Hard

"Yuu?" called Lavi, swinging his hammer over his shoulder and looking for the Japanese boy. "Oh my God! Yuu!"

Thirteen year old Kanda Yuu lay injured on the other side of the battlefield, blood pooling around him. He groaned as Lavi came over to him, calling him incessantly by his first name. "Shut the fuck up, rabbit. Don't call me by my first name."

Lavi knelt beside him, checking the injury. A choked sob caught in his throat and his eyes flew to Yuu's expectant face. The injury was fatal... Lavi wouldn't be able to get them to a doctor in time and if he aggravated the injury, it'd only make it worse. Yuu was going to bleed out and slip away right in front of him.

"Y-Yuu... there's something I have to tell you," he said quietly, and Kanda, panting painfully for air, resisting the urge to scream, had to strain his ears to hear. "I love you," and Kanda didn't even get time to figure out whether that was supposed to be some stupid fucking pun of his first name because warm, slightly chapped, salty from tears, lips pressed against his own.

Using way too much effort because he was feeling that weak and the loss of blood was tiring him out, Kanda pushed the idiot away. "Ugh, what the hell, baka?" His tone softened and he grasped Lavi's hand gently. "Watch, stupid motherfucker."

Ignoring Yuu's, as always, beautiful language, Lavi stared at the wound, eyes widening as it closed up right in front of him, not even scarring. "B-but, how? I mean... come again?" Then his previous actions hit him and he blushed as red as his hair. He had a feeling he'd never live that confession down... why hadn't Yuu just died like normal people usually did?

Lavi grinned and brushed his hand through Yuu's hair, much to the other's irritation. Yuu was anything but normal... no, at times he was just too fucking hard.

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"Lavi! Goddamn you, don't you dare fucking die on me!" snapped Yuu, now 18 years old. Lavi was bleeding out, would slip away right in front of him... possibly... Yuu didn't know that much about injuries, never having given his the time of day (who gave injuries the time of day? What panic did to one's mind...) so he didn't really recognise fatal injuries that well at times... Lavi's could be fatal... if he didn't get help... but Lavi was hard right, wouldn't give up without a fight? That sort of shit, right?

"No, wait, Yuu," moaned Lavi, as Yuu prepared to carefully pick up the idiot rabbit. "Remember... what, five years ago? Six? Remember what I said to you?"

Yuu froze and looked at Lavi weirdly... of all times to bring that up. "Yes..." he said cautiously, wondering where this was going.

"Don't you think you should tell a dying man your true feelings for him?"

"Holy fuck Yuu! That hurt!"

Kanda grunted. Injured or not, stupid rabbit deserved the punch to the shoulder. Saying stupid things like that, che. "I'm pretty sure it's already fucking obvious," he muttered, somewhat shy.

"Really? Do show?"

Warm lips, smooth and sweet tasting, pressed against his own and Lavi grinned, painfully moving an arm to bring Yuu closer, tangling his fingers in that beautiful hair. He knew the injury wasn't fatal, just hurt like a bitch, and he was hard, he'd get through it. But it was still nice every once in a while to know that Yuu truly loved him.

That I, I, I, I'm so hard,

Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard.

So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard.