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I bring fic! And I'm lame with these intro things, aha. D:!
Title: Words Will Never Hurt Me
Rating: PG13 for language and mature situations
Fandom: D Grayman
A/N: LaviYu. Some talking, some punching, and a good bit of half-resolved sexual tension. Also, horribly unbeta-ed and was written at 3 AM. Sorry D:!
“I’m the only one who knows how fuck-ugly you are, aren’t I, Lavi?” Kanda asked, out of nowhere. “Deep down, I mean. Other than your old man.”
Lavi turned his head to the side and gave his current company a questioning look in the form of an arched brow. He was on his way down to pick up boxes meant for transporting to the new Headquarters location, and was accompanied by the very impressing Kanda Yu. It had been a long number of days – and a stretch of time that was perceived much longer than it really was – and between the roiling undercurrent of terrifyingly new information brought upon him by recent events, and the plain madness of moving quarters between one place in England to another by way of the enemies’ damnable vessel, Lavi was just about set to slip up and break face.
Not that he had the misfortune of doing, yet; his company for the while had mostly been limited to fellow exorcists, of which there were few to begin with, a few from the panicky staff of the Science Division, and to the old man known as The Panda. Walker and Lee, whose presence together made for unbridled teenage eggshell-dancing of the romantic kind, were decent enough company that a bit of a slip in persona could be written off as irritation borne of boredom; such was their respective faiths in the good spirits of humanity that they would willingly attribute slight behavior as “one of those moods”, bless them. Johnny Gil, Reever Wenham, and all and every of their ilk, the poor tortured souls, are too deep in their respective – sometimes comedic – woes over the curse that is Supervisor Lee’s Unwillingness To Work As Befits His Current Duty, and that’s really all there could be said of them at the moment. Miranda Lotte was discretely involved the most vague attractions with Noise Marie – of which no two gentler souls could deserve anyone less – and the rest… have all come beneath the redhead’s attention, as Leverrier’s goons (and shoebrush facial hair) proved a deal more interesting.
But as for Kanda Yu?
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” Lavi picked up the box assigned for him to carry, balancing it against his hip with one hand for a moment as he pushed his fringes out of his eyes. “As far as I’m aware, I’m just marginally less attractive than you are.”
A snort from the Asian man. “Whatever that means. You know what I do mean, though.”
“I don’t, really,” he replied, as he tucked the layered cardboard container into the crook of his arm. “If you’re going to be vague, Yu, let’s do it while we’re working.”
Kanda assented, picking up a box of the same size as Lavi’s, only carrying it with both hands and with stronger posture. He led forward, Lavi idling with his walk as Kanda moved purposeful to the main hall of the dining area, which had been made as a docking place for most of the furniture and accessories not within the Science Division’s scope of property, nor the Headquarters’. As it were, when the two stepped into the dining area, several boxes of personal belongings were lined up in haphazard arrangement, as well as salvaged chairs, moldy couches, broken tables, large paintings of people no one recognized, and a wayward grandfather clock so old that the glass casement of the pendulum actually seemed to flake, among other things. Further ahead in the hall leading out of the dining area were a few finders rolling a shelf in, who waved a moment – at Lavi, of course – and left muttering in heavily accented English. Lavi set his box down on an empty table, one of the few remaining, with Kanda following suit. The redhead chuckled. “It’s not even your stuff, and you’re carrying it. Komui put you up to it?”
“General Tiedoll, actually,” Kanda scoffed. “Said I either help out, or he teaches me how to knit.”
“Knit, huh,” Lavi hummed, tucking his hands into his pants’ pockets. “Gardening suits you better, I think.”
“Fuck off.”
“So my input doesn’t count, then,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders at the Japanese’s remark. This time Lavi led the walk back to the stairwells and up to the residence floors, Kanda making for a dark figure ironically dressed in white. “That new sweater looks good on you, by the way.”
“Are you kidding me? This is the same damn thing he makes for me every time he’s around.” A pause. “No wonder you get along. You’re both fucking blind.”
The Bookman heir lilted his voice’s tune, almost laughing as he said, “I think it makes you look prettier, actually.”
They spend the rest of the walk in silence, not awkward or pregnant, but not in companionable silence either. As soon as they turned a corner into a deserted hallway Kanda spoke up, picking up his train of thought from before they reached the dining hall. “You’re not so nice when you’re all alone.”
“We’re not having this conversation again, Yu,” Lavi replied, a frown creasing his pleasant expression as he walked further down the hallway. “You don’t let on the fact that you think I’m pretending to be everyone’s friend for whatever my reasons are, and I don’t ask about your stupid flower. I thought we agreed on that.”
“I did, until… recently.” Kanda folded his arms and leveled Lavi a strong look. “What happened to you in the Arc?”
“None of your fucking business, how’s that?”
“Lavi—“
“You don’t have the time to invest, and I don’t have willingness to open up, and God, Yu, what if someone walks in on this conversation?” Lavi turned on his heel, walking backwards so that he looked Kanda in the eye as they progressed through the corridor. “Steely Kanda Yu having a heart-to-heart with the Rabbit; ain’t that out of character for you?”
“I could say the same about you, right now.”
“Don’t see the point of kissing the ass I fuck, Yu.”
And that was it. Kanda’s fist flew and found purchase on Lavi’s jaw, snapping the man’s head back hard to hit the stone wall with a dull crack, and the redhead momentarily crumpled against it, before whipping a strong leg against the older adolescent’s side. The scuffle escalated to the point of teeth coming into play, Lavi clamping onto the base of Kanda’s hand, right where the thumb-bone jutted, as Kanda dug nails deep over the curve of Lavi’s jaw. They attempted to knee each other off, to bodily slam the other against a surface to break something, and Kanda had dared to use Mugen’s hilt to crash down on Lavi’s temple in a frustrated attempt at retaliation.
Simple as that, they were fighting like children again, though fiercer than they did two years before. As if the two years between them had matured them differently from the other, and yet they now understood the other's sentiments more clearly than they should have.
“You’re a complete asshole, Lavi. You’re a selfish, insensitive son of a bitch,” Kanda bit out in between breaths. “You don’t deserve people.”
“You self-righteous moron, what do you know?” Lavi sneered, nursing a cheek with the knuckles of his hand. “You’re just a disillusioned kid who’s too afraid of getting heartbroken.”
“At least I’ve got a heart.”
“At least I can fool people that I have one.” Shallow breathing, then a malicious laugh. “You can’t.”
“…Why is it so difficult for you to tell me anything, Lavi?”
“You don’t tell me anything, either.”
“That’s it?” Kanda wiped his lip with his collar, tucking wayward strands of hair behind his ears. “That’s your reason?”
“It’s the only reason I’m telling you.” Lavi drew a breath, expelled it in a sigh. “That was a marginally honest answer, at least.”
“Is this a lie, then?”
“You tell me, it’s never my bed.”
“…Fine.” Kanda stood and fixed his clothing, smoothing out the creases, picking away dirt, dusting off the knees of his pants, while Lavi stretched his arms and tucked his shirt back into his. “Lavi?”
“What?”
“Your nose is bleeding.”
“…Yeah, I know.”
And that was that. They understood what the other meant, but they couldn’t say why or how they knew. Not that they needed words, yet, but they both were on borrowed time.
And, frankly, neither could care less.
Title: Words Will Never Hurt Me
Rating: PG13 for language and mature situations
Fandom: D Grayman
A/N: LaviYu. Some talking, some punching, and a good bit of half-resolved sexual tension. Also, horribly unbeta-ed and was written at 3 AM. Sorry D:!
“I’m the only one who knows how fuck-ugly you are, aren’t I, Lavi?” Kanda asked, out of nowhere. “Deep down, I mean. Other than your old man.”
Lavi turned his head to the side and gave his current company a questioning look in the form of an arched brow. He was on his way down to pick up boxes meant for transporting to the new Headquarters location, and was accompanied by the very impressing Kanda Yu. It had been a long number of days – and a stretch of time that was perceived much longer than it really was – and between the roiling undercurrent of terrifyingly new information brought upon him by recent events, and the plain madness of moving quarters between one place in England to another by way of the enemies’ damnable vessel, Lavi was just about set to slip up and break face.
Not that he had the misfortune of doing, yet; his company for the while had mostly been limited to fellow exorcists, of which there were few to begin with, a few from the panicky staff of the Science Division, and to the old man known as The Panda. Walker and Lee, whose presence together made for unbridled teenage eggshell-dancing of the romantic kind, were decent enough company that a bit of a slip in persona could be written off as irritation borne of boredom; such was their respective faiths in the good spirits of humanity that they would willingly attribute slight behavior as “one of those moods”, bless them. Johnny Gil, Reever Wenham, and all and every of their ilk, the poor tortured souls, are too deep in their respective – sometimes comedic – woes over the curse that is Supervisor Lee’s Unwillingness To Work As Befits His Current Duty, and that’s really all there could be said of them at the moment. Miranda Lotte was discretely involved the most vague attractions with Noise Marie – of which no two gentler souls could deserve anyone less – and the rest… have all come beneath the redhead’s attention, as Leverrier’s goons (and shoebrush facial hair) proved a deal more interesting.
But as for Kanda Yu?
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” Lavi picked up the box assigned for him to carry, balancing it against his hip with one hand for a moment as he pushed his fringes out of his eyes. “As far as I’m aware, I’m just marginally less attractive than you are.”
A snort from the Asian man. “Whatever that means. You know what I do mean, though.”
“I don’t, really,” he replied, as he tucked the layered cardboard container into the crook of his arm. “If you’re going to be vague, Yu, let’s do it while we’re working.”
Kanda assented, picking up a box of the same size as Lavi’s, only carrying it with both hands and with stronger posture. He led forward, Lavi idling with his walk as Kanda moved purposeful to the main hall of the dining area, which had been made as a docking place for most of the furniture and accessories not within the Science Division’s scope of property, nor the Headquarters’. As it were, when the two stepped into the dining area, several boxes of personal belongings were lined up in haphazard arrangement, as well as salvaged chairs, moldy couches, broken tables, large paintings of people no one recognized, and a wayward grandfather clock so old that the glass casement of the pendulum actually seemed to flake, among other things. Further ahead in the hall leading out of the dining area were a few finders rolling a shelf in, who waved a moment – at Lavi, of course – and left muttering in heavily accented English. Lavi set his box down on an empty table, one of the few remaining, with Kanda following suit. The redhead chuckled. “It’s not even your stuff, and you’re carrying it. Komui put you up to it?”
“General Tiedoll, actually,” Kanda scoffed. “Said I either help out, or he teaches me how to knit.”
“Knit, huh,” Lavi hummed, tucking his hands into his pants’ pockets. “Gardening suits you better, I think.”
“Fuck off.”
“So my input doesn’t count, then,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders at the Japanese’s remark. This time Lavi led the walk back to the stairwells and up to the residence floors, Kanda making for a dark figure ironically dressed in white. “That new sweater looks good on you, by the way.”
“Are you kidding me? This is the same damn thing he makes for me every time he’s around.” A pause. “No wonder you get along. You’re both fucking blind.”
The Bookman heir lilted his voice’s tune, almost laughing as he said, “I think it makes you look prettier, actually.”
They spend the rest of the walk in silence, not awkward or pregnant, but not in companionable silence either. As soon as they turned a corner into a deserted hallway Kanda spoke up, picking up his train of thought from before they reached the dining hall. “You’re not so nice when you’re all alone.”
“We’re not having this conversation again, Yu,” Lavi replied, a frown creasing his pleasant expression as he walked further down the hallway. “You don’t let on the fact that you think I’m pretending to be everyone’s friend for whatever my reasons are, and I don’t ask about your stupid flower. I thought we agreed on that.”
“I did, until… recently.” Kanda folded his arms and leveled Lavi a strong look. “What happened to you in the Arc?”
“None of your fucking business, how’s that?”
“Lavi—“
“You don’t have the time to invest, and I don’t have willingness to open up, and God, Yu, what if someone walks in on this conversation?” Lavi turned on his heel, walking backwards so that he looked Kanda in the eye as they progressed through the corridor. “Steely Kanda Yu having a heart-to-heart with the Rabbit; ain’t that out of character for you?”
“I could say the same about you, right now.”
“Don’t see the point of kissing the ass I fuck, Yu.”
And that was it. Kanda’s fist flew and found purchase on Lavi’s jaw, snapping the man’s head back hard to hit the stone wall with a dull crack, and the redhead momentarily crumpled against it, before whipping a strong leg against the older adolescent’s side. The scuffle escalated to the point of teeth coming into play, Lavi clamping onto the base of Kanda’s hand, right where the thumb-bone jutted, as Kanda dug nails deep over the curve of Lavi’s jaw. They attempted to knee each other off, to bodily slam the other against a surface to break something, and Kanda had dared to use Mugen’s hilt to crash down on Lavi’s temple in a frustrated attempt at retaliation.
Simple as that, they were fighting like children again, though fiercer than they did two years before. As if the two years between them had matured them differently from the other, and yet they now understood the other's sentiments more clearly than they should have.
“You’re a complete asshole, Lavi. You’re a selfish, insensitive son of a bitch,” Kanda bit out in between breaths. “You don’t deserve people.”
“You self-righteous moron, what do you know?” Lavi sneered, nursing a cheek with the knuckles of his hand. “You’re just a disillusioned kid who’s too afraid of getting heartbroken.”
“At least I’ve got a heart.”
“At least I can fool people that I have one.” Shallow breathing, then a malicious laugh. “You can’t.”
“…Why is it so difficult for you to tell me anything, Lavi?”
“You don’t tell me anything, either.”
“That’s it?” Kanda wiped his lip with his collar, tucking wayward strands of hair behind his ears. “That’s your reason?”
“It’s the only reason I’m telling you.” Lavi drew a breath, expelled it in a sigh. “That was a marginally honest answer, at least.”
“Is this a lie, then?”
“You tell me, it’s never my bed.”
“…Fine.” Kanda stood and fixed his clothing, smoothing out the creases, picking away dirt, dusting off the knees of his pants, while Lavi stretched his arms and tucked his shirt back into his. “Lavi?”
“What?”
“Your nose is bleeding.”
“…Yeah, I know.”
And that was that. They understood what the other meant, but they couldn’t say why or how they knew. Not that they needed words, yet, but they both were on borrowed time.
And, frankly, neither could care less.
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I love the way you compose your writing! It makes even quiet situations so interesting!
*melts*
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I am...wow.
[/in awe of your amazing writing]
You should write more ;D
I totally love the mutual understanding they both have about each other's situations. How Lavi can't have a heart and Kanda's Lotus and how they get it, and ever after their fight they still do.
[/claps]
Good job, you rock.
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I had never read such a nasty Lavi that was not tagged as 'inner self/dek or whatever'.
Very impressive, and hurtful. Which means, that was incredibly well put.
I am a bit amazed that it is Kanda the one doing the prying, but then again, the reason you even mentioned. One does have a heart -even if not noticeable.
I just hope that by the end of this, Lavi can grow/salvage his own. XD
More please!!!
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And thanks! I'll try writing more XD
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You had me from the first sentence, and I knew from experience that if someone would be able to pull off a open talk between the two of them, without them becoming wussy and too emotional or too emo, it's you. And yes, yes, yes there needs to be more fic like this, with Kanda questioning Lavi's intentions and attachment. I love the thought of them having that kind of relationship (built on mutual agreement not to be honest with each other... if you get what I mean?), and still being able to be close to one another and trust each other in a battle.
...and still need each other, no matter how much they both hate it, but that isn't exactly part of this particular fanfic, is it?
Awesome job for an un-beta'd piece. I love how your writing style is so straight to the point, somehow, without too many metaphors and complicated similes. It is easy to get lost and confused when reading the work of an author who use those a lot, even if it is very artistic, and I admire someone who can set a mood without them.
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One of the reasons why I have an easy time writing these two together is from the fact that I know too well how to trust someone outside of friendship and still hate - or dislike - each other's guts completely, and it's actually a very relieving thing since you don't have to like the person to do your job, but you know that person's going to be there to help out if you mess up because it's their job, too.
And thank you!~
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Anyway, I loved their conversation. It was so in character. :D
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And thank you!~
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BUT I WILL NOW. Ilu. I love how to the point you are. I love your Kanda and your Lavi. It's just alkdjfad. ♥♥♥
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