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truthinfortune

[RL with Kanji]

Nov 13, 2009 07:50

It was the third day since Naoto had been rescued from the TV world. Most of the hustle and bustle had died down by now, but Kanji, Hakuba, and Haibara had become constant caretakers to Naoto. Neither of the two boys who had appointed themselves as Naoto's primary caregivers wanted to leave her home alone for any length of time, so one or the other ( Read more... )

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topsiclevacuum November 13 2009, 19:34:33 UTC

Goddamn mandatory attendance policy, indeed. Kanji couldn't stand the hours in class listening to boring lecture after boring lecture when he knew that his time would be better spent somewhere else. As soon as the bell rang, he dashed out the school, said hello and goodbye to Senpai and the others, and ran across town to Naoto's flat. His mother hadn't seen him in days. For right now, his only mission in life was to make sure Naoto got better as soon as possible.

Kanji did his best to ignore the television in front of him. He'd had enough of TV to last him an entire lifetime, but if Naoto wanted it on, it stayed on. After stifling a yawn (his total hours of sleep from last night: 3 and a half), he asked the boy--the girl--the detective, "You need another blanket?"

truthinfortune November 13 2009, 19:43:36 UTC

Naoto flinched a little, startled by the sound of Kanji's voice.

"Um, no... I'm fine," she said. "But thank you anyway."

She wasn't really cold, all things considered. She had on a man's pajama suit, after all. And Kanji was comfortably warm, as well. But without her bindings, she felt naked almost, and it was probably disconcerting for Kanji to see Naoto this way, considering that for the longest time he'd thought of Naoto as a boy.

"Actually, I would like some tea. If it's not too much trouble."

topsiclevacuum November 15 2009, 01:17:43 UTC

The flinch didn't phase him.

It was her unwillingness to share that did.

Kanji had no idea how to express the same thing she'd said almost five months earlier. "I'll accept you no matter what." He knew that was what Naoto wanted to hear. Hell, it was what she needed. But it was hard to say it. He was never good with words and speeches and anything like that. That was Senpai and Yosuke's job. He just did the beating. Even when she'd asked him for a simple cup of tea, he'd nodded and left, just like that.

His forehead connected with the kitchen cupboard with a soft thump. Way to go, stupid. It was a miracle the counter below didn't catch on fire or melt from the strength of his glare. Didn't they have interpreters for this kinda stuff? No, no. He'd have to do it. That was final. He'd give it 100%.

Kanji went back to Naoto with teacup in hand. "Here ya go."

truthinfortune November 15 2009, 01:32:26 UTC

She winced when Kanji banged his head on the cupboard. That... sounded like it hurt. Poor thing.

When he returned, Naoto took the cup in both hands, letting it warm her fingers before she began to sip at it.

"Thank you," she said simply.

The silence continued to stretch taut between them.

The only time Kanji spoke to her was to ask her if she needed anything. Or to demand that she sleep. Or eat. Or whatever she needed to do in order to get well. Not once had he'd mentioned anything about Naoto's true sex, aside from the surprised exclamation inside the secret laboratory. The issue sat heavy in the air, like the proverbial white elephant in the room. And, of course, Naoto was too much of a coward to broach the topic herself.

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