One Moonlit Night...

Update

2009-08-04T20:03:16Z

RPG is being so fucking awesome! Even if I kind of gave up on apping Hei for elegycity and haven't gotten round to reapping for Kanda in toujoursmb. Eh.

So I'm thinking of getting back into the multi-fandom RPGs now. I think I can handle it until school really picks up later. This year is going to be hectic.

So I'm checking out neo_rpg again, figuring out what character I should bring in. Sounds like fun, guys.

I also found this interesting RPG based around Higurashi... I think. It sounds kind of cool. I'll check that out too. Once again, need to figure out what character I would want to bring in.

damned. Have always wanted to try for this, but it's so hardcore RP that I'm not sure I'm up to par, especially with 3rd person logs. Agh, I'll think about this one.

Got any other suggestions?

Hmmm...

2009-07-29T09:37:26Z

Parody image of VOCALOID song, Magnet. Pairing: LaviYuu from DGM. I don't like how I did Lavi's hair. =__= I'll need to work on that. Additionally, let's try NOT abusing Facebook's Graffiti app for once and use actual art programs and sites, yes?

RPGGGGGGgggg

2009-07-23T18:23:54Z

I think I'm trying to kill myself.

Just applied for reservations at elegycityand toujoursmb, as Li Shengshun/Hei and Kanda Yuu, respectively. The private DGM roleplay is awesome and is getting bigger. Two Kandas, lol. The new Kanda is going to be Noah!Kanda though.

Apparently, they greenlit the Inuyasha Final Chapter anime. Haha, that brings back memories... My first actual anime obsession back in 6th grade. I can't believe they're actually bringing it back to finish the manga arcs.

Even more exciting: DARKER THAN BLACK SEASON TWO WILL AIR IN OCTOBER 2009. SDLGJSKSLDHGKLJOEFLSHKDGLSF. Damn, I'm excited. I love and hate the ending of the first season. Good anime series tend to make my feelings conflict like that.

Huzzah for fanfiction...

2008-12-27T07:45:31Z

Title: Call of Duty
Pairing: Lavi/Kanda eventually. Perhaps Allen/Linali as well.
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: AU. Violence, language, politics, possible innuendo in the future. I doubt it will get any worse than that because the authoress is not awesome enough to even write a lime, much less a full-blown lemon.
Summary: AU. Lavi did not know what he was in for when he managed to involve himself with the Black Order. All he knew was that he had been investigating a mafia gang’s illegal smugglings, but it had quickly elevated into something else entirely. Something deeper and darker than what could be seen on the surface.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless otherwise stated. They all belong to the original creator, Katsura Hoshino. Many of the ideas and concepts altered to fit this AU are also very similar to the original ideas of Katsura-san. But the AU belongs to me.

Here is the actual chapter 1 for Call of Duty. I'm not happy with how long it took, but here you go. Merry late X-mas! Argh, you have no idea how annoying it is to copy+paste this from Word and have to go through it and exchange all the ...'s and quotes for LJ-friendly ones. Not to mention inserting all the italics and strikeouts and all. Lavi, as much as we love your butchered English, there are way too many apostrophes in your speech for a poor author to fix. Damn you. x( Also, I think my journal format may give people an eyesore when reading this incredibly long chapter. =__=

Chapter One – The First Hammerstroke

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From the Records of Bookman, 12 December, 31st yr. III n.m. :

We have successfully infiltrated both sides and are watching and observing. Now we must wait. If my ~~idiot~~ [here, a word has been crossed out, but is still vaguely legible. It has been debated whether this was intentionally done.] apprentice can manage to gather the desired information and record it, then we might yet have a chance of remaining inconspicuous. Providing that my apprentice will not get ideas of his own and render the operation useless…

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He panted heavily, wincing slightly at the pain in his left leg where a shot had scratched him. He'd suffered worse than this in his line of work, but it was proving a hindrance in his current situation. He leaned his head back against the sturdy wall, closing his single emerald eye for a moment, just a brief moment, before flashing it open again.

It was dark enough that, even for someone possessing good night vision, it was nearly impossible to make out more than the general details of his surroundings. There was only one high window on the far side of the warehouse, leaking a square of the full moon's cool light. But it was much too far away to be of much aid.

As his breathing slowed, Lavi brought a hand up through his flop of flame-red hair turned a dull shade of Indian red in the pitch-black of the warehouse, sighing as he finally took notice of the lack of headband. It had been his favorite, too! It must have come off during the previous scuffle.

Though he knew nothing much would come from it, he took a cursory sweep of the surrounding area anyway. Might as well attempt to complete his work while hiding out here. The large expanse was filled with dark towers of what he knew to be boxes of illegally smuggled products and materials. Lavi couldn't really see down the full length of the warehouse, but from estimation of the building's size from the outside, there had to be positively hundreds, maybe even thousands, of these things stacked one on top of the other. Not to mention there were four other warehouses probably chock-full of the stuff as well.

He allowed himself a short laugh. Of course, it was just his luck that, after several months of trying to get into the boss's confidence in order that he might be granted access to some of the maximum-security storage warehouses secretly owned by the Noah, he found himself in one of them under the most unexpected circumstances. Well, the end justified the means, right? The good thing was that he was here now and if he could complete his report and confirm the information, he could hightail it out of this nest of criminals sooner than expected.

The bad thing was, whatever luck he possessed decided to royally abandon him, because at that exact moment, the reason why Lavi was there in the first place caught up with him. The heavy sliding door of the warehouse flew open with metallic complaint as obscenely bright headlights intruded the dark interior, positively scalding the area with artificial, white light.

'What the...!' he thought as the unexpected light effectively blinded him for an instant before gunshots ricocheting off the steel-enforced wall behind him spurred him into diving for cover in the maze of towers.

Landing heavily on the hard, cement floor, the redhead cursed as he accidentally put weight onto his injured leg, for he had forgotten about it in his moment of panic and ended up landing on his left side. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he hurriedly picked himself up and limped farther in when he heard the sound of running footsteps coming his way, accompanied by shouts of discovery.

Even while fleeing for his life, Lavi was ever the observant, dedicated man doing his job. The illegal items were stored in expensive, state-of-the-art, steel shipment compartments, not the cheap material he had originally guessed it to be. He should have expected it, what with the Noah being the single most powerful Mafia corporation in the world. Shipment by sea complete with guarantees of security and protection was nothing for them. 'Stupid, rich bastards.'

He was snapped away from his thoughts as a bullet missed his head by a fraction, whistling past his ear to hit one of the steel compartments, sending off a small shower of sparks before falling harmlessly to the floor, leaving no mark whatsoever. 'Yep, state-of-the-art alright.'

It helped that the farther in he went into the maze, the less light his pursuers had to work off of, which was perfectly fine for him, especially when it came to being shot at. One hand curled protectively over his head and neck and the other gripping his bleeding leg wound against the pain, Lavi ducked abruptly into a side route with a shout of alarm as he once again heard the rain of bullets hit the floor where he'd been a second ago. That had been way too close for comfort. 'Perhaps a change of lifestyle should be enacted,' he thought to himself, wryly, 'One that doesn't involve me endangering my life every second of the day...'

He couldn't run all day and he knew it. He had to think of something. Anything! He had never been much of a runner though he had known his share of it in his work. With his left leg dragging behind, seemingly intent on becoming a dead-weight, Lavi knew this game of tag would not last very much longer.

It was inevitable. They would catch him. And that was the last thing Lavi wanted to happen.
His single eye taking in as much of his surroundings as possible, the gears in his brain whirring almost audibly as he sought for an escape route, Lavi turned a corner and immediately regretted it.

It was a deadend. He skid on the cement floor, the soles of his boots squealing with the friction as he tried to spin around and reverse his direction. Too late, Lavi could already hear the thundering footsteps behind him.

Backing slowly away as the footsteps came to a scattered halt in the entrance way, Lavi felt moonlight suddenly flood his senses. Looking up, he saw that he was standing in the square of light under the singular window. A crazy idea, but an idea nonetheless, surfaced in his mind.

Casting his gaze hurriedly around, searching, Lavi laughed nervously as a way of distraction.

"Ah, ya found me!" he said lightly, instantly slipping into character, "Sorry, guys, but I can't be goin' 'round gettin' caught. I have somethin' I hafta do, after all."

The realization that the people after him were not just regular police officers, but members of the Special Force unit of law enforcement raced through him for all of a second before his mind pushed it aside for later contemplation.

His gaze alighted on an object and the bottle-green of his eye sparked as the plan burned like wildfire into his being. If he could make this work right, maybe, just maybe he could get out of this alive...

---

"Oof!"

His face was roughly acquainted with the floor as about five Special Force officers in full-body armor tackled him, being anything but gentle with their AK-47 guns and their strong grips. At least they weren't shooting at him anymore. Not that the present situation was any better either. Lavi swore he could feel multiple bruises rising from the beating he was taking from the butts of those guns.

A rough, gloved hand grabbed a hold of his hair and tugged, forcing him to look painfully up at his captor. Feeling his neck cramp, Lavi stared in surprise as he recognized the famously demonic face of the much renowned and much feared Commander-in-Chief of Central himself. To think this operation had been important enough for the commander to be on the frontlines!
Commander Leverrier, leader of the entire police agency on this side of the world, stared down at the captured redhead before speaking,

"Is this the last one?" The question had not been addressed at the Special Forces. It was only then that Lavi noticed the black-cloaked figure standing farther back, hidden in the shadows.
There was no reply.

The Commander's lips curled upward into a mocking imitation of a smile, his accentuated eyebrows, prounounced brushstrokes painted onto his forehead, arching, framing the ruby eyes. He waited patiently for a second longer, before speaking again.

"Though you may be of a sector removed from the police force, I expect you to answer when I ask a question."

The figure turned its head in the dark and the light was abruptly thrown onto its face in sharp contrast. Lavi could only see the sharp line of a jaw, the pale curve of a cheek, and the hard line of the mouth set in a permanent frown. The eyes remained hidden.

Leverrier was visibly furious as he ground his teeth, waiting for an answer that was not going to come. Whoever it was in the shadows was purposefully angering the man.

The tension was almost tangible as the two figures continued their battle of silence, each refusing to stand down or give in. It wasn't until Lavi felt a burning sensation in his chest that he realized he had been holding his breath.

Suddenly, the staid police Commander relaxed, clasping his hands behind his back, a pleasant expression (or, what the man thought was a pleasant expression) sliding across his face.

"You have some nerve to be disregarding my orders, officer. You should thank your lucky stars and the position given to you by your superiors that I am dismissing this blatant rudeness. Others are not so lenient as I, wouldn't you agree?" Through the Commander's fake-friendly voice, Lavi could detect the dangerous threat behind the words and it chilled him through as he beheld the red eyes of the demon, boring into the shadowed figure with anything but affinity.
The pale mouth curved into a smirk.

"Tch," came the daring reply.

The edge of Leverrier's mouth twitched as he tried to keep his fury under control.

"... I'll leave the rest in your capable hands, officer. No, forgive my incorrect terminology. Exorcist."

With the exception of the snarled last word, they were carefully sugared syllables that left the man's mouth as he spun stiffly around, turning his back on Lavi, passing the dark figure without so much as a glance before finally turning the corner away from sight. With only the sound of the Commander's boots to signify his presence, they all waited until even that, too, evaporated into silence.

The breaths that had been held were abruptly let out only to be drawn swiftly back in as the dark figure within the shadows moved.

"Arrest him," came the short and quiet order. The Special Force officers needed no telling twice and Lavi found his face being pushed unceremoniously to the floor again, his arms being pulled painfully back as he felt the shackles encase his wrists.

"H-hey, be gentl'r, won't ya?" the redhead protested, slipping easily into the drawling, joking tone of his easygoing persona, the one he had constructed for this particular mission. He tried an experimental wriggle. Nope, they had him securely caught and restrained. Man, oh man, he was so dead...

Due to the fact that his face was currently plastered to the floor, he could not see the figure's face as it stepped forward. There was only a glimpse of dark boots and the black material of his clothing that met his eye.

"Any chance ya could consider lettin' me go?" Lavi asked, though he knew the answer already. There was a foreboding silence.

"Shut up." The reply was ice-cold and emotionless, but it served its purpose. Lavi shut up.

Squirming to try and see the man's (it was definitely a male's) face, Lavi only managed to catch a glimpse of what looked like long, black hair, before he was hauled up and the problem was solved for him.

Wincing slightly at the pain in his leg, Lavi looked up and beheld the coldest eyes he had ever seen.

They were a steely blue-gray, slanted and framed with long lashes that brought immediate attention to the Asian characteristics in his face. Lavi had been right about the long, black hair. It was pulled back into a high horsetail in the back, leaving twin strands to hang loosely on either side of his face in contrast with his pale complexion. A strong, yet delicate jawline, mouth set in a confident line, the straight-cut bangs falling past those proud eyes.

'He'd be popular with the ladies if it weren't for that cold, unapproachable aura...’ Lavi thought to himself, '...Unless they actually like that in a guy. And if he doesn't get mistaken for a girl beforehand.'

Really, what was up with the hair and the pretty features? Not that it wasn't a nice combination, but...

With a mental start, Lavi realized this man, no, boy really, was about his age. While it was normal in his own line of work for apprentices to start young, Lavi had never expected the police to take them in so early. Lavi was only eighteen and, assuming that the youth before him was his age, it would mean that he had started training long before.

Times had changed, it seemed. The world was becoming corrupted, slowly submitting more and more to the darkness every day. It was the painful truth and frankly, it was sad. How many more lives would be claimed by the black?

The dark-haired youth was saying something.

"You are under arrest for association with a criminal organization."

It was only then that Lavi noticed the Japanese sword gripped in the other's hand, a dark, lightly ornate thing with a long, black scabbard and an oblong hilt. The grip was wrapped with red cords in a criss-crossing manner, ending at the pommel in a Chinese knot that hung loosely, swaying harmoniously with every slight movement.

Something registered in Lavi's mind, something he recalled the Commander saying before he had stalked off to find easier prey to bully. ]'... Exorcist.'

The redhead mentally cursed as realization finally sank in.

This was an agent of the Black Order, a sector of law enforcement almost completely removed from the police, holding tremendous combat power. It was a power to be respected and feared, perhaps even more so than the Special Forces, the Military, and the Police combined. Not much was known about the organization itself, save by the people who knew where to look or were authorized in possessing the information. But it was a universal fact that the Black Order was a formidable force to be reckoned with.

Anything from the perfect tracking of a suspect to a clean and concise assassination, these were the types of missions given to these agents. They completed them perfectly. They always completed them perfectly, with incredible precision and awe-inspiring skill. It was said that they were equipped with special, enhanced weapons far more advanced and effective than any weapon known to the public. Or so the tales went, anyway. Much of it was probably true.
And so they were called 'exorcists,' eliminators of evil, dedicated to finding and destroying that which opposes justice and righteousness.

And one of these was standing right in front of him! Was the execution of this particular movement so important that it required the presence of both the Commander and a Black Order exorcist?

The exorcist raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything. The one-eyed redhead realized why and closed his mouth with an audible snap. Lavi supposed he must have looked extremely stupid, staring with his mouth open.

After another moment of silent glaring, the raven-haired youth spoke again,

"Take him away."

---

As soon as the door to the steel-enforced truck was closed, Lavi let everything out in one big sigh. He was in for it, alright...

Lavi tried to be reasonable. There had only been a tiny percentage of a chance of escape, after all. But the sad thing was, Lavi had actually managed to land himself in that miniscule percentile. Only to be thwarted at the last possible second...

---

...His eye alighted upon the long metal rod leaning innocently in the corner, as if asking to be used. Keeping one eye on his advancing pursuers, he mentally charted the height, distance to, and width of the window. Then he estimated the length of the metal rod. The large hook at the end could be cut out of the equation if he held it pointing up.

Theoretically speaking, if he could somehow get to the rod, grab it, change his position so that he would be running straight at the window from a distance of at least five meters, and manage to vault over the sill with the use of the highly-stacked compartments. He'd done it countless times before with his hammer. Though it still wouldn't be quite the same.

But Lavi was desperate. Desperate enough to try for that extremely low chance that he might get everything to line up, bam!bam!bam!, out the window and to freedom! From his memory, Lavi knew that on the other side of the wall was the dock. With quick physics calculations done mentally, Lavi figured that the trajectory would land him in the harbor, where the water would both keep him from turning into a rabbit-pancake on the pavement and give him an alternate escape route. Assuming, of course, that he even got through the window first.

Everything sped through his mind, taking all of a split second to process. There was no time. It was now or never. And Lavi did not want to know the consequences of 'never.'

With a sudden leap, Lavi reached the metal rod in two long strides, grabbing the pole in the middle and kicking off the wall, knocking down the people who had leaped after him. Twirling the pole until the large hook was positioned at the top, he charged. He needed to get through the mass of police officers in order to get into the correct angle.

The metal rod stood easily at twice his height and it would have been very heavy if any othe person had held it. But Lavi, used to his top-heavy hammer and long-since adapted to the weight, had no problem using the blunt end as a sort of pike-battering-ram, successfully clearing the way with a yell of triumph. With some difficulty, he spun around, adjusting his hands into the position the redhead had seen atheletes take before pole-vaulting. That was extent of his experience in pole-vaulting. Spectator.

The Special Forces officers didn't seem to want to stop him. They kept far to the sides, away from where they might be accidently hit by Lavi's metal stick. They did try to shoot, but only cautiously, afraid that their bullets might ricochet off the rod, spinning with centrifugal force.

'No resistance?' Lavi thought, 'That's no fun. Though it would work out perfectly for me in the end!'

Sucking in a quick breath, he ran forward, the blunt end of the pole out in front of him, prepared to plant itself into a point in the ground that would send the redhead flying up and over. The cry that issued from his lips was that of a warrior in battle. He was fighting for his freedom, wasn't he?

Leaping nimbly up onto the first compartment, he gathered his lost speed, making a run for the second. The end of that compartment would be the vertex point of his flight. So far, nothing had gone wrong...

Not even paying attention anymore to the bullets that followed him harmlessly, never hitting their mark, he reached the second compartment. He leaped up onto it, trying to lose as little speed as possible. Strange that no one had tried to stop him yet, he thought to himself. The end of the compartment was in sight and between two ridges on the surface was where the end of the pole would go.

Bringing the metal rod forward, he placed it and hoped for the best. Next thing he knew, he was flying, though not exactly on the path he had originally calculated. It was going to be close. Lavi knew he would be a little bit short of the distance. He'd misjudged the flexibility of the vaulting pole. Because it had been built for handling and supporting the weight of heavier objects, it had been more sturdy and less flexible. The extra spring that might have made his aim perfectly distanced was impossible in this case.

Though he would be a little short, all he had to do was reach for and grab the edge, pull himself through and out!

'No way,' the ecstatic redhead thought proudly to himself, 'I'm actually going to make it through...'

The grin spread over his features as he realized that freedom was just a few seconds away! The pain in his leg barely even registered anymore, what with all the adrenaline of the moment almost completely dousing the fire. Reaching for the window, he let out a crow of victory, freedom in sight and the threat no longer present...

...when something black suddenly swept across his vision. Next thing he knew, he was falling back down to the ground where he had come from, landing with a metallic thud on every compartment he consecutively rolled off of.

The moment he touched the floor at ground level, he was pounced on mercilessly...

---

...Lavi was almost ashamed by the fact that he had been defeated in that last moment. He had not even seen the exorcist coming at him! If only he'd had...

With a huff of annoyance, Lavi leaned his head back against the side of the truck's interior wall with a dejected thunk. All around him, he saw captured mafia members, some in better condition than others, all similarly ensnared. He couldn't care less about them. They were criminals, every last one of them. Not to mention they had never treated him particularly well here when he had been masquerading as a naïve wannabe-member anyway.

The wall behind him began vibrating as the truck started up and began moving, taking them ever forwards to their impending doom. All Lavi could do was sit there and wait as he was delivered straight into the jaws of the beast.

"Aw man, why me..." he groaned pitifully, his face displaying almost comical sorrow and self-pity.

Someone laughed. Lavi looked up to look across the space to meet the eyes of dark-skinned man with wild, dark hair covering the strange forehead scars and veiling the mischievous, gold eyes. His lips were stretched in a lopsided smirk, the white teeth and especially the sharp canines standing out against the dark skin.

"You too, Lavi? Looks like they didn't spare anyone, even a kid like you," the man laughed. Though his posture was laid-back and relaxed, the rest of the people immediately tensed and grew silent as he spoke. The boss was speaking.

The silence dragged on as the mafia leader shifted into a more comfortable position.

"When I find out who ratted us out..." The sentence was left hanging. There was no need to finish it. They'd all seen enough examples to know what would happen to the wretched turncoat when he was found.

The Portuguese man continued to smirk. Finally, he laughed, the sound echoing in the small room. It did nothing to dispel the sense of foreboding.

"What're you guys getting all tense for? Don't believe in your old pal, Tyki, anymore? I'll get you guys outta here, I promise! But bad puppies must be punished, wouldn't you agree? Or else it'll give a bad example to all the other puppies."

For the rest of the journey, there was not a single sound save for the occasional exhale of smoke from Tyki Mikk. Silence hung unbroken in the air. Silent as the grave into which they were heading.

---

They were pushed into a single-file line and linked at the cuffs with chains. Lavi was feeling thoroughly sick with dread now as they were led out the back of the truck and into the heavy, double doors of the city prison. Oh crap, any minute now...

The doors closed behind them and the light of the moon was abruptly cut off, leaving them standing in pure darkness in a long hallway that echoed with their dragging footsteps and dangling chains.

The door at the other end opened to admit them, the light at the end of the tunnel. Lavi screwed his eye shut as he passed the threshold, before tentatively taking a peek at the comparably bright room they were now in, squinting as he got used to light. Only to immediately close his eye again in an attempt to deny the truth.

It took all of his self-control not to jump out of his skin as he confirmed his fears. It was official. Lavi began saying his prayers.

For there, standing demurely in the corner, hands folded into sleeves, puffing on his pipe, was Bookman.

How strange, even comical, that one could be so afraid of this tiny Chinese man with strange eye make-up, a top-knot, and earrings. But then again, not everyone had been exposed to the horrors that Lavi had experienced too many times in his life. Bookman was fully capable of putting him in the hospital for a week. And demanding that Lavi finish his work at the same time. The man was brutal. Brutal. No mercy whatsoever.

Lavi tried to inconspicuously hide behind the man in front in all his 177-cm-glory. It didn’t help that he was twice the guy's height.

It was then that Bookman’s eyes shifted to meet his.

Lavi froze, the expression of a child caught stealing cookies from the jar displayed on his face. The black-painted eyes narrowed.

Struggling to keep the rising panic under control, Lavi tried not to think about how dead he was going to be. Instead, he focused on maintaining his character and playing his part right up till the end. It might gain him some mercy later on. Not that Bookman had ever given him mercy ever before. But a guy could hope, couldn't he?

With his life flashing before his eyes, Lavi turned his head forward and stared, concentrating on placing one foot in front of the other. He passed the old man, ignoring his teacher as best he could and trying not to flinch, sweat beading on his brow under the intensity of the look that was zeroed in on him. As soon as he passed through the opposite doorway, he sighed in relief. Death postponed. For now.

---

"I will ask you again. Which one among you is the leader?"

There was no reply from the mafia crammed in the cell, specially positioned in the middle of the room so that police could surround them from all sides. Tyki was leisurely smoking in the center of the cage, apparently not paying any attention to the interrogator. No one had yet dared to try taking away his smoking privileges after he’d nearly caused one officer to have a nervous breakdown just by staring him down.

The police officer who had asked the question looked back at Leverrier. They'd gone at this for more than half an hour and to no avail. There had been no information, no matter how they threatened them and no matter how they tried to coax it out of them. To the imprisoned men, Tyki Mikk was much more dangerous and threatening than the whole police force combined. None of them was going to speak up anytime soon.

"... Fuck this."

BAM!

The bars of the cage rattled and groaned with the sheer force of the kick, sending the prisoners leaping away from the shivering metal in shock.

Apparently, no one had noticed that the black-cloaked exorcist had tagged along. They did now. The officers and guards had started when the exorcist had moved forward, but at a motion from Leverrier, they calmed. It did not pass anyone's notice that they distinctly moved back a step, giving the youth his room.

Lavi grimaced in his corner of the jail cell. As much as he would love to be anywhere but in a cage with about 30 mafia inmates, including a highly unpredictable sadist of a boss, the redhead knew he had to maintain his persona. There was a chance his character could still be useful. Even so, the fact that the Panda was boring holes into the back of his head from his vantage point in the corner of the room did not help his current situation at all.

The exorcist boy straightened, regarding the prisoners with a cool, superior look, daring them to try something. He was the same raven-haired youth from before. Lavi made a point to never get on the guy's bad side. If he even had a good side and a bad side to begin with. And if he lived through this experience. Lavi shrank even more into his tiny corner feeling thoroughly sorry for himself.

The raven-haired youth fingered the hilt of his sword.

"Answer the question. Or you can not. I don't particularly give a damn when I can begin using you as target practice." There was something about the way he said it and the cold, hard steel of his eyes that left no doubt in the hearts of those looking on that he would go through with every last word he spoke.

One of the police officers lifted a hand and opened his mouth as if to intervene, glancing at the Commander for permission. The man was grinning in amusement. Before the officer even had a chance to make a move, quiet chuckling rose from the center of the room, raising hairs on the backs of necks.

Tyki Mikk rose from his comfortable seated position, still laughing through the cigarette, fixing his amber gaze on the dark exorcist. It was a lazy yet decidedly calculating look that never left the man's eyes. Unnerving, unblinking. To the exorcist's credit, he didn't so much as blink, challenging the man right on back.

Rising slowly, never once breaking eye contact, the dark-skinned man took his time advancing towards the bars of the cell, smoke trailing behind in his wake, silvery against his chocolate skin. His subordinates parted like the Red Sea before him, shrinking away from the dangerous glint in their boss' eyes.

Tyki Mikk stopped right in front of the exorcist, his mouth curled into a smirk, eyes still challenging, gaze unbroken, the metal bars the only thing separating the two.

Standing across from each other, the dark man towered over the other. He seemed to be trying to use this height difference to his advantage, looking condescendingly down at the youth with a smug, superior air about him. The raven-haired boy did not take the bait, instead choosing to glare through his bangs up at the man, head lifted high in defiance.

"You called?" the man said, holding his cigarette between two fingers. "You must be one of those elite soldiers. Exorcist, was it? Of the Black Order? Rather catchy."

Leverrier's smile widened.

"Excellent." Turning to an officer, he signalled for him to continue.

The officer nodded, stepping forward. Before he could do anything more than open his mouth, Tyki cleared his throat.

"I have no business with you," he said, addressing the Commander. "Frankly, I find you rather uninteresting. I'd rather not waste my time, sorry." Leverrier looked as if he'd been slapped, beady red eyes wide in disbelief at the insult he'd just been dealt. The dark man grinned at the expression.

"Now then," he said, turning back to the exorcist, who had not moved from his stance, "after asking that I reveal myself so nicely, I suppose I should introduce myself. Tyki Mikk, at your service." He gave a mock bow.

Straightening and giving the black-haired exorcist a look up and down, Tyki mulled silently before calmly stating, "You know.." He paused, taking a drag on his cigarette thoughfully, chewing on the end.

"...You really look like a girl."

Silence.

"..."

Criminals and officers alike stared in horror. He hadn't... he hadn't really just said that, had he? All eyes turned onto the exorcist. The youth hadn't moved a muscle. His eyes were hidden behind his bangs, so there was no telling what kind of expression he had. But a malevolent aura had almost visibly formed around the black-haired boy, radiating evil potential. Tyki, despite the situation, looked like he was enjoying himself.

The silence stretched uncomfortably on until...

"... I’m... gonna kill you..."

With a brilliant flash of steel, out came the Japanese sword and forward leaped the police with an alarmed cry while the prisoners leaped for the farthest end of the cage, begging for mercy, as Lavi did the complete opposite and sprang towards the center of the cell, yelling for fear of being trampled to death, while Leverrier's eye twitched and Bookman closed his dark-rimmed eyes and let out a combination smoke-sigh. All in the space of three seconds.

And Tyki Mikk? He just stood there and laughed for all he was worth, even as a lethal blade swung towards him, getting just close enough to nick the skin at his throat before being pulled back by the force of five guards.

"Exorcist-sir!" one bold guard shouted. "Please put away your weapon! We do not allow any maiming of prisoners during the interrogation process without prior permission from superior officers in charge!" Said guard missed having his head split in half by mere millimeters, which was a relief, but the huge hunk of hair that drifted dejectedly to the floor reminded everyone just how close the guy had come to pushing daisies somewhere in the county church's cemetary. The prospect was definitely not charming. Afterwards, the guard would be admitted into the local hospital for trauma and nervous breakdown.

Nothing seemed to be calming the raging, black tornado. Eyes turned a shade of coal-black fury, the black-haired exorcist was a right terror to behold, all his youth and pretty features be damned. He surged forward like an angry panther, the air hissing through his teeth while the guards struggled to keep the boy away from the grinning mafia boss.

“"Sir, this is an order! Please put away your sword or we will have to use force to—," In one sweeping motion, all the guards were thrown to the floor. The officers scrambled and tripped over one another, still trying to maintain the sword's distance between prisoner and exorcist.

To their surprise, the youth didn't move in for the attack.

"... Tch. Whatever." Sheathing his sword, he turned abruptly around and headed for the door, plowing through the horde of guards in his way. They said nothing and made way for the raven-haired youth. After that display of potential, they'd wisely decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to provoke the kid.

"How rude," came the silky voice that stopped the exorcist in his tracks. "I gave you my name so it should only be fair that you give me yours as well. Where are your manners, boy?"

Lavi saw a gloved hand clench into a tight fist. As a guard shoved a gun barrel at Tyki Mikk in warning, the pony-tailed head swung around to stare down the dark man.

"Kanda. It's Kanda." The murderous intent in his eyes told everything without words. Tyki matched it, eye for eye. The feelings were mutual.

I will kill you next time we meet.

---

Lavi's knuckles were white from clinging onto the chairseat in terror. It was nearly incomprehensible how a little, old man half your height could be the single most terrifying thing in the world. To the unfamiliar person, that is.

To Lavi, the apprentice whom had had to live and work under this man for more than a decade, it was as if he were confronting the devil himself.

Giving a huge sigh of relief, he peeked at his fuming master through his firey hair. Thankfully, Bookman seemed to be calming down. And hey, the damage wasn’t too bad. Just a few kicks to the head and gut and a few years shaved off of his life from sheer terror, but hey, not bad at all.

Lavi had definitely suffered worse. At least he wasn't being given sentences or something. An eerie childhood recollection of an eight-year-old self writing sentences on seemingly endless rolls of parchment with a watchful Bookman sitting beside him came up in his mind. Lavi hurriedly put that away with mental consolations of think happy thoughts caroling through his mind instead.

The two guards assigned to watch over this special meeting looked like they wanted to laugh their heads off. When Panda wasn't looking, Lavi gave them the finger.

Bookman's tired voice interrupted his thoughts,

"Lavi. Your role is not yet completely useless. Continue to play your part and see what else you can find. Use that brain of yours, my idiot apprentice, and try not to make too much of a mess."

Lavi nodded his head eagerly. Wow, he was getting off pretty easy, wasn't he? Either Panda was in a good mood or the information that Lavi had retrieved had been enough to lessen his punishment. Amazingly enough.

"When you return, tell them you were interrogated. Make sure your character is intact," Bookman continued.

"Yessir!" The goofy grin on the redhead's face made the old man frown.

"... Don’t think you're completely forgiven, Lavi. We'll have to see about sentences after this mission is over."

The redhead's face blanched. The guards sniggered to themselves in the corner.

---

Tyki Mikk leaned against the bars of his cage. He'd been put into isolation in his own cell and looked to be stuck in a high-security vault of sorts. Typical. But he supposed he should be a little pleased with himself for having such fame as to be at high-security level.

A lazy eye regarded his surroundings. There was only one, steel-enforced door in the room with a small round window, accessible from both outside and inside by keypad, thumbprint and retina scan. Tyki guessed it also took weight into account, but he couldn't be sure. There were two guards stationed on either side of the door, armed and at attention. Within the room itself were four guards at each of the four corners, changing places clockwise every ten minutes. Tyki had no idea why they had to go to such pains.

He himself was in a cage at the center, much like the one they had been contained in during the interrogation.

Reaching into his coat, he drew out a cigarette from the pack he had stashed in an inside pocket earlier and put it to his mouth. The amber eyes glinted in anticipation.

'Game start.'

---

Kanda closed the door, leaving the room in darkness. As his eyes grew accustomed to the lighting, he made for the bed, sinking down onto it. Damn it, he was tired. But sleeping was out of the question. Though his body was tired, Kanda’s thoughts were racing. There was no way he'd be sleeping anytime soon.

Giving a growl of annoyance, he propped his katana up against the wall beside him and drew his legs up off the floor. He leaned his head back, cursing softly when his horsetail dug into the back of his head. Closing his eyes, he forced his thoughts to slow as his breathing evened out. Meditation was always a successful method of calming and disciplining himself.

Despite himself, his eyes flashed open at the thought of that dark-skinned, gold-eyed man. Just thinking about the criminal made his blood boil and his teeth grind. If anything, the single, sure-fire way to get Kanda to have the greatest grudge against you was to insult his pride. The dark mafia boss had done just that.

Sighing quietly, the black-haired youth closed his eyes again, concentrating on his breathing. No sense in getting too riled up over some idiot prisoner. Chances were, the man would be executed within the month. Illegal dealings and smugglings could get you the capital punishment these days. With all kinds of dangerous materials and weapons being developed, sold, and used by the underworld organizations, stakes had been running high for the past fifty years. The government had to retaliate somehow.

Kanda had to admit though, killing off dealers wasn't a very systematic way of solving the problem. The weapons were still developed and were still used. Killing the distributors did nothing against the production. Corrupted men and their desire for power and so-called justice by way of violence. Despicable. Of course, Kanda wasn't one to talk. He killed for a living.

Suddenly, a blaring red siren cut through the atmosphere. Blue eyes immediately flashed open as gloved hands reached for the sword beside him. Back on duty again. Really, these police officers couldn't do anything properly. Tch, how annoying.

But the voice that crackled into focus over the speaker made Kanda freeze. The siren hardly registered in his mind anymore as his ears strained towards the garbled words of the speaker.

A hand tightened its grip on the sword.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I would like to propose a little game to settle our differences..."

The smirk that tugged at his lips finally won over. Taking to the floor in one movement and pulling open the door, Kanda left with only a quiet swish of black cloth.

"I accept your challenge, Tyki Mikk."

---

To be continued.

~Tsuki-chan

[AU - D. Gray-man] Call of Duty: Prologue

2008-11-13T07:49:09Z

I Have Decided.

2008-06-02T20:20:55Z

Going to go app Neji. Because someone needs to be Neji. ♥~

And of course, that will mean rereading the entire Naruto series and doing research and all. And then, because he's going to be AU, will need to think up his history and lifestory too.

At NG, hm. I've got something thought up for Kanda, but I'm not completely sure how I want to execute it. And I've also got a couple of muses that I must think about apping for there.

And now, I just need to do the apps. Not going to reserve yet because that means making a deadline for myself and I hate deadlines. Plus, I've kind of been banned from the computer for a week (I'm sneaking on right now... >_>), so I won't be able to get the app done much until next week. Plenty of time for thought.

~Tsuki-chan

wolfmoon_tsuki @ 2008-05-19T15:06:00

2008-05-19T22:14:26Z

...Uh yeah. Under a cut to save everyone from evil, horrid artwork...

As promised, Mercury fanart. Uh...done without references because I'm so very lazy...>.>;; I'll do a better one later, I promise! I forgot the gloves....

And another one that is unrelated to RPG...

Yep. It was for my creative writing story. That sucked. Ignore it please. It's so unfinished...

~Tsuki-chan

ladedaaaa~

2008-05-13T07:55:51Z

Heh. Meme. I confess, I'm bored. Cramming is only interesting for so long. Higurashi pwns.

questionwords☼meme

~Tsuki-chan

Chaos. Joy.

2008-05-09T07:32:55Z

THAT IS IT. I am going on hiatus. I haven't been doing much on RPG anyway and I'm behind in tags. Not to mention my email tags have only just now decided to work. A much needed break shall commence. For I am going to fail in three classes if I do not be careful. And that would just be sad and incredibly pathetic.

Yes, I was smart and said that my reservation at Neogenesis expired on the 8th. I lied. It expires on the 10th. And I'm still not done with Kanda's app. No idea what I'm going to do with that.

Funny how, even though I'm dying from devoting my time to so many different things, I still torture myself. Hypocrite. Which is why...

Poison Apple is the most awesome Death Note fanfiction I've read so far. The plot, the PLOT. And the way all the characters are written... I'm mind-blown. Gah. Though there are definitely drawbacks, it is still very intense and worth the read. Hell, just Act III alone makes it worthwhile to read through all 21 chapters of awesome! Light is a bastard. And so is L. (But Light's the bigger bastard.) Now, stick them together. Then take L's three successors (MxM action also) and mix them in. What do you get? A twisted, dark fairytale AU. Love it.

Right, shall go make that hiatus post now. And go do homework so I don't end up going to sleep at 3 again. Like I basically have been for about a week. I really really hate it when my mom screams at me. It's very distracting. Headaches are not a desired side effect either.

~Tsuki-chan

It's contagious, whut.

2008-05-07T06:38:23Z

I think I'm getting sick as well. Damn. But it's probably my fault anyway for sleeping so little for so many days in a row. >.>;;

I am so behind in RP it's not even funny. But I seriously don't feel like catching up on tags and the such. Might scan the f-list a bit, but that's about it. My brain died in terms of RP. Come to think of it, my reservation for Kanda at Neogenesis ends in about two days. And I'm still not finished with it. Sad, I know.

On a more random note, I just received this email.

Subject: MY THIRD & FINAL MAIL TO YOU! (Ahem. I think it was more than three. And this was what you said in the previous email.)

Address:33 Bedford Row
London WC1R 4JH, England
PARTNER MANAGING
Email:Barr_smith25@live.com
DAVID SMITH & ASSOCIATES
LONDON - UK.

Attention:
On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of Late Engr. Jurgen Krugger. I once again try to notify you as my earlier letter was returned undelivered. I hereby attempt to reach you again by this same email address on the WILL. I wish to notify you that late Jurge Krugger made you a beneficiary in his WILL. He left the sum of Thirty Million, One Hundred Thousand Dollars (USD$30, 100.000.00) to you in the Codicil and last testament to his WILL.

This may sound strange and unbelievable to you, but it is real and true. Being a widely travelled man, he said he met you sometime in the past or simply you were nominated to him by one of his numerous friends abroad who wished you good, I am not too sure again. Jurgen Krugger until his death was a member of the Helicopter Society and the Institute of Electronic & Electrical Engineers and a German property magnate. He was a very dedicated christian who loved to give out alms to the poor,hungry and needy. His great philanthropy earned him numerous awards during his life time. Late Jurgen Krugger died on the 13th day of December, 2004 at the age of 80 years, and his WILL is now ready for execution after 3 years and thorough investigations.

According to him, this money is to support your humanitarian/medical activities and to help the poor and the needy in our society. Please if I reach you as I am hopeful, endeavor to get back to me as soon as possible to enable me conclude my job. I hope to hear from you in no distant time.
Note: You are advised to contact me with my personal email address below:

I await your prompt response and please keep this very discrete and to yourself until the transfer of the funds to you is finalised.
Yours in Service,
BARRISTER DAVID SMITH ESQ.
PRINCIPAL PARTNERS
PARTNERS: Barrister Aidan Walsh.Esq, Markus Wolfgang, Mr. John Marvey Esq, Mr. Jerry Smith Esq

UTS CRICOS Provider Code: 00099F
DISCLAIMER: This email message and any accompanying attachments may contain confidential information. If you are not the intended recipient, do not read, use, disseminate, distribute or copy this message or attachments. If you have received this message in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete this message. Any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender, except where the sender expressly, and with authority, states them to be the views of the University of Technology Sydney. Before opening any attachments, please check them for viruses and defects.

Think. Green. Do.

Please consider the environment before printing this email.

...Right. Whoever it is sent me about five emails telling me about this. Five emails to my SCHOOL EMAIL. It's kind of funny. I seriously doubt I am the person mentioned in the email.

Is going to BS homework again. I have a feeling that I'm failing in class. (No kidding.)

~Tsuki-chan

DN Personality Test

2008-05-05T16:27:08Z

Whoa. That's all I have to say. Jacked this from acidrica .

Your Score: INTP

You scored 100% introversion, 100% intuition, 71% thinking, and 21% judging!

ABOUT THE TEST

This personality test is heavily based on the Kiersey Sorter. In essence, it measures your personality across four variables: Introversion-Extraversion, Intuition-Sensing, Thinking-Feeling and Judging-Percieving. There are both positive and negative attributes to each of the traits.

Introversion-Extraversion: Generally, people who score high on "introversion" are reserved, quiet people who keep to themselves whereas people who score low on "introversion" are outgoing, friendly people who are extraverts.
Intuition-Sensing: People who score high on "intuition" are guided by gut instinct, they go on intuition as opposed to people who score low on this trait, who prefer to rely on established fact and their senses, rather than their own belief.
Thinking-Feeling: People with high scores on "thinking" rely more on their head to make decisions, whereas people who score low on "thinking" rely more on their heart to guide them. (Note: this has no bearing on a person's intelligence level; it merely refers to the way in which they make desicions.)
Judging-Percieving: People who score high "judging" are firm, decisisive people, whereas people who score low on this trait are flexible, accomodating people.

YOUR RESULTS

Stats: Approximately 4% of population.
DN characters with this type: L.
In a nutshell: "A love of problem-solving."

Desciption: Logical, original, creative thinkers. Can become very excited about theories and ideas. Exceptionally capable and driven to turn theories into clear understandings. Highly value knowledge, competence and logic. Quiet and reserved, hard to get to know well. Individualistic, having no interest in leading or following others.

The category write-ups displayed here are not entirely my own; some of this info has been taken from personalitypage.com and some from changingminds.org, both of which are excellent sources of information about personality types. The test questions came in part from Please Understand Me II, another excellent source of information about personality types. Finally, if you'd like an incredibly detailed essay on your personality type, try typelogic.com who have a serious level of detail for anyone wanting to know more about this subject.

The Deathnote pics were made by me using scans by TOWNL and from deathgod.org. Thanks to LateNiteSlacker and Uchiha_Shadow for helping me categorize the various characters.

Thanks for taking my test, I hope you enjoyed!

Link: The Jung Type Death Note Test written by the_hamster on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test
View My Profile(the_hamster)

~Tsuki-chan

wolfmoon_tsuki @ 2008-05-04T10:05:00

2008-05-04T17:07:30Z

WHAT THE @#$%@ AM I DOING WITH NEAR?! [Is pulling out hair here]

...Out of curiosity, how old do you think I am based on how I act? Those who already know my age ARE NOT ALLOWED TO REPLY!! XD

EDIT: Holy... It seriously has become a discussion...

~Tsuki-chan

Something akin to late-night ranting, but not quite...

2008-05-02T08:15:09Z

...It's only 1:00 am anyway, so it doesn't count...why yes I'm an insomniac, shutup. You can tell my teachers love me.

This is bad. I got obsessed with two manga series. My life is flying away...

But geez, Dogs is such a good series. Damn, I feel muses coming up. And I'm rereading Basilisk, so there are a ton of muses piling up.

Nabari no Ou is cute. Gives me a break from all the blood and gore I keep reading. ...Okay, it gives me a break from TOO much blood and gore... And ninjas, yo!~

I'm gonna die. AND OH YEAH, THE WORLD ENDED YESTERDAY. It is now a Post-Apocalyptic world for me. 'Cept I missed it...

AND I REALLY NEED TO DO A NARUTO CHARACTER NAO. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! WHY NO MANGA THIS WEEK?! DAMN YOU, GOLDEN WEEEEEEEK!!!

Okay, I'll spare you all anymore ranting... Should try to go to sleep now... Hm. Today I was actually in a good mood...

~Tsuki-chan

late-night rant .01

2008-04-30T08:39:22Z

I wonder when I'll actually get to finishing my profile page.

DAMN. I'm committing suicide. Reservations for both Neogenesis AND Discedo. I stack the blame all on the plot bunnies. I swear they're evil and trying to take over the world. At least the RPG world.

Oh yeah! The world is ending today. About 12 hours from now. But that's just me.

JAY CHOU, WHUT. Nunchucks. Connect the dots. Annoyingly catchy. ANNOYINGLY so. Suppose I should congratulate the Instructors for choosing such a catchy song to use with our nunchucks form. So very...coincidental.

...I just found out that 'epically' is not a word. But 'epical' is. Though I am way too lazy to go check to see if this word as the same definition as the intended one for the neologism before. Too bad. I'm using 'epically' and that's that.

To those who have me on their f-lists. I'm sorry for pointless rants. Especially the late-night ones that I do while BSing homework. I have multiple personalities that come out under different circumstances and it just so happens that sleep-deprived, homework-induced personality = THIS.

And while I'm here spamming the f-lists: I AM IN NEED OF AN EPIC MUSE. MY MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES DEMAND IT.

I promise from next rant on, I'll put them under cuts. Promise. (But that won't count for much because I believe strongly in self-contradiction and hypocrisy...)

How's My Driving?

2008-04-29T22:21:33Z

Yeah well. Figured I should post something like this sometime soon. So, basically, rant away about how I play my characters and whether you think I'm doing okay or not. You can flame, but I will reply.

Constructive criticism is welcome as well as suggestions. All comments are anonymous.

Characters I Play: (all at Econtra)

KANDA YUU [AU]
KURAMA [OU]
NEAR [OU]
ICHIMOKU REN [OU]

Please specify which character.

RANDOM EPIPHANY: I've only been RPing for three months...in my whole life...O.O Dang...

FIRST ENTRY IN WHUT, 8 WEEKS?!!

2008-04-29T08:45:29Z

Hey yo. I'm surprised at myself. I seriously thought my OOC journal would kind of splutter and die. Which it kind of did. But then it came back to life 2 days ago.

Anyways, the world is ending Wednesday afternoon.

Nunchucks hurt. Yeah. Owch. And Instructor-dear, making us do the damn form fifty times in a row is only ONE of the many possible ways to beat it into our heads. Along with the kendo stick. Thanks for that. That did my shoulder a whole bunch o' good. I swear, if this ends up impeding my ~~nonexistent~~ RPing, I will KILL. ...

...It's 1:30 am. And I have no idea why I'm still up writing my first entry to my OOC journal in 8 weeks when I should be doing ~~aka BSing~~ my homework.

I think RP is going to kill me someday. But that'd be a good way to go. As opposed to drowning in work and activities and schedules and stupid stuff...

WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THE CHARACTER DROPPING?!

Okay, I'm done now. I think I should post a..a...that feedback-y thingie that enables others to comment on how I play my characters... *is sad that no one responds to Kurama's posts anymore* *is also sad that Near hasn't gotten his donuts yet* *in contrary, is happeh that Enma Ai is here so Ren can plot to send a bajilion people to Hell...>8D*

~Tsuki-chan

RPG!! and news...XD

2008-02-26T22:27:14Z

Yes, I know. I should be posting another one-shot soon. I've already got three one-shots running that I must finish. XD Soooo, just some shoutout thing I felt like annoying the heck outta everyone here with. ^_^ My b-day was yesterday! Thank you to masatchi for the awesome b-day fic! ^_^ <3 <3 Also, anyone who can give me a good plot bunneh for LaviYuu one-shot will be welcomed and loved! Go for it! XD

On a separate note, I have recently joined the RPG community called Econtra here on LJ! econtra_rpg
I am the AU!Kanda Yuu! So, just wondering, would anyone like to come and be my Lavi? There is currently no OU!Lavi or AU!Lavi, so we really, really, really need a Lavi. There is an OU!Kanda, but see, he's asexual. So that's no good. *evil smirk*

This requires commitment and time, but please consider it! We all love RP-ing our favorite pairing! My character journal is blacklotussutra
You can go check it out if you want! ^_^

Long live LaviYuu!!!~

~Tsuki-chan

Happy (late) V-day!

2008-02-16T01:39:26Z

I feel I should post. Sorry it's late!

Title: One Heartfelt, Rainy Day
Pairing(s): Lavi/Kanda Yuu, some Allen/Linali, just because. XD I only recently came to the dark side and got into shounen-ai (can’t even take yaoi that well) so bear with the het pairing.
Rating: PG, I guess.
Warning: Attempted and possibly horrible fluff, humor, Kanda-torture (in a good way XD. We all know how much Lavi enjoys torturing Kanda), and probably some altogether bad plot line and writing in general.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I totally own D. Gray-man, that’s why I’m here posting fanfiction about my own creation and not working on the new manga chapter. (Of course I don’t own it…)
Summary: It is the 14th day of the 2nd month of the year and Kanda is convinced that everyone at the Order is intent on getting enrolled in a mental asylum. They were spazzing over sweets for Kami’s sake! What he doesn’t know is that he’s in for some major insanity himself, in the form of a loving and very hyper rabbit.
A/N: Aw man, I’m late by a day! Forgive me for that, my muse was threatening to abandon me! I haven’t written fanfiction in about a year. This is my first fiction for this pairing, so please comment and criticize! My muse and plot bunnehs tend to come rather infrequently, but somehow, they managed to stay with me long enough to finish this one-shot. Much thanks to my buddehs (you know who you are) for helping me capture my plot bunneh and get my muse back! I had a field day with this story. Enjoy! <3

---

It was a beautiful (rainy) day and the Order was abuzz in the wonderful tradition of this 14th day of the 2nd month of the year. All who were currently at the Order were busy giving and receiving gifts, eating chocolates and sweets, or confessing love.

Komui had insisted that everyone take a break and revel in the joys of St. Valentine’s Day. (Though everyone knew he was probably just trying to escape his duties yet again.) Funny how he also insisted on accompanying Linali everywhere. With a machete that doubled as a drill.

Yet it was no wonder, with all the sweets and love in the air, that the one person who absolutely refused to participate in the all-around joy was a certain sweets-hating, anti-social exorcist, Kanda Yuu. Indeed, if it weren’t for Lavi’s persistent squabbling and Linali’s patient but firm opinion, he would have gone out, rain or not, and trained until the insanity of the Order had died down. Yet even if he did stubbornly refuse to be swayed, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. Komui had banned everyone from leaving the building. He’d even gone so far as to install giant locks on each and every one of the doors and windows. Kanda had a hunch that the crazy scientist had done that specifically for him.

    Growling slightly, Kanda entered the mess hall, intent on destroying something and glaring bad-temperedly at all who stared at him. Jerry, who was busy making exotic dishes in honor of the special day, saw the black-haired exorcist and hailed him loudly. After glancing at the expression on the exorcist’s face, he promptly abandoned his previous work and took up the process of making the Japanese’s favorite dish, soba.

    Silently thanking the heavens that there was someone here with some level of sanity, Kanda settled down to wait for his breakfast. Only to be interrupted by the pounce-attack of a rabbit from behind.

“Get off, baka usagi!”

Lavi glanced at his annoyed friend. Grinning at the thoroughly pissed expression on his face, Lavi replied joyfully,

“Awe, is Yuu-chan mad ‘cause he didn’t get any chocolate?” Actually, he’s probably mad because he got chocolate…,’‘ thought Lavi, but that was besides the point.

“Like hell I am!” came the enraged reply. Noticing that Kanda’s right hand was twitching towards the sword strapped to his waist, Lavi decided that now would be a good time to get off lest he end up becoming diced rabbit meat.

    Bouncing off, Lavi immediately scooted a safe distance away, just out of sword reach. Kanda, after having realized that the annoying redhead wasn’t going to move off anytime soon, growled and glared at him, a inquiry in his eyes that said “tell me why you’re still here or else…” Lavi gladly complied in exchange for a minute more of living.

“Yuu-chan, do you know what day this is?” he asked thoughtfully, turning his head to the side and noticing a white-haired head striding purposefully up to Linali and her machete-wielding harbringer of deat-- er, love.

“Obviously a day during which everyone insists on acting mentally retarded,” Kanda commented dryly. He spared a glance towards to kitchen to see if his soba was ready.

    Meanwhile, Lavi had begun to smile mischievously as he watched the Bean Sprout walk shakily up to Linali, stumble over his words, and in the end hastily produce a nicely-wrapped parcel, offering it up to Linali with a bow and a blush. He saw Linali gasp in delight, light pink spreading across her cheeks before she accepted the gift happily.

“Even Linali’s gone crazy!” said a very disbelieving Kanda as he followed Lavi’s gaze. He had thought Linali was beyond that, being one of the sanest people in the entire Order! They both watched as Allen straightened up, then gingerly planted a light kiss on Linali’s cheek, immediately pulling away and flushing. The surrounding finders cheered and Linali never looked happier. Of course, he’d done it at exactly the precise moment when Reever came and distracted Komui with accusations of slacking off to which the scientist responded with much crying and much drama. So Allen could live for a while longer. Lavi’s grin was full-fledged now, and when he saw the expression on Kanda’s face, he couldn’t help but crack up.

    Kanda glared at the hysterically laughing redhead, pissed off at how stupid and insane everyone was and how the idiot was laughing at him with absolutely no regard for his life and no intention of letting up. This was a crime! Nobody ever laughed at him without receiving dire punishment!

    So, completely forgetting about his breakfast and struggling to get over the embarrassment of having to watch the Moyashi make a move on Linali, Kanda drew Mugen and yelled bloody murder, laced with quite a marvelously colorful dose of bilingual swearing. The surrounding vicinity of at least 5 meters was immediately cleared and the rest of the hall’s heart went out to the poor redhead as he was chased out of the hall by a sword-happy and very intensely annoyed Yuu-chan.

---

    Kanda had finally found an empty hallway where no blushing, stumbling confessions were being made or any annoying gift-giving complete with kisses and hugs were in process. It was now nearing evening and he was keeping away from everyone in hopes that he wouldn’t have to be forced to join the celebration that Komui had planned for the night. He found himself looking at the sole window (locked of course) with several small fantasies of breaking it in some way and escaping from this hellhole of flying hearts and mushiness in general with an uncharacteristic shout of triumph and possibly some maniacal laughter for good measure.

    Unfortunately, he never managed to make his fantasies a reality, because he was once again disrupted by a flying rabbit.
“I finally found you, Yuu-chaaaaaaaan~,” cried a horribly sugar-high Lavi. Kanda grimaced at the sugar-induced ball of energy that his friend had become. Shaking him off, he asked what the hell he wanted.

    Lavi pretended to be hurt by his Yuu-chan’s reaction.

“But, Yuu-chaaaaaaan~,” he wailed piteously. Kanda was not amused. He demanded that Lavi state his business before he ran him through with Mugen and throw him out the window.

“Now. Or die,” he emphasized while fingering the hilt of his sword. Lavi got to the point.

“I never told you what day it was today.”

“WHAT?! THAT’S ALL YOU WANTED TO TELL ME!?”

Lavi grinned. “Of course not, Yuu-chan! I also came to tell you that I looooooove Yuu-chan!!!”

A tick appeared at the older exorcist’s temple. “Lavi…” he said warningly.

“Okay, okay, I came to ask you something also,” babbled the rabbit, seeing his life flash in front of his eyes.

“Well, spit it out!”

“Um, well…”

“…Do you want to die?” A click as Mugen was released a couple of centimeters from its sheath.

Lavi held up his hands in peace, sweating profusely. After convincing Kanda to hold up and wait for him to finish, Lavi suddenly became quite serious, which was rather strange to Kanda.

Kanda watched curiously as Lavi looked out the window.

“Hey, Yuu, did you see Moyashi today in the mess hall?” he asked rather quietly.

“Yes, you did too. What are you getting at?” Kanda’s confusion was quickly shifting to annoyance.

“What did you think?”

“…What kind of question is that?”

Kanda couldn’t see his eyes. Which meant he couldn’t see what the rabbit was planning. That couldn’t be good.
“I meant, what do you think about them together?”

Kanda was silent, recalling the rather embarrassing memory of Moyashi kissing the Chinese girl.

“…It’s okay I guess. Really, it’s not my problem. If they like each other, I don’t see why not,” he said reluctantly. He turned to suddenly find Lavi practically bouncing up and down in joy. Now he was really confused.

“Really?! Does that mean you approve of me liking someone!?” the rabbit cried. Kanda decided not to try and understand the idiot rabbit’s line of thought.

“Why would I care if you like or dislike someone!? Do whatever you like! I don’t care!”

Unfortunately, he had no idea how much trouble that statement was going to get him into.

Lavi came to an abrupt stop in his celebration. “Seriously, you wouldn’t stop me?”

“Why the hell would I stop you?” asked an irritated and still seriously confused Kanda.

“Okay then!” Kanda watched as the rabbit magically produced a box from behind his back. He raised an eyebrow, hoping this was not going to turn into yet another gift-giving routine. He’d already experienced that two times, once from Linali, and once from the Moyashi. (Why would the Moyashi want to give him something? It was wasted on him anyway, because he would hate the Moyashi until the end the world.)

“This is for you!” said Lavi, confirming the other exorcist’s worst fears.

“Well, I don’t accept it!” Kanda said forcefully.

Of course, that wasn’t an option to Lavi. He dumped it into his hands and then, to Kanda’s great surprise and embarrassment, leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. Before he could react in any way, the rabbit had enveloped him in a restricting hug, quite happy with himself to successfully finishing his plan.

Kanda had frozen in shock and was not thoroughly mortified. Lavi finally let go and stared at the expression on his friend’s face. Then started laughing hysterically. The poor guy looked like he’d been scarred for life. But he thought the small blush was cute and told him so.
“Who’re you calling cute?!” cried Kanda, trying but failing to cover up his mortification with anger. “And what the hell were you thinking?!”
Lavi was laughing so hard, he had to deep breathe for several seconds before answering.

“Well, you did say you didn’t care what I did,” he said matter-of-factly and Kanda thought about it and despaired once he remembered what he himself had said not a few minutes ago.

‘Daaaaamn it, he’s right! But what the hell was that?!’

Lavi’s temporary composure was gradually melting into laughter again as he watched Kanda’s face change from embarrassment, to despair, to anger, and then embarrassment again, as well as change some interesting colors. Quickly taking advantage of the situation because he knew he wouldn’t have a chance like this anytime soon, he pounced and squeezed the other exorcist affectionately, before kissing him again. Kanda immediately reacted this time, reaching for Mugen.

“Back off before I am forced to dispatch you in some horrible, gory way…” he snarled, becoming the epitome of rage.
“Ah, Yuu, you love me and you know it. You’re just too conservative from the way to react to the love in the atmosphere,” Lavi smiled triumphantly and retreated quickly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He called over his shoulder before disappearing around the bend and it took Kanda exactly 3 seconds to recover from the utter nonsense of the redhead’s last statement. Smirking and itching to finally be able to destroy something, Kanda decided that this was better than training. In fact, he was in such a good mood for killing that he was going to honor the rabbit even more by activating his second illusion.

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The unopened box lay in the empty hallway after both exorcists had left. It was, of course, empty. It had served its purpose thoroughly and successfully. It ought to be worshipped as a sacred object for distracting the incredibly difficult Kanda Yuu enough to be kissed and hugged. Twice. Indeed. Ah, the joys of love. It was a beautiful (rainy) day, sweets were being given and received, love was being confessed, and a black-haired exorcist was on a rabbit hunt. Too bad it only came once a year.

-Owari-

A/N: Happy (late) Valentine’s Day, everyone! Oh, the reason why I made V-day at the Order a rainy day is because yesterday, it was raining, yes, raining I tell you! On Valentine’s Day! This is crazy! But of course, there is always a reason for everything. Like how the rain kept everyone happily warm and loved inside the Order and how the rain also succeeded in soaking my schoolbooks in rainwater. Hope you liked it!

Have fun reading! Spread the LaviYuu love!

~Tsuki-chan

Welcome...

2008-02-10T07:44:07Z

Welcome to my journal!! --talking to air--
I am feeling very happeh today because I have successfully managed to customize my journal. Feel happeh for me. :) I shall now go and check out how this will look when it is posted and also to cruise some communities that I've been stalking for a while and add some people as friends.

Well, see ya! ~

~Tsuki-chan