High Seas - Grow

Aug 08, 2009 16:10


Grow - A Kanda/Lenalee One-Shot

She always seemed to have a hand on his hair, even though he'd made it clear that he really, really didn't want her to. It had been one of her favourite pastimes since she was a child, hiding in his room and weaving his hair into hundreds of little braids, or one long smooth plait, fingers moving deftly in the strands to pull them tight and close. Even with his back sullenly turned, he could feel her relaxing, breathing slowing and turning into a careless hum.

When she returned from the arc, she made the matron pull her close enough to brush the long black strands out onto the pillow, despite his grumbling and then forceful removal of the comb. Every time they spoke after that she seemed to have her hands on him, without even realising.

After the fourth time that day he realised that he had to do something if he wanted to keep his hair on his hand and not in her various combs. When her hands strayed to the end of his ponytail he smacked them away with an angry exhalation.

“Stop that.”

She froze for a moment before pulling back with an expression of surprise. “I'm sorry Kanda, I hadn't realised...”

“How annoying that is? Well you know now. Leave my hair alone.” He glared at her. “Honestly, if you've got enough time to sit here and harass me all day you should probably do something more productive with it. This is a barracks not a barber's and I don't have the time to be part of your girlish games.”

She snapped her hands back and hung her head slightly, standing up to leave.

He had opened his mouth to press his advantage and stop this silly obsession when he saw on hand stray to her naked neck, bare of the hair he had always known. It clicked in his mind and caused a small surge of regret at his words. Awkwardly he reached out and rubbed the back of her head, feeling the short tufts.

“It'll grow.” He said gruffly.

Her hug knocked the air out of a little and he thought he could hear her crying a little on his clothes. Rolling his eyes, he hurriedly stepped back to avoid a soaking. Hesitantly, his hand went to his hair. Tugging, he let it fall loose around his shoulders and held out the tie to the sniffing girl. She stared at it as she dried her eyes, wary of his swift mood change.

He indicated her hair with an embarrassed sweep of his hand. “For when it grows back.”

She smiled as she took it from him. “You softie, Kanda.”

He frowned and turned to walk away. “Anything if it'll get you to stop mauling my head every chance you get.”

d.gray man, fanfiction, kanda, sailing the high seas, kanda/lenalee, lenalee

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