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神田 ユウ ([personal profile] beanstalk) wrote in [community profile] niteo_logs2012-08-31 12:48 pm

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Characters: Kanda Yu [[personal profile] beanstalk], Cross Marian [[personal profile] wineandwomen]
When: August 31st
Where: Apartment Roof
Rating: PG????
Summary: It's time for a talk.

[Well, it had been a couple weeks since Kanda had come back from home, and really, it's a subject that's been avoided with Cross for...ever, it seems. He can't recall anyone bringing up the Fourteenth with him here. If anyone had talked about it, it had been him and Lavi, trying to figure out the Earl's motives.

But now they needed to talk, Kanda needed answers. Allen had said that should the Fourteenth awaken, to kill him, and he planned to do that. He owed him that much, being the reason the Noah inside of him was awake in the first place.

Though what hat happened at that hotel when he stepped out obviously didn't escape him. Noah or not, Allen's left hand was used to injure Johnny, and it easily could have been worse if, like he suspects, the Fourteenth was in control. Allen was obviously in pain from the injury he gave him. Innocence was trying to heal it, even. It was obvious Allen was fighting against that pain and the Fourteenth when they caught up with him on the outskirts of town, and he knew the beansprout well enough to know that he wouldn't have given up control like that - so how did the Fourteenth take over, even for a moment?

It was frustrating, trying to figure it out, and Timcampy certainly wasn't of any help. (He still doesn't get how the golem even cried.....) He could ask Lavi if he knew anything, yeah, he trusted the rabbit, but he didn't want to worry him, either.

He hasn't told anyone what happened at home beyond "we found the beansprout." That's all that mattered to Lenalee and Lavi, and now Alma.

At a loss, Kanda grabbed his PDA and sent Cross a quick text -
we need to talk about what's happening at home, i'll be on the roof. - and made his way quietly upstairs to the roof. He settled himself on the edge facing Credinta, legs hanging over the building as he waited.

He was back to wearing civilian clothes as well, having hung up his uniform. There was no need for it here, there weren't any Akuma or remaining Noah. The sleeves of his shirt, usually rolled up past his elbows and showing the stigmata on the inside of them, were only rolled up half-way up his forearm, hiding said stigmata. Though the pain and irritation had since left his left arm, that still bothered him, too.

Where to start with this 'talk,' though? Usually, when he and Cross spent time together on the roof, he was quiet - the silent and understanding company. It was something others didn't see, with them, since they were usually bickering or arguing about something. (Must like he and Allen, in that regard. Like master, like student, he guesses. Though Kanda will not take up art. Nope.) It had been a good year or so, possibly more, but he supposes... it can't hurt for Cross to remind him what he last recalled happened at home.

Now all he had to do was wait.]

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