"In Your Hands" - Kanda/Lenalee (D.Gray-Man)
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A/N: ...Heh, I wrote this as the 3rd person sample for an app (and I was accepted~), so I figure it's okay to post this here now. :3 My first DGM fic! :D
[Kanda, Lenalee. 'In Your Hands.']
The first thing Kanda Yuu thought when he opened his eyes and found himself looking up at an unpleasantly familiar-looking ceiling was: …So it was all a dream-I never escaped after all.
He didn’t know how to feel about that, because feelings had never been his forte (they got in the way, prevented him from completing his missions cleanly and easily, kept him from just going on with his life--and the wan remnants of sentiment and half-remembered sensation simply hurt too much to think about, too much to bother doing anything with them other than shove them aside and wall them away), and ultimately he had trouble finding it in him to care either way.
Then the lingering haze of unnaturally-induced sleep and dreams cleared, and he thought, Che. How stupid. There was too much, of course--too much for it to be just a dream, and as if he could ever think up someone like that moronic Bookman-wannabe or that ridiculous robot-loving scientist or especially that annoying beansprout.
…And similar as they were, another look proved what he already knew: it wasn’t really that ceiling.
He huffed in irritation and sat up, already tired of being in the medical wing of the Black Order’s Asian Branch. He wasn’t in the mood right now to deal with the memories it brought back, not that he ever was, really.
Getting to his feet made the room tilt and shift a little oddly, but whether that was the result of having too much blood drawn or a side-effect of whatever drugs they’d managed to knock him out with didn’t really matter. It would pass soon enough. He was annoyed over it, though, and given the opportunity he would make that fact known. At Branch Head Bak Chang’s insistence, he’d finally agreed to a regular check-up, just to shut the idiot up--Kanda was used to this sort of thing, after all, and in the long run it was easier to let them poke and prod a bit; they’d lose interest again soon enough.
He’d just finished changing back into his uniform, and had nearly decided that hunting down Bak wouldn’t be worth the trouble…when he caught sight of himself in the reflective glass wall lining one side of the operating room he’d been placed in to recover, and realized abruptly that this ‘check-up’ had clearly been anything but ‘regular’.
--
By the time Kanda finally located Bak, the Japanese swordsman had gone from smoldering irritation to straight-up furious; finding Bak in the middle of one of his pointless visits to the European Headquarters did nothing to improve Kanda’s increasingly abysmal mood.
Bak Chang was currently lurking in the aisles of the Branch Library, trying to be subtle about the way he kept peeking through the bookshelves and failing at it rather spectacularly. The object of his discreet (or not) attentions was, of course, the blissfully oblivious Lenalee Lee, who was deeply absorbed in the book lying open on the table before her. A shelving librarian gave Bak a strange look as the Asian Branch’s Head Scientist muttered to himself under his breath, covering page after page with furious notes, but the woman passed him by without comment; a moment later she screeched to a halt and came scurrying back the other way on encountering a thunderous-looking Kanda stalking along the aisle.
Caring not a whit that they happened to be in the middle of the Branch Library, and even less that Bak was obviously attempting to be secretive, Kanda stormed up to the scientist, grabbing him by the shoulder to spin him around; before the Bak could give any reaction other than a wide-eyed look of oh sh- and make a frantic (and doomed) scramble for escape, Kanda had grabbed a fistful of his shirtfront. Hauling him nearly a foot off the floor and pinning him against the very bookcase Bak had been peering through moments ago, the swordsman leaned in to snarl in his face.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?! WHY DIDN’T YOU FIX THIS?! AND SINCE WHEN DOES ‘A REGULAR CHECK-UP’ REQUIRE THE PATIENT TO BE KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS?!"
“It-it-it-it was Komui’s fault!” the blonde stuttered, all his pages of notes scattering like a miniature paper explosion as he flailed helplessly. “One of his ridiculous projects must have somehow gotten mixed in with ours during the move a few months back! I assure you, my sole intent was to see if there was any possible way to replenish your life force somewhat! If so, the implications for Parasite-type Exorcists could be-”
Kanda’s eyes narrowed, his grip on Bak’s collar tightening with impatience.
“-And as for a cure, there isn’t one!” Bak concluded quickly, with an audible gulp.
Seeing that Kanda’s expression had become positively murderous, the Branch Head rushed to explain, “The effects are only temporary--it should wear off in another hour or so! I told them to put you under until then, but you always recover too quickly, no matter how much anesthesia we use!”
Bak started squirming again, because Kanda was looking at him like he very much wanted to use him as a practice dummy for that evening’s training session with Mugen; but the unexpected arrival of a third party saved him from that unfortunate fate.
“…Kanda? Bak-san? What’s going on?”
Both men turned their heads to the side to find Lenalee Lee looking at them curiously from the end of the aisle. Kanda’s stony expression didn’t alter in the least, though Bak rapidly turned four different shades of red, all impressively distinct, and proceeded to break out in hives.
As Lenalee approached, Kanda stepped back, releasing his hold on the front of Bak’s uniform and leaving the scientist to slump against the bookshelves.
“It’s nothing,” the swordsman said, turning to go, then paused, tensing on catching the trace of a startled feminine gasp from behind him.
“Kanda…you…you have cat ears!”
It was true. A pair of glossy black ears protruded from Kanda’s head, pert and pointy and unmistakably feline. His emotions even seemed to influence their movements, though this was actually somewhat fortunate: as they’d been pinned back against his head in anger ever since he’d discovered their presence, they had gone largely unnoticed by everyone he’d encountered thus far.
Instantly, it seemed, Lenalee was at his side, unable to hide her smile as she reached up to touch them; over her shoulder, Kanda caught sight of a suddenly very jealous-looking Bak, though a hard glare sent the scientist scurrying. Once he was gone, Kanda let out a long, irritated sigh that was more than half-growl.
“Get off,” he said, swatting the girl’s lingering hands away from his head. “I’m going to go train until they’re gone. No one else is allowed into the dojo until then.”
“I’ll go with you!” Lenalee said brightly, falling into step with him. “I can stand guard just inside.”
Kanda increased his pace, forcing her to trot at his side, but Lenalee wasn’t the type to be shaken off so easily, and (correctly) took his silence as grudging acceptance.
“…I…sort of want to rub them again…” she admitted with a sheepish little chuckle as they waited for the elevator together. “They’re so soft…”
“NO!” Kanda barked, then instantly regretted it when he saw the look on her face. She hadn’t forced it on him like Lavi would’ve, and really she hadn’t even asked-she’d just said she wanted to.
They rode the elevator in silence, Lenalee quietly watching the light blink over the door as they moved downwards, Kanda trying to convince himself that he didn’t feel guilty in the least for this.
They’d only just made it into the dojo when his resolve finally cracked. “…Fine,” he muttered, dropping to the floor to sit in a cross-legged sulk, utterly certain that there was no way he could meditate now anyway. “Do whatever you want.”
Lenalee’s face broke into a wide smile, and she took Kanda’s sullen look of tell anyone-anyone at all-and face dire consequences in stride, well-used to his moods by now. Kanda couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little as she settled herself on her knees beside him and reached for the ears, and he set his jaw, determinedly resisting the urge to flinch away from her hands, reluctantly submitting to the attention.
It was only an hour, after all.
A/N: ...Heh, I wrote this as the 3rd person sample for an app (and I was accepted~), so I figure it's okay to post this here now. :3 My first DGM fic! :D
[Kanda, Lenalee. 'In Your Hands.']
The first thing Kanda Yuu thought when he opened his eyes and found himself looking up at an unpleasantly familiar-looking ceiling was: …So it was all a dream-I never escaped after all.
He didn’t know how to feel about that, because feelings had never been his forte (they got in the way, prevented him from completing his missions cleanly and easily, kept him from just going on with his life--and the wan remnants of sentiment and half-remembered sensation simply hurt too much to think about, too much to bother doing anything with them other than shove them aside and wall them away), and ultimately he had trouble finding it in him to care either way.
Then the lingering haze of unnaturally-induced sleep and dreams cleared, and he thought, Che. How stupid. There was too much, of course--too much for it to be just a dream, and as if he could ever think up someone like that moronic Bookman-wannabe or that ridiculous robot-loving scientist or especially that annoying beansprout.
…And similar as they were, another look proved what he already knew: it wasn’t really that ceiling.
He huffed in irritation and sat up, already tired of being in the medical wing of the Black Order’s Asian Branch. He wasn’t in the mood right now to deal with the memories it brought back, not that he ever was, really.
Getting to his feet made the room tilt and shift a little oddly, but whether that was the result of having too much blood drawn or a side-effect of whatever drugs they’d managed to knock him out with didn’t really matter. It would pass soon enough. He was annoyed over it, though, and given the opportunity he would make that fact known. At Branch Head Bak Chang’s insistence, he’d finally agreed to a regular check-up, just to shut the idiot up--Kanda was used to this sort of thing, after all, and in the long run it was easier to let them poke and prod a bit; they’d lose interest again soon enough.
He’d just finished changing back into his uniform, and had nearly decided that hunting down Bak wouldn’t be worth the trouble…when he caught sight of himself in the reflective glass wall lining one side of the operating room he’d been placed in to recover, and realized abruptly that this ‘check-up’ had clearly been anything but ‘regular’.
--
By the time Kanda finally located Bak, the Japanese swordsman had gone from smoldering irritation to straight-up furious; finding Bak in the middle of one of his pointless visits to the European Headquarters did nothing to improve Kanda’s increasingly abysmal mood.
Bak Chang was currently lurking in the aisles of the Branch Library, trying to be subtle about the way he kept peeking through the bookshelves and failing at it rather spectacularly. The object of his discreet (or not) attentions was, of course, the blissfully oblivious Lenalee Lee, who was deeply absorbed in the book lying open on the table before her. A shelving librarian gave Bak a strange look as the Asian Branch’s Head Scientist muttered to himself under his breath, covering page after page with furious notes, but the woman passed him by without comment; a moment later she screeched to a halt and came scurrying back the other way on encountering a thunderous-looking Kanda stalking along the aisle.
Caring not a whit that they happened to be in the middle of the Branch Library, and even less that Bak was obviously attempting to be secretive, Kanda stormed up to the scientist, grabbing him by the shoulder to spin him around; before the Bak could give any reaction other than a wide-eyed look of oh sh- and make a frantic (and doomed) scramble for escape, Kanda had grabbed a fistful of his shirtfront. Hauling him nearly a foot off the floor and pinning him against the very bookcase Bak had been peering through moments ago, the swordsman leaned in to snarl in his face.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?! WHY DIDN’T YOU FIX THIS?! AND SINCE WHEN DOES ‘A REGULAR CHECK-UP’ REQUIRE THE PATIENT TO BE KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS?!"
“It-it-it-it was Komui’s fault!” the blonde stuttered, all his pages of notes scattering like a miniature paper explosion as he flailed helplessly. “One of his ridiculous projects must have somehow gotten mixed in with ours during the move a few months back! I assure you, my sole intent was to see if there was any possible way to replenish your life force somewhat! If so, the implications for Parasite-type Exorcists could be-”
Kanda’s eyes narrowed, his grip on Bak’s collar tightening with impatience.
“-And as for a cure, there isn’t one!” Bak concluded quickly, with an audible gulp.
Seeing that Kanda’s expression had become positively murderous, the Branch Head rushed to explain, “The effects are only temporary--it should wear off in another hour or so! I told them to put you under until then, but you always recover too quickly, no matter how much anesthesia we use!”
Bak started squirming again, because Kanda was looking at him like he very much wanted to use him as a practice dummy for that evening’s training session with Mugen; but the unexpected arrival of a third party saved him from that unfortunate fate.
“…Kanda? Bak-san? What’s going on?”
Both men turned their heads to the side to find Lenalee Lee looking at them curiously from the end of the aisle. Kanda’s stony expression didn’t alter in the least, though Bak rapidly turned four different shades of red, all impressively distinct, and proceeded to break out in hives.
As Lenalee approached, Kanda stepped back, releasing his hold on the front of Bak’s uniform and leaving the scientist to slump against the bookshelves.
“It’s nothing,” the swordsman said, turning to go, then paused, tensing on catching the trace of a startled feminine gasp from behind him.
“Kanda…you…you have cat ears!”
It was true. A pair of glossy black ears protruded from Kanda’s head, pert and pointy and unmistakably feline. His emotions even seemed to influence their movements, though this was actually somewhat fortunate: as they’d been pinned back against his head in anger ever since he’d discovered their presence, they had gone largely unnoticed by everyone he’d encountered thus far.
Instantly, it seemed, Lenalee was at his side, unable to hide her smile as she reached up to touch them; over her shoulder, Kanda caught sight of a suddenly very jealous-looking Bak, though a hard glare sent the scientist scurrying. Once he was gone, Kanda let out a long, irritated sigh that was more than half-growl.
“Get off,” he said, swatting the girl’s lingering hands away from his head. “I’m going to go train until they’re gone. No one else is allowed into the dojo until then.”
“I’ll go with you!” Lenalee said brightly, falling into step with him. “I can stand guard just inside.”
Kanda increased his pace, forcing her to trot at his side, but Lenalee wasn’t the type to be shaken off so easily, and (correctly) took his silence as grudging acceptance.
“…I…sort of want to rub them again…” she admitted with a sheepish little chuckle as they waited for the elevator together. “They’re so soft…”
“NO!” Kanda barked, then instantly regretted it when he saw the look on her face. She hadn’t forced it on him like Lavi would’ve, and really she hadn’t even asked-she’d just said she wanted to.
They rode the elevator in silence, Lenalee quietly watching the light blink over the door as they moved downwards, Kanda trying to convince himself that he didn’t feel guilty in the least for this.
They’d only just made it into the dojo when his resolve finally cracked. “…Fine,” he muttered, dropping to the floor to sit in a cross-legged sulk, utterly certain that there was no way he could meditate now anyway. “Do whatever you want.”
Lenalee’s face broke into a wide smile, and she took Kanda’s sullen look of tell anyone-anyone at all-and face dire consequences in stride, well-used to his moods by now. Kanda couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little as she settled herself on her knees beside him and reached for the ears, and he set his jaw, determinedly resisting the urge to flinch away from her hands, reluctantly submitting to the attention.
It was only an hour, after all.