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Misa Visits Uncle Ryuuzaki's Home For Wayward Youth

L sits in his room, one hand holding open a copy of Mann's Zauberberg, the other clutching the plastic snack cup of strawberry pudding which he is lazily consuming between pages. His laptop idles in the background, playing Gould's early recording of The Goldberg Variations.

He is becoming amused with the parallels between his own situation and that of Hans, the protagonist of Mann's novel, who lives in a large Swiss sanatorium for a number of years. But at least the Mansion does not force all its guests to sit outside on balconies in the frigid Alpine air for hours at a time, and no one here is consumptive....

There is a soft, tentative knock at the door.

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::Misa stands there, wearing the same pale pink poofy dress and black boots she had been wearing in the Stages of Life room. She's a little nervous, and also a little annoyed because she's so short as it is, but now she feels exceedingly small! She knocks on the door, a bit hesatintly, but she knocks anyway because she really wants to see him, knowing she'll feel comforted just by spending some time with him.::

*He flips the book face down, to hold his place, then walks over to the door, wondering if Misa forgot her key, or if maybe Light has come to get his notebook back. As usual, he braces his foot a few inches from the door.*

Who's there?

::she speaks softly, her voice rather high pitched, but sweet. It also sounds a little helpless::

It...it's Misa...I can't reach the door handle...

*It doesn't sound like Misa... well, not exactly. But it's certainly a little girl.*

*He cracks the door open, and looks down. There is, indeed, a small brown-haired girl in a pink dress staring up at him. He stares back at her, taking in her appearance, and realizes that the child does look precisely as Misa might have looked at the age of four or five.*

How did we get out of the room where you were a mermaid?
*he asks, gently; he wants to know that it's really her.*

::she smiles slightly and responds:: We swam down into the reef and there was a medallian. When we touched it we were transported into the hallway and we were all wet and caughing up water.

*He opens the door, then squats down on his haunches, to be more on her level, looking into her face, troubled.*

Oh, Misa. How did it happen this time?

::her face goes a bit sad and she almost looks like she's about to cry:: I heard a doggie... so I went into this room, and then I was like this... B-but, in the room, it made me lose my memory so I didn't know who was in there until I came out...

*He puts out his hand and strokes the top of her head.*

Well.

What are we going to do with you while you're in this state?

... Would you like some strawberry pudding? Or... a snack cup of oranges, perhaps?

::she touch is comforting and she smiles, visibly relieved, sighing:: St-strawberry pudding sounds delishus.

*He closes the door and locks it, then pads around the bed to the nightstand on the other side of it, which is a disguised miniature refrigerator. He takes out a cup of strawberry pudding and a spoon, then, on an afterthought, adds a napkin.*

I will bring this to you on the sofa, Misa; you should go and sit there now.

*He knows that he has ideas of what might be a proper way to treat her as a child, but is unsure of whether or not she will resent them.*

::she nods:: Okay.

::she walks over to the couch and has to hop on by throwing half of her body vertically on the material, hoisting herself up with her arms and one leg. When she's on, she turns around and plops down, leaning against the back, sitting very still and proporly, hardly what one would expect from a five year old. Her feet just barely peek over the side of the couch. She watches him, her hands folded in her lap::

*He raises his eyebrows.*

Goodness. You have excellent manners. You might have asked for help if you needed it....

*He peels the lid back from the snack cup, shakes out the napkin and hands it to her, waits for her to arrange it over her dress, then hands her the pudding and the spoon.*

Have you been wandering around like this for long?

::she spreads it out over herself and takes the cup and spoon firmly, being careful not to spill anything, especially not on the couch. She smiles at him, blushing, a bit embaressed::

Thank you. Both for the manners comment and for the pudding.

::she takes a small bite and smiles, her face lighting up:: Mmm, it's delicious!

::she shakes her head, making sure to swallow before she speaks:: No, not really. The room was upstairs, and I came right here to wait it out, since I couldn't really reach the door knobs on most of the doors. ::she smiles and laughs:: Though, Pink L and Lex were in the room. It was funny, because Lex was only a teenager, and his hair was a little shorter so I could see his eyes. It was funny, he looked really an-drog-in-us, even fem-in-nin. ::she pronounces each syllable so she doesn't flub the word with her newly found five year old tounge.::

((ooc: How is it that I can spell delicious correctly without much effort this time around, when just a few posts ago, I was so blank with it? XD Oh, the brain. :) ))

*He looks at her strangely: has her mind been unaffected? That would complicate the situation further.*

So there is no telling how long it might be... it might be best if you stay here and wait it out. I do not like the thought of you alone, in this condition... can you read? No, my book is in German, that won't help... I've got you your Alice 19th, like --

*He doesn't want to finish saying, "Like I told you the other day"; the other day was an intimate situation, and... he has a sudden impulse to drink something strong.*

I'm sure I won't be like this for too long. Why, when Pink L left the room, he went right back to normal, so I'll probably be back to normal soon. :)
::she smiles broadly at the mention of her manga:: I'd love to read it! ::she thinks a moment:: I...think I can still read... I still remember things...::she looks at him:: Have you read it before? We can read it together if you like. :)

::she looks over at him when he stops speaking abruptly, and tilts her head in confusion, but then makes the connection and starts laughing:: OoooOOOOOOOOooohhhhhhhh! Heeeheeheeheeeheeee! I think I'd feel a little strange too if you were this age and I thought about that. ^__^
::she finishes off her pudding:: Thank you, that was delicious. Where can I put these?

Yes, but it took two days for my closet to have things in it other than school uniforms, and your hair is still brown....

*He sighs.*
I did like Akazukin Chacha -- when I was twelve years old -- but I do not think Alice 19th is quite my sort of -- but if you cannot read it, yes, I will read it to you.

*He pushes his eyelids together.*
Misa, I do not think that's something you ought to be laughing about, at your age.

Here --
*After retriving the manga from near the computer, he hands it to her, then takes the pudding cup and spoon from her, to rinse them in the bathroom. When he finishes, he comes and sits next to her on the sofa.*

I do not know how to treat you,
*he admits.*

::she smiles but looks a bit guilting:: I'm sorry.

::when she's handed the book and smiles happily, in awe, running her hand over the cover, then holding it away from to stare at it:: Thaaaaaank youuuuuuu! ::she hugs it to herself, then looks over at him:: I think I still mostly have my mind, but...I'm kind of like a kid again... ::she looks down at the cover, her eyebrows knitted together as she concentrates on the words:: L...I don't think I can read all of this. ::she nearly pouts, looking up at him:: B-but that's ridiculous, I read lots of stuff. I just read this morning... ::she looks back at the book:: How is that even possible?

*He sighs.*

You can't read it?
All right. I will read it to you, then. I suppose you will have to come closer so you can see the pages, but... this is strange for me, Misa.

::she nods, her eyes large and very child-like:: I understand.

::she tenatively inches closer to him, then pressed up right next to him, burrowing her way under his arm, then looking up at him and smiling:: If this is uncomfortable for you, I can move.

*It's not so bad. He's very conscious that she's a child, and so -- all his usual feelings have dwindled to a hazy affection, and a bit of confusion.*

*He opens the book, and begins to read to her.*

... And did you want to become a Lotis Master, Misa?
*he says, at the end of a chapter.*

::Misa is fast asleep, laying against him. She looks like a living doll with long dark eyelashes, porclin skin, and contrasting brown hair::

*He smiles, then reaches over to shake her shoulder.*

Misa? Misa. Wake up. It is time to wake up, and have some tea.

::she wakes up, looking up at him with unfocused eyes, then smiling lazily and blinking a few times to come more awake::

I'm sorry I fell asleep, I tried not to, but I was so comfortable and so tired...

::she then stans up on the couch and hugs him around his sholders, pressing her cheek to his:: Thank you for reading it to me. ::she gives him a quick peck on the cheek. Suddenly, a big pink cloud poofs around Misa, and when it clears, she's standing on L's sofa, her normal self, though still with brown hair, and she's completely naked.::

Ah! ::she falls back down on the couch, covering herself with her arms, then looking up at L and laughing:: Dangit! Of COURSE they would do this.

*His eyes grow large with surprise, and he covers his mouth with one long-fingered pale hand, trying to hide his snickering.*

I will -- get something for you from the closet --

*He disappears into the closet, emerging a few moments later with a set of his own clothing. While he's in the closet, his peal of stifled laughter can be heard in the room itself. He can't remember the last time he's laughed so hard.*

This will get you back to your own closet, I think. We will have to roll up the legs....

::she laughs along with him, loving the sound of his laughter and accepts the clothing:: Thank you. ^__^ ::she pulls on the pants, then pulls the shirt over her head. It's all rather baggy on her, the sleeves way passed her hands, but still quite comfortable. Besides, it's L's, and it smells of him. She hugs her arms to her body and takes a deep breath of the clothing, smiling:: They smell good. ^__^

*He looks a little surprised, again.*

Are they clean? I thought I brought a clean set out -- it can be hard to tell, though, with them being all the same --

I will get you a clean set, but if you do not mind just wearing those for as long as it takes you to go back to your room and change...

*He shrugs.*

It's up to you.

*She still looks small and cute, in his clothes.*

Misa... you were a very charming little girl. But I prefer you as you are.

::she smiles and shakes her head:: Oh no, they're clean, but... the smell of a person can linger on clothing even after it's been washed. I'm fine wearing these, thank you. :)

::she sheepishly smiles, blushing:: Heehee, thank you. ::she then moves forward and wraps her arms around him, gving him another quick kiss on the cheek::

*He blinks at her, oddly touched.*

All right. You can keep them for me in your room, if you want. Then, the next time this place decides to dress me like a plumber -- or a schoolboy -- yes.

*He returns her embrace and ducks his head to kiss her mouth, gently caressing her hair a few times.*

Would you like to get tea now -- a snack, too? We will stop in your room on the way so you can change... I could eat a big bowl of fruit. Or... crepes, perhaps?

::she smiles, wrapping her arm around his and entwining their fingers together:: That sounds great. Shall we go?

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