[RP Clockwise Turned Backward Pt. 1 + A/N
Allen's eyes widened ever so slightly at the vulgar comment, and, casting Lenalee a worried look--it wasn’t like he could say something like this in front of her!--before struggling to find the words, "What are you talking about, Lavi? Why would the BaKanda know what you were up to last night?"~
Kanda was pretty sure he'd maim the man.
Castrate him--something, with that insufferable grin, too wide, too-too…it was too early in the morning for this, he decided with a pointed glare at the both of them, and then a less scathing one at Lenalee. Lavi knew better, didn't? Or no, he probably didn't. He was an idiot after all, "Don't get me involved in your fucking shit." he ground out, though he couldn't help but feel, well...
He never knew what the redhead did anymore. Not that it bothered him. No. But his Soba did suddenly taste very bad, and he pushed it away with a disgusted look on his face, "Che, whatever. I'm leaving."
Lenalee sent a quick wink to Lavi, while Allen was distracted by Kanda's...well, Kanda-ness, and the redhead let out a short laugh, smiling back at her.
"Well....I think I'm going to go get ready for my next class," she said innocently, smiling sweetly at Allen once they'd regained the boy's attention. "After all, I need to do my stretched before Gym..... Bye, Allen-kun, bye Lavi-kun~ ...Lavi-kun, you should probably go chase after Kanda-kun - you never know what he'll do when left by himself." This, of course, was MEANT to be a perverted reference, disguised as an innocent one, seeming like a perverted one. And by the horrified look on Allen's face, she decided she'd done well.
Lavi let out a soft chuckle as Lenalee left the table. "That girl...she really doesn't have a CLUE what she's saying, eh Moyashi??" He reached over, and gave the shorter boy a noogie. "Ah well...I suppose I probably should go after Yuu-chan...We have to partner-up for Biology next block, anyways, and if he's mad at me..."
Allen just blinked at the older man, watching the mop of red hair make it’s through the swarm of itty bitty freshmen (it wasn't hard, after all--the man WAS tall) until it disappeared through the huge double doors at the other end of the room.
Well. THAT was an interesting morning wasn't it? He looked down at the dirtied plate and sighed, smiling ever so slightly, 'But then that's what I like about them, I guess' and he could 'guess at a lot of things, right?
****skip to Kanda***
The man was following him, wasn't he? Yes. He was. Of course he was. Kanda gripped his sword tightly in his hand, almost wishing it was Mugen, but knowing because of damn school policies that bringing weapons to school got you suspended. Not that he cared for the place--he didn't, who gave a fuck about education?
But then Tiedoll was paying for his room and board, and it wasn't like he really wanted to--well...no he wasn't lazy either but...he owed the man. Even if he hated to admit it. It didn't make the fact any less true either. So h e let out a sigh and continued walking-walking, walking--listening to the echo of steps trying to match his own--and soon he was in front of the Training Room Doors.
They were vacant this early in the morning, he was sure. Everyone always used the one with better equipment in the front. So it made sense he'd come here, right? To be alone and train, right? He pulled off the key that the trainer had given him (well, okay, he had filched it, but it was just a damn key, right?) But he stopped before he placed the key in the lock, sighing once more.
"What the fuck do you want Baka Usagi?"
Lavi feigned hurt, coming to a stop behind the older boy. He wrapped his arms around Kanda, and buried his face in the Asian's soft hair, letting out an indignant sniff.
"Whaddaya mean, 'what do I want'?" he huffed, hugging Kanda tighter. "Yuu-chan's my best friend - it's only natural I'd come to apologize after I made him angry...."
He let out another sigh, and stood up, a slightly more serious expression on his face. "Besides. I only said that to freak-out the Moyashi, you know that. I wasn't even WITH you last night. Or the night before, or the night before that. Why'd ya hafta go and get so offended? It was a joke....you know how I am."
He went quiet after that, waiting for Kanda to say something.
Why the man had to touch him so much, Kanda would never know, but he could never quite stop his shoulders from tensing when those arms wrapped around him. No matter how many times he told them 'he's safe' they still wouldn't listen. Not that he'd ever admit to arguing with body parts, but--well--it didn't matter, he decided, as he attempted to relax.
"Che, I know how you are." He replied gruffly though he hated the fact that he choked. Just a little. On the words, "But where the fuck DO you go?" Oh shit. Why did he--he cringed inwardly and waited for those arms to tighten, or pull away. He knew the man couldn't talk about it, he had figured that part out already, so why did--?
Lavi stiffened - and he KNEW Kanda noticed - before pulling away. He didn't want to talk about this...he COULDN'T. Not if he didn't want to get Kanda involved...not if he wanted to keep him safe...
"I...I've been helping Gramps out with some stuff... Work, y'know? Jus' because he's getting old and all...can't do all the troublesome stuff on his own anymore..." He knew he was slipping, but dammit!! It was so...so HARD to lie to him! "Please, Yuu....don't ask me this anymore. I'm not trying to be a bad friend, or a 'suspicious character', but...this is just...stuff I don't wanna get you involved in."
Kanda let out a snort, 'It's always that, isn't it?' Not that he would say it out loud, "Che. Of course." He turned around to face the man, and watched as he fidgeted nervously. Did the redhead even know how often his hand reached up to touch his eye patch? The eye patch he always wore because he said it made him 'look like a pirate'? Why was he even fucking ANALYZING that? It shouldn't matter.
No it shouldn't. And it didn't. He knew it didn't because--because he was Kanda Yuu. And Kanda Yuu didn't worry about those things. Ever. Especially when it came to idiotic redheads. So he turned back around again and fumbled with the key, turning the knob when it clicked and stepping through....
Oh God. His eyes. He decided right then he wanted to gouge them out. Really he did. Because--because--oh holy hell--what were-
The two bodies on one of the mats--right in the damned front of the room--he could see it--everything--and--froze in mid...Ugh...no. Just. No.
"What. The FUCK?" Immediately then the two bodies scrambled, grabbing at clothes, which were strewn everywhere, hastily attempting to put them back on, as if that would give them any form of decency. As if that would help ANYTHING. The damage had already been done. The image still painfully burned into his retinas and Lavi? Well, the idiot was LAUGHING of course. What else would he be doing?
"Y-Y.....Yuu-chan!!!!" the redhead gasped out, clutching his stomach tightly as his frame was wracked with hysterical laughter. Oh man...this was just too great. This was the BEST. And he would NEVER let Kanda live it down. "G-geeze...Yuu-chan....that was....FUCK! That was AMAZING!!!"
His laughter came back, then, ten-fold, and he....promptly fell over, hitting his head on the wall. Hard. "GAH..!!" He slid to the floor, his head pounding, and his vision flickering.
"Fuuuuuuccckkk........" he groaned. But before Kanda could taunt him for it - call him stupid - he grinned absentmindedly, and spoke up. Maybe if he admitted to it on his own.... "Yeah, yeah....I know, that was my own fault.... Stupid, right? Eugh......" He didn't even bother standing up. Damn....stupid...Karma.
And Kanda didn't help the man up. Why should he, after all? With THAT image in his head, and why the hell it was funny--he didn't know. Why the hell anyone wanted to have sex BEFORE 8AM in the morning--he didn't know that either. Except he didn't think about that sort of thing. No. He had just wanted to train--nothing more. Have a bit of relaxation before going to his first class....
Apparently Karma wasn't on his side. But then, Karma was a bitch. and if he had had Mugen, he would have threatened those two, but he didn't. And now, here he was,--NOT THINKING about that. No. It didn't help that the guy was in his class. Or that Lavi was bemoaning his bad luck, with an icepack firmly placed on his head (taped there, like it'd do more than give him weird looks).
This just wasn't his day, he decided. Resting his head agains the cool surface of the table, not even looking up when the teacher walked in, or when Lavi started poking him, repeatedly, in the side.
Lavi groaned again, thunking his head down on the table...which was probably not the best idea, in his state. "Uuuuunnngghhh........."
He ignored the teacher's demand to sit up and pay attention. Hell, even if he COULD sit up - without pain - he wouldn't be able to focus. Not with this pounding mother-fucker of a headache, at least.
"Yuuuuuuuuu........" He poked his friend again, tilting his head slightly to peer up at the older boy through his bangs. "....d'ya have any Aspirin...or Ibuprofen...or something....?
Please...? You know I love ya, right?" He grazed the Japanese with one of his most dazzling - in his opinion - smiles.
Which didn't work. Kanda blatantly told himself--it wouldn't work. Because it didn't. He knew those smiles. He knew that whenever they were given it could NEVER equal anything good. So he kicked the redhead in the shin and turned his head away.
After all, it was the idiots own fault he was in pain. Not that kicking him made it any better. Not that the teacher didn't just send him another scathing look as said redhead-idiot howled in pain.
"Kanda, Lavi," Oh, but of course she'd speak up now, "If you two can't stop...bothering each other, then I'm sending you down to the office. And Lavi, why on earth do you have an icepack strapped to your head? If you're hurt then go to the nurse!"
Lavi hissed angrily at Kanda, through clenched teeth, "What the Hell was THAT for, BaKanda???" Then, to the teacher, "Sorry...it won't happen again. RIGHT....Yuu-chan...?"
But their sensei insisted that he leave the class, so...what could he do? He packed his books back into his bags, stood up - albeit woozy - and left the room. He'd call Bookman when he got outside...ask for a ride home. After all, if he wasn't going to be in class...then what was the point of being here at ALL?
It wasn't fair. Sure...it HAD been his own fault he'd hit his head...but did Yuu-chan REALLY have to kick him like that? He already hurt enough... With a sigh, he pushed the front doors of the school open, and stepped outside, sitting down near the bike racks. The redhead pulled out his phone, and dialed the old Panda's number.
Finally, after what had seemed like forever, the other line was answered. Lavi let out a sigh of relief. "Hey listen, Jiji-"
"Why are you calling?" Bookman interrupted. "You're in school...are you not? You'd better not tell me you're skipping, boy..."
Lavi gulped at the warning tone in his mentor's voice, and shook his head, before remembering that the old man couldn't see him. "No...No, I'm not. I...hit my head. Got an ice-pack taped to my head...eh-heh.... The teacher sent me out of the class, so I figured I might as well just go home....if I'm not gunna learn......." he slowly trailed off.