[fic] 24hour_themes: Pacemaker
Prompt: 11h00 ; Energy directed towards transformations which may have seemed impossible
Title: Pacemaker
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Noise Mari
Rating: G
Summary: There's always a big difference between what people usually show on their faces and how their heartbeats reveal the truth behind them.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man and all of its characters belong to Katsura Hoshino.
Notes: Pacemaker. It's the device that is connected to the heart, right? Something that keeps someone alive? Yes, I think that's it. The one for the heartbeat thing. If I'm wrong, correct me. I wasn't paying much attention to Biology class.
Pacemaker
It was said that blind people were often more aware of their surroundings and could ‘see’ more than with those who could normally see. The same thing could perhaps be said about Noise Mari, one of General Tiedoll’s students in the Order. Despite his handicap, he always had been sensitive of the people and the events around him. Even without asking, he could somehow tell what people were thinking, what they were feeling, simply by listening to their heartbeats, breathing, even the slightest movement. The rhythmic sound of someone composed or the hitched breath from someone wracked with anxiety, they would all tell a story much better than words and he could almost always tell. Almost.
“That old man, dragging us everywhere again,” Kanda Yuu muttered under his breath irritably, a mutter that did not escape Mari. The expression on the younger male's face was impassive, he was sure of it, yet he could almost imagine the frustration clearly on the lines on his forehead.
“The General has always been like this. You should’ve gotten used to it already.”
“Tch.”
Kanda Yuu. Mari knew the Japanese quite well, being another one of the General’s students along with Daisya Barry, most likely picked up like the rest of them. Grumpy, an antisocial humbug, emotionally constipated… Kanda too didn’t escape such colorful descriptions coming from the General himself. Terms of endearment, the older man had called it, to his dear little Yuu. A number of times, Mari would wonder why and how Kanda had followed someone as quirky and as eccentric as their teacher. And perhaps, when Mari said that he knew Kanda ‘quite well’, it was just the outermost shell of the male, the part which everyone else knew. Kanda had always kept his past and everything else about him. And shared a very, very, very small part only to Tiedoll.
Even though he could decipher the feelings of a person just by listening to the sounds of their hearts, Mari simply couldn’t do the same with Kanda. The Japanese male was often calm and composed even in the face of pressure, only reacting violently to the smallest, most trivial banter. Usually whenever Lavi or the General would tease or call him by his first name. But even those bursts of emotions told little of Kanda’s real self. He would still be able to keep his composure, still distance himself from everyone else, a cold and blank wall of non-emotion to keep all personal relations and connections. He did not want attachments. Mari could think of several reasons why - a number of Exorcists had done the same as well - but he knew that he would never find it out anytime soon.
Kanda was the type that was difficult to ask and would deny everything with a straight, no-nonsense face. Nothing could affect the male. Nothing could get through that hard, exterior shell. At least, that was what Mari believed.
And how wrong he was, he found out just recently.
“Mari, what can your ears perceive from over there?” General Tiedoll asked him calmly as they surveyed Edo from a distance, the heat of the 11 a.m. sun barely noticeable from the heat of the battle going on.
“Among the noise of the Akuma’s loud mechanical screeches…” He paused momentarily to listen closely. “I can faintly hear Lenalee…” He heard an abrupt and loud thump just near him, a sudden change of the heart’s rhythm, upon mentioning the name of the female Exorcist. He continued.
“Lavi… and voices belonging to the rest of Cross’s squad.”
The heartbeat was now a rapid, heavy thrum and he could hear the quiet clink of metal and the gritting of teeth. Mari turned slightly his head to the direction of the noise, the direction where he was certain Kanda was standing.
“All right. Go to them.”
The General’s instructions were clear and the both of them sped off towards Edo. And as they traveled, he heard only one name in a quiet, almost inaudible voice, one that was nearly drowned out by the sound of the rushing wind and one that was heading towards another direction, the beating of the heart louder than ever. It was a name that very much surprised the taller Exorcist.
“Shit! That guy… He went after Lenalee and the others!”
“A female Exorcist, eh? It’s my first time seeing one… Women should just die cleanly without overdoing things.”
Mari pressed his lips together, a grim smile quirking his mouth. Perhaps Kanda’s instincts over that one person was sharper than that of his hearing.
Title: Pacemaker
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Noise Mari
Rating: G
Summary: There's always a big difference between what people usually show on their faces and how their heartbeats reveal the truth behind them.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man and all of its characters belong to Katsura Hoshino.
Notes: Pacemaker. It's the device that is connected to the heart, right? Something that keeps someone alive? Yes, I think that's it. The one for the heartbeat thing. If I'm wrong, correct me. I wasn't paying much attention to Biology class.
Pacemaker
It was said that blind people were often more aware of their surroundings and could ‘see’ more than with those who could normally see. The same thing could perhaps be said about Noise Mari, one of General Tiedoll’s students in the Order. Despite his handicap, he always had been sensitive of the people and the events around him. Even without asking, he could somehow tell what people were thinking, what they were feeling, simply by listening to their heartbeats, breathing, even the slightest movement. The rhythmic sound of someone composed or the hitched breath from someone wracked with anxiety, they would all tell a story much better than words and he could almost always tell. Almost.
“That old man, dragging us everywhere again,” Kanda Yuu muttered under his breath irritably, a mutter that did not escape Mari. The expression on the younger male's face was impassive, he was sure of it, yet he could almost imagine the frustration clearly on the lines on his forehead.
“The General has always been like this. You should’ve gotten used to it already.”
“Tch.”
Kanda Yuu. Mari knew the Japanese quite well, being another one of the General’s students along with Daisya Barry, most likely picked up like the rest of them. Grumpy, an antisocial humbug, emotionally constipated… Kanda too didn’t escape such colorful descriptions coming from the General himself. Terms of endearment, the older man had called it, to his dear little Yuu. A number of times, Mari would wonder why and how Kanda had followed someone as quirky and as eccentric as their teacher. And perhaps, when Mari said that he knew Kanda ‘quite well’, it was just the outermost shell of the male, the part which everyone else knew. Kanda had always kept his past and everything else about him. And shared a very, very, very small part only to Tiedoll.
Even though he could decipher the feelings of a person just by listening to the sounds of their hearts, Mari simply couldn’t do the same with Kanda. The Japanese male was often calm and composed even in the face of pressure, only reacting violently to the smallest, most trivial banter. Usually whenever Lavi or the General would tease or call him by his first name. But even those bursts of emotions told little of Kanda’s real self. He would still be able to keep his composure, still distance himself from everyone else, a cold and blank wall of non-emotion to keep all personal relations and connections. He did not want attachments. Mari could think of several reasons why - a number of Exorcists had done the same as well - but he knew that he would never find it out anytime soon.
Kanda was the type that was difficult to ask and would deny everything with a straight, no-nonsense face. Nothing could affect the male. Nothing could get through that hard, exterior shell. At least, that was what Mari believed.
And how wrong he was, he found out just recently.
“Mari, what can your ears perceive from over there?” General Tiedoll asked him calmly as they surveyed Edo from a distance, the heat of the 11 a.m. sun barely noticeable from the heat of the battle going on.
“Among the noise of the Akuma’s loud mechanical screeches…” He paused momentarily to listen closely. “I can faintly hear Lenalee…” He heard an abrupt and loud thump just near him, a sudden change of the heart’s rhythm, upon mentioning the name of the female Exorcist. He continued.
“Lavi… and voices belonging to the rest of Cross’s squad.”
The heartbeat was now a rapid, heavy thrum and he could hear the quiet clink of metal and the gritting of teeth. Mari turned slightly his head to the direction of the noise, the direction where he was certain Kanda was standing.
“All right. Go to them.”
The General’s instructions were clear and the both of them sped off towards Edo. And as they traveled, he heard only one name in a quiet, almost inaudible voice, one that was nearly drowned out by the sound of the rushing wind and one that was heading towards another direction, the beating of the heart louder than ever. It was a name that very much surprised the taller Exorcist.
“Shit! That guy… He went after Lenalee and the others!”
“A female Exorcist, eh? It’s my first time seeing one… Women should just die cleanly without overdoing things.”
Mari pressed his lips together, a grim smile quirking his mouth. Perhaps Kanda’s instincts over that one person was sharper than that of his hearing.