[Fic] Of Kanda and Skinny Jeans
from the new d. gray man kink meme.
Kink: Kanda in a girl's skinny jeans. (I don't care if there is a pairing or not but that nice ass has to go into a pair of tight jeans - preferably girl's jeans.)
...yeah...I know I should be working on other things BUT...it was fun and made me feel better? 8D *thanks to those who commented on my last journal* it really did make me feel better~ *huuuugs*
This. Was. Not. Happening.
“N-Neh, Y-Yuu-chan, you okay…?”
This…couldn’t be happening.
“I-I said I was sorry!” Daisya whimpered, backing away, eyes wide, staring at the mess he had made.
On the only clean pair of jeans Kanda had left. And now they were stained, quite horribly with…he crinkled his nose-what the fuck was that stuff? He shot a look at Daisya, who whimpered again, and ducked behind the Baka Usagi, who was looking just as nervous.
“Che,”
“E-Err..I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” His ‘brother’ (like he’d ever call the man that) reiterated, voice shaking, “R-Really! I didn’t mean to-I-tripped-it was Lavi’s fault!”
“Oi! Don’t go blaming this on me!”
“But you ran into me!”
“You were too close!”
“No I wasn’t-you just-lack depth perception!”
“Which is why I thought you were too close and ran into you! It’s not my fault.”
Kanda’s eye twitched and he glared back down at the mess in his lap. As much as he wanted to maim one of the two idiots in front of him, he certainly didn’t want to go walking around in sopping wet jeans for the rest of the day.
“Che,” it was enough to shut the two up, and make them glance at him, each with their own look of dread, “fighting isn’t going to fucking get my pants clean.”
“You aren’t mad?”
“I am.” He glared at them both, and he would have grinned but-the sticky concoction was starting to seep through and-instead he shuddered, “Just get me some fucking jeans, would you?”
“Are you sure? I mean, can’t we just mop it up?”
“No.”
“But-”
A Glare.
A Gulp, “R-Right…not goin’ anywhere near your crotch. Nope. Not at all.” He growled and immediately Lavi backed away, “Aha…ha…Daisya, you stay with brother-dearest, and I’ll, um, go buy the jeans.”
“But-”
“I’m the only one with money on me anyway.” He waved his wallet for them to see before slipping it back into his pocket and turning on his heels, “Be back in a jiffy!” He called out, before disappearing into the crowd, easily and with too much grace for a supposed one-eyed freak with lack of depth perception.
“I’m…really sorry about that Kanda,” he shot a glare at the apology, and immediately Daisya bowed his head, “Neh…an’ I really wanted to eat that ice cream too.”
“Che, how do you stand that stuff?” He grimaced as he shifted and the sticky syrupy concoction sank even further into the fabric of his jeans.
“How can you not like it?” Daisya shot back, watching him with a raised eyebrow, “it’s good! Seriously!” He grabbed a napkin from the table and began to dab up the disgusting stuff that had fallen on his pants leg, not even caring about the previous threat, or the growl that issued deep in Kanda’s throat, “Stop growlin’, jeez…it’s not like you ta be all prissy…not that I’d want that gay fag anywhere near my crotch,” He dabbed closer and Kanda stiffened.
Lavi’s gay?
“Jeez! Don’t tell me you are too?”
“Che, no.”
“So touchy touch-” He let out a yelp when Kanda’s fist connected roughly with the back of his head, “-OUCH! Okay! Okay!” he pulled back and rubbed at the soon-to-be-bruise, “Jeez!” He tossed the napkin into the nearby trashcan, “What the heck’s up with you today? You’ve been all tense! Err, tenser than usual, anyway.”
“Che,”
“Is that always your default answer?”
Another, pointed, glare, “Okay yeah-it is. I get it. Uh, I’ll…just…sit over here?” He pulled out the chair of one of the nearby vacant tables and sat down in it, laughing nervously.
And for a while, they sat, in peaceful silence.
But Daisya’s foot would not stop twitching
And the chocolate sauce (or whatever the hell it was) kept seeping in and he could feel it and-he shuddered.
Why did this have to happen to him? Why did-
“I’m BACK~”
They both jolted , Daisya nearly falling out of his chair (with the foot twitching he had also decided to try leaning back as far as he could without falling over) in the process, as the redhead hummed jovially in front of them, holding up a plain white bag with, Kanda assumed, a pair of jeans in them.
“Che, finally.” He didn’t waste any time with small talk, instead grabbing the bag from Lavi’s hands and stalking off to the nearest bathroom, glaring death at anyone who got in his way. Thankfully it worked and he had no trouble finding a stall, in fact-the entire bathroom seemed to clear out once he stepped foot in it.
He promptly ignored when he heard two sets of familiar steps follow him in. Or the fact that the redhead’s humming had become so distinguished that he could tell it apart from any other hum in the world (and no, he didn’t spend that much time around the man. It wasn’t his fault they wound up as roommates. And were in the same English class. And Chemistry, and psychology class. Or, well, Lavi could have planned that. The stalker)
He quickly kicked his shoes off, hearing Lavi chuckle about something he whispered to Daisya, and soon he worked his belt off-then was sliding the pants down, and off, along with the disgusting mess. He didn’t even look at the jeans as he pulled them out and tugged them on-except, wait…
Something wasn’t right. Or did Lavi just get the wrong size? The jeans seemed way too snug (especially around his thighs) he barely managed to get the button in through the hole to keep them on, much less get the zipper up.
That’s when he knew-
“LAVI!”
The laughter-he banged the door open and immediately the redhead yelped, backing up far enough to where he was practically sitting on the sink-
These-these-
“WHAT KIND OF GAME ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL?!”
But despite the fear shining clear in that lone green eye, Lavi was still laughing-“But Yuu!” He chided, mirthful, loudly, “They look so good on you!”
Daisya whistled from next to him, and his glare was nowhere fast enough to cut off the next sentence that fell out of the bald-man’s mouth, “Yeah, never knew you had a nice ass!”
…Needless to say, they were nearly thrown out of the mall that day, with the yelling and the running, and-Kanda didn’t even count how many displays they ruined, or the fact that he had tried to get creative with a few pieces of merchandise (hangers were pointy, weren’t they? They could be bent out of shape to form something deadly-right?)
But that just left one itty bitty problem.
Kanda still had those jeans.
Those tight-unbelievably so-girl jeans.
And two grinning idiots in the back of Tiedoll’s car, with questioning looks from the older man.
Kanda Yuu was never going to live this down, was he?
Or at least, if he couldn’t get those two to shut up
Kink: Kanda in a girl's skinny jeans. (I don't care if there is a pairing or not but that nice ass has to go into a pair of tight jeans - preferably girl's jeans.)
...yeah...I know I should be working on other things BUT...it was fun and made me feel better? 8D *thanks to those who commented on my last journal* it really did make me feel better~ *huuuugs*
This. Was. Not. Happening.
“N-Neh, Y-Yuu-chan, you okay…?”
This…couldn’t be happening.
“I-I said I was sorry!” Daisya whimpered, backing away, eyes wide, staring at the mess he had made.
On the only clean pair of jeans Kanda had left. And now they were stained, quite horribly with…he crinkled his nose-what the fuck was that stuff? He shot a look at Daisya, who whimpered again, and ducked behind the Baka Usagi, who was looking just as nervous.
“Che,”
“E-Err..I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” His ‘brother’ (like he’d ever call the man that) reiterated, voice shaking, “R-Really! I didn’t mean to-I-tripped-it was Lavi’s fault!”
“Oi! Don’t go blaming this on me!”
“But you ran into me!”
“You were too close!”
“No I wasn’t-you just-lack depth perception!”
“Which is why I thought you were too close and ran into you! It’s not my fault.”
Kanda’s eye twitched and he glared back down at the mess in his lap. As much as he wanted to maim one of the two idiots in front of him, he certainly didn’t want to go walking around in sopping wet jeans for the rest of the day.
“Che,” it was enough to shut the two up, and make them glance at him, each with their own look of dread, “fighting isn’t going to fucking get my pants clean.”
“You aren’t mad?”
“I am.” He glared at them both, and he would have grinned but-the sticky concoction was starting to seep through and-instead he shuddered, “Just get me some fucking jeans, would you?”
“Are you sure? I mean, can’t we just mop it up?”
“No.”
“But-”
A Glare.
A Gulp, “R-Right…not goin’ anywhere near your crotch. Nope. Not at all.” He growled and immediately Lavi backed away, “Aha…ha…Daisya, you stay with brother-dearest, and I’ll, um, go buy the jeans.”
“But-”
“I’m the only one with money on me anyway.” He waved his wallet for them to see before slipping it back into his pocket and turning on his heels, “Be back in a jiffy!” He called out, before disappearing into the crowd, easily and with too much grace for a supposed one-eyed freak with lack of depth perception.
“I’m…really sorry about that Kanda,” he shot a glare at the apology, and immediately Daisya bowed his head, “Neh…an’ I really wanted to eat that ice cream too.”
“Che, how do you stand that stuff?” He grimaced as he shifted and the sticky syrupy concoction sank even further into the fabric of his jeans.
“How can you not like it?” Daisya shot back, watching him with a raised eyebrow, “it’s good! Seriously!” He grabbed a napkin from the table and began to dab up the disgusting stuff that had fallen on his pants leg, not even caring about the previous threat, or the growl that issued deep in Kanda’s throat, “Stop growlin’, jeez…it’s not like you ta be all prissy…not that I’d want that gay fag anywhere near my crotch,” He dabbed closer and Kanda stiffened.
Lavi’s gay?
“Jeez! Don’t tell me you are too?”
“Che, no.”
“So touchy touch-” He let out a yelp when Kanda’s fist connected roughly with the back of his head, “-OUCH! Okay! Okay!” he pulled back and rubbed at the soon-to-be-bruise, “Jeez!” He tossed the napkin into the nearby trashcan, “What the heck’s up with you today? You’ve been all tense! Err, tenser than usual, anyway.”
“Che,”
“Is that always your default answer?”
Another, pointed, glare, “Okay yeah-it is. I get it. Uh, I’ll…just…sit over here?” He pulled out the chair of one of the nearby vacant tables and sat down in it, laughing nervously.
And for a while, they sat, in peaceful silence.
But Daisya’s foot would not stop twitching
And the chocolate sauce (or whatever the hell it was) kept seeping in and he could feel it and-he shuddered.
Why did this have to happen to him? Why did-
“I’m BACK~”
They both jolted , Daisya nearly falling out of his chair (with the foot twitching he had also decided to try leaning back as far as he could without falling over) in the process, as the redhead hummed jovially in front of them, holding up a plain white bag with, Kanda assumed, a pair of jeans in them.
“Che, finally.” He didn’t waste any time with small talk, instead grabbing the bag from Lavi’s hands and stalking off to the nearest bathroom, glaring death at anyone who got in his way. Thankfully it worked and he had no trouble finding a stall, in fact-the entire bathroom seemed to clear out once he stepped foot in it.
He promptly ignored when he heard two sets of familiar steps follow him in. Or the fact that the redhead’s humming had become so distinguished that he could tell it apart from any other hum in the world (and no, he didn’t spend that much time around the man. It wasn’t his fault they wound up as roommates. And were in the same English class. And Chemistry, and psychology class. Or, well, Lavi could have planned that. The stalker)
He quickly kicked his shoes off, hearing Lavi chuckle about something he whispered to Daisya, and soon he worked his belt off-then was sliding the pants down, and off, along with the disgusting mess. He didn’t even look at the jeans as he pulled them out and tugged them on-except, wait…
Something wasn’t right. Or did Lavi just get the wrong size? The jeans seemed way too snug (especially around his thighs) he barely managed to get the button in through the hole to keep them on, much less get the zipper up.
That’s when he knew-
“LAVI!”
The laughter-he banged the door open and immediately the redhead yelped, backing up far enough to where he was practically sitting on the sink-
These-these-
“WHAT KIND OF GAME ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL?!”
But despite the fear shining clear in that lone green eye, Lavi was still laughing-“But Yuu!” He chided, mirthful, loudly, “They look so good on you!”
Daisya whistled from next to him, and his glare was nowhere fast enough to cut off the next sentence that fell out of the bald-man’s mouth, “Yeah, never knew you had a nice ass!”
…Needless to say, they were nearly thrown out of the mall that day, with the yelling and the running, and-Kanda didn’t even count how many displays they ruined, or the fact that he had tried to get creative with a few pieces of merchandise (hangers were pointy, weren’t they? They could be bent out of shape to form something deadly-right?)
But that just left one itty bitty problem.
Kanda still had those jeans.
Those tight-unbelievably so-girl jeans.
And two grinning idiots in the back of Tiedoll’s car, with questioning looks from the older man.
Kanda Yuu was never going to live this down, was he?
Or at least, if he couldn’t get those two to shut up