firm_detective | whatever happens to you, you're safe with me

Since we have last seen the bedroom, things have changed a little. The most noticeable difference is that the sofa, which faced away from the foot of the bed, and had a small coffee table in front of it, has been rotated. It is now against the wall, facing the foot of the bed, with the table in front of it. An Apple Powerbook computer, plugged in and closed, is on the table.

The room is essentially clean and well-kept, but there are several large stacks of small, empty, clear plastic snack cups on the table that's on the far left side of the room from the entrance, under a bank of dead monitors. The cups seem to have been arranged in a pattern, as though a structure of some kind is being built. Another Powerbook sits at the end of the table, unplugged; its cord is coiled on top of it, along with a few safety pins.

firm_detective enters the room, followed by

misamisal. He carries her bag in one hand, and holds her hand with the other.

They have just come from the bar, with a stop at Misa's room. He wears a very serious, troubled expression.

After the door is closed, he guides her to the corner near the hinges and sets her bag down next to her. "Wait here... I'm going to check the room." He looks under the bed, in the closet, and all around the bathroom, as well as glancing around the room's corners: nothing. Finally, with a sigh, he relaxes a little, turning back to her. "It's all right." He attempts a reassuring smile.

He crosses to the sofa, sitting on it; he crosses his legs in front of him instead of settling into his usual crouch, and motions for her to join him.

"Misa... I know you know some of the Bs around The Mansion, but how much do you know about the Los Angeles BB Murder Case? It happened about two years ago, for me."

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::sits next to him, knowing this is serious, since he isn't sitting as he normally does. Her expression is concerned. She shakes her head.:: I don't know anything of it. I didn't know about any B's before I came here.

*He takes a moment to consider how much to tell her.*

No, no, you wouldn't have. His name was never given as B in the news.

*puts his arm around her shoulders, and begins to speak.*

I'm sure you've heard by now that I was raised -- along with a few other kids, older and younger -- at an orphanage Watari founded. Originally the goal was just... to keep orphans and abandoned kids with high potential, high IQs, from slipping through the cracks. Then they found what I could do, and I started working as L when I was... pretty young, actually. And it started to seem important that... that other kids be trained to think like me, work like me, in case... something should happen to me.

At some point, the whole purpose of the orphanage changed... it still educates kids who are to some extent or another prodigies, but it could also be fair to call it an L factory. I don't... I don't have much to do with that; I just do what I can for them. But the kids all know it, and they're now all taught to revere what I do, to think of it as the highest possible calling, regardless of what they go on to do in their lives, or if they are chosen as possible successors.

*takes her hand with his free one, and begins to absently use the tips of his index and middle fingers to slowly and lightly stroke the tops her fingers, from the back of the hand to the nail.*

So, A and B were the first two kids who were trained... not much younger than me, really, and they were both... brilliant. First-rate minds. But the mistake that was made, what none of us thought of, was to truly gauge their emotional strength.

A came to hate the idea of becoming the next L, and... he... he hanged himself on his thirteenth birthday. I wasn't too much older, at the time... it was... hard.

*his hand pauses on hers for a moment, before he resumes the stroking, and continues, carefully,*

B was next in line.

You saw him. He lost his mind, and became bitter. All that stupid hero-worship that was instilled in him, it turned around, and he became obsessed with -- it's hard to say what.

He doesn't just want to succeed to the position of L, anymore... he wants to... become me. I mean, as a person. Or... surpass me at being myself, or something.

It seems irrelevant, because not very many people at all in my world know what I look like, and I'm not sure how he found out. But he does what he can to look, talk, behave like me, even though he can't... he can't quite pull it off, even by dyeing his hair and wearing makeup and sitting in positions he finds extremely uncomfortable for hours at a time.

Anyway, where I come from, B is dead. He was, actually, killed by Kira. I don't know what he's doing here, or when he came. Misa, he murdered several people... *sounds disgusted*... all in an effort to get my attention. One of them was a little girl.

*pauses again, and resumes with a changed tone:*

Third and fourth in line were Mello and Near... or Near and Mello, I haven't decided yet.

Matt and Near -- the two in the bar, yes -- have both heavily suggested that, if given the opportunity, I do what I can to help Mello and Near work together.

I've tried to explain that it isn't fair to make them live out their lives with an expectation of taking on my position, and it isn't -- the safest thing for me, either, to create rivals. Dealing with B has taught me that.

::listens carefully to each word, staring into space, thinking:: I...I had heard of A hanging himself from one of the other B's, and that she had caught him, but was unable to stop him... I wonder if it was the same with some of the others...

::shakes her head:: If.. if he had at least killed someone who was a terrible person, but... ::anger and sadness can be heard in her voice:: but a little girl?! ::her hands ball into fists:: That's absolutelly horrible and... ::tears come to her eyes:: I can't stand it when children are hurt, especially when it's unwarrentted.

::nods slightly:: I've noticed most of the Nears and Mello's seem to have a bit of a rivalry and sometimes they seem a bit hostile towards those of other universes, though mostly toward the one from their own. It seems, though, from what I've seen here, that it's the Mello's that seem to be more angry, the Nears have a bit of coolness about the situation...as if they simply observe and know what's happening and understand...

::she continues to look at the coffee table in front of them, but she leans against him:: L... what will B do if he finds us? Will he hurt us? I don't want you to get hurt.

*quietly*
Yes... the girl was... not a small child, but barely a teenager, and not well-off. And he did it to try to prove a point.

*rubs eyes*
I can't say I've really met very many Mellos or Nears yet, to be honest. More Matts than anything, but not even a large number of them. Two... three?

*He looks down at her, then leans his cheek against the top of her head.*
I don't know what B will do. The last time I dealt with him... he didn't want to strike at me directly. I don't think he wants to hurt me, exactly... I think he wants to humiliate me somehow. Or... make me afraid. I think... my concern is that he may hurt you, or... he may just want me to think he's considering hurting you.

Either way... he knows I'll be thinking of him.

This sort of thing is one of the reasons why I don't usually have personal attachments.

::breaths a small sigh:: Still, that's young enough...did...did she suffer through it? Or did he do it painlessly? How does he execute his killings?

::leans against L, wrapping her arms around his torso::
I wish there was something I could do. I...I feel so helpless. ::smiles slightly and laughs a bit:: I'm going to have trouble letting you out of my sight for a while.

...you said Kira killed B. How did that happen?

*Hesitates, then says flatly,*
She was bludgeoned to death. Her skull was crushed. But he wasn't a serial murderer in the ordinary sense -- one caught up in the rituals of killing -- he was... more interested in creating a puzzle. Locked room killings, elaborate crime scenes. They weren't the same things each time. He wanted to create a case I couldn't solve.

*Relaxes a little, being embraced, and bends down to kiss her.*
Don't let me out of your sight? I think I could deal with that.

Ah. *he sighs* Kira. B was serving his time... he died of a heart attack, of course, in prison. About... six weeks after Kira started killing.

Are you tired? Where would you like to sleep?

::winces at the though, shaking her head quickly, as if to rid herself of the mental image:: How horrible! The poor girl...

::nods:: I see.

::smiles at being kissed:: I am a bit tired, but I don't know if I'll be able to sleep. If it's alright, I'd like to sleep on the bed. Um.. ::blushes, kind of looking away:: Would you sleep there, too? If you plan on sleeping. I don't want to be alone right now, even if we're just in the same room.

Yes. She was one of three, but the other two were adults. It seems to me that B must have come here from around that time, or a little earlier, because... his appearance changed when he was captured. *his tone suggests that he doesn't want to talk about this any further.*

*his expression brightens, and he takes her hand again.*
I don't know how much I'll be sleeping, but... yes, I'll stay in the bed, too. I just didn't want to make the presumption.

If you need to wash up and change, the bathroom -- *he gestures into a door on the wall to the left* -- is right there.

::smiles:: Alright then, I'm going to get ready now. ::she stands, kisses L on the forehead, then grabs her messenger bag and walks into the bathroom. She quickly takes a shower, dresses in a victorian looking nightgown with small pink/red roses all over it

then she brushes her teeth and exits the bathroom, her bag slung over her sholder again. She stands by L and smiles, then looks towards the bed.::
Which side of the bed do you usually use?

*his eyes follow her appreciatively when she exits the bathroom.*

*he points to the side further away from the door, and says wryly,*
It has a miniature refrigerator, which is always full of snack cups.

*He goes to sit on his side of the bed.*

::smiles, walking to the left side of the bed:: That's perfect, because I usually fall asleep on my left side. ::blushes:: I damaged something in my right hip when I was 14 doing belly dancing, so it feels good when there's no pressure on it. ^__^ ::sets her bag down next to the bed, pulls the covers back and sinks into them.:: Ooo, very comfy. ^__^

*vanishes into the bathroom for a few minutes, where he brushes his teeth, washes his face, and combs his hair. he has also taken off his jeans when he emerges, so he is standing in a long-sleeved white t-shirt and white boxer shorts with blue stripes. he folds the jeans and places them over the back of the computer chair under the monitors, at a detour on his way to the bed.*

*crawls under the covers with

misamisal and rolls on his side to face her.*

[[she's on the right side, but all the business still works!]]

Edited Date: 2008-05-20 04:35 am (UTC)

::she turns over to face him and smiles, feeling for his hand under the cover. She finds it, brings it up to her face and kisses the palm before cradling it against her cheek.:: Good night. :)

((ooc: Yessss, feeling for his hand.... XD She is. :P ))

*He brings his face down to hers, which he is already cupping, to kiss her goodnight properly, tracing the line of her cheekbone with his thumb.*

*He breaks away, and smiles softly.*

Good night.

::she blushes furiously. The kiss would have made her blush anyway, but she's lying in a bed next to him in her pajama's and she feel vulnerable. She shooches closer to him though, hoping he doesn't notice that her her heart is pounding:: G-good night...

*He moves closer to her as well, eyelids and breathing becoming a fraction heavier. His own heart flutters in his chest.*

I could... holdyouuntilyoufallasleep...

::her breathing has being a bit heavier now as well. She nods, putting her hands on his chest:: I'd... I'd like that, if it's okay...

*he holds out his arms, so that she can nestle on his slender chest, and tilts his head down for another kiss.*

::she gently kisses his lips, trembling softly, then nestles her hand under his, against his chest:: Thank you... good night.

*he snuggles her close against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her against him, breathing deeply and unsteadily. He strokes her hair.*

Goodnight.

*then, as almost an afterthought,*

... please... stay with me whenever you want.

::her breaths are just as deep and unsteady, but when she realizes that his are as well, she smiles softly, relaxing a bit::

Thank you. I will.

*he feels her relax, so he moves his hands down, not too far, and rubs her back very slowly and soothingly with the flats of his palms, still hugging her. After a few minutes, he murmurs,*

It's strange. I'm not really used to... being close to someone like this. I never had the time, before. And now... I feel like I have nothing but time.

Edited Date: 2008-05-21 07:55 am (UTC)

::murmers, almost asleep, eyes closed:: I'm not used to it either... no one seemed to want to get close to me in my old universe...::drops off for a minute, but sort of wakes back up, but still in a twilight:: ...used to think there was something wrong with me...plus, lots of guys scare me... had a stalker when I was 15, and I was almost raped and killed...*sleepy sigh* Gelus saved me...

*frowns*
I've seen... a lot of people who had "something wrong" with them. Sometimes I've spent months observing them. You don't strike me as one of them, exactly.

*hugs her very tightly at that news*
You're fine now... who's Jealous?

You know... there are a lot of people who want to kill me. I'm used to it. It was unsettling when I was young, though.

::smiles, her eyes still closed:: I'm glad you think so.

Gelus...shinigami...watched over me since he found me...supposed to die that day...saved me...

...not afraid to die... but afraid of unbearable pain... ::her eyebrows knit a little:: ...I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you...

*If her eyes were open, she'd see that an alarmed expression briefly crosses his face. Then he thinks to himself, As with Yagami... but the obsessive love... for me?, and understands a little better. This is... a normal human feeling? Yes. It is natural to want to hurt someone in return for the pain of a loved one. But her feelings... is it possible for them to be so strong, already?*

*He whispers, dryly,*

That really won't be necessary.

*Then, trailing his fingertip lightly from between her eyebrows down to the tip of her nose, he adds, sounding innocent and curious,*

... Why would you say something like that?

Edited Date: 2008-05-22 09:17 am (UTC)

::she's asleep now, yet still talking::
...don't want you to be hurt...do anything to protect you...*sighs, relaxing again* Just want you to be happy...

*He brushes her lips with his fingertip, and says, softly,*

I am happy.

*He watches her settle into sleep, and when he's sure that she won't wake up, he slowly extricates himself from her embrace. Slipping out of bed with infinite care, he crosses the room to retrieve the Powerbook from the coffee table near the sofa. He brings it back to the bed, where he props himself up against the headboard and sets the computer on his knees. He only pauses his rapid typing to occasionally draw his fingertip across the touchpad, sometimes frowning at the screen. Other than that, his face is entirely expressionless.*

::smiles in her sleep:: Good...me, too...

::throughout her sleep, Misa had tossed and turned a bit. Conseqencially, her nightgown has ridden higher and higher. She turns onto her back, still sound asleep, completely unaware that the nightgown has ridden up so much, that nearly half of her breasts are exposed.::

*Distracted from his work, finally, by her shift in position, he glances over... and gets an eyeful. He raises his eyebrows, then turns his attention back to the laptop, saving his file and shutting down the computer. He closes it, then slips out of bed again to put it on the long table against the left wall.*

*Returning to bed, he looks down at her, tilting his head, considering how best to handle the situation. He decides to pull the covers up to her shoulders, so she is neither disturbed nor exposed. Then, he yawns, and settles down himself, stretching out to his full height. He lies on his right side, facing her, his left arm thrown across her bare stomach, his head on her shoulder, and falls asleep.*

((ooc: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fanart opportunity! :D I should draw this sometime. ^__^ Maybe this weekend, I've been thinking I should sit down and draw something nice lately. ^__^ ))

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