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WARNING: Mild swearing. “KANDA YU!” Usually, the male Exorcist will be the one screeching his lungs off. Usually, it is him doing the shouting, instead of the other way around. Usually, the female whom he always see as meek, weak and silent, and one that is always in need of protection, doesn’t have the capability to even raise her voice above a whisper when faced with him. And the usual, unfortunately, is not going to happen today. “Kanda Yu! Where are you? Come here this second or I will come to you myself and slice off your balls!” Does that spell trouble for him? He doesn’t know. Nonetheless, he re

He smells strongly of sweat and metal, and something else, too, but she couldn’t figure out what it is. It is past eight in the morning, and supposedly, everyone is up and going on about their daily chores. Right now, Komui must be signing some of the Exorcists to some faraway countries so they could get the task of eliminating Akumas gone and done with, assuming that they will return home safe and in one piece and most importantly, alive. [Name] sighs. She doesn’t want to go. This bed is too warm, and it’s too cold out there to walk about, or do anything, really. Furthermore, the body lying next to her is nice, too, and

Kanda Yu is pissed, again. It is the second time in a matter of three weeks, and usually, it takes merely Komui’s meaningless squabbling and that beansprout getting on his nerves no matter what the reason is, so today is the same as ever, albeit a tad different. He stares at the small box containing some of his possessions and his eyebrow twitches in annoyance. Where the hell is his hair tie? Komui has, yet again, assigned him a mission to Turkey that would have him leave with fellow Exorcist Noise Marie in a matter of minutes, so Kanda has taken the liberty to shower firsthand, to avoid any discomfort along the journey due to be

Three scoops of vanilla ice cream are not enough to satiate [Name]’s cravings for sweet food. Especially when it comes to pairing food with another food, which usually involves lots of sugar and calorie intake. Kanda Yu simply watches as she settles across him with a small pile of ice cream on top of a chocolate waffle, her mouth already watering at the sight. He sighs. Do whatever you want, he thinks, as he burrows into the tempura soba he has neglected for the past ten seconds, silently relishing in its taste. It doesn’t last long, however, when he sees how [Name] eats. It’s like watching a very hungry zombie eating

“Ah, [Name], you have rice on your cheek!” “Eh, where?!” Cue eyebrow twitch. [Name] and Lavi has been seen walking together since this morning, talking and jostling and sometimes laughing at each other’s expressions or jokes. Between friends, that is normal, and between both of them, they are just sharing the brother-sister relationship that they have had since [Name] joined the Order. Yet Kanda sees it through two eyes that process things differently than others, and what he sees doesn’t please him. Like right now. Lavi has been telling [Name] a story about how high he tries to Extend his hammer the

“Seriously, when will you ever stop fighting?” Stories have reached [Name]’s ears, as well as some rumors which truth she doubts, but to listen to people saying how badly Kanda has reacted to people gawking at her is bad enough. Forgive the out of character-ness, but where is the Kanda Yu that she first came to know? [Name] dabs a cotton ball dipped in antiseptic at an open wound on Kanda’s cheek, and he hisses, inching away slightly from her touch. “That hurts, koume*.” She sighs, and moves closer to dab on the bleeding gash. “For the millionth time, Kanda, it’s [Name]. [First Name] [Last

Note: Slight profanities, but nun much. Only 3 or 4 words. We keep it clean up in deez streets ;) "Ok, deep breaths, in, out, in, out." You stood in front of Kanda's door with fingers clenched, while your vision swam. Trembling, you reached for the doorknob and prayed that it was locked. It wasn't... Well, damn. You breathed a disheartened sigh and mustered up the courage you knew you needed to get through these next few minutes. You pushed the door open slowly and crept into the inky darkness of Kanda's room. As you entered, you were surprised by the silence. After shutting the door behind you, there wasn't a single noise in the room. Al

Jon Snow let his eyes sweep over the cold wasteland before him. It had been months since he had come here to the Night's Watch, knowing as a bastard child, he had no place in his father, Ned Stark's, land of Winterfell. A shiver slid up his spine and he pulled his fur lined coat closer. No matter what he wore he could never stay warm here, and if he wore more cloth, he would not only be unable to move freely, he would also be laughed out by all the senior members. Glancing up at the sun, he guessed he had about another hour on guard duty before he could return to the barracks and get something warm to eat. His eyes roamed over the pure white