[Log] A Typical Day
WHO: Kanda Yuu and Lavi
WHAT: A typical day of training and meditation. No, scratch that. A typical day of would-be training and meditation if only it hadn't been interrupted by a certain eyepatched rabbit.
WHERE: Kanda's room, can move to other places
WHEN: Morning? Sure why not.
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( If luck allows it... which it won't... )
WHAT: A typical day of training and meditation. No, scratch that. A typical day of would-be training and meditation if only it hadn't been interrupted by a certain eyepatched rabbit.
WHERE: Kanda's room, can move to other places
WHEN: Morning? Sure why not.
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( If luck allows it... which it won't... )
"Aw c'mon Yuusie, do I need t'shower?" He questioned melodramatically, holding high an arm to sniff at himself. "T'be completely truthful'n all, could easily be either've us so... how's about we /both/ go. Know what they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do'n take baths naked with another man!"
The reaction he got this time was even more fun, bending backwards to avoid that swipe thrown viciously his way. Of all the people he teased, Kanda was the simplist to irritate and the most awesome when it came to retortions.
When everyone else was subject to his grins, jokes and intimate contact, the average response was usually a pained smile and a shove in the opposite direction. If Lavi truly understood human emotions enough to feel them properly, he'd have been in a spiralling depression by now, with the amount of rejecting he received. Of course, being a Bookman in training, he'd never really looked too deeply into emotion - he wasn't allowed to.
Yet... something about Kanda, despite him being the one to repell the most, drew him in. Now Lavi wasn't a totally naive; he could recognise embarrassment when he saw it. It always did feel slightly different coming from the asian exorcist.
Lost in thought, he seemed to have lost his grip on Kanda. He blinked, pivotting on his toes to try and spot him again... ahah. There he was, slinking off into the shadows. Not a chance! The redhead caught up, determining that by his direction, he was heading off to the training hall.
"C'monnn, lemme join ya. You need a sparin' partner 'nyway, right?"
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It wasn't eight yet and Kanda was already starting to feel the throbbing of a vein in his temple. Lavi was damn invading his personal space and, combined with the prospect of a ruined day, it was just not making it for the Japanese exorcist.
Sure enough, his daily dose of headache came. After taking the customary swing at the other for his idiotic statement, Kanda decided not to follow up on it. While it was remarkable that he was choosing not to deal punishment, Kanda decided that his day of training was far more important.
But of course, it was never that easy with the redheaded rabbit. After only a few seconds of "freedom," the other exorcist was back in his line of sight, being altogether way too happy and bouncy for Kanda's tastes.
Apparenty, Lavi thought he was heading for the training hall. It was in the same direction as the forest, so that wasn't a surprise. Perhaps he could somehow get the rabbit to go to the training hall while he made off to the forest before the other noticed anything?...
Kanda stopped in the hallway. Turning to the redhead, he spoke in what he hoped was a grudging manner.
"...Fine. You go first, I need to go back and get something."
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"Really? O~kay! You're th'boss!"
As Kanda turned away with the familiar 'hmpf', Lavi also turned. That smile he wore was teetering on being evil looking. Oh how he loved it when his caculated plans were obviously going to bear fruit. How fun this game was; it always did feel a little different with Kanda.
His pace was slow, wandering along the corridors until he met with a split in his road. Now he was supposed to be heading to the training hall, but he knew that look in Kanda's eye anywhere. The redheaded exorcist prided himself in being what he referred happily to as, 'the human lie detector'. Especially with the Japanese man, there were certain quirks which gave away his lies.
Beginning to hum contentedly, Lavi moved from his once frozen position, leg in the air, turning to face the trail to the forest instead and bringing his foot back down to earth, continuing. His steps were now quite brisk, excitable. Kanda really was entertaining, even the thought of his reactions brought a monkey-like grin onto Bookman Junior's face.
Such was the speed of his travel, he reached the forest quickly and getting to the centre where Kanda usually trained, surrounded by trees and bushes was no problem. It was quite a surreal place, blocked out from the rest of the world by the greenery, as if he'd entered a new dimension. Lavi dropped onto his knees and shuffled into a nearby group of bushes. Oooh, how fun. He actually climbed right in to the heart of one shrub, brushing leaves away from his vision enough to have a good view. Perfect. Now he just had to stay quiet and wait for the high and mighty samurai to come strolling into the clearing. This... would be great!
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Kanda disappeared around a corner, then waited. At the pace the redhead had been going at, it would probably take a while for him to reach the split in paths. Damn him. With a 'tch' of exasperation, the Japanese exorcist settled down to wait.
Minutes passed as Kanda's patience wore thin. He never really was one to wait when he shouldn't need to. Finally, deigning that he had waited long enough, Kanda pushed off the wall he had been leaning against, turning the corner to head towards the forest.
He kept an eye out for any sign of the Bookman apprentice, still not completely willing to trust that his lie had worked. Kanda didn't relax until he reached the forest. Even then, he still cast a look around the clearing, searching for any sign of the redhead. It never occurred to him to check in the surrounding shrubbery.
Finally, Kanda allowed himself a mental breath of relief. He was alone in his own world for the time being, away from the bustle and noise of the Order. Dealing with people usually pissed him off, but here there were no annoying brats or loud moronic idiots. It was the perfect sanctuary to retreat to.
Kanda found the tree he usually chose to meditate under and set Mugen down, propping it up against the trunk. Normally, the Japanese youth would begin with basic sword forms and progress to more complicated ones.
It was getting late and every second he wasted, Kanda knew it was less time for himself in this retreat. Removing his shirt as he had no reason to ruin it with sweat later, he set it down besides his sword.
Reaching for Mugen, he paused for moment, leaning against the tree. Letting his eyes close, Kanda laid his head back, breathing deep the smell of the air after rain. He would never have done such a thing if he knew someone was looking. The fact that there was no one else there reassured the Japanese exorcist enough to lay down his guard and enjoy the world around him.
If only he knew he had a spectator.
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"Yeah... Yuusie's sure got a culture of his own goin' here..." He muttered to himself, stifling a persistant chuckle. He settled himself down comfortably, ready to not move for a while. Chances were, Kanda would be here for a long time; Lavi knew this, even though he hadn't gone this far before, the Japanese exorcist had disappeared for hours on end and then thrown viscious glances at people who dared to look upon him questioningly. He really was quite an inward person.
Maybe it was because the current persona of 'Lavi' was so amazingly outward, he couldn't understand how Kanda kept himself to himself so very much. Even if there had been a 'Lavi' that was like Kanda, current Lavi was strictly forbidden not to draw on those memories. This was a rule even he would never dare break, knowing only that the consequences would be extremely dire. With that said, Lavi wondered endlessly about Kanda. Not much was known about him to be fair, and this game of Lavi's had only proved to make him wildly curious.
Who was this guy? And even more so, why had he got such a fantastic ability of sped up healing from that 'tattoo' on his chest?
Perhaps it was the Bookman inside him, but Lavi quickly became aware that having fun was not the only intention of his games with Kanda. He loved to play, but there was definately a reason behind his wanting to focus on the samurai. His expression had slowly drifted away from the usual happy-go-lucky one, and was now one of extreme concentration. His skilled eye recorded the graceful, swift movements and stances with mild interest, wondering whether he himself could do this? Possibly not, considering the fact that Kanda practised regularly to attain his battlestyle.
Lavi considered himself a person who was serious when the need arose for it. Something so indulging about the other man's movements... he leant forward - too far forward - and caused a number of things to happen, cursing furiously mentally as they happened. A twig snapped, a larger one also broke in two, many leaves rustled and his face popped out of the bush. Apparently, he'd been covered, but only just.
"Ahw shit..." He mumbled, pulling on the mask that Kanda was used to and cracking a grin. "Hey Yuusie, I'm sucha klutz... Jus' wanted to see your little dance, is all. Captivatin'!"
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