A/N OMG I HAVE BEEN SO INCREDIBLY BUSY THIS PAST YEAR I WANT TO CRY. HOPEFULLY I WILL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO WRITE THIS THIS YEAR LIKE I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO. I REALLY WANT TO DO THIS, SO BEAR WITH ME. THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER, BECAUSE I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW, BUT I PROMISE I WILL BE UPDATING THIS STORY A LOT MORE WITH FULLER CHAPTERS. And also I won't have an entire year's break in between. :D ***I OWN NOTHING ABOUT DEATH NOTE***
Chapter 3: Arrival
The night sky was illuminated by moonlight. The only sound was of a waterfall in the courtyard of the Lawliet Estate. Pebbles covered the ground around the hexagonal fountain, and flowers were arranged along the sides of a winding path up the steep hill reaching the first steps to the house. The house itself stretched up high into the sky, however keeping low enough so as to not shadow the moon's beauty. Sitting crouched in a seat on the third balcony, a pale man with jet black hair chewed away on his thumb, wide eyes waiting anxiously for their arrival.
What is keeping them? Why have they not arrived yet? It is already two in the morning, thought detective L Lawliet. He could not keep the excitement he felt contained, so he had a box of truffles sitting on the side of him, and scourged them down.
Finally, car lights appeared from beyond the winding drive, and soon after Quillish was pulling into the parkway with Lawliet's new partner. L jumped up out of the seat, knocking a table over before running into the house and flying down two flights of stairs to reach the front door. He suddenly stopped. Why are you letting your emotions show so much? Calm your nerves. Taking a deep breath, the detective slowly turned the knob and met Quillish at the car.
The old man slowly emerged from the driver's seat, coughing and groaning. Seeing the detective, he nodded slightly. "Master L, I have successfully delivered your new partner without any issue. If you'd like I could take her in-" he broke off in a fit of coughing. L regarded the man carefully, thumbing his bottom lip.
"No, it is alright, Quillish. I shall take it over from here. You may return to your home for the night."
The old man nodded his head and stepped back into the car, coughing all the while. Drawing his attention to the backseat of the car, L opened the door and gazed upon Antoinette. Her sleeping body lied still and peaceful on the seat. Careful so as not to wake her, the young man slid two slender arms around her petite waste, and lifted her out of the seat. Her head lilted to his shoulder, and her hair smelled of strawberries. The scent caught L off guard and he gasped slightly, his eyes widening. I absolutely adore strawberries. And truffles and chocolates. And chocolate strawberries… and..
A sleep filled moan interrupted his reverie. The unconscious girl began to subconsciously nuzzle her head into the crook of his neck. The detective stiffened and then quickly headed toward the house.
After ascending three flights of stairs, they reached the room designated for her stay. Kicking the door open with his foot, Lawliet walked into the vast and grandeur bedroom. The room was large and spacious with ornate marble flooring and paneled walls reaching high up to the vaulted ceiling which had a skywindow letting in the beautiful moonlinght. On the eastern wall, a king sized, four post bed with a large yellow silk canopy resided. Two nightstands and a foot dresser accompanied its surroundings. Across the bed on the west wall were two doors. One leading to a master bathroom, and the other into a spacious walk in closet. In the middle of the room was a large and elaborate patterned settee across from a large flatscreen television and surround sound audio. Much of the antiquity of the room was met with modern technology and convetions.
Placing the sleeping young lady onto the bed, L noticed the cord connecting to the iPod in her pocket and gently removed the buds from her ears and placed the device on the nightstand. He checked to see what was playing. Jewish Town, a violin duet/solo L had composed during his stay in Poland. That particular piece was written with extreme care and diligence. The detective turned his gaze upon the girl and scrutinized her with contemplation. His eyes moved from the top of her head all the way down to her shoes, and he languidly moved to remove them from her feet, carefully taking off her socks. He then covered her body with a cover sheet folded at the end of the bed.
Suddenly, as his hands drug the sheet halfway up her legs, Antoinette kicked out with her feet, exclaiming, "No! Hold on! We have to hold on!" Her arms flailed in the air before finding Lawliet's arms and yanking them down to her. The detective's eyes widened as he was pulled down with a sudden surprising force. The air was cut off from his lungs from the pressure of her bony shoulders cutting into his throat and the scent of strawberries overwhelmed his nostrils.
"Miss Campbell," choked out the detective, glancing sideways to see if she was awake. Much to his surprise, she had her eyes tightly shut and was muttering incoherent sentences in her sleep. When the detective tried to pull himself away, her grip would only tighten. Relaxing his body and trying not to panic, he waited. Finally, her grip loosened and Antoinette slowly turned her body onto her side, her back facing L. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as she experienced REM.
L let out a breath of relief and quickly got out of the bed, peering over her with a thumb thrust into his mouth. He found this girl quite intriguing already and they haven't exchanged a single word yet. "She's not even awake," he muttered.
Succeeding this time in covering her with the blanket, L decided to sit in the chair next to the bed, and watch his new partner as she slept. Moments later, she began to mumble again. L leaned in closer to hear what she was saying.
"No, really. I am going to meet him… Yes… the actual L. Detective… Music… Handsome… old man…" A frown appeared across her face.
Amused, L sat back in the seat. Handsome? She wonders if I am handsome… Old? What do they say of me at that school?
