Heya! I'm baaack with my usually unedited and sloppy chapter. C: I deleted two of my stories because I stopped liking them, so A Hundred for You and for Me and Candy are gone. Sorry.
Anyways. I was goooing to make this take place in London, buuut one of the first rules of writing is to write what you know. I don't know shit about the cost of living in the UK or uni life. Sooo…this takes place in some obscure place in the US.
So, my prompt for this was something 'simple but sexy'. It's of course not sexy yet, but this is only the set up. Hopefully we'll have some fun things coming up soon. C:
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Chapter 1: Walking Disaster
He never really even wanted a roommate. He would have been perfectly content on his own. Unfortunately, he had been running out of time to find a cheap apartment to stay in. It was only three days until the term started, and he simply did not make enough for the apartments around.
When he was about ready to give up and cancel his courses, he found an ad in the classifieds for a roommate. It was a good deal: two bed, one bath, a kitchen, and living room for $190 a month. This included utilities, but there was no A/C, cable, or internet. He didn't have much of a problem with that, having never been awfully fond of TV and could easily walk down to a café to mooch off their internet connection for any assignments that required it.
There would only be one roommate, so it really didn't seem so bad. Of course they probably wouldn't become friends, but he could get along with someone if they didn't bother him too much. Because of that, it seemed like a really good idea at the time.
Now he was moving in with his total of three boxes and a suitcase. It would be pretty much the same as staying in the dorms, having a roommate he'd never met before. He decided he preferred this, though, because he'd actually have a room of his own, and it was larger than a dorm.
A few days ago the man renting out the building had showed him around. It was actually a side building to his bookstore that hadn't been used for anything, so he had decided to rent out the rooms. His roommate hadn't been home at the time. It seemed a little weird that they'd be meeting for the first time now, rather than earlier.
He made his way to the door, holding a box and his suitcase. The other two sat in his friend's brother's car. He juggled the box on his arm and held the suitcase in that hand before ringing the door bell. After a good five minutes, the door finally swung open, and there stood a rather disheveled redhead in the doorway. The corner of his lips spread out into a wide grin after getting a good look at Kanda.
"May I help you?" the boy asked in a sort of mock politeness.
"Move so I can get through the door?" he returned, sarcastically. He looked surprised for a moment, to which Kanda rolled his eyes. "I'm your roommate. I need to get my shit inside, so I can return the car."
The boy, still grinning, moved out of the doorway and allowed Kanda through. "My name's Lavi, by the way. Your's?"
"Kanda. And, do you not have a last name?" He winced a little, hoping his accent hadn't been too noticeable. He'd grown up speaking mostly Japanese, so every so often there was a hint of it in his voice. For some reason, he'd always been a bit self conscious about that.
"I could say the same about you. Nice accent, by the way." Kanda glared and made his way to his room. Lavi followed him, as was expected. He continued to hover over him, which was really getting on his nerves. He was like a little gnat.
"Kanda is my last name," he finally said, though very reluctantly.
"So what's your first name, Kanda?"
"That's really none of your business." He put down his box and suitcase before heading back to the car for the other two. Lavi continued his impression of a gnat and hovered over him all the way out and all the way back in.
"You can stop fucking following me. I have to return the car."
The mischievous grin made a comeback.
"But, Kan~da~. I'm cuuurious."
It was around then that Kanda realized that his new roommate was the most annoying shit he'd ever come across. The apartment was still worth it, though. Under $200 in a fairly nice neighborhood was a dream. That kind of opportunity didn't come around often, and he was just lucky to have gotten the place before someone else did.
He pulled into the driveway of the Lee residence about ten minutes later. Lenalee ran up in her bouncy teenage girl way to meet him. She automatically started asking a million questions per minute about the apartment and his roommate the moment after he stepped out of the car.
"Hey, hey. Slow down. I'm tired, and I can't even understand Japanese that fast, let alone English."
She punched him in the arm, and, despite her being so little, it actually rather hurt. He wouldn't let her know that, of course, but it did nevertheless. He walked past her to hand the keys to Komui and thank him for allowing him to borrow his car. Walking a good thirty minutes with boxes wasn't very appealing.
"So who is your roommate, Kanda?" Komui asked, having as much interest as Lenalee. Kanda shrugged in return.
"I don't know him, so I couldn't tell you. I've only known him for fifteen minutes." He said this, but he already had a good idea of what the boy's personality was. He seemed like an irresponsible slob that would be a pain to deal with. Thankfully, he'd probably be able to leave in a year or two anyways.
"Oh, come on," pouted Lenalee. "You have to have some sort of impression on him!" He almost laughed.
"I'd better start walking back so I'll be awake enough to unpack." Lenalee put her hands on her hips and straightened herself in one dramatic gesture.
"Don't give me that, Kanda Yu! You just want to get out of talking with us!"
He really couldn't help but smile. She'd been like a little sister to him since he was ten, so as another brother, he felt protective of and loving toward her, despite the fact that he didn't show that sort of thing often. Sometimes he still thought of her as that little eight year old girl she was when they had first met. Even though the age difference wasn't that big, it really felt like it to him at times.
"Guilty as charged, but I really do have to get back there. As I said, I don't really know my roommate that well, and I don't want him going through my things."
Lenalee finally agreed after pouting and arguing for another minute or two. He thanked Komui for letting him use the car and said his goodbyes. Lenalee and Komui waved from in front of the garage while he walked down the driveway and across the street.
The walk was fairly long, but that didn't bother him at all. He was used to physical activity. Not that he was particularly obsessed with exercising or anything, he just had a habit of doing it often. Sitting at home became boring easily. Besides that, he had no interest in getting a car as long as he was able to walk. It simply did not make any sense to him. Legs were meant to be used.
For a moment, his mind wandered back to the previous conversation, which made him wonder if Lavi had actually gone through his things. The redhead seemed like the type to do that, which really worried him. He didn't like it when people went through his things. He didn't have a lot, but what he did have was precious. They were his and his alone.
After a good ten minutes of his walk was wasted on worrying about that, his mind stayed on the new place, particularly Lavi. When he had answered the door, his hair was incredibly messy. There were two possibilities. His hair was always like that, which would probably piss Kanda off to no end, or he had just woken up from a nap. That would explain why it took him so long to answer the door.
Still, he wondered how he could have possibly had all that energy upon waking up. He'd been quick to pick on Kanda and was even able to pick up on Kanda's slight accent, which was very uncommon. He hoped there wouldn't be more questioning about his first name also. He hated that name more than anything and with good reason, of course.
The next ten minutes of the walk were wasted on him worrying about being bothered about his first name again. Even he came to realize how ridiculous that was. Instead of dwelling for the rest of the way, he concentrated on the instant soba that awaited him in his suitcase.
As a result, he ended up walking a lot faster. It made him realize how hungry he was and how he hadn't bothered to eat breakfast or lunch. It was a bad habit of his, actually. Sometimes remembering to eat didn't come as naturally as it should have.
Instead of taking another fifteen minutes, he only took eight. That was actually unintentional because he had little interest in getting back so quickly aside from his hunger. That, apparently, was more powerful than his instant dislike of his roommate.
When he entered the house, Lavi was sitting on the couch reading some obscure book and tapping his feet, despite the fact that he wasn't listening to music. Kanda rolled his eyes at the boy for the second time that day and headed straight for his room.
To his pleasure, everything appeared to be left untouched. The boxes were closed and left in the exact spot they were left. His suitcase didn't seem to be touched either. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling a hell of a lot better that his privacy had not been invaded.
He pulled out his instant soba and walked back out to the kitchen. He opened the vegetable packet, accidently scratching himself at the same time. For the rest of the thirty seconds it took to pour the water and put it in the microwave, he ignored the little scratch. When he finally looked back down, he realized that it wasn't just a little scratch.
He had taken off a few layers of skin, and now it was bleeding profusely. Of course it wasn't bad enough to get stitches or anything like that, but it was definitely going to add to his constantly growing collection of scars.
Instinctively, he popped the finger into his mouth.
"Hey, Lavi… Hey. HEY."
"Have any bandages?"
"Yeah. Why?" Kanda gave him a flat expression.
"I'm fucking bleeding."
Lavi jumped up and retrieved a first aide kit from the bathroom. Being accident prone himself, he had learned to keep one handy at all times. He came back and pulled Kanda's hand out in front of him, earning a glare in return.
"I can do it myself, you know."
"It's harder to do when it's your hand that's hurt. Besides, I have a license in first aide, so it'll be better if I do it."
"It doesn't take a genius to put on a bandage," he scoffed.
The grin returned for a second time, and Lavi put everything on before Kanda could protest again. He found it funny how the other had reacted. He had little concern for the cut but was responsible enough to know to bandage it, proving himself to be prideful but not a complete idiot.
"There," Lavi said. Kanda instantly pulled his hand away, which made Lavi laugh slightly. "All better, Yu?"
His eyes opened wide in a typical 'deer in the headlights' look.
"Did you fucking go through my shit?!"
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Kanda has a pooottyy mouuuuth.