't get to know until it happens. If Raiken ever reads, he'll know pfft. And Ryo. Ryo knows. But he'll never read this.

If you read it, please review, even if it's only a couple words, reviews are like ice cream and brownies. They really are.

Oh, and expect a name change from me. I'll be Aruna-aru soon. I use that name pretty much everywhere else I am, like on Gaia, rp forums, dA, on Tumblr I'm multiple things…..

Seeya next time~

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