Meeting
London 1665
The streets of London were lit by the streetlamps the lined the cobblestone roads. The small flames flickered casting a warm glow onto the stone ground. The sound of crickets filled the night air. The air was warm and humid; it felt heavy as if clinging to ones skin and almost uncomfortable to breathe in. The sky above was dark as coal; the moon not being seen in the sky nor were any stars. The night held a tension that seemed to settle heavily over the earth.
Close to, the center of London sat a small, popular pub that was established. A young noble man sat at the bar, drinking a whisky. He had his head hung low elbow on the bar allowing his forehead to rest in the palm of his hand. He had been in the pub scents even before the sunset over the amazing city that was in dark times. He picked up his whisky taking a long drink from the glass mug.
He wore a high-end simple white silk shirt, cravat around his neck. Over it, he wore a dark brown waistcoat that, was buttoned up. He had a matching dark brown coat that he slung over the back of his bar chair. He wore matching brown tight breeches that showed off his legs nicely. He wore white knit stocking with perfectly shined black shoes. His hat was placed to the right of him on the counter of the bar.
His hair was slightly messy being a honey brown, he ran his fingers through his hair. Pulling it out slightly more from the small ponytail he wore. His dark brown, eyes glazed over heavily. The drink was getting to him easily and he was fine with that, he had come to the pub because he did not want to think about what he was going through at that moment. Underneath the drunken haze it was visible that a great sadness clouded his eyes.
His wife had been buried earlier that day. Three months ago she had died from the great plague that was ravishing London. She had died in the winter, the ground frozen over making it nearly impossible to get a shovel to pierce the earth. He had needed to wait the past three long months before he was finally able to set her to rest properly. They had been married for 3 years and were happy; they were going to be starting a family. His wife, Misa was 5 months along with their first child when she became sick, so sick. Now he had to go back to his mansion every day and night with his wife not there to greet him. He had to go upstairs with a freshly done nursery waiting for a child that was never going to be coming to sleep in it.
The servants were scared to say anything to him he had become very violent. Often taking his angry out on the closet servant to him, he would drink heavily throw glasses; vases kick over tables and go as far as to throwing chairs out of the large beautiful French glass doors. When he was not beating on a servant or drinking, he was on the streets buying out a whore sometimes two. He was trying desperately to cover up the burning loneliness that was eating away at him, that kept him awake into the wee hours of night.
Everyone close to him knew he was suffering, but no one knew how badly. No one knew how violently he had turned, most of all most were scared of catching the plague and were dealing of problems of their own. However, no one missed how he pulled away how he no longer seemed the same. They decided that he simply needed time to grieve to accept and he would come back to himself in time. The only real question they wondered was how much time would it take.
"You come here often." A voice suddenly spoke, making the male at the bar look to where he heard it.
He blinked lightly, his vision doubled, and it took a moment for it come back into focus from him turning his head. A male stood in front of him, someone he had never seen before. The male had very messy dark black hair, as dark black as the moonless night outside. He had equally dark pit black eyes. Under his eyes, he had very noticeable dark shadows. His skin was very pale, and he was very tall and lean.
He wore a very simple high-end white shirt with a cravat around his neck. His shirt tucked into a pair of black breeches. He wore not waistcoat or coat of any kind. He wore white knit stocking, with a pair of shoes that looked newly bought. He wore a deep blood red cloak, which nearly reached the ground.
"My name is Lawliet." The black hair male says moving and sitting down in a bar stool by the other. He had a small smile on his face that was mysterious somehow, it was knowing.
"Name's Light." The other, obviously drunk male replies. He moving and finishing his Whisky. "Bartender get, me another!" He calls, words slurring horribly so, as he tried to talk. However, the bartender came over pouring him another drink and walking off. He did not need to ask for money for the simple reason Light had paid him enough for him to drink the whole night through, when he had first walked in.
"If you don't mind me saying I think you have had enough." Lawliet says simply, he sat in the barstool oddly his knees pulled up to his chest. Nevertheless, he had been coming to the pub for several months and everyone had grown accustomed to his odd habits.
"You don't know me but you are going to tell me right off you think I have had enough?" Light says with a slight hiccup. He did not bother looking at Lawliet he just kept drinking his now full mug. He heard this stranger chuckle at him, it ticked him off slightly.
"I know you better than you think, my friend." Lawliet says that got Light to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "I know about your violent streaks, about your going out for a whore nearly every night, of your drinking, of your wife's and unborn child's passing." Lawliet says not looking at the young noble whose eyes were wide. He had spoken so only Light would hear him no one else around would have even guessed he had spoken even a syllable.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Light demands hissing lightly. His mind still clouded heavily with liquor but this total stranger had just repeated things of his doing that not even his closest friends knew of.
"I have been watching you for a while now Light." Lawliet says turning looking at Light, his eyes gleaming with an almost sinister intent.
"Who are you?" Light questions. He found himself looking into Lawliet's eyes not being able to look away from the black orbs. "You obviously know a great deal about me." He adds though he felt like his mind was clouding over more as he gazed into the deep black pools. He watched closely as a smile spread over Lawliet's thin lips.
Lawliet moved, standing up from the bar. He moved over to Light, easily stopping right by his left side. To anyone else it would seem that he was simply walking by Light. No one would have realized that as he walked by whispering into Light's ear.
"Why don't you stop drinking, and follow me and find out." He whispers gently.
Light felt like he was set in a trance, he did not think twice, he did not question. He only got up following Lawliwt. He grabbed his hat and coat as they moved out of the bar going out the back entrance into a dark ally. He followed Lawliet's every move and although he found it strange when Lawliet bent down taking off his shoes, he found himself unable to say anything to the action. He watched as Lawliet turned to him giving him a small smile. He felt his eyes widen when the male leaned in close to him.
"Come let's not stay here, I have a carriage waiting." Lawliet whispered into his ear. Lawliet started walking down the alley with no shoes and lead Light to the lit street. They did not need to walk far before a carriage came into view. It looked like any other carriage, two beautiful black horse where in front to draw it an elderly male stood at the side of the carriage.
The elderly man was dressed very well in a fine long black coattail jacket; he wore a simple white shirt under it. He wore matching black breeches that were, matched with perfectly shined black shoes. He wore a dark red cravat with a red rose in the corner pocket with a top hat that was black with a red ribbon tied around the base of it.
His hair was a white-ish gray from his obvious age. He had a thick mustache that was in matching color to his hair. He held very wise blue eyes with a pair of spectacles that he wore. His skin like Lawliet was very pale. He looked at Lawliet and Light with a small smile that touched his lips.
"Mister Lawliet." He says removing his hat showing that he did have a full head of hair still.
"Watari." Lawliet greets in a pleasant tone. "This is Light." Lawliet says looking to Light, who Watari smiles, it was a warm, soft smile, like one a father would give.
"Are we headed back to the mansion, sir?" Watari questions, Lawliet only nods, as Watari already opened the door to the carriage.
Light felt like he should say something to Watair, however he still could not find his voice. He only nodded to him lightly as Lawliet helped into the carriage he found that he felt like angry should have filled him. Lawliet was treating him as if he was a woman, which he was anything but. Yet he could not fight it, he could not tell Lawliet off, he could not defend his man hood.
Lawliet climbed into the carriage right after Light, sliding on the opposite bench. He gave a light nod to Watari before he closed the carriage door. Watari moved climbing to the front of the carriage setting his top hat back on his head. He picked up the rains of the horse and gave a gentle flick of them making a 'click' sound with his tongue, the horses starting in a gentle trot.
Light looked around slightly in the carriage it was not different from any other, but one very nice thing about it was the seats were, covered in rich black velvet. They were not simply wooden and hard like some. He could tell that Lawliet obviously was a very high noble, possibly even higher then himself. Regardless of his odd chose in dress if he was a noble. He looked over at Lawliet who sat across from him on the other seat inside the carriage. He took in how he was sitting something that he had done at the pub; he raised an eyebrow lightly to it. Yet said nothing, this man had a way of making him angry he already knew, yet he felt he would not want to make him angry with him.
"Where are we going?" Light questions finally finding his voice again now that he and Lawliet were alone. He found he could not recall what he or Watari said outside, he saw their lips moving yet no sound was heard from them.
"To my mansion, I promise you have nothing to worry about." Lawliet informs though Light had a small nagging feeling he should not fully trust Lawliet on that.
"I really should go back to my own home." Light says slightly insistently.
"I think you don't really want to though. But you never really want to go home do you?" Lawliet says looking Light into the eye making it so again Light could not look away, but that was all he wanted to do.
"I-I…" Light says wanting to fight against the words spoken to him. However, he found he could not. It was true Lawliet was right, he did not want to go home, he did not want to go back to a place where he had no one waiting for him.
Lawliet watched all of the emotions that suddenly passed through Light's eyes. Even though he could not verbally speak, his eyes did all the talking for him. Lawliet smiled gently, he did not move though. He stayed where he was, he sat back slightly in the carriage seat, and he looked out the small window. He watched the scenery pass by as the carriage moved, the sound of the horses hooves heard of the stone road.
"How did you know?" Light asks after a moment of silence passed between the two strangers. "How did you know of everything I have been doing? About my .. wife and child?" He asks his voice going very soft he dropped his head allowing his bangs to hide his eyes that had tears gathering in them.
Lawliet frowned at the questions. He had an answer, an answer that currently Light would not understand would not believe. He set his thumb to the bottom of his lip chewing on it lightly in thought. He sighed shaking his head, he looked to Light, he could smell perfectly the tears that were formed in the youth's eyes even though he could not see them.
"In time." Was his only response. From there no words were spoken between the two. Light was unsure how much time passed before the carriage finally came to a stop.
He lifted his head though it felt heavy; he cast his eyes to Lawliet who looked back. He then looked to the carriage door as it opened. Watari stood there top hat once again off he stepped aside allowing room for the two within to move out.
"We are here." Watari says.
Lawliet slid over out of the carriage; he looked in at Light for him to follow. Light looked over to him before slowly sliding over the seat and got out of the carriage. He looked at the mansion, it was marvelously display, the front entrance had a large set of stairs that lead to the front door, it held an archway over it that had Boston ivy the travelled up the shafts. There were beautifully trimmed hedges that were all uniform like squares. The mansion its self was a clean off white with large semi rounded windows. Two balconies were on the front of the mansion, it had to be at least four levels tall from what Light could tell.
Lawliet slowly moved to the mansion Light following without question. As they came to the large front door, it opened a young male stood that had shoulder length hair. His hair was blonde and currently pulled into a ponytail; he was dressed in an old banyan that pooled slightly too much around his feet. His banyan was a beautiful blue that held an integrate black design. On his feet, he wore a pair of simple white slippers He held beautiful blue eyes but a large scar that covered the left side of his face came off as a distraction.
"Lawliet you're back." The boy says with a grin on his face. He held a chocolate bar in his free hand. Lawliet smiled at the boy and walked into the mansion he set his hand on top of the boys head in a friendly manner.
"Hello Mello, why aren't you asleep?" Lawliet questions, the boy shrugging lightly looking at Light. Light followed into the mansion closely behind Lawliet without saying a word.
"I was sleeping but I wanted some chocolate so I woke up." He says moving and taking a bite from it. Lawliet chuckled lightly at the child's answer nodding his head.
"Well head back up to bed." Lawliet says, the boy nods not questioning about who the other male was. He moved easily to the staircase and headed up them doing one last look back at Lawliet and the house visitor.
Once Mello was out of sight Lawliet looked back to Light who gazed around the main hall of the mansion. It was beautifully set up, with a few flowered coughs set up on either side. Four large entrances to the first four rooms were easily seen. The hall floor tiled, in a beautiful white marble stone, which seemed never ending. Light soon looked back at Lawliet blinking lightly. He felt like he was in a dream. As if he was going to wake up in the morning and find that none of this had happened. That Lawliet, his servant Watari, and the odd scared face child, Mello were all just beings his mind had conjured.
"Come we lets have some tea before we head to bed ourselves." Lawliet says motioning with his hand for Light to follow.
DreamingFromASmallTown: Hello everyone I hope you enjoy my second chapter story to be put up here. This came to mind and I could not ignore, I will still be working on my story, A Demon's Coming to Understanding. Though I have run into slight writers block with it already. I know where and how I want it to go, however, once I start writing it just does not seem quite right to me. This one should be a fairly-short chapter story. I'm thinking maybe around 10 chapters, and should be finished very soon. I hope you enjoy! Have a wonderful day.