Yes, yes, I know I'm still working on TLT, but this was completely spontaneous and demanded to be written. I was watching Fiddler on the Roof and I re-discovered my list of prompts. This is the first of fifty – much more than TLT, I know, but I'm going to try it.

These are all LaviKanda from D. Gray-Man (which I adore!) in varying degrees of closeness, varying degrees of intensity (no more than T, if even that), in all different genres and other stuff. In short, it's sort of another TLT, but possibly more actual-pairing-ish than it.

Here goes nothing.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man

2 AM

It's two AM and Kanda can't sleep. It's not unusual, this insomnia, but it's been happening more often recently. So he sits by the window all night, with no lights on in his room. He makes an impressionable picture, silver moonlight, brilliant blue hair, dark eyes set in an Asian face, the sword leaning against his shoulder as he gazes out into the night.

Finally, he loses his patience and leaves the window, exiting his room and moving silently down the empty hall, heading for the place where he knows he will find the only person he wants to see right now.
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The library is dark, but Kanda has no problem navigating, his eyes having adjusted long ago. He walks soundlessly between the rows and rows and rows of books, moving towards the alcove in the back, by a window, where the Bookman Junior spends his nights, reading and reading and writing and writing all night long. Sure enough, he's there, bent over a thick book, red hair gleaming in the candlelight. His one green eye is semi-glazed-over, not really reading any more, just staring blankly at the page. Kanda knows the look well. Lavi has a habit of staring out of windows, gazing into empty space. Thinking of things beyond what was around him. The baka is a lot smarter than he let on, really.

At the approach of Kanda, Lavi blinks and looks up, his eye focusing again, coming back to the world. "Yuu? What are you doing here?" The Bookman Junior looks at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's so late. You should go back to bed."

Kanda shakes his head, rolling his eyes slightly. "Couldn't sleep. I decided to come down here. Might as well have company if I'm going to be up all night."

Lavi knows that Kanda would never say something like that to anyone else. He is a solitary person, everyone knows that, but sometimes the samurai could almost enjoy the usagi's company. He's done this before, going to the library at midnight or past to do nothing but sit and meditate beside Lavi as the redhead does whatever Bookmen do all night. Although the usagi could be noisy and energetic at times, he could also be quiet, calm, a soothing presence. Though he can drive Kanda mad sometimes, and though Kanda will never admit it, he likes Lavi. He likes him much more than he lets on, and he especially likes this quieter side of the Bookman Junior. There is something about Lavi… he doesn't know what it is, but he likes it.
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Dawn found the library empty, save for two young men. One, a redhead with an eye patch, was slumped over an open book, his uncovered eye moving beneath his lid in dreams. The other, a Japanese man with long blue hair, sat on the floor, leaning against the back of the redhead's chair. A sheathed katana lay across his lap, his hands resting on it gently.

The librarian who finds them is quick to leave, knowing the samurai's temper. When the two leave an hour or two later, no one mentions a thing.

But two dawns later, they are in the same place, doing the same thing. The scenario repeats itself until it becomes the norm for Kanda to go down to the alcove in the library if he's still awake past midnight.

As he enters Lavi's field of vision, the Bookman looks up and smiles. "I've been waiting for you, Yuu."

Kanda rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. He simply sits down against the back of Lavi's chair and closes his eyes. Lavi grins and reaches back, running his fingers through the Japanese's long, silky hair. Any other time, he would have jerked back, gotten angry, snapped at the redhead to leave his hair alone.

But it's two AM, and for now, he'll let it go.

So, how was that? Yes, it's a first attempt at present-tense writing, and I apologize for any past-tense slipups. I'm sure there are some.

As always, I love reviews. They motivate me to write more. I really hope you all like these, and maybe I'll get another one done while I watch the Grammies tonight.

Hope to see you soon!

- Ruyax