Who: Kanda and Daisya
What: Kanda goes looking for the fight that they started
here.
Where: Starting on the boat, then the beach.
When: Saturday morning.
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Kanda sat in an alcove of the ship, his back resting in the gap between two rows of crates and his journal laying open on the deck beside him. )
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He was tired of waiting, and he was tired of running.
It had been weeks since he wore his coat, though he trained with the Charity Bell daily and did everything else that House asked of him to regain his strength. He was still thin, still worn, but recovering... and angry. He found that anger was a better emotion to fill the void inside of himself with than self-pity - anger gave him energy, gave him will and strength and everything he'd lacked in the past.
Never again.This time, though... no matter what had happened, Kanda was his best friend, and there was no way he could have known what had happened. There was no proof it would happen again... especially since Lenalee ( ... )
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I don't need your help. He wanted to be able to say it so badly. He wanted to be able to throw the coat back at Daisya, tell him off the way he'd once told Allen off when he'd awoken to find himself lying atop his coat.
But he couldn't do it. Daisya wasn't Allen, and Kanda wasn't a liar: he did need his help because it was true, his body wasn't healing like it should. He should have felt stronger than he did last night when he'd first woken on the ship; his body should at least hurt less this morning, even if it wasn't completely healed. Instead it hurt more. That wasn't the point though.
The coat clutched in his fist, he stood there stiff and unmoving, his eyes locked with Daisya's, the words he'd just spoken ringing like an echo in Kanda's mind: not you'll deal with it (which Kanda would, of course, as they both knew), but we'll deal with it ( ... )
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