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badfic_logs2010-06-13 09:33 pm
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Entry tags:
Cat, stoat, spider monkey
Character Names: Mello [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], Matt [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], L [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
When: Monday morning of week 3
Location: L's room (006)
Summary: Mello calls for an emergancy Wammy Kid meeting (concerning the TALKING ANIMALS NOW FOLLOWING THEM AROUND)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Warnings: Wammy Kids.
Mello glanced down at the black cat behind him. It, she, was walking very proudly, her tail held high and small black paws taking very deliberate strides as she kept in step just a few feet behind him. Her yellow eyes were on his face as she spoke.
"I keep telling you, you're overreacting," her voice was calm and even, her accent was English. She was a cat. Talking to him.
Talking animals, that had happened before, here in fact, there was that fucking rabbit. But this was different. This was a cat who a) knew his name b) wouldn't allow him to walk away from her and c) Mello felt as if he was tied to the cat, as if he couldn't walk away if he tried. He needed to be close to her. This was a cat who claimed to be his Demon. Whatever the Hell that meant (although Mello's Catholic sensibility didn't like it at all.)
Mello chose not to answer.
"Fine," she said holding her head high, "give me the silent treatment. It won't help you in the end. We need to be partners in this."
"I've already got a partner," Mello snapped, jerking his head backwards towards the redhead following him. The cat rolled her eyes as Mello pounded on L's door. "Ryuzaki! Are you in there?"
When: Monday morning of week 3
Location: L's room (006)
Summary: Mello calls for an emergancy Wammy Kid meeting (concerning the TALKING ANIMALS NOW FOLLOWING THEM AROUND)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Warnings: Wammy Kids.
Mello glanced down at the black cat behind him. It, she, was walking very proudly, her tail held high and small black paws taking very deliberate strides as she kept in step just a few feet behind him. Her yellow eyes were on his face as she spoke.
"I keep telling you, you're overreacting," her voice was calm and even, her accent was English. She was a cat. Talking to him.
Talking animals, that had happened before, here in fact, there was that fucking rabbit. But this was different. This was a cat who a) knew his name b) wouldn't allow him to walk away from her and c) Mello felt as if he was tied to the cat, as if he couldn't walk away if he tried. He needed to be close to her. This was a cat who claimed to be his Demon. Whatever the Hell that meant (although Mello's Catholic sensibility didn't like it at all.)
Mello chose not to answer.
"Fine," she said holding her head high, "give me the silent treatment. It won't help you in the end. We need to be partners in this."
"I've already got a partner," Mello snapped, jerking his head backwards towards the redhead following him. The cat rolled her eyes as Mello pounded on L's door. "Ryuzaki! Are you in there?"
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"Yes. You may come in. I assume you would like to talk."
When Matt and Mello entered, they would be greeted by the sight of L crouching on his bed, glancing sideways at the black spider monkey (http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//2000/900/50/3/62953.jpg) perched on his shoulder, grooming his hair. He did not look pleased.
"Oh, love, do cheer up," she urged, sounding every bit as British as Mello's cat. "You've visitors, and two nice-looking boys, at that!"
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And boy, did he tell it.
"This way, this way!" The animal slinked along the floor, pausing every few feet to turn his head in every direction. "Hurry, hurry!" He liked to say things twice, apparently. Since Matt usually said nothing...it evened out.
Talk. Yeah, good idea. Maybe L would be able to figure this--
Matt paused in the doorway, blinking over Mello's shoulder at the monkey perched on L's.
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"No," Mello gave the cat a look, "why should I?"
"She complimented you," Bubastis pointed out.
Mello sighed, "yeah, fine. Thank you...spider monkey?" Mello wasn't too sure of the species. Biology was never his thing, more of a chemistry nerd. Then he shifted his gaze to the detective that the monkey was grooming. He had never been more confused in his life and his expression probably betrayed that.
Bubastis sighed, "You lot don't need to be so confused. I'll tell you again, we're your daemons."
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L hadn't known the monkey's name until that very moment. He cocked his head at her. "Godiva. The same name as Lady Godiva."
"You may call me that if you wish, L," Godiva said fondly, returning to the grooming of his hair. "My, you must employ the use of a brush more often, dear..."
"Ryuzaki," L corrected her, his eyes widening slightly. "My name is Ryuzaki."
"Oh, yes, just cast off the Christian name given to you by your loving parents to adopt something awkward and foreign-sounding..."
That was when L, still scowling, jumped up from his crouch, like a leap frog. He landed easily on the floor, stretching into a standing position, and Godiva -- unwarned about the sudden movement, fell off his shoulder and onto the bed.
"Good gracious, you needn't be so grumpy!" Lady Godiva chided, rolling easily back into a sitting position, suspiciously similar to L's own crouch.
"My name is Ryuzaki," L repeated.
"Yes, yes, Ryuzaki, whatever you think would be best, dear..."
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"This is Matt! That's what you can call him! But his real name's--"
Matt made a sudden grab for the little animal's tail, pulling it back.
"Hey, Scout. Ixnay on the amenay."
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But it never stopped him wondering who that little boy Wammy found was. Who or what L had been. Where he'd begun. Who was L? What was the name that killed him?
L...
L was L.
The sudden sound of stoat being silenced snapped Mello back to attention and both his and Bubastis's heads turned in unison to watch Matt scold the stoat.
Bubastis rolled her eyes, "Scout, don't be stupid! You know these two are paranoid. Three, it seems," she corrected herself. "Honestly it's just childish here. There's no Kira." She licked her paw matter-of-factly.
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"Ah, the lad does have a point," Godiva confirmed with a sigh. A moment later she made a jump for a curtain rod and swung from it with her tail, landing back on L's shoulder. "But there's no need to be so serious about it all the time. You're free here, are you not? You are liberated from the confines of being the world's greatest detective... and you two," she nodded toward Mello and Matt, "are free from the pressures and expectations of living up to him."
Without looking at Godiva, L reached up and plucked her off his shoulder, between his thumb and forefinger, by the scruff of her neck. He held her as he held everything -- as if touching something unpleasant -- and held her up in front of his face. Only then did he look her in the eye.
"That is true in theory. Even so, one never stops being the world's greatest detective, no matter his surroundings. He and his successors must be ready for anything."
With that, L dropped her. He had the overwhelming urge to sanitize his hand now, as well.
From the floor, Godiva chimed in, "Being the world's greatest detective means nothing if you are no longer in the world, Ryuzaki."
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"Christ!" The redhead jumped a little at the suddenly feeling of something crawling up his leg. Matt looked down, just able to make out Scout's form as he moved underneath Matt's pant leg, all the way up under his shirt, until the stoat's head popped out of the neck hole.
"Aaaah! Isn't she beautiful! So shiny! So proud!"
Matt blinked before following the path of Scout's gaze, and smirking to himself on where it was focused.
"You like the cat, huh." He arched an eyebrow. "Figures."
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Wammy Boys are too well trained. No matter where they went the struggle still went on. They would always fight one another, they would always work to become L...they would always tell themselves that. Even if there was nothing to work on, no task to bring them closer, they would convince themselves there was. They would invent mysteries, tasks, jobs. They would obsess over something tiny, blowing it out of proportion just so they could hold on to it.
Sometimes they even invented their own crimes to solve.
Because of L. Because of what they were made to be.
To be L. To be better than L.
To step over him. To step on him.
To make him proud. To make him scared.
To save him. To destroy him.
That was all there was. That was all there ever was, just L.
Mello realized that every so often, he'd always been more introspective than a lot of the kids brought up behind those wrought iron gates, and it froze his insides. He'd have to knock it away with reassurances about justice, about God, about good and evil. Or he'd distract himself (back at school he'd go into Matt's room at that point and sit on his bed, watching the redhead play video games until it dissolved into the back of his mind again.)
And now just like always, Mello pushed it away, glancing down at Bubastis who looked back up at him. He was smirking, she was not. "What do you think? Has he got a shot?" Mello asked her.
"You're so male," she said irritably.
"Yeah..." Mello didn't quite follow.
"You're thinking about what Godiva said," the cat nodded towards the monkey, "and you should be. You should be talking about it. Not this. How does it make you feel?"
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"Tsk, tsk," Godiva said from her perch on the floor. "Trying to dismiss your daemon, just like that. Such a skeptic, love."
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His hidden eyes slid towards the blond before snapping back to Godiva as she spoke. Okay, he just can't take it anymore.
"Hey. Can I pet your monkey?"
His monotone voice only made the request sound even more ridiculous.
?
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" he mouthed at the redhead. Bubastis let out a scoff, yellow eyes slipping ceiling ward as she rolled her eyes.