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Short Fiction Moments V: Mistaken
Short Fiction Moments V. First Section
As a sequel to the previous installments:
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Focus on: Kanda Yuu. Lavi. Allen Walker.
Special mention:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sashima3 due to inspirational icons and banners. And kayter and bloodiedangle for their fantastic fics.
Summary: The Order had finally put an end to his mockery of a life…..and thus Kanda cannot comprehend what has happened when he blinks awake on one Infirmary bed.
Keyword: "Mistaken". Section 1
It was not a stabbing flash of light. It was not a thunder of intruding noises. It was not a sudden, rough awakening.
It was rather a slow coalescence of focus; more than an awakening, a retrieval of a misplaced sense of direction.
For Kanda, it didn’t feel much like coming back to life.
It felt simply like a blink after a long and numb pause, a stretch of time filled with gray and whispers and the lukewarm wish to stay dead.
Dark eyes roamed about the high ceiling and the stone walls of the large, silent room. Those eyes brought into focus his own body, covered by bleached sheets, resting upon a narrow infirmary bed.
Kanda’s dry eyes –as dispassionate as his waking expression- surveyed his surroundings with careful neutrality. Minutely, the lying teen took count of every pristine made bed and every closed window.
The sheer emptiness of the infirmary room was an overwhelming, deafening thing.
****
In other place, at later time, the Order was a blur of movement, colors and voices.
White lab-coats fluttered, black boots rushed on, doors crashed open and words were yelled across halls and thresholds.
In the middle of it, Linali Li maneuvered around bodies and furniture, her hands some times clenched into fists, other times clenched around the fabric of her blouse. There was a lack of grace, a lack of politeness in the way she moved and got through people, that spoke volumes of her distressed state.
“Niisan, you have any news from Lavi? Or Allen?”
And if someone noticed the lack of honorifics, well, no one mentioned it. More pressing matters occupied their minds at the moment.
Matters such as the whereabouts of a certain Japanese teen, previously confined to the Infirmary, but currently vanished into thin air.
“No news from their golems. Nothing from Marie either”- Komui replied without turning from his place in front of multiple screens showing numerous rooms and halls and balconies.
“Levels 3 and 4 are clear”- a lab assistant called out loud, also absorbed in the screening task.
“The rooftop? The training room?” –Linali stopped her pacing to interrogate the assistant beside her.
“Already checked, no one there” –another white coat replied.
“Did we check twice? Should I go take a look again?” –her voice was starting to acquire a touch of hysteria.
“Linali…” –Komui called in a tight voice, finally blinking away from his task.
The Chinese girl turned her eyes to the floor, scowling in frustration and growing anger at herself.
“I shouldn’t have left. I should have waited for Miranda to take over, but instead I…I…right in the moment when it mattered the most….”
“I shouldn’t have called you away then” –Lavi’s voice interrupted her self-deprecating musings. The tall red-haired teen made his way into the control room, shaking his head in negative as questions started to flow.
“You found him?”
“Good news?”
“What did you find?”
“Any idea…?”
Lavi gave another negative shake, accompanied with an unusual tired sigh. He could feel how pressure kept building within and around everybody.
Three hours, forty seven minutes and fifty three seconds of fruitless search might have sounded as a ridiculously short amount of time when the object of prey was a high level exorcist, but in this particular case, they couldn’t even be sure of the condition of their prey, finally awake after two months of a precarious comma state.
The general hysteria didn’t sound so ridiculous considering they had managed to tear out such prey from the grasp of death.
“Do you have any news?” –Allen Walker stepped in, Timcanpy a defeated lump of golden roundness slumped onto his white head. A tell-tale sign of their empty-handed results.
No one wanted to answer, but then, cutting through the oppressing silence, Hevlaska spoke, her voice smoky and nearly ethereal.
“In my chambers he stands”
****
Kanda’s arms were raised; hands turned heavenwards as he accepted back his sword, the solid manifestation of Mugen. The exorcist –such title was still valid, since Hevalaska had informed him that the Akuma extermination hadn’t finished yet- felt strangely boundless, groundless amid fog and air and the sensory input of the Innocence breathing life in his hands again.
Hevlaska whispered around him, her presence breezing through the loose wisps of his hair and brushing over the paleness of his skin. For a split-second, the young man’s senses attuned with the once before female exorcist, both of them joined in the certainty of knowing that they were no longer completely human.
The heavy staccato of urgent –worried, angry, desperate- steps erupted into the echoing chambers, and Kanda barely had time to lower his arms, a second before a blur of something black and purple came crashing into him, knocking him down onto his back.
“What the-” –the long haired teen tried and sit up, only to discover that he had an armful of one Linali Li draped over him.
The girl lifted her face towards him, eyes infused with cold fury. The room temperature might as well have dropped half a dozen degrees.
“Selfish! Egotistic! Insensitive f-fool!” –she whispered with the force of a raging storm, at the time one of her hands lifted in the motion of delivering a slap.
Kanda’s expression went from shocked to his usual scowling visage, but he remained still during the unfolding of those movements.
Instead of the expected blow, though, Linali dropped her arms and once again burrowed into his chest, breaking into suspicious hiccups.
The Japanese teen’s eyebrow rose. What the hell, really….
“Kanda Yuu” –Komui was making his way into the chambers, his voice crispy and infuriated in the quiet of the room, as the man looked down and upon the two dark-haired teens on the cold floor tiles.
Kanda’s scowl relocated onto the stony face of the Superior –the infamous brother complex- who was standing right in front of him, but before he had the chance to utter a word, he was cut short.
“If you don’t put your arms around my sister in this second, I am personally going to hurt you”
…
One, two, three surprised blinks….and then Kanda gave a sigh of resignation, gathering the girl into his arms and bringing them up into a sitting position.
Such displays of open disquiet and fragility were extremely unusual from the Chinese girl, Kanda reasoned, and twice as unusual was for him to offer comfort or even tolerance in these situations.
But then again….it seemed that this time –this time out of thousand other times when people mourned the loss of someone- this person was breaking down because of him. Kanda couldn’t even begin to phantom why anyone would consider doing such thing, though.
It was clear to Kanda that the Order had made a great effort to –somehow- bring him back into existence, he who was the Order’s favorite tool and murderer. But in regards to Kanda’s own wishes and life and value….the empty Infirmary had been a blatant proof of what the Order thought of him, after all.
However….
However, Linali was here, and Kanda supposed she could almost be considered something of a little sister to him, or perhaps older sister in some occasions. Therefore, if someone was going to be upset about his 20th-something death –the one he had thought would be the last and definite one- … that someone would be her.
‘Or at least until she got distracted by one of the others’– he mused- ‘because it’s not as if they were going to miss my damn personality for long, not if they knew what I truly am….’
Not if they knew what he truly had done, and what had been done to him, and what he was capable of doing to the ones who opened their hearts to things like himself—
‘Alm—’
A low flow of murmurs rose around Kanda, breaking his train of thought and making him actually look around, past the white figure of Komui at the front.
Several people crowded the entrance to Hevlaska’s chamber, and all of them had their eyes on him…their attention fixed on his movements and his face and his breathing….
Kanda’s dark eyes widened slightly. He didn’t understand, couldn’t understand…
‘What are they….’
‘Why are they….’
“Ne, Kanda” –a sudden strong press of a black-nailed hand fell upon his shoulder, a voice charged with unnamed emotions swirling around the shell of his right ear- “Don’t look so surprised. You thought we weren’t waiting for you? It just happens that Linali is faster than everyone else here, and got to you first. But…you know? Actually…we all wanted…I mean…all this time...w-we…” –Allen’s words faltered in their track, obstacles the size of happy tears peppering in between, stealing strength and confidence from the voice, reducing it to a chocked whisper- “No more throwing yourself to die for us, Kanda, no more throwing your life away. It’s over, you understand it? You’re much too precious, much too beaut—”
And just as sudden as it had intruded, Allen’s voice and touch drew back, the white-haired teen straightening from his position and taking two steps back, turning his back to everyone in an awkward effort to flee the place. In an effort to flee from those dark confused eyes Kanda had turned on him, from those slightly parted lips.
The tall figure of Lavi –Bookman Junior- broke away from the small crowd, long strides quickly placing him just in front of the fleeing Allen, just on time to snatch the younger teen’s wrist and yank him back into a loose but comforting hug.
“There, there, Sprout, no need to go and pull off a lone-wolf thing now! That’s Yuu’s department after all!” –and Lavi’s green eye was suspiciously brilliant, and his smile was just a tad bit tremulous, and his voice lacked that phony mirth of old times as he finally (finally!) turned his face to address the still prone Japanese teen- “But that’s gonna change, okay, Yuu? We may be damn happy to see you breathing and kicking right now, but before….”- and here the red-haired teen took a compulsory swallow, surprising even himself with the pause- “Well, we were really mad before. Want-to-punch-you-mad, before. And I still kinda want to punch you, but I guess the collective urge to kiss you silly may be winning over us”.
A relieved peal of laughter broke from both Linali and Allen at those words, and everyone else in the room started to smile and congratulate themselves (although Kanda hadn’t the slightest idea why on earth they were doing that, anyway), at the time that several voices started to murmur and raise in volume.
Komui’s content expression joined the chorus.
“Welcome back, Kanda”
For his part, the Japanese teen could only rearrange his incredulous expression into a more familiar scowl, and give his trademark “Tch”. A second later he was shaking his head in a disdainful gesture, as his hands started to subtly but relentlessly push Linali off him.
Outwardly he seemed his normal, gruff self. Just a tad annoyed, just a tad skeptical.
Inwardly, Kanda was cringing back in incomprehensive, terrifying fear. This swirl of emotions was maddening, the feeling of the people around him felt suffocating to him, this certainty of being alive and deprived of his armor of secrets kept stabbing at his chest, pulsating along with the deep and jagged fresh scar on his skin.
‘…..Away…..’
‘Walk away….’
It was Kanda the one who wanted to flee now. He couldn’t take any more of those smiles and voices and tears.
It all felt too much like a lie. Too much like deceit.
Recalled to life, by those deluded into believing he deserved it.
And it hurt to see how blind and mistaken everyone was in regards of him.
****
(End of Section 1, continued on Section 2)
*bows*
As a sequel to the previous installments:
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Focus on: Kanda Yuu. Lavi. Allen Walker.
Special mention:
sashima3 due to inspirational icons and banners. And kayter and bloodiedangle for their fantastic fics. Summary: The Order had finally put an end to his mockery of a life…..and thus Kanda cannot comprehend what has happened when he blinks awake on one Infirmary bed.
Keyword: "Mistaken". Section 1
It was not a stabbing flash of light. It was not a thunder of intruding noises. It was not a sudden, rough awakening.
It was rather a slow coalescence of focus; more than an awakening, a retrieval of a misplaced sense of direction.
For Kanda, it didn’t feel much like coming back to life.
It felt simply like a blink after a long and numb pause, a stretch of time filled with gray and whispers and the lukewarm wish to stay dead.
Dark eyes roamed about the high ceiling and the stone walls of the large, silent room. Those eyes brought into focus his own body, covered by bleached sheets, resting upon a narrow infirmary bed.
Kanda’s dry eyes –as dispassionate as his waking expression- surveyed his surroundings with careful neutrality. Minutely, the lying teen took count of every pristine made bed and every closed window.
The sheer emptiness of the infirmary room was an overwhelming, deafening thing.
****
In other place, at later time, the Order was a blur of movement, colors and voices.
White lab-coats fluttered, black boots rushed on, doors crashed open and words were yelled across halls and thresholds.
In the middle of it, Linali Li maneuvered around bodies and furniture, her hands some times clenched into fists, other times clenched around the fabric of her blouse. There was a lack of grace, a lack of politeness in the way she moved and got through people, that spoke volumes of her distressed state.
“Niisan, you have any news from Lavi? Or Allen?”
And if someone noticed the lack of honorifics, well, no one mentioned it. More pressing matters occupied their minds at the moment.
Matters such as the whereabouts of a certain Japanese teen, previously confined to the Infirmary, but currently vanished into thin air.
“No news from their golems. Nothing from Marie either”- Komui replied without turning from his place in front of multiple screens showing numerous rooms and halls and balconies.
“Levels 3 and 4 are clear”- a lab assistant called out loud, also absorbed in the screening task.
“The rooftop? The training room?” –Linali stopped her pacing to interrogate the assistant beside her.
“Already checked, no one there” –another white coat replied.
“Did we check twice? Should I go take a look again?” –her voice was starting to acquire a touch of hysteria.
“Linali…” –Komui called in a tight voice, finally blinking away from his task.
The Chinese girl turned her eyes to the floor, scowling in frustration and growing anger at herself.
“I shouldn’t have left. I should have waited for Miranda to take over, but instead I…I…right in the moment when it mattered the most….”
“I shouldn’t have called you away then” –Lavi’s voice interrupted her self-deprecating musings. The tall red-haired teen made his way into the control room, shaking his head in negative as questions started to flow.
“You found him?”
“Good news?”
“What did you find?”
“Any idea…?”
Lavi gave another negative shake, accompanied with an unusual tired sigh. He could feel how pressure kept building within and around everybody.
Three hours, forty seven minutes and fifty three seconds of fruitless search might have sounded as a ridiculously short amount of time when the object of prey was a high level exorcist, but in this particular case, they couldn’t even be sure of the condition of their prey, finally awake after two months of a precarious comma state.
The general hysteria didn’t sound so ridiculous considering they had managed to tear out such prey from the grasp of death.
“Do you have any news?” –Allen Walker stepped in, Timcanpy a defeated lump of golden roundness slumped onto his white head. A tell-tale sign of their empty-handed results.
No one wanted to answer, but then, cutting through the oppressing silence, Hevlaska spoke, her voice smoky and nearly ethereal.
“In my chambers he stands”
****
Kanda’s arms were raised; hands turned heavenwards as he accepted back his sword, the solid manifestation of Mugen. The exorcist –such title was still valid, since Hevalaska had informed him that the Akuma extermination hadn’t finished yet- felt strangely boundless, groundless amid fog and air and the sensory input of the Innocence breathing life in his hands again.
Hevlaska whispered around him, her presence breezing through the loose wisps of his hair and brushing over the paleness of his skin. For a split-second, the young man’s senses attuned with the once before female exorcist, both of them joined in the certainty of knowing that they were no longer completely human.
The heavy staccato of urgent –worried, angry, desperate- steps erupted into the echoing chambers, and Kanda barely had time to lower his arms, a second before a blur of something black and purple came crashing into him, knocking him down onto his back.
“What the-” –the long haired teen tried and sit up, only to discover that he had an armful of one Linali Li draped over him.
The girl lifted her face towards him, eyes infused with cold fury. The room temperature might as well have dropped half a dozen degrees.
“Selfish! Egotistic! Insensitive f-fool!” –she whispered with the force of a raging storm, at the time one of her hands lifted in the motion of delivering a slap.
Kanda’s expression went from shocked to his usual scowling visage, but he remained still during the unfolding of those movements.
Instead of the expected blow, though, Linali dropped her arms and once again burrowed into his chest, breaking into suspicious hiccups.
The Japanese teen’s eyebrow rose. What the hell, really….
“Kanda Yuu” –Komui was making his way into the chambers, his voice crispy and infuriated in the quiet of the room, as the man looked down and upon the two dark-haired teens on the cold floor tiles.
Kanda’s scowl relocated onto the stony face of the Superior –the infamous brother complex- who was standing right in front of him, but before he had the chance to utter a word, he was cut short.
“If you don’t put your arms around my sister in this second, I am personally going to hurt you”
…
One, two, three surprised blinks….and then Kanda gave a sigh of resignation, gathering the girl into his arms and bringing them up into a sitting position.
Such displays of open disquiet and fragility were extremely unusual from the Chinese girl, Kanda reasoned, and twice as unusual was for him to offer comfort or even tolerance in these situations.
But then again….it seemed that this time –this time out of thousand other times when people mourned the loss of someone- this person was breaking down because of him. Kanda couldn’t even begin to phantom why anyone would consider doing such thing, though.
It was clear to Kanda that the Order had made a great effort to –somehow- bring him back into existence, he who was the Order’s favorite tool and murderer. But in regards to Kanda’s own wishes and life and value….the empty Infirmary had been a blatant proof of what the Order thought of him, after all.
However….
However, Linali was here, and Kanda supposed she could almost be considered something of a little sister to him, or perhaps older sister in some occasions. Therefore, if someone was going to be upset about his 20th-something death –the one he had thought would be the last and definite one- … that someone would be her.
‘Or at least until she got distracted by one of the others’– he mused- ‘because it’s not as if they were going to miss my damn personality for long, not if they knew what I truly am….’
Not if they knew what he truly had done, and what had been done to him, and what he was capable of doing to the ones who opened their hearts to things like himself—
‘Alm—’
A low flow of murmurs rose around Kanda, breaking his train of thought and making him actually look around, past the white figure of Komui at the front.
Several people crowded the entrance to Hevlaska’s chamber, and all of them had their eyes on him…their attention fixed on his movements and his face and his breathing….
Kanda’s dark eyes widened slightly. He didn’t understand, couldn’t understand…
‘What are they….’
‘Why are they….’
“Ne, Kanda” –a sudden strong press of a black-nailed hand fell upon his shoulder, a voice charged with unnamed emotions swirling around the shell of his right ear- “Don’t look so surprised. You thought we weren’t waiting for you? It just happens that Linali is faster than everyone else here, and got to you first. But…you know? Actually…we all wanted…I mean…all this time...w-we…” –Allen’s words faltered in their track, obstacles the size of happy tears peppering in between, stealing strength and confidence from the voice, reducing it to a chocked whisper- “No more throwing yourself to die for us, Kanda, no more throwing your life away. It’s over, you understand it? You’re much too precious, much too beaut—”
And just as sudden as it had intruded, Allen’s voice and touch drew back, the white-haired teen straightening from his position and taking two steps back, turning his back to everyone in an awkward effort to flee the place. In an effort to flee from those dark confused eyes Kanda had turned on him, from those slightly parted lips.
The tall figure of Lavi –Bookman Junior- broke away from the small crowd, long strides quickly placing him just in front of the fleeing Allen, just on time to snatch the younger teen’s wrist and yank him back into a loose but comforting hug.
“There, there, Sprout, no need to go and pull off a lone-wolf thing now! That’s Yuu’s department after all!” –and Lavi’s green eye was suspiciously brilliant, and his smile was just a tad bit tremulous, and his voice lacked that phony mirth of old times as he finally (finally!) turned his face to address the still prone Japanese teen- “But that’s gonna change, okay, Yuu? We may be damn happy to see you breathing and kicking right now, but before….”- and here the red-haired teen took a compulsory swallow, surprising even himself with the pause- “Well, we were really mad before. Want-to-punch-you-mad, before. And I still kinda want to punch you, but I guess the collective urge to kiss you silly may be winning over us”.
A relieved peal of laughter broke from both Linali and Allen at those words, and everyone else in the room started to smile and congratulate themselves (although Kanda hadn’t the slightest idea why on earth they were doing that, anyway), at the time that several voices started to murmur and raise in volume.
Komui’s content expression joined the chorus.
“Welcome back, Kanda”
For his part, the Japanese teen could only rearrange his incredulous expression into a more familiar scowl, and give his trademark “Tch”. A second later he was shaking his head in a disdainful gesture, as his hands started to subtly but relentlessly push Linali off him.
Outwardly he seemed his normal, gruff self. Just a tad annoyed, just a tad skeptical.
Inwardly, Kanda was cringing back in incomprehensive, terrifying fear. This swirl of emotions was maddening, the feeling of the people around him felt suffocating to him, this certainty of being alive and deprived of his armor of secrets kept stabbing at his chest, pulsating along with the deep and jagged fresh scar on his skin.
‘…..Away…..’
‘Walk away….’
It was Kanda the one who wanted to flee now. He couldn’t take any more of those smiles and voices and tears.
It all felt too much like a lie. Too much like deceit.
Recalled to life, by those deluded into believing he deserved it.
And it hurt to see how blind and mistaken everyone was in regards of him.
****
(End of Section 1, continued on Section 2)
*bows*
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So sweet, so perfect, so LOVELY~!!!
you're my heroooooo D:
Damn you, thankyu so much for writting D:
You're like the best latin-american-in-disguise writer I've ever known D':
*jumps around* my name is there 8D!
Can't wait for the next part :D!!
-wonders if Kanda will find out they already know-
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I'm guessing they already know? maybe? perhaps? I thought they did because of the whole "never again" "no anymore" attitude towards Kanda... Or maybe he just made some self sacrifying thing? anyway, wanna now how you'll put this out! When I'm reading your stuff I never want to reach the bottom of the page D:no subject
I think this is going to turn pretty awkward (and probably painful) for Kanda, when he realizes the others know more about him than what he had assumed.
Oh, the delicious angst! *squirms*
My main obstacle right now, is that both my fictional Lavi and Allen are stubbornly set in getting closer to Kanda....but my fictional Kanda keeps smacking them away.
*sigh* I hope the boys make up their mind soon, because I want to finally get some pairing notion for these fics.
Thanks for your words of support! *tackles*
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Oh! the angst!!! I'm so going to enjoy that part <333333
*feels really akward saying that*
Well, fictional Lavi and Allen will have to just keep pushing him D:!
Pushing him so hard into a corner that he will have to give up the fight cause he's so emotionally tired that will have no choice but allow himself to be comforted for once D:!!! -that'd be so sweeeeet~-
Anyway xD
You want to make it an OT3?
Because both Lavi and Allen are like, chasing after Kanda in your drabbles
and by their reactions in this one, it looks like Lavi and Allen already have something?It would have been just as cool if it where only friendship and no pairings ):
But hey, OT3? I'm so not complaining <3~
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I do enjoy angst lots and lots too! But I am even a bit surprised, because the next part is starting to write itself into several fluff/comfort moments too. *embarrased* I don't know how I am going to pull this off, I am not used to writing soft scenes.
"Pushing him so hard into a corner that he will have to give up the fight cause he's so emotionally tired that will have no choice but allow himself to be comforted for once" ... it sounds so cute ne? I am really really happy to see we seem to be in the same la-la-world *nods eagerly* Because that's how I see it. Kanda would never fold into accepting kind gestures if they are not forced/smacked/pushed at him.
The OT3 is a very funny and cute possibility in my mind (a scary place) but I sit down and stare at the keyboard and I KNOW I could never write it. I have enjoyed other fics where great authors can pull a threesome smoothly. But I seriously quake to think I'm going into that territory.
In these short fics I have hinted at both Allen and Lavi having strong feelings for Kanda, but there's nothing established. Not even between Allen and Lavi. So far I don't really know if there's going to be a set pairing *lame me is lame* but thanks for letting me know what you like. I also love friendship-only perspectives.
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Thank you dear! Your comments are such nice warm fuzzies!
Plus I love the fact that your keyboard smashing includes the "Ñ". LOL
Ohhh nooo, not hero! *flattering but hardly deserved* And Kanda has some kind of allergy to that word XDD
It's my pleasure (and pain) to write! This particular idea (of Kanda finding himself alive after going through all the trouble of dying LOL) has been haunting me since my "Beyond Thirteen" fic.
And as mentioned before, this fic was turning pretty long. But after checking and re-reading, I decided to split it in two. Somehow, the impact of the moment was lost if I continued to add scenes XD
Of course your name is there! Your insight of Kanda in your fic '189th night' gave me the push I needed. *bows in gratitude*
"best latin-american-in-disguise" har har har Noooo, soon you'll come to see that I tend to err a lot in the use of prepositions, and I write damn too long run-on sentences. But I am helplessly in love with english, so *shrugs*
Hope to post section 2 this weekend!
eta: prepositions, not propositions LOL
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One of the things I was happier about when I got back was that THE KEYBOARDS WERE NORMAL AGAIN! ÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑ ♥
Is just that... you write so cool, and angst scenes <3!
Some scenarios I come up with myself, but just don't have the talent to write them down D: And you can, and do, and beautifully, therefore you're cool <3
Actually "Denial" was quite easy to write... seeing I had the course of actions right there in the manga. I'm not really talented, in fact, that's the first thing I write that I approve of... I need to write some other things to see if I really can write something decent.
AND YEAH, ENGLISH SUCH AN EASY AND COOL LANGUAGE YOU CAN SPEAK WORLDWIDE AND BE UNDERSTOOD, PLUS EVERYTHING JUST SOUNDS COOLER AND PRETTIER IN IT D:
Sin desmerecee, por supuesto, la lengua nativa, que algunos autores latinoamericanos me hacen recordar con vergüenza lo bella que es...
(GabrielGarcíaMárques)no subject
*shuffles nervously* So flattering! Watch me giggle and flush and feel damn happy. Having someone saying that the stories are good makes it all worthy. I'll try my best in the following one too *V sign*
Oooh, even if you were following the course of actions of the manga chapter, by the construction of "Denial" and the genious phrases in it and the insight in the characters, we can tell the talent is there!! Write more fics and you'll see how one after the other gets better and better *and I will be super happy to get to read more Kanda!*
Yes, English is really very useful and an incredibly good to get into world-wide literature and fandoms of all kinds. And who knows why, but I can curse in English with ease, while in Spanish I can barely say one bad word *LOL*
Y de verdad que hemos hablado bastante en inglés. Supongo que es por que estos fics están posteados en una comunidad en inglés ha ha ha. Al rato traduciré este al español para que siga la linea de los otros en la comunidad de d.gray-esp.
Tienes razón: el español es precioso, y para poemas (por ejemplo) realmente prefiero nuestra lengua nativa. Mario Benedetti y Julio Cortazar son grandes expositores de lo hermoso del español. Ohhh, también Luis M. Descalzo, y Gabriela Mistral (compatriota tuya no?) y Claudia Lars (compatriota mia).
Ea, entonces hablaremos español más seguido har har har.
Te cuidas mucho!
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Komui threatening to hit Kanda if he doesn't hug Lenalee is interesting because Komui doesn't allow anyone else to hug Lenalee under normal circumstances. ^^
I'm predicting more angst.
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Getting angry and hiding his vulnerable moments is more convenient than facing the situation. It actually both makes me compassionate AND angry. I hope to get an opportunity for someone to really hit him in this series of fics. He needs it.
And Komui threatening Kanda, awww, I couldn't help it. I have nothing against the Li siblings. And I thought that for once, Komui could overcome his crazy complex just to offer comfort to both Linali and Kanda.
The next (and possibly final) part will have a bit angst, too, but also considerable fluff/comfort parts *rolls her eyes 'cuz almost never writes that*
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Phew. I thought Kanda was gonna die for real. It's cute how surprised he was when he realized how many people were waiting for him. Cute, but also bittersweet. I wish Kanda would stop pushing people away :(
At any rate, I'm looking forward to the next part! And thanks for continuing <3
P.S. Thanks so much for the snowflake cookies! Happy Holidays to you too :D *hugs*
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'Awwww yes I think it was bittersweet. And I am also so in accordance for Kanda to stop pushing people away.
Next part will have to show more comfort and fluffy parts, I think. The preview is this: another hug and one punch LOL
PS: No prob, babe, I hope you are feeling better and everything's more or less settled over there.
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Ah, another hug and a punch. Who's gonna hug him? It'll probably be Lavi since he's just like that, but I want Allen to hug him too *cough*biased*cough* XD
PS: thanks! I feel good enough to start writing again, at least ^^
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Ohhh who's gonna hug and who's gonna punch. Good question. LOL. Allen is always getting on Kanda's nerves, you know....
BUT! Lavi and Kanda are really spoiling for some hurtful exchange of words after all this time of lies and evasions
And I am super happy to know that we'll get more of your amazing fics soon!
*waits impatiently*
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And thanks! I'll be super happy too, to get more of your awesome comments :D
I'll try to post one around Christmas for Allen's birthday ^^