[fic] 24hour_themes: Semantics
Prompt: 16h00 ; Harmony of elements, sticking to schedules.
Title: Semantics
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Li Lenalee
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, she wondered which of his words should she believe in and which should she stop hanging on to.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man and all of its characters belong to Katsura Hoshino.
Notes: Ah... Let's see. This fic was supposed to have a fluffier ending srsly. It wasn't supposed to be this sad. And this forced. Yeah, I feel like it's a bit forced. Which reminds me that I edited some of the KanLena fics in this journal. Semantics is the study of meaning in communication. While it's usually limited to the denotation of a word, it may also refer to its connotation. In short, point out how forced this fic was lol~ *shot*
Semantics
It was more than a staring game they were having but a battle of pride, one that neither of them would like to give up on. But she knew that she was merely fighting a losing game in their match of stubbornness, the underdog obviously compared to her opponents. With Kanda, the snowy landscape, the freezing winds and the excruciating pain of a sprained ankle all vying against her, it was all but a vain attempt like trying to push a brick wall. So much for wasting an entire hour, trying to talk Kanda out of the situation. For once, Kanda actually argued. With her.
And with a clearly defeated look on her face and the bitter taste of burning metal and gunpowder lingering in her mouth from the last confrontation, Lenalee sighed a sigh of complete and utter surrender. Fine. It was Kanda’s call again.
The Japanese knelt into the snow, his back towards her. “C’mon. Get on.”
He was very careful when he slowly straightened to his full height, with her on his back, and hooked his elbows under her knees, careful not to move her injured ankle and cause more damage. Still, there was pain even from the slightest of movements and she visibly winced, her arms around his neck tightening reflexively. He made a quiet noise in his throat and she loosened her grip, mumbling an apology.
“Just bear with it for a little while longer,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulders.
“It’s a bit okay now. I think it’s just the cold that makes it sting,” she replied with a slight frown, trying to not put too much weight on his back as he trudged through knee-deep snow. “But are you really sure this is all right, Kanda? I mean, I can still walk and-”
“It’s fine.” He cut her off dismissively, his tone and voice leaving no room for arguments. “After that hour-long argument, I wouldn’t be surprised if we missed the four o’clock train. So just shut up and let me handle this.”
She said nothing in response, her face feeling warm after that scolding. Kanda had the right to be angry at her after wasting so much precious time trying to argue with him, when they both knew who would win in the end anyway. She listened quietly to the crunching of fresh snow under his boots, filling in the silence between them. In fairness to him, not once had he blamed her carelessness or lack of self-control for her injury. Instead, he blamed the snow and the slippery ground, something that very much surprised her. He insisted that it was a simply mistake, a mistake humans normally make. Except Kanda was not one who would accepts such mistakes so easily, not with the risks of their occupation. Either he was intentionally brushing her fault away or he simply was in a worse mood to discuss it.
He was always the type who would say the opposite of how he felt anyway.
“Didn’t you say that if I become a burden, you’ll abandon me?”
It was absently spoken, almost sounding like a thought spoken out loud. It took her a full minute to realize it but made no movement nor sound to take it back. Most people would do something, wary of his capability to emotionlessly pull out and point Mugen. Instead, she simply waited for his response, leaning closer until her chin touched his shoulders. He was, as usual, wordless, pointedly ignoring what she had just said.
“Kanda, did you hear-”
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and slightly turned his head to glance at her. Once more, his expression was void of any emotion except exasperation. Apparently, she was the one being pointless here, wasting their time when they should be catching up to their next ride. However, she would argue that she wasn’t the one whose logic she couldn’t understand. His voice was deeper when he spoke again, exhaustion barely concealed.
“Would you rather that I leave you here then, when you can hardly move, much more fight if an Akuma suddenly comes? It’s your choice, Lenalee.”
Everything about him said that he didn’t. That the last thing he wanted to do was to leave her. But she knew one thing that he consciously didn’t. That he would be the very first to let go of her hand and leave once the war was over. That she wouldn’t be able to stop him then. That she wouldn’t be able to do anything but to simply let him walk away. He would never let her follow him, no matter how much she would protest or complain or yell at him. It was how he worked, how he would always work. She knew that much.
She leaned forward once more and closed her eyes, her arms slacking around his neck in a loose embrace, pressing herself closer to him. More often than not, no one else was allowed to even come near him, much more come in contact with him. But she hardly cared nor did he.
“Just asking,” she told him quietly, the sound almost as soft as the rustling leaves around them. “But please. Don’t say things that you won’t mean in the end, Kanda.”
Title: Semantics
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Kanda Yuu, Li Lenalee
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, she wondered which of his words should she believe in and which should she stop hanging on to.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man and all of its characters belong to Katsura Hoshino.
Notes: Ah... Let's see. This fic was supposed to have a fluffier ending srsly. It wasn't supposed to be this sad. And this forced. Yeah, I feel like it's a bit forced. Which reminds me that I edited some of the KanLena fics in this journal. Semantics is the study of meaning in communication. While it's usually limited to the denotation of a word, it may also refer to its connotation. In short, point out how forced this fic was lol~ *shot*
Semantics
It was more than a staring game they were having but a battle of pride, one that neither of them would like to give up on. But she knew that she was merely fighting a losing game in their match of stubbornness, the underdog obviously compared to her opponents. With Kanda, the snowy landscape, the freezing winds and the excruciating pain of a sprained ankle all vying against her, it was all but a vain attempt like trying to push a brick wall. So much for wasting an entire hour, trying to talk Kanda out of the situation. For once, Kanda actually argued. With her.
And with a clearly defeated look on her face and the bitter taste of burning metal and gunpowder lingering in her mouth from the last confrontation, Lenalee sighed a sigh of complete and utter surrender. Fine. It was Kanda’s call again.
The Japanese knelt into the snow, his back towards her. “C’mon. Get on.”
He was very careful when he slowly straightened to his full height, with her on his back, and hooked his elbows under her knees, careful not to move her injured ankle and cause more damage. Still, there was pain even from the slightest of movements and she visibly winced, her arms around his neck tightening reflexively. He made a quiet noise in his throat and she loosened her grip, mumbling an apology.
“Just bear with it for a little while longer,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulders.
“It’s a bit okay now. I think it’s just the cold that makes it sting,” she replied with a slight frown, trying to not put too much weight on his back as he trudged through knee-deep snow. “But are you really sure this is all right, Kanda? I mean, I can still walk and-”
“It’s fine.” He cut her off dismissively, his tone and voice leaving no room for arguments. “After that hour-long argument, I wouldn’t be surprised if we missed the four o’clock train. So just shut up and let me handle this.”
She said nothing in response, her face feeling warm after that scolding. Kanda had the right to be angry at her after wasting so much precious time trying to argue with him, when they both knew who would win in the end anyway. She listened quietly to the crunching of fresh snow under his boots, filling in the silence between them. In fairness to him, not once had he blamed her carelessness or lack of self-control for her injury. Instead, he blamed the snow and the slippery ground, something that very much surprised her. He insisted that it was a simply mistake, a mistake humans normally make. Except Kanda was not one who would accepts such mistakes so easily, not with the risks of their occupation. Either he was intentionally brushing her fault away or he simply was in a worse mood to discuss it.
He was always the type who would say the opposite of how he felt anyway.
“Didn’t you say that if I become a burden, you’ll abandon me?”
It was absently spoken, almost sounding like a thought spoken out loud. It took her a full minute to realize it but made no movement nor sound to take it back. Most people would do something, wary of his capability to emotionlessly pull out and point Mugen. Instead, she simply waited for his response, leaning closer until her chin touched his shoulders. He was, as usual, wordless, pointedly ignoring what she had just said.
“Kanda, did you hear-”
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and slightly turned his head to glance at her. Once more, his expression was void of any emotion except exasperation. Apparently, she was the one being pointless here, wasting their time when they should be catching up to their next ride. However, she would argue that she wasn’t the one whose logic she couldn’t understand. His voice was deeper when he spoke again, exhaustion barely concealed.
“Would you rather that I leave you here then, when you can hardly move, much more fight if an Akuma suddenly comes? It’s your choice, Lenalee.”
Everything about him said that he didn’t. That the last thing he wanted to do was to leave her. But she knew one thing that he consciously didn’t. That he would be the very first to let go of her hand and leave once the war was over. That she wouldn’t be able to stop him then. That she wouldn’t be able to do anything but to simply let him walk away. He would never let her follow him, no matter how much she would protest or complain or yell at him. It was how he worked, how he would always work. She knew that much.
She leaned forward once more and closed her eyes, her arms slacking around his neck in a loose embrace, pressing herself closer to him. More often than not, no one else was allowed to even come near him, much more come in contact with him. But she hardly cared nor did he.
“Just asking,” she told him quietly, the sound almost as soft as the rustling leaves around them. “But please. Don’t say things that you won’t mean in the end, Kanda.”