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Sirius Lee Brilliant

A/N: Oh, God…. I feel so bad… I was supposed to update forever ago… The inspiration just wasn't there… Sorry, guys… But I'm back now!! Heh… I can hear your sobs of denial already!

Disclaimer: Chaa! As if!! Wouldn't that be great, though, if I could draw like that?!

Q POV


The door closed, and a dark head rose from a tangle of machines. I could hear the soft intake of breath from Roger, who nudged the door shut with his foot.

Sitting upon a single cushion was a small child, surrounded by an IV, and other monitors beeps steadily. His hair was an ebony mess, framing a pale, angelic face. He really was a beautiful child, but though the moon-kissed face before us was unmarred, he seemed scarred so deeply…

But what truly threw me were the child's eyes. It wasn't the fact that they were impossibly wide or their black coloring.

They were emotionless in such a way that made you realize just how much he was feeling. They were wise, much too wise for a mere boy, and imploring. Yes, they bore into your soul with such unblinking indifference it chilled you to your very core…

And yet, such innocence surrounded him, and I felt my heart go out to this small being.

The child's mouth opened, and I was mesmerized at the soft, clam manner in which he spoke. "Who are you?" His voice was deadpanned, and again I found myself surprised. It would be expected that a young child in such a predicament would speak with fear in every syllable.

"I'm Quillish Wammy. And this," I gestured to the man behind me, "is Roger."

This boy once again shocked me. His eyes flashed with a barley decipherable emotion, and I was slightly comforted by the reaction.

"And why, Mr. Wammy, are here?" I almost wanted to laugh. How old was this kid? He spoke like such an adult; with an undeniable intelligence that was nearly derogatory.

"I, uh… Well, you see," I stuttered, and wrung my hands nervously.

"He hasn't a clue." The statement form Roger was terribly blunt, but appreciated, nonetheless.

Again, I was comforted when the clear expression of confusion crossed his face.

"But…" his brow furrowed. "How did you know? That I was here, I mean." He cocked his head to the side uncertainly.

"You see," I started, growing more confident. "I saw the article in the morning paper, and I-"

"The paper?" He interrupted. "What paper? What did it say?" His voice was getting louder.

I was hesitant, unsure because the boy seemed almost angry. "It… Well, just said where you where, where you were found and…"

I stopped, for his skin seemed to pale. Well, I suppose it would have, if there had been any color in it to being with. His eyes glazed suddenly, and tilted his head backwards. "But… If h-he finds me…" The soft voice trailed off, and the fear was unmistakable.

"If who finds you?" I moved closed to the boy, and I could see him trembling violently. The monitors that were surrounding him suddenly began to climb in both speed and volume, and the child's eyes rolled back into his head. "Roger! I think he's…" I never finished my sentence, for the boy's eyelids drifted shut, and he slumped sideways, the monitors shrieking piercingly…


A/N: So. I dunno if I like this chapter. Tell me, am I making L too… L like? I know that sounds stupid, but am I making him too developed? Should I slow down? I think so… Anyway, I'm just jabbering. Tell me your thoughts and review, please. Ugh. I have such a problem with computers. They hate me. They screw up my formating, I tell you.