[ficlet]
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Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Kanda/Lenalee, Allen/Lavi
Genre: Fluff (ish)
Words: 671
Notes: So, I have this unwritten fic in my head about how after the series, the main foursome lives and Allen opens up a cabaret in Paris and gets them all to come work for/with him. He gets Lenalee and Kanda first, then Lavi about six months later. Probably very lame concept, but it makes me happy so I don't care. This little piece is set in that 'verse. :D;;
The store rooms of the cabaret fit the overall theme of the place: much too small in comparison with its owner's imagination. Lenalee maneuvered through the maze of crates with a box of glasses in her arms, eternally grateful for her ability to step lightly on the most treacherous ground. "Kanda," she called, switching from English to Chinese "are you there?" She had begun to teach him little things, here and there, ever since he asked what his name's characters sounded like in her native tongue. She had not expected him to show any interest whatsoever, but it brought a little smile to her lips, listening to him pronounce "shén tián" with the same diligence with which he did everything else.
At the moment, though, she wasn't smiling; she had two more boxes to bring out of storage and he was supposed to be helping her. Except he wasn't standing in the doorway, ready to receive the box and take it out to the bar. She sighed and briefly puffed out her cheeks. "Kanda!"
"Be quiet." Lenalee turned on the ball of her foot and prepared to protest, when he held up a firm hand. His long ponytail flowed over his shoulder as he tilted his head toward the seating area. "They'll hear you."
Tilting her head to the side, Lenalee walked up beside him. "What do you mean," she asked, though she did lower her voice. "They know we're--" she broke off quickly and bit her bottom lip. "Oh."
Out at one of the tables, Lavi had the ledger spread out and was counting the evening's intake, balancing it against the spending as he did every night. Lenalee sometimes helped, especially if the clean up was light and the rest of the staff had been released to the rose-colored Paris dawn. She would have offered tonight, as well, except Lavi already had company. Allen stood beside him, gloved hand resting lightly on the back of his chair, just watching and making the occasional comment Lenalee couldn't hear. The redhead looked up every so often to reply, and Lenalee saw Allen grin or roll his eyes, or purse his lips in thought. Even when Lavi returned to his tally, Allen's gaze lingered on his face a heartbeat or two longer.
Watching her two friends, Lenalee felt herself blush, feeling somehow as if she were spying. She had known Allen was... fond... of Lavi, though not until she had moved to Paris. When she had learned the redhead was coming and would be staying with Allen, she assumed the feelings were returned.
Still, it was something else altogether to see them together.
Kanda made an irritated noise in the back of his throat. "It's amazing they get anything done."
Lenalee couldn't help being grateful for a reason to stop staring as she nudged his arm with her elbow. "Be nice," she admonished.
"They're too obvious."
She knew better than to pretend she didn't see what he did. So instead, she hefted the box of glasses into his arms and turned to go back to the store room. "They're... not doing anything wrong, Kanda."
"Not yet."
Lenalee chewed on her bottom lip and tried not to wring her hands. "Go out on the other side," she said after a moment. "And don't give them a hard time." Looking over her shoulder, she caught the hard, unpleasant set to his jaw and felt her expression soften. "Please?"
He made another irritated noise, then headed for the other entrance to the seating area. Lenalee watched him as he disappeared, and listened carefully for a moment, until Lavi made a crack about Kanda working "for once". Kanda's retort kept far away from any reference to what he and Lenalee had observed, so Lenalee returned to her previous task. She'd mention something to Allen, later. Beg him to be careful.
She finally had her boys -- now her closest family, save for her brother -- back, after two long years of separation. Nothing would take them away again.
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Kanda/Lenalee, Allen/Lavi
Genre: Fluff (ish)
Words: 671
Notes: So, I have this unwritten fic in my head about how after the series, the main foursome lives and Allen opens up a cabaret in Paris and gets them all to come work for/with him. He gets Lenalee and Kanda first, then Lavi about six months later. Probably very lame concept, but it makes me happy so I don't care. This little piece is set in that 'verse. :D;;
The store rooms of the cabaret fit the overall theme of the place: much too small in comparison with its owner's imagination. Lenalee maneuvered through the maze of crates with a box of glasses in her arms, eternally grateful for her ability to step lightly on the most treacherous ground. "Kanda," she called, switching from English to Chinese "are you there?" She had begun to teach him little things, here and there, ever since he asked what his name's characters sounded like in her native tongue. She had not expected him to show any interest whatsoever, but it brought a little smile to her lips, listening to him pronounce "shén tián" with the same diligence with which he did everything else.
At the moment, though, she wasn't smiling; she had two more boxes to bring out of storage and he was supposed to be helping her. Except he wasn't standing in the doorway, ready to receive the box and take it out to the bar. She sighed and briefly puffed out her cheeks. "Kanda!"
"Be quiet." Lenalee turned on the ball of her foot and prepared to protest, when he held up a firm hand. His long ponytail flowed over his shoulder as he tilted his head toward the seating area. "They'll hear you."
Tilting her head to the side, Lenalee walked up beside him. "What do you mean," she asked, though she did lower her voice. "They know we're--" she broke off quickly and bit her bottom lip. "Oh."
Out at one of the tables, Lavi had the ledger spread out and was counting the evening's intake, balancing it against the spending as he did every night. Lenalee sometimes helped, especially if the clean up was light and the rest of the staff had been released to the rose-colored Paris dawn. She would have offered tonight, as well, except Lavi already had company. Allen stood beside him, gloved hand resting lightly on the back of his chair, just watching and making the occasional comment Lenalee couldn't hear. The redhead looked up every so often to reply, and Lenalee saw Allen grin or roll his eyes, or purse his lips in thought. Even when Lavi returned to his tally, Allen's gaze lingered on his face a heartbeat or two longer.
Watching her two friends, Lenalee felt herself blush, feeling somehow as if she were spying. She had known Allen was... fond... of Lavi, though not until she had moved to Paris. When she had learned the redhead was coming and would be staying with Allen, she assumed the feelings were returned.
Still, it was something else altogether to see them together.
Kanda made an irritated noise in the back of his throat. "It's amazing they get anything done."
Lenalee couldn't help being grateful for a reason to stop staring as she nudged his arm with her elbow. "Be nice," she admonished.
"They're too obvious."
She knew better than to pretend she didn't see what he did. So instead, she hefted the box of glasses into his arms and turned to go back to the store room. "They're... not doing anything wrong, Kanda."
"Not yet."
Lenalee chewed on her bottom lip and tried not to wring her hands. "Go out on the other side," she said after a moment. "And don't give them a hard time." Looking over her shoulder, she caught the hard, unpleasant set to his jaw and felt her expression soften. "Please?"
He made another irritated noise, then headed for the other entrance to the seating area. Lenalee watched him as he disappeared, and listened carefully for a moment, until Lavi made a crack about Kanda working "for once". Kanda's retort kept far away from any reference to what he and Lenalee had observed, so Lenalee returned to her previous task. She'd mention something to Allen, later. Beg him to be careful.
She finally had her boys -- now her closest family, save for her brother -- back, after two long years of separation. Nothing would take them away again.