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Characters: Kanda mugennohana & Yukari y_hayasaka
Location: Kanda's apartment, then to a very high-class Japanese restaurant.
Date/time: [BACKDATED, lullz] June 10th, noonish.
Rating: K for Kanda PG-13 for language.
Summary: Yukari takes Kanda out for lunch to discuss over sibling issues. ... And feed him, obviously.
Yukari is purple , Kanda is black.
Yukari's chauffeur pulled up to the curb of Kanda's and Lavi's apartment complex, and remained idle as she got out of the car. She took long, confident model strides inside, to the elevator, pushed the up button, then let her arms loosely cross while she waited.
And yet, while she seemed so perfect calm on the inside, the woman was fighting back nervousness and inevitable chaos in her mind. She worried that she'd say something wrong to her brother, or she'd get so frustrated she'd wind up letting her temper take over. And it was already a known fact their tempers didn't go together very... harmoniously. Yukari's painted lips frowned slightly as she stepped in, and pressed the button to his floor. I won't make that mistake this time, she thought, standing up straight a little more.
The elevator doors opened, and the model wasted no time in making her way down the hallway. She stopped at his apartment door, and after a second's hesitation, she knocked on the door.
Kanda had been up for an hour now, given the fact he couldn't move around easily, it took him much longer to get ready than it usually would have. He'd since figured out a way to bathe himself without wetting his cast, thankful of the detachable shower head. Having to rely on people for bathing really did not sit well with him, especially given the fact he got at least two showers a day, if not three or even four on occasion.
By the time he was dressed and ready to go, he heard the knock at the door. Undoubtedly that was Yukari, and he sighed as he finished tying the ribbon in his hair. Lavi was still asleep, and no doubt he would be until he got home. He picked up his crutches and made his way over to the door, opening it to let her in while he sat down to put his shoes on.
Yukari put on a wide smile when the door opened, but blinked when he didn't greet her, just moved and sat down. Well, Kanda wasn't exactly the "Hello! How are you?" type, was he? Stepping inside, Yukari closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "Ne, Kanda-san, you clean up so well," she teased him cutely with another smile.
Her arms slowly crossed again, and one of her long acrylic nails flicked idly at a peice of lint on her dress' short sleeve. "I got us reservations at a Japanese restaurant," She didn't comment on how high-class and expensive it was, but it wasn't like Kanda needed to know that. "I think you'll like it. It's so ornate and peaceful there,.." she added thoughtfully, one of her fingers tapping her chin as she watched him pull on his shoes.
He simply rolled his eyes at her comment and pulled on his other shoe. Did she honestly expect him to greet her with a happy attitude and a smile. Ha. Not a chance in Hell. Of course he cleaned up well, in fact he made it a point to keep himself looking as immaculate as physically possible at all times. (Well, maybe not at all times, but when he was out of bed, most definitely). He did have that arrogance to him, he knew for a fact he was beautiful. He stood up, weight on one foot, and smirked as he picked up his crutches again.
At the mention of a Japanese restaurant his smirk widened. She knew him better than he thought, either that or she had made a very good guess. "As long as they have soba, I don't give a damn where we go." He pulled his key out of his pocket and held on to it while he pushed his way past her, resting his weight on the crutches as he waited for her to exit the apartment before he could lock it up.
Yukari wouldn't deny her brother was beautiful, because really-- they looked far too much alike. And Yukari was well aware she was just as stunning. She sighed inwardly at that fact. Eye color aside, they did look rather similar from even a first glance. It didn't help Kanda kept his hair long and nearly styled it just the same as she did.
"Soba, mm?" Yukari repeated absently as she stepped outside of the apartment. She silently memorized that fact, pleased that she had hit a good mark on his tastes without even realizing it. "I'm sure you won't be disappointed then, darling." she said with another smile, but paused. Her eyes lowered to her brightly colored heels, and hesitated. "Kanda-san,.. thank you for agreeing to come with me." her eyes slowly moved back onto him. "I know I haven't been behaving... maturely, as of late."
Kanda locked up the apartment as she stepped out and made his way down the hall ahead of her, having mastered his crutches quickly. He wasn't nearly as fast as he was had his leg been healed, then his stride was wide and fast. Now, however, she could easily catch up to him if she tried. He stopped in front of the elevator, hitting the button to call the car, looking up when she spoke. "Tch, whatever. How were you supposed to react to something like that?" He knew for a fact he hadn't reacted well at the initial news either, but she didn't need to know that.
Yukari didn't hasten her pace in following him, making it a habit to retain her model stride. 'The racing season is over,' her instructor used to always tell her when she began modeling. For some odd reason, that always stuck with Yukari, and she didn't think she had ever rushed herself since. She glanced up again when Kanda spoke to her, and a small smile tugged at her lips. He had an odd way of trying to comfort her, if that's what he was doing.
"Either way, it was rather childish of me." she said, glancing over as the elevator doors opened. "I didn't mean to tell you those things. I was just,.. you know, over-emotional." she raised an eyebrow at herself as she stepped inside first. Admiting to making human-mistakes was strange... nonetheless to Kanda of all people.
He refused to admit that he should have told her sooner. It was her fault for snooping in the first place, but now that she knew, there was no point in thinking about what should or shouldn't have happened. It was done, there was no going back. He boarded the small car after her, hopping on one foot to turn himself around. He probably looked silly, but he couldn't care less.
He had to admit, they did look very similar. Their hair, especially. Though Yukari's bangs were shorter, she looked like a female version of him, and that was a rather scary thought. Aside from gender, the only obvious difference was their eye colour. While his were a deep blue, hers were a vibrant amber.
Yukari shifted her weight to one hip as the lift descended, watching him a little annoyedly in the corner of her eye. He didn't talk very much, and when he did-- it was usually was blunt and to the point. Yukari on the other hand, was all for small-talk.
"When is your cast coming off, anyways?" she asked curiously, wanting to hold off from the inevitable conversation until it was necessary. "I'm surprised you haven't broken it off yourself in throes of anger." Teasing him was especially becoming a favorite hobby of Yukari's, and now that they knew they were siblings she felt like it was her obligation. At least now she could go back and forth between him and Suguru.
While they might look the same, their personalities couldn't be any more different, aside from the ego, at least. What was it about women and gossip? Or perhaps, small-talk, as others tended to call it. He was more the type to speak when necessity called for it, and even then they'd be lucky to get more than a few blunt words out of him, and probably a rude or scathing comment in the process.
He rolled his eyes when she began to speak again, changing the subject to his leg. He'd indulge her, for now. At least it took his mind off of the other things. "I'm supposed to have it on for at least 6 weeks, but damn it, I'm not waiting that long." His tone wasn't angry, more annoyed at the fact he had to wear this clunky thing for a month and a half. At the teasing comment he gave her a soft growl.
Smiling amusedly now, Yukari looked forward when the elevator doors opened. "You're adorable when you're upset." she murmured, pinching his cheek gently as she passed by. She turned back to face him, tilting her head. "At any rate, I seriously doubt the doctor would tell you to wear it for six weeks to torture you, Kanda." she sighed at her immaculate logic. "Besides, what will afew more weeks with it on do but help you heal, mm?"
She turned forward, and took just a few more long steps to the door. Opening it, Yukari held it out for Kanda. "Come on, then. I'm getting hungry, and it's blasphemy for beautiful women to starve."
"I am not!" Oh but he was, with a soft huff and an adorable little growl he pulled himself out of the elevator and towards the doors leading out of the building. Despite the fact he wouldn't admit it, he was hungry as well, but he had to stop when he reached the doors, cursing softly as he exited through the door Yukari was holding for him. He wasn't about to thank her either, despite the fact he would have had trouble opening it on his own. "Blasphemy? Hmph. Whatever."
"Yes, blasphemy," Yukari replied as she waited for him to pass through, then exited herself. She caught up with him without having to pick up her pace, and made her way to the car. Her chauffeur was standing there when they made their way to the curb, and opened the back door silently.
"Go ahead," she murmured to her brother, gesturing to the opened door. "Crippled people always get in first," she teased with an affectionate smile. "And I wouldn't want to be rude, now would I?"
He growled again at the cripple comment. "I am NOT crippled, damn it!" With a huff he shifted one crutch over to his other arm so that both were in one hand, and he sat sideways on the seat of the car, shifting his weight until he was facing forward. He didn't bother to move over. Yukari could get in the other side anyway.
Yukari let her chauffeur close the door and stepped around to the other side, slipping in gracefully and crossing her legs while she waited for her driver to close her door afterwards.
She smiled brightly, leaning over to Kanda and patting him on the head. "Now darling, don't forget to buckle up." she teased. This really was too much fun. "I don't want my little brother ignoring safety precautions~." Yukari pulled out her sunglasses, and put them on, leaning back into her seat. "Besides, you're injured enough as it is~."
With another soft growl he buckled his seatbelt. Was Yukari having fun playing the older sister? She sure seemed like she was. He wasn't used to having family, much less an older sister who was so... patronizing. "Drop it, would you? Tch. I hate the fact I can't fucking walk."
Yukari rested one elbow against the side door, looking over at him amusedly still. "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad about it, Kanda-chan. I'm just... you know, reminding you." she smiled innocently.
"Anyways, the restaurant isn't too far away, so maybe you'll be in a more talkative mood when we eat, mm?" Well, he'd have to be whether or not he wanted to be. Yukari couldn't talk around it for very much longer, and her conscience didn't want her to, either. She looked forward again, watching the passing cars. Hopefully, it wouldn't turn into a mess like the last time.
"Ka...Kanda-chan?!" His eyes widened and he was practically seething in his seat. No one, not even his sister, was allowed to use 'chan' on him. He was not a young girl, damnit! If he could tolerate anything, it might be 'kun', but he frowned at the very thought. JUst because she was suddenly family didn't give her reason to call him whatever she wanted!
He let out a soft growl, crossing his arms and turning his head toward the window, watching the scenery absently. If she thought he would be more talkative, she was wrong. And why should he be?
That was an interesting reaction. She didn't call him that to be condescending at all-- just to be playful. But if he would react like that all the time... Yukari smiled and leaned closer to him. "Would you rather I call you Ototo-chan? I'm very flexible~."
She smirked, moving back against her seat's cushion as the car pulled up to the restaurant. "Ne Chauffeur-san, I can let myself out. Help Kanda-chan, he's the immobile one." she smiled at her brother as the car went idle, and picked up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and getting out. Her chauffeur went around and opened the door for Kanda, silently standing there with a patient expression. "While we're young, darling, mm?"
"No. My name is Kanda, so call me Kanda, damn it!" Well, technically, if he thought about it, it was Hayasaka Yuu, but he'd been raised as Kanda Yuu, and that's how he would stay. No fucking with the legal system to change it, that was more trouble than it was worth, and he liked his current family name, despite the fact he hated the family that had gone along with it.
"I am not immobile!" He swung his weight around and shifted himself along the seat. The man helped anyway, having been ordered to do so by Yukari, but he just scoffed and handed the man his crutches after he'd opened the door. In any other situation (and had it been anyone else), the help might have been appreciated.
"Kanda is your surname," Yukari corrected him as he got out of the car. She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one side as she waited for him to get his crutches. "I would call you Yuu-chan, but... we can work up to that." It was annoying, at any rate. If she had to call him by his last name (that wasn't even technically his last name now), why did he get to call her Yukari? Shouldn't it have been the other way around?
Sighing, the model tapped her heel against the cement. "You're certainly going at the same speed as an immobile person, darling." She wasn't entirely sure why she was so eager to get inside. That meant the ever-daunting conversation would have to come... and she wasn't looking forward to it in the least.
He gave her a glare at the very thought of it. Lavi had called him that before, and in high school he'd ended up with a sword to the throat. Even now, given the fact he was with Lavi, he still didn't like it, but let it slide more easily considering who it was. "And Kanda is what I go by, damn it!"
He nearly grabbed his crutches from the chauffeur, probably scaring the man as he turned the glare on him, and settled them under his arms, making his way to the door of the restaurant. "Shut it already. Tch. Just get the damned door."
After giving her chauffeur an apologetic smile, Yukari followed after her brother, slipping around him to get the door. She held it out fpr him, and gestured for him to enter with a graceful hand. "I can't help if you're easily agitated, Kanda-chan," she replied, adding the -chan without even thinking on it. Apparently that was sticking for a while. "I, on the other hand, am not as easily provoked." she sighed amusedly. "I suppose you're just young, ne. Maybe you'll grow out of it."
She knew absolutely nothing about why he was this way, and he cursed softly. He supposed it would have to come out eventually, but not in public and certainly not today. "Don't call me that!" She wasn't listening, but he entered the restaurant anyway. It wasn't like any other situation where he could just turn on his heel and stalk away. If he could, he very well may have, but for some reason he didn't want to hurt her. Not again. Damn it, he was getting too sentimental now. He stopped just inside the restaurant, impatiently waiting for an employee to show them to a table.
Yukari stepped in after him, blinking curiously to herself. He looked like he was going to say something else, but maybe she was just being over-analytical again. After standing beside him, the owner of the restaurant came out instead of an employee. Yukari flashed him her usual dazzling-model smile, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek and exchanging the usual pleasantries. After a few seconds, the host ushered the both of them towards the back of the restaurant to one of the private rooms.
Thanking him with another smile, Yukari sat down on one of the cushions and smirked at her brother. "Sit down, Kanda-san. ...Do you want help?"
He glanced over at Yukari when he felt her eyes on him, but then a man came out to greet them, clearly a friend of Yukari's (or perhaps more, at some point, perhaps, he wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't voice the thought.) It seemed she knew many people in the city, and given her status as a well known and recognizable model, that wasn't much of a surprise. Friends in high places could be a good thing, but unlikely for someone like him, given the fact he was not polite and that facade of falseness pissed him off to no end. He was blunt and brutally honest about how he felt about others.
He followed Yukari and the host into the room, glad they were going to be alone for this little chat. Shaking his head, he managed to seat himself, with a bit of difficulty and a slight wince, but he was unable to sit in seiza with his leg in a cast, and he cursed softly. He settled, sitting with his legs curled to the side instead.
It was painful having to watch Kanda move on his own. Yukari squirmed just slightly in her seat as her eyes followed him-- hopefully unnoticed. "If I talk to the Owner, I'm sure we can get a table with chairs, Kanda-san." Her worried expression softened slightly, still waiting for a response.
"...Would that be better?" Undoubtedly the owner wouldn't deny her whatever she wanted. Being pretty had its perks, and if Kanda's personality wasn't so brutally blunt, he could probably manipulate women and men into doing his bidding as she did. Ah,.. the things she could have taught him. If only. Besides, it wasn't like Yukari had to sleep with the man-- he didn't make enough money. And while he had a gentleman's air about him, he wasn't all that attractive. Not to say that insinuating teasings didn't occur, but Kanda didn't need to know about that part.
He shook his head, seating himself comfortably on the cushion after a few moments and a few soft curses. "I'm fine." Stubborn to a fault, and he wasn't in the mood to get up now that he was sitting. That would just be more difficult. He had no doubt Yukari could get pretty much anything she wanted with nothing but a bat of her long lashes. That wasn't going to work on him, though. "Let's just order already." Of course, he already knew what he wanted, even without looking at the menu.
Just as he said that, an employee came into the room, smiling politely as she set the tray of tea onto the table and served them. After she finished, she looked to Yukari, asking what she wanted to eat.
"Mn, sushi I suppose," Yukari murmured to the woman, not entirely in the mood for anything extravagent-- and she was used to the way the restaurant prepared it. Amber eyes flickered up to meet blue. "And what are you having, darling?" Soba, she assumed, but it was always good to double-check.
Kanda opened the menu, scanning it quickly just to see what they had when it came to soba, and smirked as he picked up his tea, letting Yukari order first. After a swift glance he had decided. "Tempura, no zucchini or eggplant, and Kitsune soba." He closed the menu quickly, taking another sip of tea as the waitress picked up their menus and left the room again.
Yukari watched the employee leave, before lowering her gaze down to her fidgeting fingers. She extended out one of her hands to lift her cup and take a sip of tea slowly, then carefully placed it back down. "I... ah, spoke to m-- our Father acouple days ago." her fingers re-laced together and rested against the wood. "He was reluctant at first, but... he explained everything. He works in a different city, you see-- and usually... well, he's never home." her gaze lowered, annoyed that her usual graced speech was slow and nervous. "Roughly before you were born, he met your mother and,... well, obviously had an affair, without anyone being aware of it in our family." Tell him something he doesn't know, Yukari, the model swore under her breath and looked towards the door for no apparent reason except to avoid his gaze.
"Father didn't know you were conceived until years later." She wasn't defending him, really. He was almost as much of a stranger to Yukari as he was to Kanda. "But he knew you existed, far before you knew he did." she mustered enough courage to meet her brother's eyes. "I'm sorry he didn't take care of you, Kanda-san. I'm sorry... he abandoned you." her voice was small and slightly quavering. She hated being this helpless and weak. But maybe... that just how Kanda felt when he was younger.
Kanda looked back to Yukari as she lowered her voice, knowing he probably wouldn't like what she was about to say, given the sudden hushed tone. It didn't help that she was fidgeting and keeping her eyes off him, either. As soon as she mentioned their father he frowned, but continued to listen without interrupting. Part of him wanted to hear this, yet part of him knew exactly what she was going to say, and that small part of him was right. So, his real father worked in another city, was rarely home, and didn't tell anyone about his affair. Hmph. How typical. So that was why Yukari didn't know. It made perfect sense. His frown deepened as he continued to listen.
So, despite not knowing about the child, he had found out? Had his mother been the one to tell him? Ugh, he didn't want to think of her right now. His father had known about him, and yet he'd never bothered to look for him. Not once. First his mother, and now his real father. Both of them had abandoned him, left him to fend for himself with his stupid alcoholic of a father, who he had believed really was his father until he was seven and received a horrible beating. That had been when the truth had come out. He'd been covered in bruises and blood, and crawled into his bed to cry. Eleven years ago now, but somehow it still felt like yesterday.
"He abandoned me..." He simply echoed her, his voice weak, and then his gaze hardened once more, and he looked up, meeting Yukari's eyes with an icy glare, though it wasn't directed at her. "Well fuck him, I don't need him anyway."
"You don't need him." Yukari replied, her calm gaze intently on Kanda's still. "He's a useless man, as far as I'm concerned." He wasn't there when Yukari needed him-- surely, it would be no use to rely on him at all. "But I'm not about to make the same mistake as he did." She blinked once, twice, making sure the impulse to cry was pushed away. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
"I won't abandon you, Kanda-san. Even,.." she paused to take in a calming breath. "Even if you don't want me to, I'll be there for you." He was an adult now, but... he was still young. Yukari wanted to make up for all those missed years that she didn't know about, and her Father just blatantly ignored. Despite only knowing Kanda for a short period of time, Yukari loved him, and wanted to protect him. He was her brother, afterall. And while he wasn't anything like she was, or their other brother, she adored him to death. The impulse to want to give him the world was hard to fight back, even to a man who probably didn't want it.
Useless? Did that mean he hadn't even been there for his own children? It certainly seemed that way, especially when Yukari blinked, clearly holding tears back. If he couldn't even be there for his own kids, he was an asshole, and certainly unworthy as a parent. He honestly had no idea why idiots like that had children in the first place. He looked down at his tea, picking it up to take a small sip.
As soon as she spoke again he looked up, eyes fixed on her. She wouldn't abandon him? He'd have to wait and see if she fullfilled that promise, as he was more wary by nature than trusting of anyone. She really did seem genuine, and a small part of him really wanted to believe that he had real family that cared for him, besides Lavi, who had become almost like family over the past several months. He wasn't the type to hug, so he remained where he was, giving her a small smirk, which was the closest thing she would probably get to a smile.
Taken off guard by his small smirk (which she quickly translated into a Kanda-branded smile), Yukari sat back a little. "Y-...You know, Kanda-chan, you should smile more." she muttered, then reaching out to take another sip from her cup. The model refused to admit she was blushing, but the red tint on her cheeks obviously wasn't make-up.
The door slid open, and the same employee as before came in, setting their trays of food down along with their utensils. Yukari smiled at her as she bowed and exited quietly again. Thankful now for the distraction, she picked up her chopsticks, smiling at Kanda and prayed that damn ridiculous blush was gone. "Well the worst part is over now, ne?" And while he hadn't said anything to her before, she felt better. Kanda definitely hadn't denied her-- which Yukari learned was a clear good sign from him. He'd give her a chance it seemed, and the Model was damned determined to prove herself to him.
He didn't miss the blush on her cheeks, but declined to comment on it, though his smirk widened a tiny bit. As the waitress entered again he glanced up, and once she had placed the food down picked up his chopsticks and cracked them apart. A soft muttered 'itadakimasu' could be heard from his side of the table, and he picked up a piece of tempura shrimp, dipping the head into the sauce carefully, then taking a rather large bite. Yukari would have to prove herself, most definitely, but there was some voice inside his head that told him she would try her damnedest to do so. She seemed about as stubborn as he was, after all. "I don't smile for anyone." Though in his mind he added 'except Lavi' as an afterthought. It was true.
"Ah, are you saying you lack the function?" Yukari asked amusedly. "That would certainly make sense why you scowl all the time, mm?" the Model was quickly finding that teasing Kanda calmed her down substantially. A smug smile lit her lips as she watched him take a large bite from his food. One of her eyebrows raised, and Yukari couldn't help but think of Vincent. Table manners without the etiquette, she mused, taking a small bite of sushi and placing it down again.
After she chewed and swallowed, she glanced back up at Kanda. "Ne...Does Lavi-san know?"
Kanda smirked again as he chewed his shrimp. At least he had the decency to keep his mouth closed while chewing. He swallowed and then spoke again. "Scowling works just fine for me." He refused to take the bait, but if she kept at it he knew he'd end up being teased eventually. If she proved herself, maybe he would tell her about his past. Maybe. She would be the second person to know, after Lavi. He took another few bites and placed the tail on the side of his plate, shaking his head at her question. Lavi knew about his past, but not about this. At least, he didn't know just yet. That was the next obstacle.
"Certainly seems that way." Yukari answered absently, before taking a small bite of rice. It didn't matter really. Whatever he was most comfortable with doing, Yukari was content with, too. ... At least for the time being. Kanda actually smiling was kind of creepy, now that she thought about it. She blinked as he shook his head to her other question, snapping out of her thoughts. Well that made two of them.
"I see. I haven't told Vincent yet, either." she said, smiling a little bitterly at herself. "I don't think he'll ah,.. take it very well." She didn't blame him, Vincent and Kanda just... didn't get along. If they did, she wouldn't be as nervous telling him about it. "I don't think I will until we return from London." Hopefully the short vacation would patch up their relationship and she wouldn't be as wary about spilling her guts out to the Turk. Sighing inwardly, the Model finished the half-eaten peice of sushi, and then fell silent.
He chewed and swallowed again, resisting a soft snort when she mentioned Vincent. "He's going to flip the fuck out." He could just see it now, Yukari making him sit down so they can talk, and the conversation would be awkward, and then when she finally told him his head would explode. Either that or he would look like a deer in headlights and then utter any profanity he could think of. He wasn't sure which scenario he liked more. Both made him snort in amusement. As she fell silent, he finished his tempura and started on his soba, slurping the noodles rather loudly. He wasn't sure if Yukari would scold him for that, but he didn't particularly care.
Sighing again, Yukari rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the comfort," she replied sarcastically, eyeing another peice of sushi and picking it up. That probably wasn't far from the truth, though. She'd probably have to hide for a few minutes and let him shout all the profanities in his vocabulary until he was calm enough to talk to. That was going to really suck.
Yukari remained quiet until Kanda began slurping loudly, and her gaze flickered upward. She raised an eyebrow, refraining from giving him a disgusted look. "... Ever heard of eating quietly, Kanda-chan?" she inquired dryly. She knew he'd reply with a "I don't give a damn about manners," or something rather Kanda-like, but it was still annoying.
Looking up from his noodles, he paused, then slurped up the few noodles remaining on his chopsticks, rolling his eyes. "This is how you eat soba, or any other fucking noodle for that matter. Deal with it." He paused again, eye twitching at the nickname. "And don't call me chan, damn it!" With a soft growl he slurped up more noodles, not bothering to make the effort to silence himself.
"Deal with it?" Yukari repeated with a suddenly stiffened smile. Her eyebrow twitched, and it was obvious she wasn't accustomed to being talked to that way. "My darling brother, I need to remind you I do not deal nor compromise with such silly things. You eat like a five-year old. Not to mention behave like one." she smiled angelically. "But I love you, so I supppose I'll let it go." For now.
Ignoring his other shouts, Yukari took one last bite of her sushi then pushed the rest away. Two peices wasn't so bad of a meal, not to mention the rice she ate along with it. She was proud of herself, but felt bad for leaving so much behind. Usually Vincent finished off what she didn't eat, but... he wasn't there of course.
Kanda twitched as her smile stiffened, and again when she said he ate like a five year old. "I do not! How would you eat soba, oh sister dearest?" His tone was horribly sarcastic, and he picked up his spoon to drink the broth. At least that was quieter. "Damn right, you'll let it go." He eyed her plate when she pushed it away. Two pieces of sushi was hardly a meal, but maybe she just wasn't hungry. Whatever.
Muttering something about shoving chopsticks up his nose, Yukari looked away, glaring at the wall. After a few moments, her elbow propped up onto the wood, and she rested her chin on her palm as she watched him spoon up the broth. "I am a refined lady, afterall." she answered after a few moments of quiet to lower her blood-pressure. "I eat with grace and perfection, like with everything else I do." How many times was she going to have to tell him that, anyways? Wasn't it obvious? Yukari began tapping acouple of her acrylic nails against the table. It wasn't like she was in a rush for him to finish, she was just annoyed with him.
He smirked at her annoyed reaction. Though she said she ate with grace and perfection, it was hard to eat noodles with chopsticks and maintain any sort of grace. He held up the bowl to hide his smirk. Oh, if she was going to tease him, he was going to tease her right back. It seemed he could push her buttons just as easily as she could press his. "Grace and perfection, hm? Sure."
An eyebrow raised. "... Are you questioning that, Kanda-chan?" she inquired threateningly. So maybe her ego was a little far-fetched. But being a supermodel meant you had to be confident in yourself-- and really, the ego just developed over time with it. Not much could dampen it, except for Vincent. Yukari shook that memory away. Damn him. And maybe Kanda, it seemed. He got under her skin much quicker than anyone else had-- even before they realized they were siblings. Maybe it was a sixth-sense, or maybe she longed for his approval. Either way, it was rather silly.
Lowering the bowl he smirked again. "Maybe, maybe not. AND DON'T CALL ME CHAN! Tch." He growled softly. Was she ever going to get that through her head? Probably not. She seemed to be just as thick as he was, just as stubborn and her ego was just as bad as his, though he didn't need to be a supermodel to have it, he just seemed to have an air of arrogance naturally. Oh, they made quite the pair, alright.
Yukari's expression softened when Kanda began shouting in return. She felt a small tingle of satisfaction at that. "I'm afraid I can't make that sacrifice for you unless you whole-heartedly agree to my dazzling perfection." And there was probably no way in Hell Kanda would tell her that. Curving her lips upwards, the Model tilted her head slightly to the side. "So sorry, dearest Kanda-chan."
"Sacrifice?! Like Hell it's a sacrifice. And not a chance!" He scoffed and put the bowl down, slurping up the last little bit of soba in the bowl, then picked up his tea and took a drink, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Ugh, it's cold." He eyed the remaining pieces of sushi on her plate again and quirked a brow. "Are you going to eat that?" The waitress returned a moment later, refilling their tea and asking if they wanted anything else. He simply shook his head and she turned her attention to Yukari.
It was becoming exceedingly easy to block Kanda's voice out of her mind and think of far more pleasant things, like when Vincent would be coming home from work and what they'd do that night. Maybe he'd even get home a little early and they could do something special, like watch a movie. Yukari was smiling dreamily and staring out into space when she heard the door open and close. She glanced over at the woman, and smiled faintly. "I'm fine, thank you." she replied, watching her smile and bow politely before leaving.
Turning her gaze back to Kanda, she realized he asked her something, and furrowed her brows to struggle to remember. Her gaze lowered down to the tray of sushi, and a lightbulb went off in her mind. "Ah,.. no," she answered, gently pushing it towards him. "I have a figure to keep." And her stomach was ridiculously small from it. "You can have the rest if you'd like." Her expression was a little hopeful, maybe he could vaccuum it up like Vincent would.
Was she blocking him out? He growled softly and picked up his tea again, tapping his finger on the table while he waited rather impatiently for her to come out of Lala land, or more accurately, probably "Vincent land", and answer him. When she finally did he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Being such a picky eater, and full from what he'd eaten already, he decided he'd bring it home for Lavi instead, if Yukari wasn't going to eat it. "I'll bring it home." She could probably pick up that he was going to give it to Lavi, but he didn't specify for sure. It was still rather cute though.
Perking at that, Yukari smiled. "That's just as good." Hopefully he'd let Lavi have some of it, if not all. He was such a cute boy, it was weird to think of them as a couple. Lavi was outgoing, sweet and lovable, and Kanda... wasn't. At least not to an acquantaince, but the Model knew Lavi probably got under Kanda's skin more than anyone and obviously got him to be at least a little affectionate. That thought was more adorable than anything.
Her smile widened as their waitress popped back in. "May we have a box to wrap the rest of this up?" Yukari asked the woman, who nodded and disappeared again. "By the way, while I'm in London, I'll need to buy you a souvenier." It wasn't a question of if, it was just a question of what. "Is there something you'd like, or should I get creative again?" Picking out a birthday gift was difficult enough. He was so damn particular.
Kanda simply sat there, drinking his tea as the waitress returned, taking the plate of sushi to box up. It seemed Yukari hadn't picked up on the fact he was taking it for Lavi, and he was somewhat relieved, though he dared not show it. At the mention of London, his old home, he blinked up at Yukari. "A souvenir? Don't bother. I don't need one." A typical answer, certainly, though he knew she wasn't going to settle for that. As he sipped his tea again he thought of something she might get him, just to give her an answer and get her off his back.
Yukari gave him a clearly annoyed look. "I am bothering, so cough up an idea before I buy you a dress and make you wear it." She was certain from the birthday party, that Lavi would be more than willing to help her with that. It was a good source of ammunition.
Tapping her nail irritably against the wood again, Yukari waited for him to suggest something. Kamisama knew she'd be spending a ridiculous amount of money on Vincent (probably against his will, too) and a few things for her friends. But she wanted to spoil Kanda too, damnit. Why did he have to be so difficult about it?
He'd never had people want to give him things before ... things happened with Lavi. Since then, more people had wanted to give him gifts. He didn't understand it. None of his birthdays before this one had anyone ever given him anything. His stupid drunk of a father (or, so called father, since it was the only father he knew and probably would ever know, and that only made him growl softly) had never had the inclination to get him a gift on his birthday or on Christmas, the asshole always spent all his money on cigarettes and booze. His grandparents weren't much better.
Gift giving had changed with Lavi. After he'd gotten Lavi the ring for Christmas (and then realizing the meaning once he had bought it, and promptly cursed at himself, but it had been Christmas Eve and he couldn't think of anything else besides the scarf), Lavi had gotten him a ring on Valentine's Day. That had been a surprise, and he unconsciously brought his hand up to toy with the ring on his finger. He'd nearly had a heart attack when he'd opened the ESP. He had not been expecting anything that extravagant. He really didn't know what to say, simply because he was so used to getting things for himself that he just never thought about it.
Wait. He'd gotten his two current trenchcoats in London, and from what he knew, there was a new one out on that same label. Yukari was a fashion model, she would know where to get it, and he could simply give her the size. It wasn't like he'd grown much since he'd been in London, either. He smirked and glanced at Yukari. "Have you heard of the clothing label called 'Exorcist'? If you're so intent on getting me something, get me the military trenchcoat they just released."
Yukari jolted her head back from her palm slightly, surprised he actually thought of something. It took him damn long enough to think of something. Geeze. ... Wait, did she hear him right? Yukari tilted her head at her brother. "What model in her right mind wouldn't?" Not that she wore any clothing from there, but it was rather popular. "Give me your size, and I'll get it for you." the Model couldn't hold back a smile. "Ne Kanda-chan, I didn't know you were intune with fashion, I'm so proud~!"
He smirked, knowing she would have known the line. This particular coat was a special line though, but he loved his coats so much that he wore them practically everywhere. Now it was too hot, but once it cooled off he'd pull them out of the closet again. "I'm not. I just like trench coats." That had certainly piqued her interest. She could also help him with his rather bland fashion sense, given that he habitually wore black pants and white button down shirts. "38."
Pulling out her cellphone and sliding out the keyboard, Yukari quickly typed in a personal note to remind herself to buy him the coat, and typed in his size. Sliding it shut, shei put it back into her purse just as the waitress returned with the sushi tied neatly in a black box with a red ribbon. Yukari thanked her, taking the bill for the food. She sure as hell wouldn't let Kanda see it.
Glancing down at the price, Yukari couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Apparently the owner had given them a discount, but... She turned the paper over, mortified to see a less-than-subtle note written to her, with his phone number at the bottom. "Please," she muttered lowly to herself. "The day I sleep with you is the day you own several skyscrapers." Pulling out her purse, the Model placed the money into the small booklet, and handed it back to the waitress who bowed and thanked them before leaving the room. Yukari's returned smile was clearly less genuine than it had been before, but hopefully neither of them noticed that.
Kanda finished off his tea as the waitress returned with the packaged sushi, placing the empty cup down on the table as he waited for Yukari to finish typing whatever it was into her cell. A message about the trench and his size, probably. He couldn't help but quirk his own eyebrow when Yukari raised hers. He knew this place had to be expensive, given the decor and service. He'd passed by here several times, knowing it was not something his poor wallet could afford, and frowned at the prices. If anything, the food was as good as it was at the place he and Lavi had eaten the other day, and that was a fraction of the price. Maybe it was the high class aura that attracted people to restaurants like this, but he couldn't care less. Yukari could definitely afford such a fancy establishment, he was sure.
He decided instead, to busy himself with getting up while she paid for the meal. He was rather glad he had asked to take out the leftover sushi if it was going to cost a lot to eat here. It seemed like a waste, really. He'd finished off everything, even drained the broth from the soba bowl and there might have been a small amount of tempura sauce left in the tiny bowl. He tended to use a lot. He missed the muttering as he shifted his legs, but after a few tries he cursed softly, unable to get up by himself.
Yukari already rose to her feet and was slipping back on her heels when she noticed Kanda having trouble getting up. Well... now she felt like a bitch for teasing him and calling him immobile. Forgetting completely about the annoying note shoved in her purse, the Model moved around to him. Without asking or giving any warning, she took one of his hands. "Count to three, and I'll pull you up," she ordered more than suggested, though her voice was soft, and her expression was determined.
Kanda frowned, trying once again to get up and failing miserably. It would be fine if he could just get onto his knees, but that made his leg hurt, and he couldn't just get up the way he normally would, either. "I don't think that's going to work." Yukari would probably insist on helping, so to keep her quiet he'd have to just go along with it. He got back into a sitting position and counted under his breath. "One, two, three."
At the count of three, Yukari pulled with even a strength she wasn't aware she had, and stood Kanda to his feet. If her model instincts hadn't kicked in just then, Yukari would have fallen backwards from the sudden force. But instead, she tottered forward, her arms involuntarily wrapping around him so they both would stay in place. After a few dumbfounded moments passed, Yukari opened her eyes. She realized her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and somehow they had succeeded in pulling him up. Swallowing a bit hard, the Model noticed she was frozen, and her feet were refusing to move. "I should,.. ah,.. get your crutches then, ne."
But wasn't this position familiar? Hadn't she practically thrown herself on him in a weeping mess in his bedroom just a handful of days before? But this time she hadn't meant to do it-- and she at least wasn't crying like an idiot. But that same heavy feeling in her chest was back, and maybe it was exactly what had her petrified in place.
Despite the thought that it wasn't going to work, somehow it miraculously did work, and he was surprised by the sheer amount of strength she exerted in trying to help him up. As soon as he was standing, he felt Yukari lose her balance, but she didn't fall. Probably something to do with model training or something, since a faceplant on the runway was probably not something anyone wanted to happen to them. He had very good balance usually, given the fact he practiced kendo daily, but with his broken leg that balance had been thrown off. He did manage to brace his hand against the wall, just in case.
He felt her fall against him, and when he opened his eyes again she was holding him in a tight hug, and he could feel her cheek on his shoulder. He sighed inwardly, feeling the familiarity, but didn't put two and two together right away. When she spoke, he sighed again, this time audibly, with a bit of irritation in his voice. It could have been worse, they both could have fallen over. "Yes, get my crutches and get off." She hadn't moved, despite saying she was going to.
Being oddly obedient, Yukari slowly pulled away from him, moving to silently get his crutches. She handed them out to him, then picked her purse up again, slinging it over her shoulders. "Let's go then," she said softly, sliding the door open and leaving it that way as she exited.
It didn't hurt as much this time around. Kanda wasn't the affectionate type, and expecting it out of him would have been childish of her. That stung a little, but she refused to react over it. And certainly, she wasn't going to let him see the expression on her face until she could will it away completely. Yukari stopped when she reached the entrance of the restaurant then waited there silently for him to catch up, while ignoring the stares she recieved from customers.
It wasn't as though he was acting differently than he normally did, but for some reason he felt just a tiny pang of guilt for it. She was his sister, well, half-sister, but someone he'd never known had existed until he'd landed himself in the hospital. Why did he have that tiny amount of guilt for her, but not for his own lover? (Well, he guessed he did, on occasion, but he usually ignored it). He wasn't the type to apologize, so he simply took the crutches and hopped to the table to bend down and get the leftover sushi, putting his finger through the ribbon as he held onto his crutch again, making his way out to where Yukari was waiting.
It didn't take much for him to notice the stares people were giving her, and he suddenly felt a little protective pang and glared back at each and every one of them. They got the message very quickly and continued with whatever they had been doing beforehand. "Tch. Some people just can't keep their fucking eyes to themselves."
Yukari glanced over when Kanda made his way over, her eyes widening as he blatantly glared at customers. Some just looked away on cue, and others seemingly looked away fearfully. Either way,.. it felt like Kanda was being protective of her. Smiling faintly at that, the Model opened the door for him.
"That's what I get for having my face plastered on every other advertisement." she replied sheepishly, though she said it more so the happy grin that was threatening to rise on her lips didn't appear quite as much. Usually when people stared, Vincent would give them odd looks or cross his eyes like a doofus and make the situation worse than it was. Surely in London it wouldn't be any better,.. If only Vincent was as instantly frightening enough to pull of what Kanda just did. I strongly doubt it, she thought, sighing inwardly.
Kanda made his way back out of the restaurant, smirking now. He wasn't losing his touch, that was for sure. He couldn't hold back the soft snort at Yukari's words, and made his way towards the waiting car. He wondered how she could possibly stand to be so easily recognized. Knowing the way he was going, if he was in a band that did well at all, he would end up being easily recognized as well, but he knew he could glare at anyone and have them out of his way quickly. She didn't seem to mind the attention, though.
Yukari pulled out her sunglasses from her purse and put them on as she followed Kanda back to the car. She smiled faintly at her chauffeur who visibly stiffened when Kanda got near. He opened the back seat door for him again, and Yukari decided she'd go around and let herself into the other seat without making the poor man wait on her too.
Setting down her purse, the Model crossed her legs and waited for her brother to join her. All in all... it wasn't such a bad time. The dreaded talk turned out well, and Kanda behaved,... considering the circumstances. If she got her way, maybe she could take him out again-- and Lavi, too. Yukari smiled to herself, glancing at her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She'd like that more than anything.
He smirked as the poor man stiffened, though he still opened the door, as was his job to do so, and he sat in the car, shifting his weight around again so he was sitting forward, and held the crutches and sushi in his lap. He was still pushing the thought of family out of his mind, but at least now he knew someone did care for him. It made him feel better about it, at least somewhat. He'd still probably want to break things by the time he got home, but he would behave. For now.
The Model smiled at her brother as he settled down beside her, and the car door shut after him. She wanted to thank him, and tell him she felt so much better now that they had discussed over things. But... that was a kind of awkward. Instead, Yukari reached her hand over and gave his a very light squeeze, before returning it back to her lap and resting it there. Her gaze moved to look out the window, her smile widened a little more. I'll prove myself, Kanda. Just you wait and see.
Location: Kanda's apartment, then to a very high-class Japanese restaurant.
Date/time: [BACKDATED, lullz] June 10th, noonish.
Rating: K for Kanda PG-13 for language.
Summary: Yukari takes Kanda out for lunch to discuss over sibling issues. ... And feed him, obviously.
Yukari is purple , Kanda is black.
Yukari's chauffeur pulled up to the curb of Kanda's and Lavi's apartment complex, and remained idle as she got out of the car. She took long, confident model strides inside, to the elevator, pushed the up button, then let her arms loosely cross while she waited.
And yet, while she seemed so perfect calm on the inside, the woman was fighting back nervousness and inevitable chaos in her mind. She worried that she'd say something wrong to her brother, or she'd get so frustrated she'd wind up letting her temper take over. And it was already a known fact their tempers didn't go together very... harmoniously. Yukari's painted lips frowned slightly as she stepped in, and pressed the button to his floor. I won't make that mistake this time, she thought, standing up straight a little more.
The elevator doors opened, and the model wasted no time in making her way down the hallway. She stopped at his apartment door, and after a second's hesitation, she knocked on the door.
Kanda had been up for an hour now, given the fact he couldn't move around easily, it took him much longer to get ready than it usually would have. He'd since figured out a way to bathe himself without wetting his cast, thankful of the detachable shower head. Having to rely on people for bathing really did not sit well with him, especially given the fact he got at least two showers a day, if not three or even four on occasion.
By the time he was dressed and ready to go, he heard the knock at the door. Undoubtedly that was Yukari, and he sighed as he finished tying the ribbon in his hair. Lavi was still asleep, and no doubt he would be until he got home. He picked up his crutches and made his way over to the door, opening it to let her in while he sat down to put his shoes on.
Yukari put on a wide smile when the door opened, but blinked when he didn't greet her, just moved and sat down. Well, Kanda wasn't exactly the "Hello! How are you?" type, was he? Stepping inside, Yukari closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "Ne, Kanda-san, you clean up so well," she teased him cutely with another smile.
Her arms slowly crossed again, and one of her long acrylic nails flicked idly at a peice of lint on her dress' short sleeve. "I got us reservations at a Japanese restaurant," She didn't comment on how high-class and expensive it was, but it wasn't like Kanda needed to know that. "I think you'll like it. It's so ornate and peaceful there,.." she added thoughtfully, one of her fingers tapping her chin as she watched him pull on his shoes.
He simply rolled his eyes at her comment and pulled on his other shoe. Did she honestly expect him to greet her with a happy attitude and a smile. Ha. Not a chance in Hell. Of course he cleaned up well, in fact he made it a point to keep himself looking as immaculate as physically possible at all times. (Well, maybe not at all times, but when he was out of bed, most definitely). He did have that arrogance to him, he knew for a fact he was beautiful. He stood up, weight on one foot, and smirked as he picked up his crutches again.
At the mention of a Japanese restaurant his smirk widened. She knew him better than he thought, either that or she had made a very good guess. "As long as they have soba, I don't give a damn where we go." He pulled his key out of his pocket and held on to it while he pushed his way past her, resting his weight on the crutches as he waited for her to exit the apartment before he could lock it up.
Yukari wouldn't deny her brother was beautiful, because really-- they looked far too much alike. And Yukari was well aware she was just as stunning. She sighed inwardly at that fact. Eye color aside, they did look rather similar from even a first glance. It didn't help Kanda kept his hair long and nearly styled it just the same as she did.
"Soba, mm?" Yukari repeated absently as she stepped outside of the apartment. She silently memorized that fact, pleased that she had hit a good mark on his tastes without even realizing it. "I'm sure you won't be disappointed then, darling." she said with another smile, but paused. Her eyes lowered to her brightly colored heels, and hesitated. "Kanda-san,.. thank you for agreeing to come with me." her eyes slowly moved back onto him. "I know I haven't been behaving... maturely, as of late."
Kanda locked up the apartment as she stepped out and made his way down the hall ahead of her, having mastered his crutches quickly. He wasn't nearly as fast as he was had his leg been healed, then his stride was wide and fast. Now, however, she could easily catch up to him if she tried. He stopped in front of the elevator, hitting the button to call the car, looking up when she spoke. "Tch, whatever. How were you supposed to react to something like that?" He knew for a fact he hadn't reacted well at the initial news either, but she didn't need to know that.
Yukari didn't hasten her pace in following him, making it a habit to retain her model stride. 'The racing season is over,' her instructor used to always tell her when she began modeling. For some odd reason, that always stuck with Yukari, and she didn't think she had ever rushed herself since. She glanced up again when Kanda spoke to her, and a small smile tugged at her lips. He had an odd way of trying to comfort her, if that's what he was doing.
"Either way, it was rather childish of me." she said, glancing over as the elevator doors opened. "I didn't mean to tell you those things. I was just,.. you know, over-emotional." she raised an eyebrow at herself as she stepped inside first. Admiting to making human-mistakes was strange... nonetheless to Kanda of all people.
He refused to admit that he should have told her sooner. It was her fault for snooping in the first place, but now that she knew, there was no point in thinking about what should or shouldn't have happened. It was done, there was no going back. He boarded the small car after her, hopping on one foot to turn himself around. He probably looked silly, but he couldn't care less.
He had to admit, they did look very similar. Their hair, especially. Though Yukari's bangs were shorter, she looked like a female version of him, and that was a rather scary thought. Aside from gender, the only obvious difference was their eye colour. While his were a deep blue, hers were a vibrant amber.
Yukari shifted her weight to one hip as the lift descended, watching him a little annoyedly in the corner of her eye. He didn't talk very much, and when he did-- it was usually was blunt and to the point. Yukari on the other hand, was all for small-talk.
"When is your cast coming off, anyways?" she asked curiously, wanting to hold off from the inevitable conversation until it was necessary. "I'm surprised you haven't broken it off yourself in throes of anger." Teasing him was especially becoming a favorite hobby of Yukari's, and now that they knew they were siblings she felt like it was her obligation. At least now she could go back and forth between him and Suguru.
While they might look the same, their personalities couldn't be any more different, aside from the ego, at least. What was it about women and gossip? Or perhaps, small-talk, as others tended to call it. He was more the type to speak when necessity called for it, and even then they'd be lucky to get more than a few blunt words out of him, and probably a rude or scathing comment in the process.
He rolled his eyes when she began to speak again, changing the subject to his leg. He'd indulge her, for now. At least it took his mind off of the other things. "I'm supposed to have it on for at least 6 weeks, but damn it, I'm not waiting that long." His tone wasn't angry, more annoyed at the fact he had to wear this clunky thing for a month and a half. At the teasing comment he gave her a soft growl.
Smiling amusedly now, Yukari looked forward when the elevator doors opened. "You're adorable when you're upset." she murmured, pinching his cheek gently as she passed by. She turned back to face him, tilting her head. "At any rate, I seriously doubt the doctor would tell you to wear it for six weeks to torture you, Kanda." she sighed at her immaculate logic. "Besides, what will afew more weeks with it on do but help you heal, mm?"
She turned forward, and took just a few more long steps to the door. Opening it, Yukari held it out for Kanda. "Come on, then. I'm getting hungry, and it's blasphemy for beautiful women to starve."
"I am not!" Oh but he was, with a soft huff and an adorable little growl he pulled himself out of the elevator and towards the doors leading out of the building. Despite the fact he wouldn't admit it, he was hungry as well, but he had to stop when he reached the doors, cursing softly as he exited through the door Yukari was holding for him. He wasn't about to thank her either, despite the fact he would have had trouble opening it on his own. "Blasphemy? Hmph. Whatever."
"Yes, blasphemy," Yukari replied as she waited for him to pass through, then exited herself. She caught up with him without having to pick up her pace, and made her way to the car. Her chauffeur was standing there when they made their way to the curb, and opened the back door silently.
"Go ahead," she murmured to her brother, gesturing to the opened door. "Crippled people always get in first," she teased with an affectionate smile. "And I wouldn't want to be rude, now would I?"
He growled again at the cripple comment. "I am NOT crippled, damn it!" With a huff he shifted one crutch over to his other arm so that both were in one hand, and he sat sideways on the seat of the car, shifting his weight until he was facing forward. He didn't bother to move over. Yukari could get in the other side anyway.
Yukari let her chauffeur close the door and stepped around to the other side, slipping in gracefully and crossing her legs while she waited for her driver to close her door afterwards.
She smiled brightly, leaning over to Kanda and patting him on the head. "Now darling, don't forget to buckle up." she teased. This really was too much fun. "I don't want my little brother ignoring safety precautions~." Yukari pulled out her sunglasses, and put them on, leaning back into her seat. "Besides, you're injured enough as it is~."
With another soft growl he buckled his seatbelt. Was Yukari having fun playing the older sister? She sure seemed like she was. He wasn't used to having family, much less an older sister who was so... patronizing. "Drop it, would you? Tch. I hate the fact I can't fucking walk."
Yukari rested one elbow against the side door, looking over at him amusedly still. "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad about it, Kanda-chan. I'm just... you know, reminding you." she smiled innocently.
"Anyways, the restaurant isn't too far away, so maybe you'll be in a more talkative mood when we eat, mm?" Well, he'd have to be whether or not he wanted to be. Yukari couldn't talk around it for very much longer, and her conscience didn't want her to, either. She looked forward again, watching the passing cars. Hopefully, it wouldn't turn into a mess like the last time.
"Ka...Kanda-chan?!" His eyes widened and he was practically seething in his seat. No one, not even his sister, was allowed to use 'chan' on him. He was not a young girl, damnit! If he could tolerate anything, it might be 'kun', but he frowned at the very thought. JUst because she was suddenly family didn't give her reason to call him whatever she wanted!
He let out a soft growl, crossing his arms and turning his head toward the window, watching the scenery absently. If she thought he would be more talkative, she was wrong. And why should he be?
That was an interesting reaction. She didn't call him that to be condescending at all-- just to be playful. But if he would react like that all the time... Yukari smiled and leaned closer to him. "Would you rather I call you Ototo-chan? I'm very flexible~."
She smirked, moving back against her seat's cushion as the car pulled up to the restaurant. "Ne Chauffeur-san, I can let myself out. Help Kanda-chan, he's the immobile one." she smiled at her brother as the car went idle, and picked up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and getting out. Her chauffeur went around and opened the door for Kanda, silently standing there with a patient expression. "While we're young, darling, mm?"
"No. My name is Kanda, so call me Kanda, damn it!" Well, technically, if he thought about it, it was Hayasaka Yuu, but he'd been raised as Kanda Yuu, and that's how he would stay. No fucking with the legal system to change it, that was more trouble than it was worth, and he liked his current family name, despite the fact he hated the family that had gone along with it.
"I am not immobile!" He swung his weight around and shifted himself along the seat. The man helped anyway, having been ordered to do so by Yukari, but he just scoffed and handed the man his crutches after he'd opened the door. In any other situation (and had it been anyone else), the help might have been appreciated.
"Kanda is your surname," Yukari corrected him as he got out of the car. She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one side as she waited for him to get his crutches. "I would call you Yuu-chan, but... we can work up to that." It was annoying, at any rate. If she had to call him by his last name (that wasn't even technically his last name now), why did he get to call her Yukari? Shouldn't it have been the other way around?
Sighing, the model tapped her heel against the cement. "You're certainly going at the same speed as an immobile person, darling." She wasn't entirely sure why she was so eager to get inside. That meant the ever-daunting conversation would have to come... and she wasn't looking forward to it in the least.
He gave her a glare at the very thought of it. Lavi had called him that before, and in high school he'd ended up with a sword to the throat. Even now, given the fact he was with Lavi, he still didn't like it, but let it slide more easily considering who it was. "And Kanda is what I go by, damn it!"
He nearly grabbed his crutches from the chauffeur, probably scaring the man as he turned the glare on him, and settled them under his arms, making his way to the door of the restaurant. "Shut it already. Tch. Just get the damned door."
After giving her chauffeur an apologetic smile, Yukari followed after her brother, slipping around him to get the door. She held it out fpr him, and gestured for him to enter with a graceful hand. "I can't help if you're easily agitated, Kanda-chan," she replied, adding the -chan without even thinking on it. Apparently that was sticking for a while. "I, on the other hand, am not as easily provoked." she sighed amusedly. "I suppose you're just young, ne. Maybe you'll grow out of it."
She knew absolutely nothing about why he was this way, and he cursed softly. He supposed it would have to come out eventually, but not in public and certainly not today. "Don't call me that!" She wasn't listening, but he entered the restaurant anyway. It wasn't like any other situation where he could just turn on his heel and stalk away. If he could, he very well may have, but for some reason he didn't want to hurt her. Not again. Damn it, he was getting too sentimental now. He stopped just inside the restaurant, impatiently waiting for an employee to show them to a table.
Yukari stepped in after him, blinking curiously to herself. He looked like he was going to say something else, but maybe she was just being over-analytical again. After standing beside him, the owner of the restaurant came out instead of an employee. Yukari flashed him her usual dazzling-model smile, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek and exchanging the usual pleasantries. After a few seconds, the host ushered the both of them towards the back of the restaurant to one of the private rooms.
Thanking him with another smile, Yukari sat down on one of the cushions and smirked at her brother. "Sit down, Kanda-san. ...Do you want help?"
He glanced over at Yukari when he felt her eyes on him, but then a man came out to greet them, clearly a friend of Yukari's (or perhaps more, at some point, perhaps, he wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't voice the thought.) It seemed she knew many people in the city, and given her status as a well known and recognizable model, that wasn't much of a surprise. Friends in high places could be a good thing, but unlikely for someone like him, given the fact he was not polite and that facade of falseness pissed him off to no end. He was blunt and brutally honest about how he felt about others.
He followed Yukari and the host into the room, glad they were going to be alone for this little chat. Shaking his head, he managed to seat himself, with a bit of difficulty and a slight wince, but he was unable to sit in seiza with his leg in a cast, and he cursed softly. He settled, sitting with his legs curled to the side instead.
It was painful having to watch Kanda move on his own. Yukari squirmed just slightly in her seat as her eyes followed him-- hopefully unnoticed. "If I talk to the Owner, I'm sure we can get a table with chairs, Kanda-san." Her worried expression softened slightly, still waiting for a response.
"...Would that be better?" Undoubtedly the owner wouldn't deny her whatever she wanted. Being pretty had its perks, and if Kanda's personality wasn't so brutally blunt, he could probably manipulate women and men into doing his bidding as she did. Ah,.. the things she could have taught him. If only. Besides, it wasn't like Yukari had to sleep with the man-- he didn't make enough money. And while he had a gentleman's air about him, he wasn't all that attractive. Not to say that insinuating teasings didn't occur, but Kanda didn't need to know about that part.
He shook his head, seating himself comfortably on the cushion after a few moments and a few soft curses. "I'm fine." Stubborn to a fault, and he wasn't in the mood to get up now that he was sitting. That would just be more difficult. He had no doubt Yukari could get pretty much anything she wanted with nothing but a bat of her long lashes. That wasn't going to work on him, though. "Let's just order already." Of course, he already knew what he wanted, even without looking at the menu.
Just as he said that, an employee came into the room, smiling politely as she set the tray of tea onto the table and served them. After she finished, she looked to Yukari, asking what she wanted to eat.
"Mn, sushi I suppose," Yukari murmured to the woman, not entirely in the mood for anything extravagent-- and she was used to the way the restaurant prepared it. Amber eyes flickered up to meet blue. "And what are you having, darling?" Soba, she assumed, but it was always good to double-check.
Kanda opened the menu, scanning it quickly just to see what they had when it came to soba, and smirked as he picked up his tea, letting Yukari order first. After a swift glance he had decided. "Tempura, no zucchini or eggplant, and Kitsune soba." He closed the menu quickly, taking another sip of tea as the waitress picked up their menus and left the room again.
Yukari watched the employee leave, before lowering her gaze down to her fidgeting fingers. She extended out one of her hands to lift her cup and take a sip of tea slowly, then carefully placed it back down. "I... ah, spoke to m-- our Father acouple days ago." her fingers re-laced together and rested against the wood. "He was reluctant at first, but... he explained everything. He works in a different city, you see-- and usually... well, he's never home." her gaze lowered, annoyed that her usual graced speech was slow and nervous. "Roughly before you were born, he met your mother and,... well, obviously had an affair, without anyone being aware of it in our family." Tell him something he doesn't know, Yukari, the model swore under her breath and looked towards the door for no apparent reason except to avoid his gaze.
"Father didn't know you were conceived until years later." She wasn't defending him, really. He was almost as much of a stranger to Yukari as he was to Kanda. "But he knew you existed, far before you knew he did." she mustered enough courage to meet her brother's eyes. "I'm sorry he didn't take care of you, Kanda-san. I'm sorry... he abandoned you." her voice was small and slightly quavering. She hated being this helpless and weak. But maybe... that just how Kanda felt when he was younger.
Kanda looked back to Yukari as she lowered her voice, knowing he probably wouldn't like what she was about to say, given the sudden hushed tone. It didn't help that she was fidgeting and keeping her eyes off him, either. As soon as she mentioned their father he frowned, but continued to listen without interrupting. Part of him wanted to hear this, yet part of him knew exactly what she was going to say, and that small part of him was right. So, his real father worked in another city, was rarely home, and didn't tell anyone about his affair. Hmph. How typical. So that was why Yukari didn't know. It made perfect sense. His frown deepened as he continued to listen.
So, despite not knowing about the child, he had found out? Had his mother been the one to tell him? Ugh, he didn't want to think of her right now. His father had known about him, and yet he'd never bothered to look for him. Not once. First his mother, and now his real father. Both of them had abandoned him, left him to fend for himself with his stupid alcoholic of a father, who he had believed really was his father until he was seven and received a horrible beating. That had been when the truth had come out. He'd been covered in bruises and blood, and crawled into his bed to cry. Eleven years ago now, but somehow it still felt like yesterday.
"He abandoned me..." He simply echoed her, his voice weak, and then his gaze hardened once more, and he looked up, meeting Yukari's eyes with an icy glare, though it wasn't directed at her. "Well fuck him, I don't need him anyway."
"You don't need him." Yukari replied, her calm gaze intently on Kanda's still. "He's a useless man, as far as I'm concerned." He wasn't there when Yukari needed him-- surely, it would be no use to rely on him at all. "But I'm not about to make the same mistake as he did." She blinked once, twice, making sure the impulse to cry was pushed away. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
"I won't abandon you, Kanda-san. Even,.." she paused to take in a calming breath. "Even if you don't want me to, I'll be there for you." He was an adult now, but... he was still young. Yukari wanted to make up for all those missed years that she didn't know about, and her Father just blatantly ignored. Despite only knowing Kanda for a short period of time, Yukari loved him, and wanted to protect him. He was her brother, afterall. And while he wasn't anything like she was, or their other brother, she adored him to death. The impulse to want to give him the world was hard to fight back, even to a man who probably didn't want it.
Useless? Did that mean he hadn't even been there for his own children? It certainly seemed that way, especially when Yukari blinked, clearly holding tears back. If he couldn't even be there for his own kids, he was an asshole, and certainly unworthy as a parent. He honestly had no idea why idiots like that had children in the first place. He looked down at his tea, picking it up to take a small sip.
As soon as she spoke again he looked up, eyes fixed on her. She wouldn't abandon him? He'd have to wait and see if she fullfilled that promise, as he was more wary by nature than trusting of anyone. She really did seem genuine, and a small part of him really wanted to believe that he had real family that cared for him, besides Lavi, who had become almost like family over the past several months. He wasn't the type to hug, so he remained where he was, giving her a small smirk, which was the closest thing she would probably get to a smile.
Taken off guard by his small smirk (which she quickly translated into a Kanda-branded smile), Yukari sat back a little. "Y-...You know, Kanda-chan, you should smile more." she muttered, then reaching out to take another sip from her cup. The model refused to admit she was blushing, but the red tint on her cheeks obviously wasn't make-up.
The door slid open, and the same employee as before came in, setting their trays of food down along with their utensils. Yukari smiled at her as she bowed and exited quietly again. Thankful now for the distraction, she picked up her chopsticks, smiling at Kanda and prayed that damn ridiculous blush was gone. "Well the worst part is over now, ne?" And while he hadn't said anything to her before, she felt better. Kanda definitely hadn't denied her-- which Yukari learned was a clear good sign from him. He'd give her a chance it seemed, and the Model was damned determined to prove herself to him.
He didn't miss the blush on her cheeks, but declined to comment on it, though his smirk widened a tiny bit. As the waitress entered again he glanced up, and once she had placed the food down picked up his chopsticks and cracked them apart. A soft muttered 'itadakimasu' could be heard from his side of the table, and he picked up a piece of tempura shrimp, dipping the head into the sauce carefully, then taking a rather large bite. Yukari would have to prove herself, most definitely, but there was some voice inside his head that told him she would try her damnedest to do so. She seemed about as stubborn as he was, after all. "I don't smile for anyone." Though in his mind he added 'except Lavi' as an afterthought. It was true.
"Ah, are you saying you lack the function?" Yukari asked amusedly. "That would certainly make sense why you scowl all the time, mm?" the Model was quickly finding that teasing Kanda calmed her down substantially. A smug smile lit her lips as she watched him take a large bite from his food. One of her eyebrows raised, and Yukari couldn't help but think of Vincent. Table manners without the etiquette, she mused, taking a small bite of sushi and placing it down again.
After she chewed and swallowed, she glanced back up at Kanda. "Ne...Does Lavi-san know?"
Kanda smirked again as he chewed his shrimp. At least he had the decency to keep his mouth closed while chewing. He swallowed and then spoke again. "Scowling works just fine for me." He refused to take the bait, but if she kept at it he knew he'd end up being teased eventually. If she proved herself, maybe he would tell her about his past. Maybe. She would be the second person to know, after Lavi. He took another few bites and placed the tail on the side of his plate, shaking his head at her question. Lavi knew about his past, but not about this. At least, he didn't know just yet. That was the next obstacle.
"Certainly seems that way." Yukari answered absently, before taking a small bite of rice. It didn't matter really. Whatever he was most comfortable with doing, Yukari was content with, too. ... At least for the time being. Kanda actually smiling was kind of creepy, now that she thought about it. She blinked as he shook his head to her other question, snapping out of her thoughts. Well that made two of them.
"I see. I haven't told Vincent yet, either." she said, smiling a little bitterly at herself. "I don't think he'll ah,.. take it very well." She didn't blame him, Vincent and Kanda just... didn't get along. If they did, she wouldn't be as nervous telling him about it. "I don't think I will until we return from London." Hopefully the short vacation would patch up their relationship and she wouldn't be as wary about spilling her guts out to the Turk. Sighing inwardly, the Model finished the half-eaten peice of sushi, and then fell silent.
He chewed and swallowed again, resisting a soft snort when she mentioned Vincent. "He's going to flip the fuck out." He could just see it now, Yukari making him sit down so they can talk, and the conversation would be awkward, and then when she finally told him his head would explode. Either that or he would look like a deer in headlights and then utter any profanity he could think of. He wasn't sure which scenario he liked more. Both made him snort in amusement. As she fell silent, he finished his tempura and started on his soba, slurping the noodles rather loudly. He wasn't sure if Yukari would scold him for that, but he didn't particularly care.
Sighing again, Yukari rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the comfort," she replied sarcastically, eyeing another peice of sushi and picking it up. That probably wasn't far from the truth, though. She'd probably have to hide for a few minutes and let him shout all the profanities in his vocabulary until he was calm enough to talk to. That was going to really suck.
Yukari remained quiet until Kanda began slurping loudly, and her gaze flickered upward. She raised an eyebrow, refraining from giving him a disgusted look. "... Ever heard of eating quietly, Kanda-chan?" she inquired dryly. She knew he'd reply with a "I don't give a damn about manners," or something rather Kanda-like, but it was still annoying.
Looking up from his noodles, he paused, then slurped up the few noodles remaining on his chopsticks, rolling his eyes. "This is how you eat soba, or any other fucking noodle for that matter. Deal with it." He paused again, eye twitching at the nickname. "And don't call me chan, damn it!" With a soft growl he slurped up more noodles, not bothering to make the effort to silence himself.
"Deal with it?" Yukari repeated with a suddenly stiffened smile. Her eyebrow twitched, and it was obvious she wasn't accustomed to being talked to that way. "My darling brother, I need to remind you I do not deal nor compromise with such silly things. You eat like a five-year old. Not to mention behave like one." she smiled angelically. "But I love you, so I supppose I'll let it go." For now.
Ignoring his other shouts, Yukari took one last bite of her sushi then pushed the rest away. Two peices wasn't so bad of a meal, not to mention the rice she ate along with it. She was proud of herself, but felt bad for leaving so much behind. Usually Vincent finished off what she didn't eat, but... he wasn't there of course.
Kanda twitched as her smile stiffened, and again when she said he ate like a five year old. "I do not! How would you eat soba, oh sister dearest?" His tone was horribly sarcastic, and he picked up his spoon to drink the broth. At least that was quieter. "Damn right, you'll let it go." He eyed her plate when she pushed it away. Two pieces of sushi was hardly a meal, but maybe she just wasn't hungry. Whatever.
Muttering something about shoving chopsticks up his nose, Yukari looked away, glaring at the wall. After a few moments, her elbow propped up onto the wood, and she rested her chin on her palm as she watched him spoon up the broth. "I am a refined lady, afterall." she answered after a few moments of quiet to lower her blood-pressure. "I eat with grace and perfection, like with everything else I do." How many times was she going to have to tell him that, anyways? Wasn't it obvious? Yukari began tapping acouple of her acrylic nails against the table. It wasn't like she was in a rush for him to finish, she was just annoyed with him.
He smirked at her annoyed reaction. Though she said she ate with grace and perfection, it was hard to eat noodles with chopsticks and maintain any sort of grace. He held up the bowl to hide his smirk. Oh, if she was going to tease him, he was going to tease her right back. It seemed he could push her buttons just as easily as she could press his. "Grace and perfection, hm? Sure."
An eyebrow raised. "... Are you questioning that, Kanda-chan?" she inquired threateningly. So maybe her ego was a little far-fetched. But being a supermodel meant you had to be confident in yourself-- and really, the ego just developed over time with it. Not much could dampen it, except for Vincent. Yukari shook that memory away. Damn him. And maybe Kanda, it seemed. He got under her skin much quicker than anyone else had-- even before they realized they were siblings. Maybe it was a sixth-sense, or maybe she longed for his approval. Either way, it was rather silly.
Lowering the bowl he smirked again. "Maybe, maybe not. AND DON'T CALL ME CHAN! Tch." He growled softly. Was she ever going to get that through her head? Probably not. She seemed to be just as thick as he was, just as stubborn and her ego was just as bad as his, though he didn't need to be a supermodel to have it, he just seemed to have an air of arrogance naturally. Oh, they made quite the pair, alright.
Yukari's expression softened when Kanda began shouting in return. She felt a small tingle of satisfaction at that. "I'm afraid I can't make that sacrifice for you unless you whole-heartedly agree to my dazzling perfection." And there was probably no way in Hell Kanda would tell her that. Curving her lips upwards, the Model tilted her head slightly to the side. "So sorry, dearest Kanda-chan."
"Sacrifice?! Like Hell it's a sacrifice. And not a chance!" He scoffed and put the bowl down, slurping up the last little bit of soba in the bowl, then picked up his tea and took a drink, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Ugh, it's cold." He eyed the remaining pieces of sushi on her plate again and quirked a brow. "Are you going to eat that?" The waitress returned a moment later, refilling their tea and asking if they wanted anything else. He simply shook his head and she turned her attention to Yukari.
It was becoming exceedingly easy to block Kanda's voice out of her mind and think of far more pleasant things, like when Vincent would be coming home from work and what they'd do that night. Maybe he'd even get home a little early and they could do something special, like watch a movie. Yukari was smiling dreamily and staring out into space when she heard the door open and close. She glanced over at the woman, and smiled faintly. "I'm fine, thank you." she replied, watching her smile and bow politely before leaving.
Turning her gaze back to Kanda, she realized he asked her something, and furrowed her brows to struggle to remember. Her gaze lowered down to the tray of sushi, and a lightbulb went off in her mind. "Ah,.. no," she answered, gently pushing it towards him. "I have a figure to keep." And her stomach was ridiculously small from it. "You can have the rest if you'd like." Her expression was a little hopeful, maybe he could vaccuum it up like Vincent would.
Was she blocking him out? He growled softly and picked up his tea again, tapping his finger on the table while he waited rather impatiently for her to come out of Lala land, or more accurately, probably "Vincent land", and answer him. When she finally did he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Being such a picky eater, and full from what he'd eaten already, he decided he'd bring it home for Lavi instead, if Yukari wasn't going to eat it. "I'll bring it home." She could probably pick up that he was going to give it to Lavi, but he didn't specify for sure. It was still rather cute though.
Perking at that, Yukari smiled. "That's just as good." Hopefully he'd let Lavi have some of it, if not all. He was such a cute boy, it was weird to think of them as a couple. Lavi was outgoing, sweet and lovable, and Kanda... wasn't. At least not to an acquantaince, but the Model knew Lavi probably got under Kanda's skin more than anyone and obviously got him to be at least a little affectionate. That thought was more adorable than anything.
Her smile widened as their waitress popped back in. "May we have a box to wrap the rest of this up?" Yukari asked the woman, who nodded and disappeared again. "By the way, while I'm in London, I'll need to buy you a souvenier." It wasn't a question of if, it was just a question of what. "Is there something you'd like, or should I get creative again?" Picking out a birthday gift was difficult enough. He was so damn particular.
Kanda simply sat there, drinking his tea as the waitress returned, taking the plate of sushi to box up. It seemed Yukari hadn't picked up on the fact he was taking it for Lavi, and he was somewhat relieved, though he dared not show it. At the mention of London, his old home, he blinked up at Yukari. "A souvenir? Don't bother. I don't need one." A typical answer, certainly, though he knew she wasn't going to settle for that. As he sipped his tea again he thought of something she might get him, just to give her an answer and get her off his back.
Yukari gave him a clearly annoyed look. "I am bothering, so cough up an idea before I buy you a dress and make you wear it." She was certain from the birthday party, that Lavi would be more than willing to help her with that. It was a good source of ammunition.
Tapping her nail irritably against the wood again, Yukari waited for him to suggest something. Kamisama knew she'd be spending a ridiculous amount of money on Vincent (probably against his will, too) and a few things for her friends. But she wanted to spoil Kanda too, damnit. Why did he have to be so difficult about it?
He'd never had people want to give him things before ... things happened with Lavi. Since then, more people had wanted to give him gifts. He didn't understand it. None of his birthdays before this one had anyone ever given him anything. His stupid drunk of a father (or, so called father, since it was the only father he knew and probably would ever know, and that only made him growl softly) had never had the inclination to get him a gift on his birthday or on Christmas, the asshole always spent all his money on cigarettes and booze. His grandparents weren't much better.
Gift giving had changed with Lavi. After he'd gotten Lavi the ring for Christmas (and then realizing the meaning once he had bought it, and promptly cursed at himself, but it had been Christmas Eve and he couldn't think of anything else besides the scarf), Lavi had gotten him a ring on Valentine's Day. That had been a surprise, and he unconsciously brought his hand up to toy with the ring on his finger. He'd nearly had a heart attack when he'd opened the ESP. He had not been expecting anything that extravagant. He really didn't know what to say, simply because he was so used to getting things for himself that he just never thought about it.
Wait. He'd gotten his two current trenchcoats in London, and from what he knew, there was a new one out on that same label. Yukari was a fashion model, she would know where to get it, and he could simply give her the size. It wasn't like he'd grown much since he'd been in London, either. He smirked and glanced at Yukari. "Have you heard of the clothing label called 'Exorcist'? If you're so intent on getting me something, get me the military trenchcoat they just released."
Yukari jolted her head back from her palm slightly, surprised he actually thought of something. It took him damn long enough to think of something. Geeze. ... Wait, did she hear him right? Yukari tilted her head at her brother. "What model in her right mind wouldn't?" Not that she wore any clothing from there, but it was rather popular. "Give me your size, and I'll get it for you." the Model couldn't hold back a smile. "Ne Kanda-chan, I didn't know you were intune with fashion, I'm so proud~!"
He smirked, knowing she would have known the line. This particular coat was a special line though, but he loved his coats so much that he wore them practically everywhere. Now it was too hot, but once it cooled off he'd pull them out of the closet again. "I'm not. I just like trench coats." That had certainly piqued her interest. She could also help him with his rather bland fashion sense, given that he habitually wore black pants and white button down shirts. "38."
Pulling out her cellphone and sliding out the keyboard, Yukari quickly typed in a personal note to remind herself to buy him the coat, and typed in his size. Sliding it shut, shei put it back into her purse just as the waitress returned with the sushi tied neatly in a black box with a red ribbon. Yukari thanked her, taking the bill for the food. She sure as hell wouldn't let Kanda see it.
Glancing down at the price, Yukari couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Apparently the owner had given them a discount, but... She turned the paper over, mortified to see a less-than-subtle note written to her, with his phone number at the bottom. "Please," she muttered lowly to herself. "The day I sleep with you is the day you own several skyscrapers." Pulling out her purse, the Model placed the money into the small booklet, and handed it back to the waitress who bowed and thanked them before leaving the room. Yukari's returned smile was clearly less genuine than it had been before, but hopefully neither of them noticed that.
Kanda finished off his tea as the waitress returned with the packaged sushi, placing the empty cup down on the table as he waited for Yukari to finish typing whatever it was into her cell. A message about the trench and his size, probably. He couldn't help but quirk his own eyebrow when Yukari raised hers. He knew this place had to be expensive, given the decor and service. He'd passed by here several times, knowing it was not something his poor wallet could afford, and frowned at the prices. If anything, the food was as good as it was at the place he and Lavi had eaten the other day, and that was a fraction of the price. Maybe it was the high class aura that attracted people to restaurants like this, but he couldn't care less. Yukari could definitely afford such a fancy establishment, he was sure.
He decided instead, to busy himself with getting up while she paid for the meal. He was rather glad he had asked to take out the leftover sushi if it was going to cost a lot to eat here. It seemed like a waste, really. He'd finished off everything, even drained the broth from the soba bowl and there might have been a small amount of tempura sauce left in the tiny bowl. He tended to use a lot. He missed the muttering as he shifted his legs, but after a few tries he cursed softly, unable to get up by himself.
Yukari already rose to her feet and was slipping back on her heels when she noticed Kanda having trouble getting up. Well... now she felt like a bitch for teasing him and calling him immobile. Forgetting completely about the annoying note shoved in her purse, the Model moved around to him. Without asking or giving any warning, she took one of his hands. "Count to three, and I'll pull you up," she ordered more than suggested, though her voice was soft, and her expression was determined.
Kanda frowned, trying once again to get up and failing miserably. It would be fine if he could just get onto his knees, but that made his leg hurt, and he couldn't just get up the way he normally would, either. "I don't think that's going to work." Yukari would probably insist on helping, so to keep her quiet he'd have to just go along with it. He got back into a sitting position and counted under his breath. "One, two, three."
At the count of three, Yukari pulled with even a strength she wasn't aware she had, and stood Kanda to his feet. If her model instincts hadn't kicked in just then, Yukari would have fallen backwards from the sudden force. But instead, she tottered forward, her arms involuntarily wrapping around him so they both would stay in place. After a few dumbfounded moments passed, Yukari opened her eyes. She realized her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and somehow they had succeeded in pulling him up. Swallowing a bit hard, the Model noticed she was frozen, and her feet were refusing to move. "I should,.. ah,.. get your crutches then, ne."
But wasn't this position familiar? Hadn't she practically thrown herself on him in a weeping mess in his bedroom just a handful of days before? But this time she hadn't meant to do it-- and she at least wasn't crying like an idiot. But that same heavy feeling in her chest was back, and maybe it was exactly what had her petrified in place.
Despite the thought that it wasn't going to work, somehow it miraculously did work, and he was surprised by the sheer amount of strength she exerted in trying to help him up. As soon as he was standing, he felt Yukari lose her balance, but she didn't fall. Probably something to do with model training or something, since a faceplant on the runway was probably not something anyone wanted to happen to them. He had very good balance usually, given the fact he practiced kendo daily, but with his broken leg that balance had been thrown off. He did manage to brace his hand against the wall, just in case.
He felt her fall against him, and when he opened his eyes again she was holding him in a tight hug, and he could feel her cheek on his shoulder. He sighed inwardly, feeling the familiarity, but didn't put two and two together right away. When she spoke, he sighed again, this time audibly, with a bit of irritation in his voice. It could have been worse, they both could have fallen over. "Yes, get my crutches and get off." She hadn't moved, despite saying she was going to.
Being oddly obedient, Yukari slowly pulled away from him, moving to silently get his crutches. She handed them out to him, then picked her purse up again, slinging it over her shoulders. "Let's go then," she said softly, sliding the door open and leaving it that way as she exited.
It didn't hurt as much this time around. Kanda wasn't the affectionate type, and expecting it out of him would have been childish of her. That stung a little, but she refused to react over it. And certainly, she wasn't going to let him see the expression on her face until she could will it away completely. Yukari stopped when she reached the entrance of the restaurant then waited there silently for him to catch up, while ignoring the stares she recieved from customers.
It wasn't as though he was acting differently than he normally did, but for some reason he felt just a tiny pang of guilt for it. She was his sister, well, half-sister, but someone he'd never known had existed until he'd landed himself in the hospital. Why did he have that tiny amount of guilt for her, but not for his own lover? (Well, he guessed he did, on occasion, but he usually ignored it). He wasn't the type to apologize, so he simply took the crutches and hopped to the table to bend down and get the leftover sushi, putting his finger through the ribbon as he held onto his crutch again, making his way out to where Yukari was waiting.
It didn't take much for him to notice the stares people were giving her, and he suddenly felt a little protective pang and glared back at each and every one of them. They got the message very quickly and continued with whatever they had been doing beforehand. "Tch. Some people just can't keep their fucking eyes to themselves."
Yukari glanced over when Kanda made his way over, her eyes widening as he blatantly glared at customers. Some just looked away on cue, and others seemingly looked away fearfully. Either way,.. it felt like Kanda was being protective of her. Smiling faintly at that, the Model opened the door for him.
"That's what I get for having my face plastered on every other advertisement." she replied sheepishly, though she said it more so the happy grin that was threatening to rise on her lips didn't appear quite as much. Usually when people stared, Vincent would give them odd looks or cross his eyes like a doofus and make the situation worse than it was. Surely in London it wouldn't be any better,.. If only Vincent was as instantly frightening enough to pull of what Kanda just did. I strongly doubt it, she thought, sighing inwardly.
Kanda made his way back out of the restaurant, smirking now. He wasn't losing his touch, that was for sure. He couldn't hold back the soft snort at Yukari's words, and made his way towards the waiting car. He wondered how she could possibly stand to be so easily recognized. Knowing the way he was going, if he was in a band that did well at all, he would end up being easily recognized as well, but he knew he could glare at anyone and have them out of his way quickly. She didn't seem to mind the attention, though.
Yukari pulled out her sunglasses from her purse and put them on as she followed Kanda back to the car. She smiled faintly at her chauffeur who visibly stiffened when Kanda got near. He opened the back seat door for him again, and Yukari decided she'd go around and let herself into the other seat without making the poor man wait on her too.
Setting down her purse, the Model crossed her legs and waited for her brother to join her. All in all... it wasn't such a bad time. The dreaded talk turned out well, and Kanda behaved,... considering the circumstances. If she got her way, maybe she could take him out again-- and Lavi, too. Yukari smiled to herself, glancing at her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She'd like that more than anything.
He smirked as the poor man stiffened, though he still opened the door, as was his job to do so, and he sat in the car, shifting his weight around again so he was sitting forward, and held the crutches and sushi in his lap. He was still pushing the thought of family out of his mind, but at least now he knew someone did care for him. It made him feel better about it, at least somewhat. He'd still probably want to break things by the time he got home, but he would behave. For now.
The Model smiled at her brother as he settled down beside her, and the car door shut after him. She wanted to thank him, and tell him she felt so much better now that they had discussed over things. But... that was a kind of awkward. Instead, Yukari reached her hand over and gave his a very light squeeze, before returning it back to her lap and resting it there. Her gaze moved to look out the window, her smile widened a little more. I'll prove myself, Kanda. Just you wait and see.