Your Song
Kanda opened his eyes slowly as the wind blew through the trees and played with the wisps of hair that were sitting over his face. The sun beat down through the leaves, creating dancing shadows along the ground and his pale skin. His hair was unbound and as a bigger gust of wind came through, the leaves rustled and danced erratically, and more strands of hair were dragged into the air.
Relaxed eyes slid over to the left to see Lavi leaning with his back against the sturdy trunk of the tree, reading a book that sat comfortably in his lap. The grass joined in on the dance and from faraway, all anyone would see was a lone tree on a grassy hill, and two teenage boys lazing in the beautiful spring day.
There would be no hints of the torment both of them were suffering from due to the war, and no one could tell they were exorcists as both had ditched the coats back at the inn. They returned home tomorrow but they were quite satisfied to relax on their free day.
Kanda found himself quite satisfied to just watch him sparkle, watch Lavi in this strange, calm, quiet setting. His tattoo had finally settled after having a fit last night, keeping both he and Lavi up most of the night. Kanda hadn't meant to disturb Lavi but when one throb had been so painful that he couldn't contain the scream, the redhead had stayed up the rest of the night with him, comforting him.
And Kanda swore those fingers of Lavi's could make magic, because the second they reached the top of this hill, Lavi had made him lay down and began to massage his tense shoulders. Next thing Kanda knew, he was waking up to the sun beating on his closed eyelids and Lavi sitting comfortably beside him.
Secretly, Kanda had never been so glad to be in Lavi's presence and he closed his eyes once more. He was grateful to the redhead, eternally so, because Lavi had reawakened something deep inside Kanda and the world hadn't been the same since. Now Kanda could dare to believe there was hope. 'And he doesn't know, just how far I would go,' thought Kanda, looking at Lavi again. 'To keep him safe and get him through this war, as unchanged as possible.'
Lavi, having sensed Yuu watching him this whole time, and having been relatively aware of what the Japanese teen was most likely thinking, finally pulled his eye from the book in his lap to look at the beautiful boy before him. And he smiled at him softly, asking if he felt any better.
Kanda lowered his gaze and 'che'ed. He hoped Lavi would interpret that right, as he looked back up at the sky through the trees. 'Because, you dolt, you don't seem to be interpreting anything properly lately. And I need you to, because it's not like I've ever been able to interpret my own fucking emotions very well. And I think I'm scared that this might be love, and that's so shitty and sappy that I need you to tell me otherwise... but then I'd rather not hear you say anything at all, and that you'd just show me how you feel, because if I can't interpret my own emotions, like hell I can interpret yours.'
And he doesn't know,
Just how far I would go.
So I make whirlpools,
And watch him sparkle.
And we'll make love,
Make magic.