Kanda

Kanda had heard someone singing, and it had disturbed his meditation. Ready to attempt to tell them how important his meditation is, he marched off in the direction of the voice. And then, he heard the song.

Almost instantly, memories came back to him.

“I love you, Yu”

“I love you, ___”

His head and heart hurting, he turned away, trying to compose himself.

After a few minutes of not looking at the kid and ignoring him, he turned around. Feeling a bit better, he decided he should at least say something to distract the kid from…. well, something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

“You know French?”

Normally, Coffee didn’t sing love songs. Or… really any songs, at least not in a building where any number of people could stumble onto him. But lately, he’d been… fairly upset. So he’d indulged a bit, and damned the consequences. He’d kind of been hoping not to be found, so when he heard somebody speak - heard Kanda speak - he jumped, though only slightly.

“Yyyes and no. I personally don’t technically know it, but Arsene - my… personal, persona, has his origins in a character from a series of french books, so he knows french.” A half-smirk, as Coffee continued to lounge atop the bookshelf. “He lets me borrow the language from him sometimes. Usually only to sing. The ass. Better than not letting me use the language at all, though.” Then, Coffee paused, and looked at Kanda. 

He seemed… not altogether pleased. At him? At the singing? Certainly bothered by something.

Kanda thought for a moment, thinking on how to word this delicately.

"I.... used to have someone I cared about. It's a long story, but... your song just reminded me of them."

Kanda looked down sadly, thinking for a moment.

“And when you speak, angels sing from above - everyday words seem to turn into love songs~!” Is… is he singing a love song? Why? “Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be… La Vie En Rose~” He’s certainly singing damn well, but the choice of song is… probably odd. Coffee seems very relaxed and in a good mood, though, sitting on the bookshelf as he is. Which is most definitely a good thing, given the way he’s been acting ever since the last fight.

Almost instantly, memories came back to him.

"I love you, Yu"

"I love you, ___"

His head and heart hurting, he turned away, trying to compose himself.

After a few minutes of not looking at the kid and ignoring him, he turned around. Feeling a bit better, he decided he should at least say something to distract the kid from.... well, something that hadn't happened in a long time.

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

sobasamurai

Kanda blinked for a minute.

“Two… auras? Well, I suppose that could be Mugen.”

Kanda grabs the sword and holds it away from Coffee, making sure the sharp end is facing himself.

“This is my sword. It… it’s very powerful. Saved my life a few times. And to answer your question… the enemies of the Order have yellow eyes. Including an ally of mine who had no say in the matter of getting these powers. They are very powerful, and only one has ever been killed for good. What is a third eye?”

He resists looking at the sword with Third Eye - if Kanda had issues with yellow eyes, Coffee didn’t want to exacerbate it. A sword with an aura sounded… odd. But not impossible. Maybe he could ask about it more later, when tensions weren’t so seemingly high.

“Makes about as much sense as anything else, I guess. If one of my closest friends is allowed to be a talking cat, a sword can have it’s own aura.” Though it did make him wonder if the sword was alive, in some manner. The yellow eyes, though… No wonder Kanda got spooked then.

“Ah… Sorry I startled you, then. I don’t know how your enemies work, but Third Eye is… another kind of vision? When it’s active, I can see ‘auras’, people’s strength measured in a pair of colors - the body glows one color, and an aura hovers around the person that glows another. It also lets me see any objects of interest, valuables, or ‘hidden’ things. Can show me where cameras range of vision is too - damn useful for sneaking around. I mostly use it in the Cognitive world to help get around without being seen, but it comes in handy out here, too.” It was one of his only Metaverse powers usable in the real world. One day he wanted to figure out if he was ever meant to have the ability, or if it was gifted by Yaldabaoth specifically.

"It's fine. I wasn't aiming to kill. Just startle you. Sorry"

He sighed, thinking of his world. At least there, it was common knowledge by higher ups he wasn't a normal person. He was sent out on more dangerous missions more often than most, but they never experimented on him again after the first Alma incident.

"Anyways, you said you could see my power.... how strong am I?"

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Coffee is staring rather hard at Kanda. His eyes are a vivid yellow, and the expression on his face is one of utter confusion. The young man doesn't entirely seem to be paying attention to Kanda as a whole - honestly it rather seems like he's staring through him - but eventually, he speaks.

"Kanda, sir - can I... ask you something? It's gonna sound really weird though."

Kanda looks to the direction of the voice.

Yellow eyes.

Just like a Noah.

Without hesitating, Kanda grabbed Mugen, his sword, and stabbed right NEXT to Coffee's head.

"What do you want Moy-i mean kid?"

"Two... auras? Well, I suppose that could be Mugen."

Kanda grabs the sword and holds it away from Coffee, making sure the sharp end is facing himself.

A sigh. For a second there, Kanda had almost thought someone he knew was here. But where was here? Should he really wish she was here? He didn’t know.

“Yu Kanda. Only one person is allowed to use my first name though, and that’s not you.”

It felt so… different, introducing himself with his full name. But it felt… right. This girl reminded him of Lenalee. She couldn’t be bad… right? Hopefully, she gets the message that he doesn’t like his first name used.

"Yu Kanda. Only one person is allowed to use my first name though, and that's not you."

no one at all:

my muse: