[Fic] Girlfriend - Yuuvi
“Hey, hey, you, you, I don’t like your girlfriend!”
More than one pair of eyebrows twitched simultaneously as Lavi bounced through the song. Allen groaned, not even bothering to make it seem good-natured anymore as he slapped a hand to his forehead. Kanda’s scoff at the moyashi’s “self mutilating” behavior was drowned in the loud bass line pumped through one of the many giant speakers in the karaoke room, and not for the first time that night, the samurai glared at it. Linali was well, being Linali. Polite and nice, no matter how much she wanted to yank that mike out of the redhead’s hands and turn that fucking shit off. But no. She wouldn’t do it. That was Kanda’s job.
There were more than one sigh of relief when the samurai stood up, default irate expression on, glaring at Lavi, who just blinked and grinned innocently.
As if the stupid rabbit could ever be innocent. At least not in that way.
“Shut… up…” Kanda’s threatening hiss didn’t even need an exclamation point to make his point. The redhead promptly froze for a brief moment, stuffing the mike back into its stand by the podium and stiffing back down next to Allen in record time. Tense silence followed.
There was a sound of something clicking.
“We’re going back,” the samurai growled. No one dared to contradict, and Allen just didn’t see the point, unless suffering through another couple of dozen rounds of “Girlfriend” was a decent enough one.
“Sure Yuu!” Lavi grinned, being back to his original, cheerful Forty-nine again. Kanda only growled.
“Move it, usagi.”
--
Lavi grunted when Kanda shoved him down on the bed. Despite the soft mattress (or because of the soft mattress), the breath was still knocked out of his lungs. Kanda, however, didn’t happen to deem letting the redhead catch his breath a necessity, and climbed on after Lavi’s unceremonious disposal, his knees now straddling the redhead’s waist.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you were up to.” There was no threatening quality in the samurai’s gruff tone. It was simply a statement of facts. The redhead merely quirked an eyebrow, a wry smile on his lips; a residual from the bit of Forty-nine he hadn’t managed to take off quite so easily, and his own Bookman Junior shining through.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Yuu-chan.”
To his credit, Kanda barely narrowed his eyes. “Che. Stop acting dumb, you idiot. It’s stupid.”
“Geez, Yuu,” Lavi sighed dramatically. “Do you always speak in tautologies like that!”
“Shut up!”
“I still don’t know what you mean though.” Oh how fun it was to see Kanda all ruffled and mad. It was a habit he had picked up from Forty-nine and hadn’t quite managed to lose. Well, that’ll come with time. “What was I in fact, up to?”
The samurai’s inherent scowl deepened, then he leaned down, so the two exorcists’ noses were just hair’s breath apart, and his long raven tresses made a curtain around their faces. “All those replays of Girlfriend? So much emphasis on the first damn line?”
“Hey, hey, Yuu, Yuu, I don’t like your girlfriend!” Lavi only sang in response. For a brief, cross-eyed moment, the redhead could see a strange expression come over his lover’s face. Something sort of like… amusement. Like Kanda was hiding a smile. Then, his solitary eye’s vision was filled with ebony, sharp-cut bangs, and he happily shut his eyelids, feeling their lips press solidly together. The softness of the samurai’s lips still manages to surprise him every time.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Kanda said once he pulled back, looking skeptically at Lavi. The redhead only grinned.
“I know Yuu. I know…”
Stupid crack, I know
x33
So, review~~?
More than one pair of eyebrows twitched simultaneously as Lavi bounced through the song. Allen groaned, not even bothering to make it seem good-natured anymore as he slapped a hand to his forehead. Kanda’s scoff at the moyashi’s “self mutilating” behavior was drowned in the loud bass line pumped through one of the many giant speakers in the karaoke room, and not for the first time that night, the samurai glared at it. Linali was well, being Linali. Polite and nice, no matter how much she wanted to yank that mike out of the redhead’s hands and turn that fucking shit off. But no. She wouldn’t do it. That was Kanda’s job.
There were more than one sigh of relief when the samurai stood up, default irate expression on, glaring at Lavi, who just blinked and grinned innocently.
As if the stupid rabbit could ever be innocent. At least not in that way.
“Shut… up…” Kanda’s threatening hiss didn’t even need an exclamation point to make his point. The redhead promptly froze for a brief moment, stuffing the mike back into its stand by the podium and stiffing back down next to Allen in record time. Tense silence followed.
There was a sound of something clicking.
“We’re going back,” the samurai growled. No one dared to contradict, and Allen just didn’t see the point, unless suffering through another couple of dozen rounds of “Girlfriend” was a decent enough one.
“Sure Yuu!” Lavi grinned, being back to his original, cheerful Forty-nine again. Kanda only growled.
“Move it, usagi.”
--
Lavi grunted when Kanda shoved him down on the bed. Despite the soft mattress (or because of the soft mattress), the breath was still knocked out of his lungs. Kanda, however, didn’t happen to deem letting the redhead catch his breath a necessity, and climbed on after Lavi’s unceremonious disposal, his knees now straddling the redhead’s waist.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you were up to.” There was no threatening quality in the samurai’s gruff tone. It was simply a statement of facts. The redhead merely quirked an eyebrow, a wry smile on his lips; a residual from the bit of Forty-nine he hadn’t managed to take off quite so easily, and his own Bookman Junior shining through.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Yuu-chan.”
To his credit, Kanda barely narrowed his eyes. “Che. Stop acting dumb, you idiot. It’s stupid.”
“Geez, Yuu,” Lavi sighed dramatically. “Do you always speak in tautologies like that!”
“Shut up!”
“I still don’t know what you mean though.” Oh how fun it was to see Kanda all ruffled and mad. It was a habit he had picked up from Forty-nine and hadn’t quite managed to lose. Well, that’ll come with time. “What was I in fact, up to?”
The samurai’s inherent scowl deepened, then he leaned down, so the two exorcists’ noses were just hair’s breath apart, and his long raven tresses made a curtain around their faces. “All those replays of Girlfriend? So much emphasis on the first damn line?”
“Hey, hey, Yuu, Yuu, I don’t like your girlfriend!” Lavi only sang in response. For a brief, cross-eyed moment, the redhead could see a strange expression come over his lover’s face. Something sort of like… amusement. Like Kanda was hiding a smile. Then, his solitary eye’s vision was filled with ebony, sharp-cut bangs, and he happily shut his eyelids, feeling their lips press solidly together. The softness of the samurai’s lips still manages to surprise him every time.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Kanda said once he pulled back, looking skeptically at Lavi. The redhead only grinned.
“I know Yuu. I know…”
Stupid crack, I know
x33
So, review~~?