Drabbles from LaviYuu 100 Themes
“…why not?”
“I’m on my period.”
“You had it last week.”
“Get your hand out of my pants! I’m not having sex with you because I’m studying for that stupid certification or moving with you to your new job won’t be possible!”
“…m'sorry, Yuu-chan.”
“…look, why don’t you go sit in that corner and plan a vacation for when I pass the exam?”
“Yuu-chan wants to go on vacation?!”
“Stop calling me that. Do you want me to change my mind?”
“Yuu-chan loves me!”
“Idiot.”
Theme: Anger
Length: Double drabble, 200 words
Notes: Shows you how well I can actually keep to a prompt ;_; (spoilers: not very well). General silliness.
As a senior Finder, Toma was used to getting calls at all hours of the day from new members needing help. His friends often remarked that he was too nice like that, but they were all in this together, and Toma liked helping others when he could.
This call was from Brenden. Running through his mental information sheet, Toma hit the answer button on his golem.
“Sorry to bother you, Toma, but Master Kanda is really angry about something right now and I’m not sure what to do. And please don’t say ‘ask him what’s wrong’.”
Oh, well, this would be easier than expected. “I believe Master Lavi is also with you on the train right now? Shove him into the compartment with Kanda and all will be fine.”
“But Toma, I think Master Lavi’s half the reason Master Kanda is so incensed~”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I have a feeling Master Lavi will be quite glad to take over the taming of the beast.”
“Well, if you say so.” Brenden sounded doubtful, but hung up.
Three days later he returned from the mission with a large box of local pastries to thank Toma for his wonderfully helpful advice.
Theme: Sexy
Length: Triple drabble, 300 words
Notes: They get longer and longer but all feel like they should be expanded! ^^;; Includes mistreatment of yarn.
It was supposed to have been Lavi’s attempt at hand-making Kanda’s birthday present this year. What it turned out was too short. And two sizes too small. He’d used the fuzzy yarn like Lenalee had advised so any mistakes wouldn’t be too obvious, but she had probably forgotten to tell him not to pull the stitches so tight. So now Kanda was sitting grumpily on his bed in a long-sleeved fuzzy sweater that looked like it was painted on him, but left a hand width’s gap of bare stomach from the end of the sweater to the top of his pants, and his shoulders and collarbones nearly completely exposed due to the collar unraveling when he’d pulled it over his head.
Kanda raised an eyebrow as he cleared his throat. “Don’t give me a lecture about ruining it, rabbit. You’re the one that insisted I try it on.”
“Er, no, actually. I was going to say you look fucking hot like that.”
Kanda’s eyebrows crawled even higher up his face. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you, rabbit brat?”
“Nope,” Lavi replied, crawling onto the bed so he was kneeling next to Kanda. Those shoulders were begging to be licked.
“Stop that.” Kanda batted Lavi’s hand away from where his fingers were tracing the exposed edges of the tattoo over and over again. “I thought it was my birthday?”
Lavi caught the hand that was poking a finger into his chest and brought the finger to his lips. Curling out his tongue, he licked the finger from base to tip, then slowly sucked it into his mouth from tip to base, making sure Kanda could feel the suction. He grinned at Kanda’s “I’m fighting off a glazed look” look. “'Course. And that’s why I’m offering to do anything Yuu wants.”
Theme: Respect
Length: Triple drabble, 300 words
Notes: Still long :p My attempt to be serious, which didn't quite pan out. Somewhat morbid discussions between stressed out teenage soldiers and Lavi still trying to figure out his persona.
He’d never paid attention to the other boy, the new Exorcist, until he heard the words of a foreign prayer being said over a Finder’s coffin. He waited until the other boy was finished, and Lavi answered before he’d decided whether or not he wanted to bother asking the question.
“It’s a traditional prayer for safe passage of the souls of the dead in his religion,” the red-haired Exorcist explained.
Ignoring the fact that they were under orders from the Vatican, he asked instead, “Why do you care? You’re a Bookman.”
Lavi smiled at him with that irritating smile that was so fake, but for once he was honestly answering Kanda’s question, because that smile also showed that he knew that Kanda knew that it was fake, and he didn’t care. “It’s what should be done, and I do it when I can.” There was also a hint of conflict in that smile, and confusion, but they were swept back quickly behind that constructed veneer.
“Whatever,” Kanda grunted, and turned to walk away, hand on Mugen’s hilt.
“You can teach me some of your prayers if you want,” Lavi called after him. “That way I’ll know what to say for you if I ever need to. It’ll keep the both of us feeling human, yeah?”
Kanda felt his lips twist upward in a sharp smile. This new boy was barely an Exorcist, but he knew war. “As if I’d need your services. You should be telling me what you want said over your grave if you wanted anything said at all.” He didn’t bother turning around so he could see Lavi’s expression and know if he’d guessed right or wrong.
Looking back at this later, he realized that moment was when he first started to respect Lavi as a comrade.
Theme: Beauty
Length: Double drabble and a half, 250 words
Notes: Erm, slightly shorter? More of my failed attempts at trying to fill a prompt in a way that makes sense to more than one person. Some Exorcist-y stuff? And Lavi possibly being clueless, but who knows?
You catch Kanda’s foot as it attempts to embed itself into your stomach, and use your weight to throw Kanda off balance. The two of you are only on the ground for seconds before Kanda rolls over you, then you’re both on their feet again, Kanda trying to land a hit to your side, and you attempting to put your heel to the back of Kanda’s knee.
It’s like a dance, the movement and rhythm and contact of your bodies dodging and lunging to the echoes of your shouts in the training room. Then Kanda’s ankle around yours when there’s no way he should have been able to catch his balance at that angle sends you flat on the training mat again, but you grab a fist full of shirt and pull him down on top of you.
You whine pitifully when Kanda’s chest slams into yours, and he smirks as he pins your hands. He laughs at the exaggerated faces you make when you try to free them and can’t, and that’s why you subject yourself to the bruises of sparring with Kanda Yuu on such a golden afternoon. Kanda’s more glorious than the sunshine when he smiles. You want to see it as often as you can. You want to know how to make him smile in a context free of fighting or training or violence. Because maybe, you hope just a little, that someday he might have such a carefree expression on his face because of you.
“I’m on my period.”
“You had it last week.”
“Get your hand out of my pants! I’m not having sex with you because I’m studying for that stupid certification or moving with you to your new job won’t be possible!”
“…m'sorry, Yuu-chan.”
“…look, why don’t you go sit in that corner and plan a vacation for when I pass the exam?”
“Yuu-chan wants to go on vacation?!”
“Stop calling me that. Do you want me to change my mind?”
“Yuu-chan loves me!”
“Idiot.”
Theme: Anger
Length: Double drabble, 200 words
Notes: Shows you how well I can actually keep to a prompt ;_; (spoilers: not very well). General silliness.
As a senior Finder, Toma was used to getting calls at all hours of the day from new members needing help. His friends often remarked that he was too nice like that, but they were all in this together, and Toma liked helping others when he could.
This call was from Brenden. Running through his mental information sheet, Toma hit the answer button on his golem.
“Sorry to bother you, Toma, but Master Kanda is really angry about something right now and I’m not sure what to do. And please don’t say ‘ask him what’s wrong’.”
Oh, well, this would be easier than expected. “I believe Master Lavi is also with you on the train right now? Shove him into the compartment with Kanda and all will be fine.”
“But Toma, I think Master Lavi’s half the reason Master Kanda is so incensed~”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I have a feeling Master Lavi will be quite glad to take over the taming of the beast.”
“Well, if you say so.” Brenden sounded doubtful, but hung up.
Three days later he returned from the mission with a large box of local pastries to thank Toma for his wonderfully helpful advice.
Theme: Sexy
Length: Triple drabble, 300 words
Notes: They get longer and longer but all feel like they should be expanded! ^^;; Includes mistreatment of yarn.
It was supposed to have been Lavi’s attempt at hand-making Kanda’s birthday present this year. What it turned out was too short. And two sizes too small. He’d used the fuzzy yarn like Lenalee had advised so any mistakes wouldn’t be too obvious, but she had probably forgotten to tell him not to pull the stitches so tight. So now Kanda was sitting grumpily on his bed in a long-sleeved fuzzy sweater that looked like it was painted on him, but left a hand width’s gap of bare stomach from the end of the sweater to the top of his pants, and his shoulders and collarbones nearly completely exposed due to the collar unraveling when he’d pulled it over his head.
Kanda raised an eyebrow as he cleared his throat. “Don’t give me a lecture about ruining it, rabbit. You’re the one that insisted I try it on.”
“Er, no, actually. I was going to say you look fucking hot like that.”
Kanda’s eyebrows crawled even higher up his face. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you, rabbit brat?”
“Nope,” Lavi replied, crawling onto the bed so he was kneeling next to Kanda. Those shoulders were begging to be licked.
“Stop that.” Kanda batted Lavi’s hand away from where his fingers were tracing the exposed edges of the tattoo over and over again. “I thought it was my birthday?”
Lavi caught the hand that was poking a finger into his chest and brought the finger to his lips. Curling out his tongue, he licked the finger from base to tip, then slowly sucked it into his mouth from tip to base, making sure Kanda could feel the suction. He grinned at Kanda’s “I’m fighting off a glazed look” look. “'Course. And that’s why I’m offering to do anything Yuu wants.”
Theme: Respect
Length: Triple drabble, 300 words
Notes: Still long :p My attempt to be serious, which didn't quite pan out. Somewhat morbid discussions between stressed out teenage soldiers and Lavi still trying to figure out his persona.
He’d never paid attention to the other boy, the new Exorcist, until he heard the words of a foreign prayer being said over a Finder’s coffin. He waited until the other boy was finished, and Lavi answered before he’d decided whether or not he wanted to bother asking the question.
“It’s a traditional prayer for safe passage of the souls of the dead in his religion,” the red-haired Exorcist explained.
Ignoring the fact that they were under orders from the Vatican, he asked instead, “Why do you care? You’re a Bookman.”
Lavi smiled at him with that irritating smile that was so fake, but for once he was honestly answering Kanda’s question, because that smile also showed that he knew that Kanda knew that it was fake, and he didn’t care. “It’s what should be done, and I do it when I can.” There was also a hint of conflict in that smile, and confusion, but they were swept back quickly behind that constructed veneer.
“Whatever,” Kanda grunted, and turned to walk away, hand on Mugen’s hilt.
“You can teach me some of your prayers if you want,” Lavi called after him. “That way I’ll know what to say for you if I ever need to. It’ll keep the both of us feeling human, yeah?”
Kanda felt his lips twist upward in a sharp smile. This new boy was barely an Exorcist, but he knew war. “As if I’d need your services. You should be telling me what you want said over your grave if you wanted anything said at all.” He didn’t bother turning around so he could see Lavi’s expression and know if he’d guessed right or wrong.
Looking back at this later, he realized that moment was when he first started to respect Lavi as a comrade.
Theme: Beauty
Length: Double drabble and a half, 250 words
Notes: Erm, slightly shorter? More of my failed attempts at trying to fill a prompt in a way that makes sense to more than one person. Some Exorcist-y stuff? And Lavi possibly being clueless, but who knows?
You catch Kanda’s foot as it attempts to embed itself into your stomach, and use your weight to throw Kanda off balance. The two of you are only on the ground for seconds before Kanda rolls over you, then you’re both on their feet again, Kanda trying to land a hit to your side, and you attempting to put your heel to the back of Kanda’s knee.
It’s like a dance, the movement and rhythm and contact of your bodies dodging and lunging to the echoes of your shouts in the training room. Then Kanda’s ankle around yours when there’s no way he should have been able to catch his balance at that angle sends you flat on the training mat again, but you grab a fist full of shirt and pull him down on top of you.
You whine pitifully when Kanda’s chest slams into yours, and he smirks as he pins your hands. He laughs at the exaggerated faces you make when you try to free them and can’t, and that’s why you subject yourself to the bruises of sparring with Kanda Yuu on such a golden afternoon. Kanda’s more glorious than the sunshine when he smiles. You want to see it as often as you can. You want to know how to make him smile in a context free of fighting or training or violence. Because maybe, you hope just a little, that someday he might have such a carefree expression on his face because of you.