A drabble of sorts. Something that popped into my head. It probably doesn't make sense, but hey, what else is there to do at 11:30 at night? She isn't really my OC, I just made her up right now. Enjoy.
Summary: She smiles. NearxOC. Oneshot.
Arcanum
He knows she has given them an alias, yet he does not question it further. He has no need to, for she is impregnable and on their side.
He does not flinch as he examines every amount of evidence he has against her, but inwardly his white eyebrows are furrowed, though he is far from confused.
"Nice to meet you, Near." She says politely, and his cold, childlike exterior does not acknowledge her presence, but he knows she is there.
He watches her turn to Hal, questioning his behavior just as she had judged his appearance within the first three seconds of meeting him. He ignores this and takes note that she has not yet shown any expressions of mirth, though she has no reason to, seeing as working for the SPK to destroy a maniacal mystery killer who calls himself "Kira" probably isn't the most exuberant topic.
"He doesn't talk?" He hears her say.
"He does," Hal explains nonchalantly, and he watches her with rapt attention as she searches her mind for an appropriate word to describe him. It was on the tip of his tongue and he almost felt that if she didn't say it, he would say it for her. He balanced on his toes.
"You get used to his obdurate reflexes." The girl nods. He lowers himself down considerably.
The girl turns to him, bending down and interrupting the train of his thought that was once directed at the construction of a blank, white puzzle.
She raises an eyebrow, and he reads her thoughts, as if psychic. She is saying "You're too childlike not to show empathy." His chest swells but no distinct emotions run through him. If he had Mello's subconscious, he would've burst into flames with unbridled annoyance at being called childlike, seeing as he has just recently reached the age of sixteen. His mind flickers to the girl who is kneeling in front of him, and configures her age. She is probably little older than him, maybe by two or three years, though she looks far many above it, with adult-like features. She is opposite him in physique, not gender-wise. She is an adult in her eyes, and he is a child.
Her response is quick and fluid, and in such a tempo he expects her to say "A boy his age cannot possibly have the ability to handle such a difficult case!" but instead, her grey eyes are warm and challenging.
"It seems, Near," she is impishly testing his name on her tongue like a foreign flavor, and he mentally lowers her appearance's age from around twenty-five, to the age coming of adulthood, twenty, nineteen. "that you are simply a puzzle to be solved."
She gives him a teasing grin, and her face is so aligned and buoyant that when her smile dissolves, he once again lowers her appearance's age. Lower than before, she is sixteen and so is he. She is also an adolescent puzzle to be solved.
When she smiles again, it eases the pain he should not have felt when Kira dies and the memory of L, his mentor, is reborn. He says her name for the first time when they part.
"It was nice working with you," he does not mean it, for it was a hard and aggravating task to destroy Kira, but he feels it is the right thing to say. "Fall."
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By the by, if the ending is confusing, I understand. Her name is Fall.
Thank you, R&R.