firm_detective | The wonder that's keeping the stars apart

::she had been smiling, holding a tray of food for them, but at the sound of L's voice, plus the fact that he doesn't look up, well, that worries her. She quickly sets the tray down, closes and locks the door, then takes a seat next to him, her expression worried::
What is it?

*He turns to her, but doesn't look directly at her.*

Do you remember the other day, when I spoke to Mel for a while after that room made us dance?

::she nods, her expression still concerned, then a thought crosses her mind::
Yes...is it about the binding?

*He sets the book down on the coffee table, still without looking at her, and pauses before replying.*

Yes.

They've completed it.

*He raises his gaze to her face, looking helpless.*

::she stares a moment, a bit in disbelief::
Really?...do they know if it works?

*A slow shake of his head.*

I don't think they will know until the time comes. But they performed the procedures, and Mel is confident that it was successful.

*He reaches for her hand.*

It results in tattoos... or, at least, she believes tattoos strengthen the bond. They are unlike normal tattoos -- more like a stamped mark, I think.

::she tilts her head slightly, thinking about that piece of information, then nods slightly, as if seeing how that may work::
Does the tatto have to be in a specific spot? Does it have to be carved in? ::she grimaces slightly at the thought of having to carve in her skin with a razor, or worse, his skin::

I don't know if it has to be in a specific spot -- theirs are on their shoulders -- but no, no, it appears as part of the procedure. Mel said

There is a cut involved -- *he looks away from her again, back at the top of the coffee table* -- but not for that. A blood exchange is required.

::she gently covers his knee, the one closest to her, speaking softly::
I'm willing to do whatever is involved.

*He half-smiles, clinging to her hand, but it doesn't reach his eyes.*

It isn't that, Misa. It's that it is difficult for me to accept something so esoteric -- I'm going to feel exceptionally foolish through most of the learning process. Mel says that shouldn't affect the final results, though. I will have to approach it as... something like a recipe.

::she nods:: I understand. It will be strange for me, too. But, we're still willing to try, and that's what's most important. ::she squeezes his hand, smiling::

*Another pause.*

Yes. I am willing to try.

The first thing, she said, was to learn some simple things -- a choice of healing, or the ability to move things -- I'm not yet sure in what way. I thought the healing would be more useful.

The healing does sound more useful. Though, perhaps we should ean both, just in case?

Do they float across the room, I wonder, or just disappear from one location and reappear in the other?

*He doesn't sound like he's making a joke.*

At any rate, she says she'll begin teaching us whenever we are ready.

There isn't --

::she tilts her head::
Isn't what?

*He looks back up at her, tilting his face with a question.*

There isn't any going back after this, Misa.

*His grip on her hand tightens a little.*

::her hand tightens on his as well and she nods, expression serious::
I know. And...though I know I'll miss my sister and my nephew...::her expression looks wistful for a moment but it quickly goes back to serious and determination:: ...but to go back there, to never see you again...it's just about the worst fate I can imagine. I want to do this, and as long as you'll have me, I'll stay with you forever.
::her expression becomes slightly worryied, her head tilting ever so slightly::
Do...do you want to do this? ::her question is spoken with almost a frightened tone, as if she's afraid he may say no, that he doesn't want her with him, not to this extent::

*His answer is immediate: a humorless, nervous laugh, his blank face breaking into its helpless look again, and a quick nod.*

Yes. Very much.

*He softens, as a knot of tension in his abdomen begins to relax.*

Very much, Misa.

It's only that it involves accepting things I don't believe are real.

::her eyebrows furrow now, her expression concerned::
Really? We have to believe it will work for it to actually work?

No, it doesn't seem like it -- we just have to go through the motions in the proper way. But to believe it worked after we've done it... that is what will be difficult.

I think I will go through my life waking up every day to wonder whether or not you're gone. I already do.

::she cuddles next to him::
I worry about that, too.

... Even so, as foolish as I know I'll feel during the learning process, I am willing to try it. It sounds ridiculous, but if it is viable -- and it is the only viable possibility to present itself so far -- I think we have to make the attempt.

*He puts his arm around her shoulders, putting his face closer to hers.*

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::she nods::
I think I'll feel a bit silly, too, depending on what we have to do. I may laugh a lot, I think. ::she smiles slightly::

::when he wraps his arm around her, she slides hers around his lower back, her hand resting on his waist, gently pressing the side of her face to his::
I'm will to try anything if there's a possibility that it may work. Though I must warn you, I'm not very good with getting cut, so I'll probably cry. ::she laughs softly, a bit embaressed:: I may even have to throw up afterward.

*He turns his face and kisses her cheek.*

I don't know how much of a cut will be necessary, or who has to do the cutting. We can learn, though.

I would rather not have to cut you.

::turning her face, she captures his lips, then rests her forehead to his::

I'd rather not have to cut you, either. But, if it means we'll be able to be together, I'm willing ot try it.

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