[drabble] blindsided;
named if only because i was listening to bon iver while i wrote this. (been listening to so much bon iver lately, what is this??)
written for this lavi/yuu drabble contest. it's supposed to be 100 words, but as usual, i can't contain myself, and i went way over. xD i chose the prompt "tattoo," mostly because i've been thinking about some permutation of the following scene for a while now, even though it came out vastly different from what i had imagined. it also kind of speaks to how obsessed i am with this pairing that a million years since the last time i actually read the manga, lavi/kanda can still stir up some intense ~feelings~ inside of me.
title: blindsided
rating: PG
word count: 413, i believe it was
pairing: lavi/kanda
summary: it's never easy for lavi to admit the self-evident truths. harder, even, to ask them.
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lavi has always been fascinated by the tattoo on kanda's chest. when he was younger, he thought the japanese boy had been branded by a nefarious yet devoutly buddhist biker gang, to which kanda rolled his eyes and told him to "get the hell out of my face, you stupid rabbit." that was the first day kanda had used that nickname on him, something he considered an insult, but lavi had responded to it with such uncalculated, stupendous joy that kanda immediately began taking to bolting the locks on his door and pointedly walking in a different direction whenever he saw a flash of red hair.
of course, that joy had been manufactured then, a facet of "lavi"'s persona, and now five years later, naked and tracing the thick, purple lines on kanda's bare chest with a lazy finger, he can't quite remember if it was he or "lavi" who fell in love with kanda, mystery man no. 1. was the joy he ever felt around him real, or was it as conjured as a faint breath on a warm summer's day? in many ways, he is jealous, very jealous of kanda, who wears his scars on his skin, like this tattoo of unknown consequence over his heart. lavi, on the other hand, must bury his past under increasingly indiscernible covers, weary book jackets threatening to crumble from fatigue.
sighing, he brushes a kiss over kanda's lips, which stirs the boy slightly from slumber, and flips back towards the wall. he can feel kanda's light breath trailing down the back of his neck, featherless.
"yuu," he calls out softly.
kanda gives a grumble, and shifts minimally. "what is it," he says in a voice still half-seized by sleep.
"your tattoo. does it love me?"
lavi can even imagine kanda doing his infamous nose-scrunch-of-confusion, and closes his eyes, lips quirked into a small smile. "the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"because," lavi says, "if your buddhist biker gang tattoo loves me," and at this he rolls over to face kanda again, "it would keep you alive as long as i live, not a second more, not a second less."
kanda snorts, obviously unimpressed by lavi's poetics. "is this your roundabout way of asking if i love you?"
lavi casts a glance at the tattoo once more, but his eyes are distant, as if seeing much farther, gathering and taking in everything, the world. if you love me... "yes," he murmurs. "it is."
written for this lavi/yuu drabble contest. it's supposed to be 100 words, but as usual, i can't contain myself, and i went way over. xD i chose the prompt "tattoo," mostly because i've been thinking about some permutation of the following scene for a while now, even though it came out vastly different from what i had imagined. it also kind of speaks to how obsessed i am with this pairing that a million years since the last time i actually read the manga, lavi/kanda can still stir up some intense ~feelings~ inside of me.
title: blindsided
rating: PG
word count: 413, i believe it was
pairing: lavi/kanda
summary: it's never easy for lavi to admit the self-evident truths. harder, even, to ask them.
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lavi has always been fascinated by the tattoo on kanda's chest. when he was younger, he thought the japanese boy had been branded by a nefarious yet devoutly buddhist biker gang, to which kanda rolled his eyes and told him to "get the hell out of my face, you stupid rabbit." that was the first day kanda had used that nickname on him, something he considered an insult, but lavi had responded to it with such uncalculated, stupendous joy that kanda immediately began taking to bolting the locks on his door and pointedly walking in a different direction whenever he saw a flash of red hair.
of course, that joy had been manufactured then, a facet of "lavi"'s persona, and now five years later, naked and tracing the thick, purple lines on kanda's bare chest with a lazy finger, he can't quite remember if it was he or "lavi" who fell in love with kanda, mystery man no. 1. was the joy he ever felt around him real, or was it as conjured as a faint breath on a warm summer's day? in many ways, he is jealous, very jealous of kanda, who wears his scars on his skin, like this tattoo of unknown consequence over his heart. lavi, on the other hand, must bury his past under increasingly indiscernible covers, weary book jackets threatening to crumble from fatigue.
sighing, he brushes a kiss over kanda's lips, which stirs the boy slightly from slumber, and flips back towards the wall. he can feel kanda's light breath trailing down the back of his neck, featherless.
"yuu," he calls out softly.
kanda gives a grumble, and shifts minimally. "what is it," he says in a voice still half-seized by sleep.
"your tattoo. does it love me?"
lavi can even imagine kanda doing his infamous nose-scrunch-of-confusion, and closes his eyes, lips quirked into a small smile. "the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"because," lavi says, "if your buddhist biker gang tattoo loves me," and at this he rolls over to face kanda again, "it would keep you alive as long as i live, not a second more, not a second less."
kanda snorts, obviously unimpressed by lavi's poetics. "is this your roundabout way of asking if i love you?"
lavi casts a glance at the tattoo once more, but his eyes are distant, as if seeing much farther, gathering and taking in everything, the world. if you love me... "yes," he murmurs. "it is."