If I owned DGM, we would figure out why the heck Lavi wears an eye patch.
Bruise
Chapter 8: Jealous
When I wake up, I'm happy when I feel arms still around me, and nuzzle closer to the warm body next to me, smiling faintly when the arms tighten. I can't help but feel smug. I mean, I bet none of the girls he slept with got to be held in his arms all night.
Blushing, I squeak in embarrassment as I realize that I was jealous of those hoes, and Kanda grumbles, "Can't you go one day without squealing about something?"
"I can't help it!" I protest tiredly, feebly punching his stomach before snuggling my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, and his hair tickled my nose, causing me to giggle quietly.
Smirking, he muttered, "Then what's the cause this time?"
"I was thin―"
I cut myself off and flushed darker when I realized that I nearly said "I was thinking about how you must like me more than the hoes you screwed." Bad idea.
"The Moyashi's brain just gets smaller and smaller," Kanda said, attempting to sit up, but I continue to cling to him, refusing to let my personal heater leave. Rolling his eyes, he looks down at me as I hold tighter to his waist, my head leaning against his tattoo, and he asks gruffly, "Would you let go? It's past noon and we have Innocence to find!"
Falling back down after releasing him, I mutter, "You don't have to be so mean about it."
"Be happy that I let you act like freaking moss all night at all. I smell like flowers now," the bluenette huffs, searching for clothes in his suitcase with his back to me.
"How did you know that my body wash was lavender and jasmine?" I ask curiously. Did he pay that much attention to me last night?
"Sensitive nose," he growled, taking out some clothes and heading to the bathroom. "Dress casual. I have a feeling those girls will talk easier to a hot guy."
Blushing furiously, I stutter, "Y-you think I-I'm hot?"
Scoffing, he says, "A sprout like you? Please! I was talking about myself."
With that, he shut the door and I look down at my thighs, fumbling with my hands. Of course he was talking about himself, not me. If he's hot, then I'm the slime on the walls of a sewer, and I don't even want to talk about if he's sexy, because he is. Very, very sexy.
Who would be delusional enough to think a white-haired, cursed, scarred, mistakenly born freak was beautiful, let alone sexy? Lavi already told me that even though I look the way I do, he still loves me, and that makes me happy, because no one else would love someone like me.
Words of self-hatred running through my mind and spray painting the insides of my skull with things like mistake, broken, and useless, I pull my bag up onto the bed just Kanda walks out of the bathroom, clad in low-riding jeans and his blue muscle shirt. Okay, so what if I was staring at his butt?
"Get dressed," he said, pulling out his hair tie, and I'm hypnotized by the blue tresses falling freely from their restraints, gleaming in the light as they settle on his shoulders and back.
"Oi, Moyashi, hurry up, or I'll shove Mugen up your slow butt," Kanda growled menacingly, beginning to drag his brush through the locks, and I have to vigorously shake my head before grabbing my clothes and darting to the bathroom.
Stupid Kanda! I hate him so much! Why does he act like he cares one minute and couldn't spare a glance the next? Makes me so angry!
Then why is my heart beating like this? Why did my eyes widen and stare at his rear when he came out of the bathroom in those form-fitting jeans? Ugh, I hate this!
After I change into a turtleneck and skinny jeans and go through my hygienic rounds, I walk back into the bedroom to find Kanda now also wearing a leather biker jacket. Someone kill me, please!
"Let's go," he grunts, walking out the door, and I quickly follow. We get breakfast at some Japanese buffet, but I could tell Kanda wasn't impressed with the food. Then again, what does impress the samurai?
Silently, we walk down the sidewalk, looking for "Chrysanthemum", the bar that the now six girls run. According to Nala, the six left are all single and their names are Crystal, Falla, Nadine, Lila, and Ever. Sounds like girls that would make a clique to me.
As Kanda and I approach a large neon sign that hung above the bar, I saw a doll walking out, blond hair and double D's, and I quickly catch her before she can turn the other way to whatever he destination was, "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the owners of this club?"
"That's me, Sugar. Crystal's the name, serving tequila's my game, and you are?" she asked, looking me up and down. Smiling my innocent smile, I reply, "I'm Allen and this is Kanda. It's nice to meet you!"
Her gaze travels to the bluenette leaning against the wall of the bar, eyes eating up his pure sex appeal, and I suddenly feel like shouting, "Hey, he's mine! Keep your red-nailed paws off him!"
I quickly dismiss this and resort to thoughts of strangling as she walks over to him, running a nail seductively down his chest, and she asks, "Kanda, huh? I've always wanted a samurai to protect me, but is your sword very long? The other one, I mean."
Crystal playfully pulls at his belt loop with one hand and uses the other to feel his muscle, and I felt the blood flow to my face in anger. I'm going to decapitate this chick! Religious my butt!
"Bigger than anything you've seen," Kanda smirks, quickly grabbing her hands and holding them above her as he flips them, pinning her to the wall. A low growl erupts from my throat when I watch him lean down closer to her, "I have a nuisance in my room though."
Before I could retort, Crystal giggles, "Don't worry about that, Kandy. I've got a king-size bed at my house not too far from here."
Kandy?! She sounds like such a ho!
"How about this: you answer a few questions for me and the Moyashi here, and I'll screw you so hard you won't remember in the morning?" he whispered in her ear, nearly too soft for me to hear. Nearly.
"No! Kanda, we're on a mission! You can't be running around with girls the whole time!" I protest after the doll nods excitedly. Pushing his body flush against hers, Kanda glances over his shoulder at me and growls, "I don't take orders from moyashi like you."
Finally fed up with it, I walk over to them and forcefully pull the bluenette from Crystal, leaving the girl to pout without a second thought, and I scold, "It's Allen, and it doesn't matter!"
"It doesn't matter that your name isn't Moyashi?"
"Shut up! You know what I meant!" I yell, flushing strawberry before turning to Crystal and politely asking, "Can we ask you a few questions?"
Leaning back and glancing between us, she tilts her head and asks randomly, "So are you guys, like, boyfriends or something?"
"I have a boyfriend, but he just screws girls that are willing," I grumble exasperatedly, trying to ignore the outright appalled look on Kanda's face.
"If that's the case, why can't I agree to the original deal? He's gorgeous, and I don't let the sexy ones get away," she says, ogling the samurai beside me obviously, and I feel like I'm about to explode with anger. Not that I know why. Ugh, I hate confusion!
Kanda rolls his eyes, "Moyashi, just go back to the inn and I'll be back later with the information that we need."
"Fine," I mutter, spitting curses at the bluenette as he moves back to the blond that is currently as evil as the Earl, and he slides an arm around her waist, leading her in the other direction. Just when I was about to turn away, I see Crystal slip a hand in Kanda's back pocket suggestively before she turns her head in my direction, sticking out her tongue in a gesture that clearly stated, "I win. He's mine, so suck it up."
Smirking, I flip her off and head back toward the inn, still aggravated with Kanda for doing that, and I slam the door to the inn shut when I get back. Who knows how long it was going to take before Kanda got back, not to mention what that Crystal chick is going to do to him. Wait, I didn't say that right. Not to mention what Kanda is going to do to that Crystal chick. Please, like Kanda would ever let someone do something to him!
Muttering about how Kanda's a jerk for no apparent reason, I make my way to the bathroom once I've gotten my clean clothes, and shut the door harshly. All I needed was a shower. A nice, long, hot, relaxing shower. That being known, I strip down to my birthday suit, tossing the dirty clothes into the corner, and I stare at myself in the mirror, lazily commenting to myself about how the bruises hadn't faded at all, not even after five days. I mean, I don't bruise easily, so it was weird that they were still there, but I just as well assume that they had been reinforced so many times that maybe it will take over a week for them to vanish. I have a feeling I'll get painted again by that time though.
After purging and brushing my teeth several times, I turn on the shower, watching jadedly as the water pours from the showerhead. Stepping into the tub, I pull the curtain across the beam and hiss as the steaming water pounds my raw flesh, mostly recent cuts, but then again, I have at least ten that would open easily if I scratched them.
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness, I need to calculate what creates my own madness. And I'm addicted to your punishment. And you're the master. And I am waiting for disaster.
I feel irrational. So confrontational. To tell the truth I am getting away with murder. It isn't possible to ever tell the truth, but the reality is I'm getting away with murder.
Of course, I would never kill anyone, so I don't really know why I listen to this song, but still, this is one of my favorites. Creepy, huh?
Unfortunately, I always forget to bring my Altoids box when I go to take a shower, but I have long since figured out that it's just as easy to claw and reopen fresh cuts. Besides, what would happen if Kanda became suspicious of the small mint box? Yeah, right. The day Kanda starts to care about me is the day that I finally decide to end it all, and the closest thing he'll be able to do is spit on my casket. At least I'd be acknowledged.
At first, whenever I thought about what it would be like if I were to commit suicide, I would immediately push the thought away. I mean, my life may not be perfect, but all I need is Lavi, and he loves and protects me, so why would I want to do something like that? Of course, that's when I got addicted to cutting.
One day, I was playing a few games on Lenalee's iPod, and I went online for a bit. Shh, don't tell anyone that I secretly like poetry! That being said, I found a few poems about domestic violence, and I was like, "Okay, I'll look at the rest of the stuff this website has."
A good fourth of the site was about cutting, so if it was that popular, why not? I'll just try it once, I had thought, but isn't that what most people say before taking a drag of a cigarette or a snort of cocaine? Needless to say, I didn't do it just once, and now I'm here, digging my black nails into the newer cuts on my right arm. Luckily, my thoughts on heroin didn't last long. I'm screwed up as it is, so there's no need for me to add substance abuse to it, and it's illegal.
Silently, I rest my hands the side of the shower and let the water run down my back and marred chest. It wasn't even past four, but my eyelids kept trying to close on me.
Oo_oO_Oo_oO
"Oi, Moyashi!"
At the sudden voice and the door opening, I jolt straight up, managing to get whacked in the face by Timcanpy's tail, and I rub my nose, "Where'd you come from?"
"Baka, can't you stay awake for three hours?" Kanda grumbled, propping Mugen against the wall and removing his leather jacket. Rolling my eyes, I say, "I'm just tired. I bet Crystal was happy in those three hours."
Smirking, he sat on the end of the bed, lying back with his hands above his head, "Yes, I got plenty of praise and a phone number. Jealous?"
Shaking my head, I mutter, "I've got a boyfriend, and I don't sleep around, thank you very much. I have pride."
"Measly pride that it is. I have more pride than you do," he grunts. Laughing, I reply, "There's a difference between pride and arrogance."
Sighing, he doesn't respond, and I cross my legs, holding my ankles like they would run away, though it was a scary thought for one's own ankles to somehow do that, "Did you get any information?"
"Crystal has double D's, and she finds furry handcuffs appealing."
"Kanda! Be serious!"
Closing his eyes, he answers, "According to the ho, the four girls that died were the meanest ones. Then again, she also said that she didn't know a Nala."
"Great, so all we know is what Nala told us and that Crystal likes samurai. Fabulous."
Kanda glanced at me for a moment before shutting his cobalt orbs again, "Correction: what Nala told you. A certain Moyashi left out the other information he learned."
Looking down, I don't know what to say. I couldn't really tell him about her cutting, but I could fill him in on Keade, I guess. And I do.
oO_Oo_oO_Oo
That leads us to a few days later, sitting on the train back to the Order. Turns out, that bit of information was enough for Kanda to figure out that the Innocence was in the shrine. Nala was behind the murders, indirectly, of course.
She would pray every day for another girl to die, and I really can't say I blame her. I mean, the poor girl lost the person she loved, and that alone would be enough to drive anyone to kill, especially if they found that they wouldn't get caught. Nothing significant happened unless Kanda slicing through a shrine is something big.
Nala confessed easily, and to tell the truth, I was slightly concerned that she would reveal my secret to Kanda, but she didn't. When I walked away behind Kanda though, she whispered in my ear, "We cutters have to stick together. Maybe the long-haired jerk could help you."
"Moyashi, you look like a moron," Kanda grumbled, looking away from his book momentarily. I realize that I was smiling like some sort of possessed clown, and I quickly focus back on my music playing, quietly singing along after I retort, "Shut up, BaKanda."
Author Note: So I got bored with this mission….
Oh well, the result is the same, and I figured that they was no way to really add to the plot by spending the next three chapters on this. Getting Away With Murder- Papa Roach, and please, Please, PLEASE R/R!