Uncle Ryuuzaki's Not-As-Planned Weekend

[firm_detective]

Misa steps into the room with L following. He is now quite a bit shorter than her.

He flops down on the sofa. After he's situated, he stares at her with big, dark eyes.

"I know I can still read books, but Misa, would you read to me later?"

He has been trying to hide his fear from most of the adults he's encountered, to greater or lesser degrees of success, but he doesn't feel like he needs to hide it from her.

[[This thread is private to firm_detective and misamisal for now; if you want in, you know the drill. I wouldn't be surprised if justiceishot dropped by at some point, for example.

L has stumbled into an age-reversal room on accident, and is now 8 years old. He is 4'5" tall, weighs about 55 lbs, and has a face that is all eyes. He is expressive of a few emotions, but makes transparent attempts to cover most of them. His speech is more "British" than it is as an adult, and has lost some of its other characteristic patterns. The overall impression he gives is that of a bright little boy who may sometimes be both too serious and too calculating for his age.

His memories are jumbled. He knows who most of the people in the Mansion are, but very few details of the Kira case. Things that happened more than about a week ago feel far away in his memory, while things that happened in early childhood are more present. He is right around the age he was when he met Watari, and as such, is more inclined to miss his parents.

His feelings towards Misa are also different: he has a strong preference for her, but it's a child's love for a favorite adult.]]

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[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*A little sigh of relief escapes his lips. He steps into the closet and changes his clothing quickly, then steps out and crashes onto the bed again. The pajamas are very plain: they look like something that the Mansion keeps in stock for child forms of Near.*

*Large, dark eyes full of anticipation, he picks up a section of the blanket, twisting it between his fingers.*

I'm ready for the story.

*He seems excited. It isn't that he couldn't read it himself -- he could, and has, a number of times -- it's that he seldom has this much of an adult's attention.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles brightly:: Okay. But first, I'm going to leave the book with you while I get ready for bed.

::she grabs her favorite nightgown, the cotton, victorian looking white one with little red roses that reaches her calves, then hurries into the bathroom. Behind the door, she changes, brushes her teeth, washes her face, then re-emerges and climbs into the bed::

Okay, all set then? ::she pulls the covers over her and L, tucking him in gently, then picking up the book::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He rests against the pillows, his arms folded over the blankets, and he looks up at her. He blinks, and yawns a little.*

Yes, all set.

*He rolls over onto his side, facing her, curling up with his fist under his cheek.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::scooching down, she lays with her head proped up against the pillow, the book open so he can see the words as well and begins reading::

::By the time she's finished, she yawns, quite sleepy. She turns to him, smiling, and says softly:: I rather enjoyed that story.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He returns the smile, but it's obvious that he's barely awake. He rubs his eyes with his small fist.*

I did, too. Did you expect that the letter would be hidden where it was?

*A long yawn.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she shakes her head:: No, but it's a very good idea. :)

::after setting the book on her nightstand, she turns over, facing him, her hands under her cheek against the pillow::
I'm tired. Shall we go to sleep now?

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He thinks, then gives three quick nods.*

Yes, I'm sleepy too.

*He shifts around in the blankets until he's comfortable, still on his side, with his thumb at his lips, then closes his eyes, but does not fall asleep.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she curls up next to him, not exactly touching him, but close enough so she can watch him. It's amazing to see him as a child, and it gives her a sence of longing, wishing she had grown up with him. But, at least she's got this time with him, and that's good enough. She smiles softly at his face, snuggling farther under the covers and letting out a soft sigh of comfort::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

Um, Misa?

*he murmurs, without opening his eyes.*

Will you hold my hand until I fall asleep?

*He sounds small, and hopeful.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles even wider, thinking how sweet he is::
Of course.

::she takes his hand in her, threading their fingers together::

Would you like me to sing to you, too?

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He opens his eyes, regards her intently.*

Okay. I really want you to.

*His eyelids droop closed again. Even at this age, there are shadows around them, on his pale, translucent skin.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::quietly, she begins to hum a soft, relaxing song as her thumb gently strokes his hand::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*The humming makes him feel very safe: no one has done this in an indescribably long time, and he's sure that Misa will watch over him for as long as it's necessary. Smiling, he relaxes and begins to doze off, with tiny twitches as his body adjusts to sleep.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she continues to watch him, humming softly until he's asleep. She gently presses a soft kiss to his hand, then whispers::
Goodnight my little angel.

::soon after, her eyelids become to heavy to resist and she falls asleep as well.::


((ooc: Also, AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW. XD))