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[Jan. 14] [D.Gray-Man] End of Days, Part 13
Title: End of Days pt. 13
Day/Theme: Jan. 14/ no longer have the capacity to feel anything
Series: D.Gray-Man
Character/Pairing: Ensemble, with a few OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Part 12
Kanda took advantage of the commotion over Lavi to slip out of the infirmary. Others might have called it heartless, but that was only stupidity on their part. Kanda simply figured there was no point loitering when his presence could do no earthly good. Besides, if that annoying beansprout saw fit to check himself out, there was nothing to say that Kanda couldn't do the same.
He did hope that Lavi would be all right. He also told himself that while serious, delirium and a high fever were nothing unusual in and of themselves. People got sick. People recovered. Lavi was young, and healthy.
Kanda paused in the middle of the hallway, head bowed, and allowed himself to admit that yes, he was somewhat concerned. Then, he took a breath, straightened up and continued on to the dining room, all worry pushed neatly to the side.
Right now, what he wanted was something that wasn't infirmary food, eaten in peace. At off hours, the dining room was generally set up with a cold sideboard. It wasn't the hot meal he'd rather have, but he could at least count on some decent bread and some fresh fruit. Plus, it would also be sparsely populated--possibly even completely deserted--at this time of night, and that was always appealing.
He never did get why people thought his desire for solitude and quiet was some kind of problem. If he had decided that he simply preferred not to deal with people, not to deal with the sort of messiness that Tiedoll and Komui saw as some sort of virtue, well, that was his choice.
Kanda went still for a moment when he saw that the dining room was far from empty. A knot of Finders clustered around one end of a long table, three members of the Science Division with their eight cups of coffee, and two other people in infirmary scrubs who were just leaving the sideboard.
Instantly on the alert (strangers were rarely a good thing) Kanda walked the perimeter of the room rather than heading straight to the buffet, eyes on the two strangers. The taller one with bandages wrapped round and round her neck, he pegged as a rather androgynous woman after a few seconds worth of scrutiny. The tells were subtle, but the were there in the way she held her arms, in the way her thighs angled down from her hips. The other was a teenage boy he immediately dismissed as a potential nuisance; the boy's mouth had not stopped moving since Kanda entered the room.
The pair passed by the Finders' table just as Kanda drew near the sideboard. Kanda had already made up his mind that he would grab a few oranges and the end of a baguette and go eat in the privacy of his own room, and he had just started to pile a few oranges in the lifted hem of his shirt when his sense of danger sent prickles down his back. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder with only his peripheral vision.
The woman had stopped by the Finders' table so suddenly that the boy trailing her had hiked his two trays over his head so as not to jam them in her back or dump them down the front of his chest. Her face had gone pale and pinched.
"Do you care to explain what you meant by that?" At the sound of the woman's raspy voice, everyone in the room turned to look at the explosion about to happen.
Everyone except Kanda, that is. He turned his attention back to the food. The argument starting two tables behind him was not his problem.
"What I meant is that I lost five good friends on that day, and that's all the explanation you need." There was a long, threatening pause. "And who the hell are you? Ain't never seen you around here before."
"Heard a rumor there were a couple new exorcists," someone else at the table drawled
Kanda rolled his eyes. Finders. You'd think they'd have learned to accept the risks of their job. After all, they were volunteers. And what the fuck was going on with the way the second man said 'exorcists' as if it were a curse? What on earth had happened while he was gone?
"What's he mean, Jamie? What's he mean by 'that day'? Look, I don't know what's going on, but let's go Jamie--Doloschka's waiting and I'm hungry..."
Wonderful. He may have just found someone even more aggravating than Walker.
The boy's yammering nearly drowned out the Finder's reply. If he'd been going to eat in the dining room, Kanda would have told the lot of them to be quiet or take their dispute elsewhere.
"You have no idea what we face every day for your sakes..."
"You have no idea what you're going to face, you daft bastard." Kanda heard a glass shatter on the other side of the room.
"Jamie, Jamie please let's go..."
Kanda sighed. The resulting round of 'what did you call me?' and 'you heard me' was painfully predictable and nothing he cared to be involved in. Unfortunately, his departure was slightly delayed by the scientists deciding to clear the room before things became any more interesting.
A bone-rattling roar of you fucking liar!, and a full-blown brawl was in full swing as if everyone was waiting for his cue. And as brawls do, this one quickly spread, and the next thing Kanda knew, two Finders were coming at him, figuring that if they couldn't get close enough to the exorcist they wanted to beat up, any nearby exorcist would do.
Kanda smirked. These two would get a nasty shock and an unforgettable lesson out of this. It wouldn't take long.
He reached for Mugen. Mugen wasn't there. His hand clasped around empty air at the same time he remembered that Mugen was currently in pieces on a laboratory bench.
For the first time in a long time, Kanda actually felt panic.
He froze--it was only for a fraction of a second, but that fraction was just long enough, and the very next thing he felt was not panic, but a roundhouse punch to the jaw.
Part 14
Day/Theme: Jan. 14/ no longer have the capacity to feel anything
Series: D.Gray-Man
Character/Pairing: Ensemble, with a few OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Part 12
Kanda took advantage of the commotion over Lavi to slip out of the infirmary. Others might have called it heartless, but that was only stupidity on their part. Kanda simply figured there was no point loitering when his presence could do no earthly good. Besides, if that annoying beansprout saw fit to check himself out, there was nothing to say that Kanda couldn't do the same.
He did hope that Lavi would be all right. He also told himself that while serious, delirium and a high fever were nothing unusual in and of themselves. People got sick. People recovered. Lavi was young, and healthy.
Kanda paused in the middle of the hallway, head bowed, and allowed himself to admit that yes, he was somewhat concerned. Then, he took a breath, straightened up and continued on to the dining room, all worry pushed neatly to the side.
Right now, what he wanted was something that wasn't infirmary food, eaten in peace. At off hours, the dining room was generally set up with a cold sideboard. It wasn't the hot meal he'd rather have, but he could at least count on some decent bread and some fresh fruit. Plus, it would also be sparsely populated--possibly even completely deserted--at this time of night, and that was always appealing.
He never did get why people thought his desire for solitude and quiet was some kind of problem. If he had decided that he simply preferred not to deal with people, not to deal with the sort of messiness that Tiedoll and Komui saw as some sort of virtue, well, that was his choice.
Kanda went still for a moment when he saw that the dining room was far from empty. A knot of Finders clustered around one end of a long table, three members of the Science Division with their eight cups of coffee, and two other people in infirmary scrubs who were just leaving the sideboard.
Instantly on the alert (strangers were rarely a good thing) Kanda walked the perimeter of the room rather than heading straight to the buffet, eyes on the two strangers. The taller one with bandages wrapped round and round her neck, he pegged as a rather androgynous woman after a few seconds worth of scrutiny. The tells were subtle, but the were there in the way she held her arms, in the way her thighs angled down from her hips. The other was a teenage boy he immediately dismissed as a potential nuisance; the boy's mouth had not stopped moving since Kanda entered the room.
The pair passed by the Finders' table just as Kanda drew near the sideboard. Kanda had already made up his mind that he would grab a few oranges and the end of a baguette and go eat in the privacy of his own room, and he had just started to pile a few oranges in the lifted hem of his shirt when his sense of danger sent prickles down his back. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder with only his peripheral vision.
The woman had stopped by the Finders' table so suddenly that the boy trailing her had hiked his two trays over his head so as not to jam them in her back or dump them down the front of his chest. Her face had gone pale and pinched.
"Do you care to explain what you meant by that?" At the sound of the woman's raspy voice, everyone in the room turned to look at the explosion about to happen.
Everyone except Kanda, that is. He turned his attention back to the food. The argument starting two tables behind him was not his problem.
"What I meant is that I lost five good friends on that day, and that's all the explanation you need." There was a long, threatening pause. "And who the hell are you? Ain't never seen you around here before."
"Heard a rumor there were a couple new exorcists," someone else at the table drawled
Kanda rolled his eyes. Finders. You'd think they'd have learned to accept the risks of their job. After all, they were volunteers. And what the fuck was going on with the way the second man said 'exorcists' as if it were a curse? What on earth had happened while he was gone?
"What's he mean, Jamie? What's he mean by 'that day'? Look, I don't know what's going on, but let's go Jamie--Doloschka's waiting and I'm hungry..."
Wonderful. He may have just found someone even more aggravating than Walker.
The boy's yammering nearly drowned out the Finder's reply. If he'd been going to eat in the dining room, Kanda would have told the lot of them to be quiet or take their dispute elsewhere.
"You have no idea what we face every day for your sakes..."
"You have no idea what you're going to face, you daft bastard." Kanda heard a glass shatter on the other side of the room.
"Jamie, Jamie please let's go..."
Kanda sighed. The resulting round of 'what did you call me?' and 'you heard me' was painfully predictable and nothing he cared to be involved in. Unfortunately, his departure was slightly delayed by the scientists deciding to clear the room before things became any more interesting.
A bone-rattling roar of you fucking liar!, and a full-blown brawl was in full swing as if everyone was waiting for his cue. And as brawls do, this one quickly spread, and the next thing Kanda knew, two Finders were coming at him, figuring that if they couldn't get close enough to the exorcist they wanted to beat up, any nearby exorcist would do.
Kanda smirked. These two would get a nasty shock and an unforgettable lesson out of this. It wouldn't take long.
He reached for Mugen. Mugen wasn't there. His hand clasped around empty air at the same time he remembered that Mugen was currently in pieces on a laboratory bench.
For the first time in a long time, Kanda actually felt panic.
He froze--it was only for a fraction of a second, but that fraction was just long enough, and the very next thing he felt was not panic, but a roundhouse punch to the jaw.
Part 14