COMPLETELY RANDOM AND PROBABLY CRAP.
I LITERALLY STARTED TYPING AND STOPPED WHEN I GOT BORED
I'm so incredibly sorry for what you are about to witness…..
TiggitNeko ~
Darkness filled the corners, a pitch blackness, like ink spread across parchment.
There were no sounds, save the slight scritch of pencil on paper.
In the corner of the square blackness, a tiny, dim light illuminated a miniscule patch of space.
L stared into the patch of light, gazing with slight insanity in his eyes and blood on his face, at the image he had created.
A writhing mass of dark, grey lines spattered across the page, gathering densely to form a patchy silhouette. It had feminine curves and long, thick hair that trailed down its back, and it wore a tiara upon its head as an indication of distant royalty.
It was clad in a simple dress that seemed to reach down past her feet, as though she was floating on the page.
Taking a deep, shaky breath to steel his already frayed nerves, L began to draw again, pressing the stubby pencil against the paper and marking out tiny scribbles by the figure's left shoulder.
The dark mass gradually came together to form a distinct star shape.
A Luma, he thought they where called.
That's what she called them.
In his dreams.
Rosalina. A princess more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
He grunted in pain and shook violently as a vicious wave of hot agony rippled through him from the deep, ragged gash on his bare chest.
He knew he should probably pilot his magnificent machine to castle bleck, where safety and medical care would greet him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave her incomplete…
She had called him by the other name….Luigi…
She had called him her special one…
L felt himself growing weaker, and now that the portrait was complete, allowed himself to give in to panic and desperation.
Scrambling up and out of the chair he was sitting at, he clawed his way through the darkness that had spread throughout Brobot's cabins after the power failure, scrabbling for the door.
His hand finally met the cool steel of the vault handle, and he sighed with relief as he opened it drunkenly, beginning to feel lightheaded from loss of blood.
He wasn't sure what had happened, but he had been sitting in one of brobot's many compartments, sketching out the beautiful stellar princess that had visited him in his head for many nights now, when there was a huge tremor…pieces of metal and wire were raining down all around him, and he was struck in the chest by a wickedly sharp shard of steel that had been part of a maintenance frame.
He stumbled up the short flight of stairs into the ruined cockpit, holding up a hand to shield his eyes as sunlight streamed in through the shattered glass of the protective screen.
His eyes tried to adjust to the light as he staggered to the shredded pilot's chair, slamming the emergency homing system button as he passed it.
He collapsed into the chair, his head lolling back as darkness peeked over his vision, despite the glaring sun that blinded him.
Blood dripped down his chest, free to roam the skin, as L's black shirt lay discarded somewhere in the depths of the machine.
Somehow, L always knew that by the time Brobot reached the castle, he would be long gone.
They would find him slung over the chair with a dreamy look on his pale, frozen face.
He didn't care.
He dreamed of Rosalina.
Finally...they were together.