To Be An Exorcist (Kanda Fanfiction)

21st Chapter- Taste of Past

"Twenty, twenty one, twenty four, twenty eight, thirty six." The sound of a pencil breaking was heard. "Damnit." The brief sound of the pencil hitting the wall rang through the dark room. The door swung open suddenly, letting in light to the pitch black room.

"You really need to stop this. Komui's going to end up making you share a room with Lenalee or Miranda if you don't get your shit together," Kanda scolded, setting a tray of food down in front of Naomi, who was sitting on the ground.

"Kanda," Naomi said, taking a drink of the metal cup filled with coffee. She looked at him seriously. "..sharpen my pencil for me. It broke again."

An annoyed mark appeared on the stern exorcist's face. "This studying, or whatever the hell you're doing isn't good for you. Can't you see that?!"

Naomi, who was gazing emptily at her coffee looked up at Kanda. "Did you say something?"

Kanda facepalmed. "Why do I even..?"

"Why do you even..?" Naomi questioned, taking a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

"What exactly is this that you're so focused on? So focused you're killing yourself?"

She took another sip of coffee. "You're stepping all over it." Naomi gestured to the many papers littering the ground.

"Then it has to do with your dreams?" Kanda raised an eyebrow.

"Precisely." She pushed the empty tray into Kanda's hands. "Now...can you please sharpen my pencil for me?"

He let out an irritated breath, turning his head to the side. "Fine."

"Thank you Kanda." Naomi gave a tired smile.

"Only if you get some sleep," he finished.

She frowned. "Kandaaaaaaaa." Naomi whined. "That's not fair."

"It's completely fair," he defended, picking up the broken pencil. "If you're not asleep by the time I'm back, I'll burn this whole room to smithereens."

"Ugh," Naomi complained. Kanda left the room, and Naomi plopped onto her bed, realizing just how tired she was. Within minutes she was out like a light.

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There was nothing to be seen, only noises. Perhaps that's what made this evolving nightmare more horrifying. The shatter of something glass being broken. The vibrations felt as a body hit the floor. Though this seemed to have an odd déjà vu feeling to it Naomi couldn't place her fingers on what it was.

The uncontrolled, ragged breaths of a male was heard. The words that exited his mouth were even more unstable. "Why-why are you looking at me like that? Y-you saw it too Naomi. That, what happened..it wasn't my fault. Mama....mama drove me over the edge. Please, don't back away like that. I-I'm not scary, I won't hurt you I promise.."

Footsteps neared and the groaning creaks of wood floorboards ensued. That same unstable being nearing, the breaths coming even more out of tune as a short maniacal laughter escaped the male's throat. "C'mon Naomi. You can't go anywhere else, you'll have to trust me. Trust papa. Would I ever harm you? My darling daughter?"

His breathing took on a more frustrated rhythm as the footsteps became louder, with less pause between them. Another set of feet accompanied the first one, smaller, lighter sounds. Presumably a child. Finally, the scene was painted for Naomi's eyes to see.

A man, older than Naomi, but still relatively young for a parent was in the small child's pursuit. This man struck a few notable resemblances to Naomi and the young child. For instance, that clear smile across his face that matched the one Naomi might make if she possessed such insanity as him. Same thin nose, similar dark hair color, identical eye color even.

The man called out to the child once more. "Naomi. Come back to papa. Where could you possibly go? Y-you, you need me!"

The child went on a full out run, speeding out of the house into the black night. "No! Get away!" Her high-pitched voice rang throughout as she ran, the man following at leisure, placing his hands comfortably into the pockets of the white overcoat he wore.

The girl turned back for only a brief second, and that was her worst mistake. Looking into the eyes of the man who Naomi could only assume was her father she lost her footing, tripping and stumbling down the cliff nearby. The scene wasn't shown to her, but Naomi could still here the sickening crack as the child's body hit the ground, likely dead.

The man made no attempt to save her. Instead he made his way down the cliff using the path the child had missed, taking each step slow and dramatic. "You can't just trust papa can you?" he said disapprovingly. He placed a hand on her forehead, moving her dark brown locks out of her face. A few drops of blood stuck to his hand.

Now he walked away. Away from the child, away from the house, away from the cliff. "One day you'll return to papa. That I'm sure of."

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The Noah of Judge suddenly let out of his meditating position, landing on the ground on his back. For a few seconds it looked as though he was having a seizure. Though his frigid movements stopped as he smiled, showing off his teeth to the Earl.

"We've collected an excellent discovery."

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Any guesses on that dream?

Totally off topic: That one scene in the manga with Alma in Kanda's arms and he cries and is like "...yeah"

OMG. I'm still crying about it. #kandascryingputsmeindepression

Enjoy the next installment of To Be An Exorcist, I do hope you enjoy.

~Live