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mar1garden · 4 years

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going batty part 18

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hm. did i make this akuma just so i could make jokes about hunka hunka burning love? mayhaps. a lady doesnt make awful puns and tell, you know.

Marinette cried out as a stream of lava blasted towards her. She leaped out of the way, catching her yoyo on a nearby lamppost to swing high. She flipped and swung as Ch- the akuma blasted her again and again. Each time, his glow dimmed. Damian, still on the roof, was observing her tensely. He was watching the akuma for any hint of weakness, any way to defeat him.

When there was a break between the lava blasts, Ladybug swung out with her yoyo, cutting through his middle. It was slow, like cutting through sludge. His body put itself back together in the wake of her incision, and she growled quietly to herself. She’d need to find some other way to slow him down, at least.

The akuma laughed. “Oh dear, it’s been a whole round of fighting and I’ve yet to introduce myself!” His eyes narrowed as he swiped at Ladybug. “How rude of me.” The akuma momentarily paused in his actions to draw himself up to his full height, a splash of lava rising behind him for dramatic effect. “I am Heatache. You don’t deserve it for what you’ve done, My Lady, but you will nonetheless have the honor of dying by my hand.” A grin cut its way across his face, glowing like a jackolantern. “Congratulations.”

“I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one, burning love.” With a scoff, she threw her yoyo and caught the end when it came back to her, forming a loop around his arm. With a hard pull and a sickly thump, she cut his arm off. As a swath of lava lit a bridge between the two severed ends, Ladybug retreated to the roof next to Damian.

“Okay. What do we have so far?” she asked him, keeping an eye on Heatache as he paced the street. He was no longer floating, she noted. He had left scorched footprints on the street. He did seem to be cooling down, his glow fading. As he did, he returned to floating and headed off towards the Eiffel Tower.

“As you just saw, he can only float when his lava is cooled. Otherwise, he’s subject to the laws of gravity. When the wind picked up a minute ago, it left a cool spot on his side and another on his leg. He protected those spots more when fighting you; I think if he’s cooled by outside sources he’s more fragile. Cutting off limbs seems more inconvenient than harmful, so I think that route isn’t our best option. His fighting style is clunky; he isn’t used to the weight, I’d bet, so just be quicker than him and you can take him down with your agility. There’s a line of lava rocks on his left hip which never glowed at all; I’d bet my arm that’s where the akuma is hiding.” Damian delivered this information with a mildly concerned coolness, which Marinette appreciated.

“So our best course of action is to cool him down and use our superior agility to hit his hip? Sounds like this calls for a Lucky Charm!” As she spoke the command words, a burst of magic manifested above her. A red and black spotted cork fell into her hands. She blinked, bewildered. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

She looked around, but nothing popped up. She scowled. “Let’s keep moving. Whatever I need isn’t here. We’re going to see if he’s still at the Eiffel Tower. If not, we keep looking, yeah?” Damian nodded, following her lead as she swung towards the monument.

It turns out, they needn’t have worried about Heatache having moved on. He was standing at the base of the tower, melting one of the legs. It had begun to tip, and he looked bigger than he had been before. As she looked around the scene, Ladybug’s vision stuck on a half-crushed barrel, an abandoned drink vendor’s cart, her cork, her yoyo, a skewer, and the Eiffel Tower. She grinned.

“You’re on distraction duty. Keep him busy even if he goes for me, yeah?” Damian nodded, dashing towards Heatache with his staff drawn. The akuma growled, flaring up instantly.

“Really, My Lady? The wounds haven’t stopped bleeding and you’re already replacing me? That’s low, even for you.” Ladybug ignored his goading, setting up her trap. Heatache quickly lost focus on her in the midst of Damian’s flurry of blows. The boy switched between using his staff as if it were a bo staff and using its nunchuck form. At one point, he realized he could both extend it and snap it to create kali sticks.

Turns out, even lava monsters are weak to being clocked on the head. Damian adapted to changing the forms of his staff with impressive speed, knocking Heatache off his feet a few times during the fight. Each time, he simply grew new ones instead of melding the old ones back on. There was no lack of banter, but Damain didn’t give in to the villain’s goading. He stood firm, refusing to rile up his opponent. If your enemy’s anger is their power source, why would you willingly make them angrier?

Eventually, Ladybug signaled to Damian from her place in the rafters of the tower. She pointed to a circle of rope on the ground and then Heatache. Damian nodded his understanding and began to coax the burning villain towards the circle. Ladybug hopped down and joined the fight as well. The moment his foot landed in the circle, the rope pulled taught and then fell loose, the cork at the end hitting him in the head just in time to make him look up.

A tidal wave of sugary, ice cold soft drinks cascaded down on him. Much of it evaporated in a cloud of sweet smelling steam, but it left a damp, darkened Heatache behind it. Ladybug leaped while he was still in shock, hitting the outcropping on his hip with her yoyo. A chunk snapped off and the akuma fluttered out.

When the akuma was purified and the Miraculous Cure had been cast, reporters began swarming the scene. Adrien Agreste, teen heartthrob, had just been akumatized. On top of that, there was a new black cat, and Adrien had seemingly been the old Chat Noir. What reporter worth their salt wouldn’t show up?

Setting Damian on ‘scaring away reporters’ duty, Ladybug walked up to Adrien. He was still sitting on the ground, anger, sadness, and confusion wrestling on his face. Ladybug scowled at him as she approached.

“I’m not going to comfort you. Your actions, as Chat Noir and during our confrontation, were wrong. You were in the wrong. You need to critically think about your actions and assess them for even one minute. But you didn’t deserve to be taken advantage of by Hawkmoth, and your actions during the fight were not your own. Neither I nor the city of Paris will blame you for your akumatized self’s actions. Use this as a learning opportunity.” With that, she left, joining Damian in front of the only remaining reporter.

When she ended up next to him, she was only semi surprised to see him chatting with Alya. The disdain in his voice was mostly masked, which was nice of him.

Alya turned and smiled at her when she walked up. “So, Ladybug, gonna give us the scoop on your new partner or what? He’s been tightlipped against all of my questions, so I was hoping you might have some answers for me.”

Ladybug grinned. “Well, I don’t even know his name. The battle took precedent.” Damian huffed out a laugh next to her.

“That one, I can answer. I’m Chevalier Nuit.” Ladybug’s earrings beeped. Damian laughed once more. “Right on time. Care to head out, Angel?” She giggled back at him and took his hand in answer. The two of them swung back to the bakery, matching grins across their faces.

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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 years

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Chapter 2 of my Lawlight story, “Queries” (rated M). https://archiveofourown.org/works/29342865/chapters/72072144

During the Yotsuba arc--after L and Light have begun some relationship, that had just started as L trying to trick relationship out of Light--it becomes clear that Light is having some hallucinations because of brain tumors.

And this will lead to L questioning everything he'd thought he'd decided about Light's character, and Kira later eventually wondering if he should or shouldn't be spending some of his remaining time as he is.

Naturally, Light's coming back to headquarters didn't sit well with everyone… or anyone for that matter. And while L was glad that technology had progressed enough, that Light could easily give himself chemo while he worked... a lot of times, wires from said machine attached to Light would get tangled up, or something else would go wrong with it, and Light would swiftly have to go to the hospital. But Light was figuring out how to deal with that. He was a genius, L supposed.

But Light wasn’t the only one trying to logic out everything new in his life. L wondered where his own conscience was in all of this... Surely, he should have been sympathizing with Light, if he actually cared about him or whatever his heart was telling him.

He also should have been trying to accommodate Light here, to the best of his ability… but L wasn’t doing that. And he felt nothing, except for a strange kind of ire against Light. No, Kira.

"…Light-kun, if I found Kira and he was ill, with only a short amount of time to live, would it be inhumane to sentence him to death?"

And of course, Light punched L in the face for that little gem. And when he did, the detective thought it was a very good thing that the two of them were in the kitchen right now—where no one could see them—and that they barely wore the handcuffs anymore, otherwise L would have gone flying once more.

"Ryuzaki, you bastard! Is that really what you think of me? I bet a cruel part of you wishes that I was Kira, so he’d really suffer in his death, huh?!"

Well, there really was no denying it, was there? L thought, as Light’s hand that was now attached to L’s shirt—holding him up—somehow went down said article of clothing to somewhat arouse L, even as they fought.

“Yes. No matter who Kira is, I think he deserves something like that, for all the lives he’s so carelessly thrown away. Even if he is you, Light-kun, Does this make you still want to sleep with me? Does it make you want to kill me?”

In the back of L’s mind, where his conscience did still exist, he couldn’t fathom how he could ever be so cold to someone who was dying: someone who he even felt something for, which was a rarity in and of itself.

L was probably even lying here—since he truly wouldn’t want Kira to suffer, because otherwise he’d be just like that man in his desire for just desserts. But L still couldn’t help but to try and get a rise out of Yagami Light. He just loved the little games that they played…

But Light seemed near crying now, and so the game suddenly wasn’t very fun anymore. And L found himself near putting a finger into his mouth and biting his nail to the quick in punishment for this.

“Ryuzaki, you’re the worst. Honestly, the worst! I’m not Kira, but I could still see why he would want to target you. I can’t believe I ever thought I lov-

“Anyway, I guess being cutoff is how you get the job done, huh L? So, what did I expect? …And we’ve been here long enough. We should go back and join everyone now, before anyone suspects anything.”

Though Light was presumably calm and not furious now, he still made a show of throwing away L’s strawberry cake for good measure. And L thought about switching to another persona for it: mayhap the one where he acted all too innocent. He easily could have looked at the fallen cake in faux-confusion with a finger pressed to his lips, couldn’t he?

But he did not. Since for whatever reason, L had activated his ice queen personality and he seemed hellbent on staying there. "Light-kun knew when he began our 'relationship' that it was all a game. I find it hard to understand why he’s so upset now. And why should we go back to the task force now, when we haven’t even done anything for them to be suspicious about? I say we have some fun, and give them just that.”

“Ryuzaki, what are you talking abou-” But Light’s words were cut off, when L unzipped Light’s fly, released his cock, and then leaned down to try and give the teen the best blowjob he’d ever performed.

L would have liked to believe that his doing this was some sort of minor way of making up for how he’d been treating Light… even though all he was doing was continuing to toy with the boy’s feelings, just like the monster he’d always known he was.

…

After the two’s “bathroom break”—and they were wearing the handcuffs again, to explain why they’d had to leave together in the first place—L and Light diligently got back to work.

And then Light did the worst thing he ever could have done, in L’s book, in finding something important before even he did.

Though L ended up discovering this in a very untraditional way. Light had collapsed in front of his computer monitor, that held the glorious information he had clearly just uncovered before he passed out. And L saw this info just when he’d been going to check on his boyfriend and call the paramedics in for him… he did not do that now.

It seemed that Kira's power had been moved to the Yotsuba group, if the data Light-kun had uncovered meant anything. Most interesting.

And L knew that the old Kira would have been expecting him to follow this lead as soon as he came upon it.

And so he did, long before he even thought about going to the hospital after Soichiro had finally gotten Light there.

…

Eventually, L did find himself walking into St. Luke’s International, pushing open the worn door as if it were his destiny to do so. (And of course he was here, the back of L’s useless mind told him now, since he clearly loved Light.) And L was beginning to think that he should just take up residence at this place.

Light looked horrible… L saw when he reached Light’s room. Worse than he ever had—with red puffy eyes, pale skin, a runny nose, and an utter weakness about him as he struggled to keep his eyes open. And it was that, that that made L drop the façade he’d been wearing for so long, and actually care.

And he started off that act of caring, in deciding to sit on Light’s bed, by his side, like any significant other might do if their loved one was sick. …Fortunately, Light’s family was out at the moment, buying him “something better than hospital food”, so they wouldn’t see this rather intimate act.

"Light-kun... no, Light. I know you find the ‘kun’ honorific childish… I want you to know how substantial the information you found today is. Thank you for doing your part."

Light gave L a searching look then. And if L was a lesser man, he might have gotten into a name calling fight with Light over it, for his having just hurt him in his attempt to be kind.

“…You know I don't believe your recognizing my contributions for a second, right Ryuzaki? I knew it was a game to you, the moment we began kissing. Of course I did. And it will be even when we finally do have sex, I know. If anything, I think you're just trying to assuage your guilt here, by complimenting me... But even so, I know that’s a lot coming from you. So, thank you."

Outside the window, a frost had begun to set in. Its icky fingers drifted closer to L’s person, and he thought it was one step closer to turning L into death, like he always knew he was. Because what else could he be, if he always destroyed everything so thoroughly like this? And it was in seeing such fault in himself, something that he couldn’t bear, that he decided to try and put blame elsewhere.

It was just with the certainty at which Light had said all of that, that L found himself wanting to fuck Light into the headboard to try and make some kind of point. Or to just kiss him delicately, to let the boy know he was wrong about his guesses… and that really, he was the thing that L now treasured most in the world.

L did neither of those things, but instead decided to try and continue being nice. Didn’t they say to kill them with niceness, or something like that? If that was the case, L would prove that he had the higher body count than even Kira.

"Light... I want you to forget the way I've been treating you lately. Let's go back to the way we were. I’ll even find better ways for you to work on the case while being sick."

Light sighed at that—nearly knocking his heart monitor off, as he flexed a finger—and L was lost. Shouldn’t someone as ambitious as Light—ambitious as Kira—leap at an opportunity like this, and try to take advantage of L with it?

Instead, Light just seemed bone tired. "I'm on my deathbed, Ryuzaki, and you're still playing games? I can’t believe you! But I still want us to be together, so I guess I’ll listen to tht… reluctantly."

And if L was poetic—and he was certainly anything but—he’d say that right now, Light was cleanser on an overly drawn canvas. And if L looked at him—though he very much desired not to, because he didn’t want to be overcome by his own emotions—he would have even said that Light himself looked like a drawing of perfect angles. And he didn’t at all have the entanglements that L usually hated in a person. Light was simply as he was… even now, while somehow lost in his own charade, Yagami Light was still Yagami Light, and L couldn’t help being moved by that.

Though he shouldn’t have been, since it was clear that Yagami Light now cared about L too much. And that had never been part of the plan. It was far too dangerous. And yet, here they were.

And L didn’t know if it was for these cursed feelings he had, the investigation, or for hate that he found himself asking the next question: "Do your doctors have any new suggestions for you, Light?"

“…They’ve suggested radiology for me, Ryuzaki.”

L had figured that his friend might say that. And when he did, it made him hunch down and think, drawing away from the bed that he’d been sitting on for a good fifteen minutes now. If he were in Light’s position, he honestly wasn’t sure what he’d do. Did he care about his life so much, that he would risk what that might do to him? Or would he let his suicidal tendencies get the best of him again? …

Maybe L did know. And if it came down to it, Light could do that, too.

And just as L thought that, it began thundering outside. And if he didn’t have such good control over his facial reaction to things, he would have laughed.

But now was not a time to be happy. No, here she should have been worried about his lover for a number of reasons, so Light deserved L’s candor now. And L gave that to him. “I wouldn't do it, if I were in your position, Light-kun. Zapping your cells with lasers sounds more dangerous than using drugs to me …But then again, I'm not in your position, am I? So, who am I to say, really? Do what you think is best, as I’m sure you always do."

"…If it weren’t for some sort of grace, maybe you would be in my position, L.”

And at these words from Light, L couldn’t help but to laugh bitterly. This was the most Kira-like thing that Light had ever said. But L was going to leave it alone... for now. Since he had a heart within his chest, after all, if he looked hard enough for it.

“Ignore everything I just said… Get radiology treatment, Light. If they think it will save your life, do it. And then come back to me, when you can,” and L walked away then, deciding to leave Light to his family for now. Since they all deserved to be together when Light was dying, didn’t they?

So, leave the situation, he did… and L tried to ignore the horrid feeling that he was forsaking his other half as he did so.

…

But though L had laid his heart on the line for Light there, Light had apparently taken to heart L’s first words—and didn’t follow his later advice, to try and save himself—and that had L biting his nails, as Light became even more sickly when he returned this time.

And if Light didn’t look like he was about to have his life claimed my a reaper, L would have thought that Kira was doing all of this on purpose to garner some sympathy from him. Who knew? Perhaps he still was. But L had begun to doubt that, as his feelings for Light grew.

.…And it pained L, more than he would have liked to admit, to see the person he still had some sort of relation with every night, hurting this much.

But even then, L still tried to keep the game between them going somewhat. Because even if this Light was no longer Kira, L knew he still longed for the thrill as much as he did. So, he poised a question to his boyfriend now.

"Light-kun," L started, popping a cherry into his mouth and then tying the stem with his tongue. "…What if you don’t have cancer? I'm not doubting the severity of your illness, no, but perhaps you were misdiagnosed. Some of your symptoms do line up with Parkinson’s, I think. And doctors make mistakes countless times… though I don’t mean to frighten you."

But frightening Light was exactly what L did. Or made him angry, more like. And Soichiro too, for that matter. He seemed like he would have been quick to jump to his son’s aid, if Light wasn’t a much better smooth talker himself. "Yeah, that would be so much better, Ryuzaki. I'd just die later—and suffer more—and end up quadriplegic. I think I'll pass."

The truth was, that a part of L almost hoped that Light would have Parkinson's. Because despite what Light was saying… there was a chance that he wouldn’t get so ill with it. At least not fast. But since Light would still die with that, L was close to suggesting that Light just might have Chron’s, but he thought he’d be doubting Light’s strength far too much, if he said that. And just after he’d promised he would be nicer, too. So L kept these thoughts sealed.

"I apologize, Light-kun. It's only a three percent possibility, after all. But I thought I should still say something to try and help you, on the off-chance that I’m right."

And it must have been the grim subjects that caused Yagami Soichiro to bring up something that L never would have expected. And that was truly something.

"Ryuzaki...” the man said, “it seems to me that you and Light—our brightest workers here—haven’t been making any headway, because of Light’s condition. I hate to say this... but the Yotsuba group is only killing their own rivals, and there can't be as many of them as there are criminals in the world. So, the killings aren’t like before... Maybe we should give up and let them continue, so I can take my son home and let him rest. I say this all as a concerned father."

Though L certainly understood why Soichiro would ask this, L would admit to feeling let down by the chief here: it was like how pretty much everyone in L’s life disappointed him, besides Wammy… and Light, annoyingly enough.

But if L had a son, mightn’t he feel the same way about him that Soichiro did about Light now? He tried to focus on that. "Yagami-san… While I, of course, will continue looking for Kira, neither of you are required to do the same. Yes, Yagami-san: go and rest and be with your family; I cannot thank you enough for your service. You too, Light."

L was searching for a strawberry at this point, not giving the situation as much as attention as she should have been—partly because he was disassociating, and because he was sure Light would say no, he guessed—that L felt like he’d been hit by a bus when Light soon agreed (Matsuda-san, too, if his words to Light of “But you’ve come so far!” meant anything.)

"Th-that may be best, Ryuzaki," Light admitted, with a pensive look in his eyes. And L whipped his head to stare at his boyfriend in astonishment. All his calculations had told him that Light—that Kira—wouldn’t even abandon the case for even his own life. So, did this mean that he was wrong about Light, and about him being Kira, too?

L wanted to beg Light to stay for two reasons, but he had to pretend he had the moral high ground here. And so, the tired detective did. “Don’t antagonize them, Matsuda-san. If the two of them want to leave, they're certainly allowed to do so. However, Light-kun, I must suggest you stay one more night for surveillance purposes."

And there was a needy tone to L’s voice, that he prayed the task force didn’t notice. Honestly, L didn’t know if he was wanting Light to stay to examine him one more time, or so he could get laid. Perhaps both.

But whatever L was feeling, Light have must been experiencing it, too. For he looked at L with shining eyes and decided his fate. "...One more night then, Ryuzaki. I can handle that much."

And L chose to give a discreet smile, and not think on how their parting would be such sweet sorrow.

...

Later that night, when the two of them were trying to express whatever it was that they felt for each other, it was Light on top of L. And the two of them were close to having sex: moreso than they ever had been by far. Light was just about to enter L; and the fact that Light was still waiting and teasing him was truly torturous… but really, L knew that they should probably stop here. Light was getting tired. And if they became this intimate with each other, wouldn’t it make everything worse?

So, L gently pushed Light off of him, indicating that he should retire, and gave him a quick kiss with all of his apologizes laid bare in it.

And then, truly shockingly Light gave one himself. “…I'm sorry for everything too, Ryuzaki. Please don't leave me, if you can manage it. I know you’re somewhat agoraphobic… but can’t you take some time off the case to come and see me?”

L gave that much thought, as he snuggled into Light—smelling his fine-shampooed hair—and wishing he never had to let go.

The truth was, that L didn’t see it within himself to do that. He was too set in his ways. And if Light was dying and wasn’t Kira, it was probably best they never saw each other again.

But still… L didn’t exactly want to break Light’s heart right now, so perhaps to choose his words carefully…"Light… your leaving is alright. Don’t feel bad about it.," L tried to placate his first ever friend, while placing a kiss to his neck that also showed that they weren’t just friends, didn’t it? "You've done more than enough for the case, and for me personally. So as much as I would like to continue where we left off just a moment ago… it’s probably best for your own sake, if you begin packing right now.”

But that seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Light was less rested now, and he sat up to glare at the storm outside, as if it had personally offended him.

Finally, there were these words from Light, before L was about to joke about getting out a lie detector to unearth the truth from him. "...I wouldn't be leaving, Ryuzaki, if I thought I could offer anything to this investigation. But I'm too sick to now. And... because you’re the best detective in the world, and think it wasme… I'm now afraid I used to be Kira. So maybe my leaving is a just an excuse to get away and protect you from myself."

"…Or your staying here, if you chose that, could offer some wonderful insight into Kira. Since even if you aren’t him, you’re quite good at profiling him. But I understand why you have to leave, Light: like I said, don’t worry about it."

Deep down, L knew that he was only being nonchalant because he believed no one could ever really love him—wasn’t that why he was so clearly pulling away from Light’s embrace now?—but he refused to give that truth any thought, and rather chose to be “selfless”. Even wearing a smile on his face, and everything.

“Hey, Ryuzaki… you know I’d never leave if I had another choice, right?”

And L hated this guilt within Light: absolutely despised that he’d made this perfectly normal boy—who was not Kira, at least not right now—fall in love with him, just so he could study what he believed the mind of a serial killer to be.

But near instantly, as he still felt very guarded, Ryuzaki tried to push back this notion that he’d caught feelings too, because the great detective L was above that, wasn’t he?

Squeezing Light close to himself now for a very selfish thing that L wanted to pin their whole “relationship on”, L found himself speaking once more. “Of course I know that, Light… Do you what must to protect yourself. But if you and Chief Yagami ever want to return, just give my one mobile a call.”

L let himself be pulled into another kiss by Light then. And they did more than that, too. Light was astonished by how sweet their coupling here actually was… but he knew it wouldn’t last.

…

A Month Later

To say that L found absolutely no leads after two of his best workers left the investigation, would, sadly, have been an understatement.

The Kira Countermeasures Force had assumed that Higuchi was the third Kira, of course, but when they had brought him in for questioning… he’d denied everything and had seemed out of sorts with himself, and like he’d lost his grip on reality entirely.

This was all been brought to light when Watari was torturing the man (something that hadn’t set well with L’s people at all); and then the murders had started up again. And L wasn’t sure if it was due to the second Kira, a new Kira, or somehow Higuchi still. Though L doubted that one, since these killings didn’t match the ones he had done before. Criminals were back to dying like live stock, and so L surmised that the second Kira was back in action again. And so, he needed to bring Amane Misa back into the fold.

L had been forced to release the girl when all the “evidence” he had had against her had gone nowhere, and her manipulator had left the building. So, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to this call…

Speaking of Yagami Light… L knew that he was not the first Kira at the moment. Light was undergoing massive treatments for his health, and the hospital seconded this. And Soichiro himself kept giving L updates about Light… not that the man was entirely trustworthy, as he was clearly biased where his son was concerned, but L knew he could probably be believed in this case.

As for Light himself… he kept sending L risqué texts, which proved to the detective that he hadn’t entirely lost his sense of humor, which was good L supposed.

And he was embarrassed to admit that the texts left him wanting Light, and to be with him again post-haste.

And, yes: he’d even decided that he preferred the feeling of Light inside of him, then what he thought it would feel like to be inside of Light. So, he wouldn’t fight the boy about that again, if and when he got back. But none of this was important now. No. The task force breathing down his neck was what was.

“Ryuzaki, what’s your plan to get Misa-san here? You haven’t convicted her of anything… and you tortured her last time; and she won’t want to see you without Light-kun here,” Ide whispered right next to L, bringing him out of his stupor. And he’d startled L so thoroughly, that the man was lucky that he hadn’t used his Capoeira skills on him.

“He brings up a good point, Ryuzaki,” Matsuda allowed, as he cleverly put more sugar cubes into L’s coffee, so that it was practically swimming in them. What an irreplaceable part of the team Matsuda was, L thought now. And as such, L thought he could probably reward his team with some info here that they wouldn’t have ferreted out themselves.

“The plan, as it were, is to not be so brutal this time. I will not get a warrant for Misa-san, and will instead invite her in for a lovely chat with Light’s best friend and see what happens.”

“…Do you really think that will work, Ryuzaki?” Mogi-san asked what all of them were wondering, but so unsurely that L didn’t instantly berate him for doubting his superior. “Do you think that Misa-san can overlook what you did to her so easily?”

Watari, as if sensing the tension in the air, came in right then to offer the men smokes. And everyone took one, except for Matsuda (because he was still quite childish in L’s mind. He had expected nothing else), and L, who only liked the taste of sugar.

And as it happened, L thought about quipping that they all might die of cancer before Kira could ever to them—and L was about to send a glare Watari’s way for his choice here—but he did not.

Instead, L just spoke the truth that had become crystal clear to him. “I think you all forget how much Light-kun means to Misa-san.”

And as he always was, L was right.

Just a day later, he found himself sitting across from Misa like he had during her and Light’s disastrous date months ago (the bruise on L’s cheek stung from the memory of it), and she seemed altogether more put together and nervous than she ever had been before. And L zeroed in on that, like a shark would blood in the water.

"Err, what did you want to talk to me about, Ryuzaki? I wanted to go see Light! Have you heard that he may be going into remission already?!"

“I had heard, Misa-san,” L admitted, finding himself slightly grinning even though he didn’t want to and he thought he’d schooled himself better than this “And I may be more thrilled about that then anyone... But important things must be discussed, so-”

“Exactly, Ryuzaki! We have to talk about the important things! I know you brought me here that creep Higuchi, but I’d rather talk about how you and Light are friends!”

This was… suspicious to L. Though, to be fair, anything Light or Misa did was suspect to him. But it was like Misa had developed a conscience and was wanting L to be Light’s friend, so the two of them wouldn’t have to kill him. Perhaps L could work with that.

L leaned forward, steepled his hands together, and thought deeply. “I understand that that’s important, Misa-san… but Higuchi. You wanted Kira to be stopped because Light-kun was working on the case before, yes? So why do you hold back now?” Misa’s lovely golden eyes flashed then, with a kind of emotion that L couldn’t entirely decipher. And even though L thought he was most certainly gay, even he was captivated by them and all the pent up things there. “Stop talking about Higuchi, Ryuzaki! You think Light is Kira. We all know you do. And you’ll never stop doing so… So what if I was prepared to tell you you’re not wrong, per se, if you keep being his friend?” L felt his throat drop into his stomach; and his eyes no doubt flashed in the way that Misa’s just had. It- it couldn’t be this easy, could it?

Had Light done something to upset Misa for her to betray him like this? …But was it a betrayal? Misa still wanted L to be Light’s friend, so how did that work?

“…Misa-san, are you saying-”

“I’ll never say it again or testify in a court or anything like that… but work with me, Ryuzaki, and I’ll work with you.”

Yes, L could definitely do this.

He reached across the chasm, took Misa’s hand, and shook it.

#my writing #mine #my work #Shanna writes #Shanna's various forms of art #lawlight

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nogitsunes · 3 years

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God okay I know this like. Isn't the place to ramble about this bc this is my teen wolf blog and I've already been blowing up about this series on my main but I'm gonna tie it in I SWEAR JUST BEAR WITH ME

Ive mentioned it in tags but I've been listening to this LitRPG series called viridian gate online, im going through the spin off books rn but there are these 2 characters that FUCK DUDE I am obsessed with them and I ship them a lot but the book makes it so fucking easy to ship them cause like

Okay so theres Alan. Previously an alive human but he died and his consciousness stayed in the world of Viridian Gate Online, a video game. He's a himbo, probably secretly and unknowingly bisexual, incredibly smart on various things but also stupid as all hell, accidentally brings chaos and destruction with every step he takes

And then there's Nil. An advanced dungeon monster and a mimic, able to take on any form or shape it wants, absolutely ravenous and horny in every sense of the words, has its own monster beast dog named Gnasher. And it VERY badly wants to fuck Alan

And just like. Fuck dude FUCK all their interactions and dynamic is just. G O D. God I want to post actual quotes but I don't have the physical books (YET) but Nil has propositioned Alan to sleep with twice, when Alan told Nil that he liked it and was glad it was around Nil asked if Alan was gonna give it a friendly blowjob, when it told Alan to only refer to it with gender neutral pronouns Alan when from "lmao this is a very terrifying guy glad he's not my enemy" to "oh wait shit not a man I have a boner rn???", Gnasher - Nil's wonderful monster beast dog who also loves Alan very much - fucking. BRAGGED that, and this is an actual line that is said, "you're just mad that I slept with him and you didn't" and Nil didn't PROTEST, and also they message each other and smile so STUPIDLY at each other's messages and god I hate them I hate them so much

But anyway tying teen wolf to this, basically just like??? Voiles. That's voiles, this is 100% similar to a voiles dynamic and am i???? Now thinking about an rpg voiles au????? MAYHAPS

#carif.txt #BANGS MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL #but also - and i already posted this on my main - but ANOTHER thing that alan and nil COULD do as like. FLIRTING. COURTING #that i think would suit voiles very well too is that #okay i already covered nil being a mimic and being able to take any shape or form #but also alan is an illusionist and he has this ability called mirroring #so he can take the appearancw #of any person he sees #and BASICALLY just them making a game of predator and prey #of separating and going into a crowded area and changing their appearances #and then just. both trying to hide AND hunt the other simultaneously #what does the winner get????? thats a surprise ;))))#i just. fuck dude fuck im so whipped atm and i HATE IT #anyway thank you for listening i hope yall are having a good day/night i love you all #just like. vgo makes me SO HAPPY dude i cant even express it im just so. alfhapfusldhfjgkaofur 💘💘💘💘#over the entire series

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S2 for the Monster au would be harder. Considering dealing multiple realms and the doodler but if I had to assign monsters for the teens off the top of my head. Scary-Banshee, Normal-Half Harpy Half-Mimic?, Lincoln is hard to pin down but maybeeeeeee like. a Frankenstein esc. creature?? Or a water spirit bc if the Titanic, and Taylor being a demon but he's half human in the other way ( maybe a little bit of scales from Glenn tossed in for the flavor) OR MAYHAPS...IMP DRAGON THING????????

#bruceys au stuff #Normal being a mimic from Rebecca and he hides using the Teenie the Teen costume. and hes still bird from Sparrow. does that makes sense.#Cassandra dragon monster thingie?????????????????#i think Marco would also be a vampire ( Grant has a thing for vampires I SEE YOU)#drop your opinions in the comment box below. dont forget to like and subscribe and hit that bell #SCARY BEING A DEATH OMEN. LISTEN TO ME.#Instead of screaming.... she uses poetry....and music........LIIIIISTEN TO MEEEEE

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nadana-vhet · 4 years

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Prompt 12: Tooth & Nail

Rating: Teen? cw violence I did not mean for this to get so angsty I’m sORRY.

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“Your friends were a disappointment. But you – you will entertain me, will you not?”

N’adana readied her shield as Zenos approached her, vision closing in as she focused solely on her opponent. Her surroundings quickly blurred around him – the burning of Rhalgar’s Reach, the smell of smoke and blood, the presence of Alisaie and Pippin flanking her as they prepared to fight with her.

But all she could see was him.

He did that to Shtola.

N’adana charged forward with a fierceness her friends had scarcely seen before. Her blade clashed with Zenos’s, no room for error on either side of the fight. Watching them fight was like being in a trance – blades moved faster than you could keep track, both blocking and parrying each other in a deadly dance.

“I have no need for this rabble,” he spat, knocking the three of them back in opposite directions away from him. I am much more interested in you, he seemed to say as his predatory eyes practically burned a hole through her chest.

N’adana recovered quickly, the adrenaline coursing through her too strong to keep her down for more than a moment. “Alisaie, Pippin!”

“We’re fine – don’t worry about us!” she heard Alisaie call out, but she couldn’t see where she was. Her vision was still focused on Yae Galvus, who stalked towards her at a languid pace.

N’adana rushed towards him once more, and once she made contact she pushed all of her weight against her shield and into his chest. He used his sword to push back, knocking her to the ground and quickly trying to take a stab at her. She was fortunate enough to roll out of the way and stand once again, throwing herself at him again with no hesitation.

“Hm, yet you stand. Mayhap you have potential,” he growled, parrying her sword once again.

Despite all physical odds, N’adana pushed back furiously against every swing and stab he managed to throw at her. Each parry and swing became like second nature to her – like fighting was breathing itself.

Her vision was going red by now, throwing every ounce of her being into her efforts to best Zenos Yae Galvus. “You killed them, you monster!” she screamed as she swung at him, “I will not let you live after what you’ve done!”

“Don’t stop now…” he purred, pleased at how easily the Warrior of Light quickly sank to such a bloodthirsty level of anger.

It was so easy to push her further down as she fought tooth and nail against him. She wasn’t deterred in the slightest, brushing off every hit or swipe like it was nothing. She slammed her tiny body against his chest so hard that he actually stumbled.

She wanted him dead in that moment. She wanted his being to be erased from very existence.

Before she could take advantage of his weakness, he pushed back, N’adana barely avoiding is counter.

“It would seem I misjudged you. This ends now.”

And then suddenly, N’adana was on the ground. The burning sky above her spun as she heard the heavy thud of footsteps approaching her.

The miqo’te tried desperately to stand, but he was upon her by the time she had gotten up to her knees. He slashed at her before she could pick up her sword again, cutting a gash straight through her breastplate and across her stomach.

“N’adana!” she heard a familiar voice call, but she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. All she could smell was smoke, all she could taste was blood, and all she could feel was searing pain.

“Pathetic.”

It was the last thing she heard before everything went dark.

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N’adana groaned as she came back into consciousness, and suddenly all she could hear was “oh, thank the gods you’re awake.”

She opened her eyes to see the twins sitting dutifully at her bedside in the infirmary of Rhalgar’s Reach. The light that threatened to blind her also let her know it was about midday, through the archways in the stone that lead outside.

“How are you feeling?” Alphinaud leaned forward, pushing her back down onto the cot as she tried to sit up.

“Like shit,” she managed, though she didn’t know how, since her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton bolls. “Is Shtola- “

“She’s recovering just fine,” Alisaie assured her, standing up and moving over to a table where she began to pick out pieces of bread and cheese before bringing them back over and putting the plate next to the bedside table. “Eat when you’re ready. I’m sure you’re hungry – you’ve been out for two days.”

“Two days?” N’adana groaned, this time pushing away Alphinad’s hands as she forced herself to sit up. Her stomach growled as she picked up the plate of bread and cheese, suddenly too hungry to restrain herself as she shoved a piece of cheese in her mouth.

Alphinaud nodded, “You collapsed after helping some of the wounded, assumedly from loss of blood. It may have just been the fact that I was preoccupied with healing others, but it didn’t even seem that you were as injured as you were.” He went on to explain how there was now a nasty new scar across her stomach and ribs, but he did his best to minimize the damage as much as possible. “Let me go get you some soup, I’m sure you’ll want something more substantial than that,” he smiled softly at her, squeezing her hand gently before he got up.

Once Alphinaud was out of earshot, Alisaie leaned forward and lowered her voice. “So, about that fight with Zenos,” she bit her lip as if she were nervous. Worried. “The way you were fighting, I… I’ve never seen you fight like that before. It was as if you were-“

“Just like him?”

“That’s not what I was going to- “

“I know, it’s just…” N’adana hung her head, catching herself with her hand and rubbing her forehead, “When I saw what he did to Shtola, everything just… went red. I had this uncontrollable urge to rip him limb from limb, to destroy his very being.”

Alisaie frowned, leaning back in her chair and propped her chin in her hands as she thought on her friend’s words. “I suppose I’m simply surprised. Sometimes I forget that you are prone to the same emotions as we are.”

N’adana’s cheeks felt hot, “What, like I’m not a person? That because I’m the Warrior of Light that I should just be this perfect, flawless- “

“That’s not what I meant!”

N’adana went quiet as her eyes began to burn with tears, turning away from Alisaie to wipe them away.

“N’adana-“

“No one thinks about how I feel, do they? I’m expected to be this perfect hero with no flaws, ready to fight for Eorzea without a moment’s notice. No one notices when I’m angry, or uncomfortable, or sad, or… tired.” She sighed. Suddenly she was very tired. “I’m tired, Alisaie. I’m tired of being treated like I have to be this perfect person, just because I’ve killed a few primals or whatever.” She didn’t bear to look back, keeping herself turned away as she continued to sniffle and wipe tears from her cheeks.

Alisaie was quiet for a few moments, the only sound between them the sniffling of a scared, lonely child. Before she could speak again, Alphinaud returned with the soup he had promised.

“I’m back with – what happened?” he looked at his sister, who looked to be the guilty party. “Alisaie, what did you do?” Alphinaud hissed at her.

“I believe I’ve something to attend to.” The red mage muttered lamely, standing up and stalking off before N’adana managed the courage to turn back around.

Alphinaud tried to comfort N’adana about an argument he knew nothing about, but she didn’t give him anything to help his case. She simply thanked him for the soup and ate it quietly, avoiding his eyes as he waited to see if she opened up.

She didn’t.

Once Alphinaud left to find his sister (presumably for answers), N’adana simply rolled over and fell back asleep, trying to remember what it was like before she felt like everything and everyone depended on her.

#FFxivWrite2020 #ffxivwrite #ff14 fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction #teen!wol #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #zenos yae galvus #I'M SORRY THIS IS SAD #THEY MAKE UP LATER I PROMISE #BUT WE NEEDED TO ADDRESS ALISAIE'S IDOLIZATION OF THE WOL SOMETIME OK!!!#also feel so bad she didn't tell alphi anything ):#but she's mad at the world rn #a kid this young does NOT need this much responsibility #n'adana vhet #faeluria writes

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florenceisfalling · 4 years

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What /is/ kiddo?

oH b o y

kiddo! is arguably my worst creation (although some may claim my worst is love and war. honestly both are terrible). not in a bad quality way (well,,, mayhap) - in a mentally and emotionally taxing way!

it’s edgy trash and i hate myself for it but i am Too Deep to give up now. i love my ocs too much and i dont know if they’d be as Effective™ in a chill setting lmao

basically, it’s a horror/coming-of-age story, revolving around five teens and a monster. there’s harlow, huxley, lilith, cassidy, and tiponi, who all are trying to have happy childhoods (although some of them are feral or desperate bastards and it ends badly). then there’s orchestra, the monster, who is Very Bored and decides to make that Everyone Else’s Problem. it’s a very mean creature and manipulates/abuses the main characters. a lot. they have to fight back.

so its a very dark story, but i promise there’s a happy ending. people fall in love and find safety and the kids get to finally be kids! it just takes a struggle to get there.

so yeah! thank you for asking!

#manipulation tw #abuse tw #kiddo!#my ocs

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mahri-archive · 5 years

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Introductions

Rating: Teen+ Tags: Shadowbringers Spoilers, Unorthodox Use of Fire Aether, WoL Sibling AU, Thancred x WoL if you squint, References Events Outside of Drabble, Something of a Reaction Fic Category: Gen Characters: Mahri Rhivesa, Rex Lioncoeur (@ser-rex), Crystal Exarch Summary: Upon receiving the Exarch’s initial exposition dump, Mahri Has Some Words

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Mahri looked at this Exarch, mystified. “I’m sorry,” she replied in a tone that her cousin beside her would know as a precursor for trouble, “you seem to have us at a disadvantage. You claim to know us and our companions?”

Rex went to put a hand on her shoulder and she sidestepped with ease. They chirruped a warning in hunt-speak, but Mahri was too far gone.

“Ah, yes,” the Exarch answered. “I have been preparing to bring you both here for some time. Just in case.”

Mahri hummed and only Rex caught the wisps of smoke in the exhale from Mahri’s nose. “I see. Just. In. Case. And you know our connections to our fellow Scions, I assume?”

“In broad strokes, yes-”

“Then let me enlighten you, Exarch,” Mahri growled, flames licking around her mouth as she spoke and around her feet as she stepped forward. “I abandoned the title of Warrior of Light years ago. Does your broad strokes understanding include why, mayhap, I would do such a thing?”

The Exarch’s hood turned to Rex in silent request and Rex shook their head.

“Because I failed the people I cared most about,” Mahri answered. “I’m the sneaky one! The one who handles security! And I let my people, my scions, my family, my friends fall into a trap. What’s the use of a legendary title if you don’t live up to it? I’m not the hero you or any soul think me to be. There is only one man in existence, in all these shards, that can motivate me to even attempt living up to the title of hero.” Her blue eye was dull and glassy, while her orange eye shone bright with fire. “And you took him first, with your clumsy hand. And you mean to tell me that he’s been here for five summers hunting your monsters? And you expect me to trust you when I’ve had people with better words and better masks fall flat on their asses because they couldn’t fool me? Nay, Exarch, you know me not a single ilm.”

Rex stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Mahri’s shoulders. Their tongue clicked softly, comfort given in hunt-speak. “[It’s okay. We’ll...we’ll find a way. Shtola should know something.]”

Mahri inhaled slowly, flames flickering out. She rested her head on their shoulder briefly, composing herself, before standing tall again. “A brief introduction, Exarch,” she replied, her voice full of fire, “my name is Mahri Rhivesa and I am the Sister of Ash. And, quite frankly, your security sucks.”

#shadowbringers spoilers #thancred x wol #prose #candle #Rex Lioncoeur

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crispclown · 5 years

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oh fuck i was tagged in a game

8 people I’d like to know better

tagged by: @p0stmortem

Name: mars

Birthday: march 12

Zodiac: pisces

Height: 5′1………………….. mayhaps growing towards 5′2………………….

Hobbies: oh fuck. art and writing are up there, i really like making masks, jewelry making, and cello

Favorite Colors: listen. i just keep fucking cycling every color that comes to mind every 2 seconds

Favorite Books: the monstrumologist is a really good horror series which is lowkey surprising to me because im a fucking coward but the general plot is its supposed to be a found memoir of this 12 or something yo orphan who works for an eccentric kind of an asshole monster hunting doctor who he slowly stops taking shit from. another series thats cool is the eyeball collector + the bone magician + the black book of secrets + the lunatic’s curse that the author calls a “polyquel” because all the books take around the same time as each other and honestly they’re all really fucking good. also all the protag’s are like teens for some reason. the black book of secrets is about this teen who ran away from his parents and ended up in this remote mountain town where he gets a job with this pawn shop dude who also has a night business of people pouring out secrets they need to get off their chest to him that he keeps safe written down in a black book. the bone magician is about this undertaker’s assistant trying to figure out the science behind what he saw of a traveling magician and his assistant briefly raising the dead for pay while a serial killer runs around town. the eyeball collector is about this rich as fuck teen whos dad is blackmailed of all his money by this traveling conman who then goes through with his threat anyways leaving them incredibly poor and also the teen orphaned who goes on a Revenge Quest. the lunatic’s curse is about another teen tm whos dad was framed for insanity by his asshole stepmom so he has to travel to a remote island asylum to prove otherwise where so many of the fucking doctors are cannibals like holy shit dude

The Last Song I Listened To: you should see me in a crown by billie eilish

Last Movie I Watched: oh fuck uh. i think it was princess and the frog?

Inspiration or Muse: listen. i dont have a set one, i just see neat shit and go “hahaa i could do that”

Dream Job: mmm. like. a field biologist, zookeeper, or storyboard animator

Meaning Behind URL: am sleepy and robots are cool

I tag: oh god oh shit oh fuck @littlegumshoe @tearrful @carnival-core @anxiouscervidae (if yall see this you dont have to!)

#tag game #space words #thank kat

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sittingoverheredreaming · 6 years

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Part five of HaruMichi BatB!! Masterpost link This chapter is a little weak, I think, but it’s here and I hope you enjoy it!

The gardens needed no tending. Whether by design or cruel coincidence, they bloomed in beauty with no mind to time or curses.

If not your hand in marriage, mayhaps I may have but a flower in your garden.

Michiru no longer belonged here, atrocity that she was. But Haruka could not have looked more perfect had she been painted into the scene. She had finally changed, donning a simple white tunic and navy trousers. The sunlight caught her hair in a golden halo. She leaned into a rose bush, strong hands delicate around the thrones as she smelled the petals.

Doubt bloomed in Michiru’s heart. A beautiful woman in a beautiful garden should not be intruded upon. She should enjoy it, without—

And then she looked up, the shyest of tiny smiles creeping up one side of her mouth. “I like flowers,” she said, tone inexplicably apologetic.

“Well then I hope you will like it here.”

Haruka made a show of looking around. “It’s very nice.” She looked back to Michiru. “I like your hat.”

Michiru reached up to the rim. “Oh, thank you.” It was a lady’s hat, wide brimmed to keep the sun off delicate skin, trimmed with ribbon and lace. A farce on one such as herself, but she could not but try to dress for the occasion.

“Do you spend a lot of time here?” Haruka asked as they began to walk the winding path.

“I have not walked the gardens for a very long time.”

“Do you not want to? We could—“

“No, no, it’s quite alright. I merely haven’t had a reason.”

Lies upon lies. She would rather be hidden away, where the sunlight did not glint on her scales, where she did not feel brush and moss along the length of her tail, where she did not ache to have the warm arms of a human woman to link into the crook of Haruk’s elbow as they strolled. It was one thing to be a monster in a dark haunted house, and quite another to be one in the light of day.

And yet again… she was not sure she would trade seeing Haruka’s sheepish excitement at the flowers, the way joy burst out of her in the sun before she could think to reign it back in.

“I just haven’t seen so many flowers in one place before,” Haruka said after a while. “There are some gardens back home, kids take pictures there for prom, but I never feel… and they’re not so grand as this anyway.”

MIchiru could not be sure if asking more would be prying. She chose a sideway question to be safe. “What is prom?”

Haruka laughed, warm and bright and Michiru’s heart ached for more. “Prom is… well, like one of your balls, I suppose, did you have balls? But it’s with schools, when you’re a teen. And all the girls are supposed to go with boys, and all the boys are supposed to try and get lucky. And you’ve got to wear a horrible dress, usually with sparkles on it, so I never went.” She smiled, scratching at the back of her neck. “Mina went to like, five though. Dated boys just to go to their proms. She loves that sort of thing.”

“Mina is…”

“My roommate. And best friend. She’s much more glamorous than me.”

“There are things much more valuable than glamour.”

Haruka chuckled again. “Tell her that next time she buys me a tie with sequins on it.”

“I don’t expect to have the chance,” Michiru said, too candidly. Haruka looked to her with knotted brows.

“What…” she started, but then shook her head and looked forward. “There are probably things you can’t tell me, right? But if there are things that could help, I can do them. I’m here anyway, and I mean…” She shrugged. “I’d like to do what I can.”

“Thank you, but there’s nothing to be done.” Michiru adjusted her hat to shield her face from Haruka’s questioning frown. “I am what I am, and I must stay here.”

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The problem, she mused later, back in the safety of solitude, where shards of her vanity mirror still littered the floor, is that there had always been stories, and the stories were always spectacular and dramatic.

She had been cruel, certainly. She had wanted to be left alone, and that was what she got. And maybe it wouldn’t have come to this, had she done even one thing different.

“I do not want the towns people to attend,” she’d said when planning her coming-of-age. She saw them every day, and their absence meant more invitations could go out. She craved more than what their small population had to offer.

“I do not wish to see anyone,” she had said when her parents passed. She was expected to grieve publicly, to consol everyone else who know the lord and lady of the house, and she wanted no part in it.

“I would not marry you or anyone else here were you the last men on earth.”

And that was all there was. She inflicted cruelty and cruelty was inflicted upon her. She could not tell Haruka there was nothing more to it than that. She had never even found the courage to tell the shades the nature of the curse. They deserved to believe there was a way out.

She slid from her bedroom to the room off its side, where one wall opened to a balcony. At its center she kept a small round table, and the table she kept a hand mirror.

When she’d first changed, she thought it showed her the future. In the glass she saw herself, beautiful and smiling, and she saw Makoto and Usagi regain life and leave. She’d seen travelers come and romance her back to humanity. She’d seen herself change back a hundred times over, and slowly realized it was but a reflection of her desires, not a premonition of anything that would come to pass.

Michiru knew better than to look now, but still her claws wrapped around its handle and brought it to her face. There she was in the gardens, long dress fluttering against her legs. Her hand rested at Haruka’s elbow. Haruka bore no trace of fear. They walked and talked and smiled. Michiru leaned against the wall. She sighed, heart heavy, and watched the scene change.

Haruka was dressed as she was when she came, and Michiru sat next to her in a strange sort of carriage. Her hair and the ribbons of her hat streamed back in the air from the open windows. Haruka laughed and took her hand, placing it on a lever that stuck out between them. The carriage gave a small jerk as they moved it together, and then the Michiru in the glass was laughing too.

“Show me something real,” she whispered.

The image in the glass blurred. She saw the world through her own eyes, through a window at the front of the house. One claw rested against the pane. On the other side, a woman with long blonde hair ushered Haruka into a different carriage, where another woman waited to take them away. Haruka looked back once, and then was gone.

Michiru set the mirror down. There was some small part of her heart that wanted the right thing. She would not fight it when it came to pass.

#sam writes #harumichi batb #Harumichi

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