Game of Life
Summary – Name? Codi "Codes" Connors. Age? 23. Gender? Female. Hobbies? Complaining about past lives and flipping the bird at the law.
Chapter Three – Quasimodo's Cousin
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"You're such a freak!"
"Why can't you just be normal for once?"
"Nerd!"
"Hey! Leave him alone, you bull-headed wart!"
Four heads, his included, whipped around to face the small, dark-skinned girl standing about four feet away, big hazel eyes narrowed. The leader of the group of three, a short pudgy boy with army-cut black hair, glared at the small girl. "What're you gonna do about it, gypsy?" He sneered.
"Jy stom, kikker-faced, idiotiese, walglike, praat siek wrat…" The girl said lowly, clenching her small fists as she stalked toward the three bullies. She stood in front of his downed form, purple skirt swishing around her ankles. He caught sight of a golden hoop identical to the ones hanging from her ears sitting on her left foot. "Jy stom, kikker-face, idiotiese, walglike, praat siek wrat. Jy stom, kikker-face, idiotiese, walglike, praat siek wrat!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
The eyes of all three bullies widened as they backed away. "She's cursing us!" Cried the tall one. "Gypsy curses!" The second one yelped. The little girl smirked widely, and finally all three of them turned and ran away. With a curt nod, she turned and held out a hand to him. He eyed it uneasily. "Don't worry, I wasn't cursing them. I was just calling him a dumb, frog-faced, idiotic, nauseating, blithering wart. I'm Lucy!"
Lucy grinned dopily as he slowly took her hand. His pale skin was a horrible contrast against her dark complexion. She pulled him up so quickly he was afraid his arm would pop from its socket. "What's your name?" She tilted her head curiously as she let go of his hand, but then gasped dramatically. "Wait, don't tell me! I'll call you… Ryuzaki! After one of my uncles. He was fun." Her grin grew wider and stupider. "Wanna play Disney?"
He simply blinked owlishly at her. Ryuzaki… No one had ever given him a nickname before. He liked it.
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The bored English Professor had no answer for my little realization.
"So… Can you take off the blindfold now? And the handcuffs? My arm fell asleep." I jiggled my elbow a little for emphasis. English Professor must have given some sort of signal to Old Dude, because soon I was rubbing the sore, bright red circles around my wrists. I reached up and fiddled with the blindfold, tongue stuck out in concentration, until I finally got the knot with an 'aha!' of victory.
Damn, it was like someone taking their hand from your eyes to show you a brand new three story mansion complete with butler and limo, all for you. "Alright, now that I'm no longer restrained like a rabid bull, first thing's fist. Hi, I'm Co-oh shit." My eyebrows must have shot into my hairline as I gawked stupidly at the sight before me.
There stood the bored English professor who didn't look so much like an English professor but did very much look bored. He was slouching so badly he could have been Quasimodo's cousin, and his big gray eyes were practically swallowed by his pupils, like he'd spent his entire life in a dark room and hadn't seen sunlight once in his life. His long sleeve shirt was a crisp, stainless white, and his bare toes curled and uncurled to scratch each other—something I later made a face at. But his hair, man. Holy shit his hair. It was as black as mine, shooting out in every which direction, though the majority of it was held back. It looked like a cat with its fur puffed out to scare off an enemy. He looked like he could've been six foot if he didn't slouch so badly. Damn, did I feel short.
The best part? He was eating fucking strawberry shortcake.
My mouth opened and closed repeatedly as I tried to find something to say. Three quarters of my brain screamed act like you don't know him! I ended up feeling stupid, so I just settled with a nod while my cheeks puffed out. "Alright." I kept nodding, opening my arms and smiling in a 'why-the-fuck-not?' way. "Hunchback kidnapper. I can deal."
Hoh boy. Hooooooooh boy. You know what his response was? Lopping off a piece of cake with his fork, sticking it in his mouth, and chewing it as loud as he could, like he was trying to taunt me with the fact that he got some cake and I didn't. I almost snatched it from his hands and swallowed it whole. Maybe throw the plate on the ground for good measure.
While I was fantasizing about ways to destroy English Professor's precious cake, he was staring at me like I was a lab specimen ready to be dissected.
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"Why is your hair so spiky, Ryuzaki?" The voice of a little girl by the name of Lucy drifted around the room. She was on a couch, legs under her as she sat on her feet, trying to flatten the black hair of the boy crouched—yes, crouched—next to her while he ate cake, and failing. Each time she got it to go flat, she would slowly lift her hands, only for it to shoot back to its original position almost comically.
The boy's parents sneakily managed to get a picture before Lucy threw her hands in the air with a frustrated noise.
"I don't know." Ryuzaki said through a mouthful of cake. "It's just like that."
Lucy grumbled under her breath, crossing her arms, and leaned back in her seat. The old couch groaned slightly under the movement, until she dived forward, lopped the frosting off Ryuzaki's cake with her finger, and leaned back again, contently liking the sugar off her hand as the boy stared at his snack in slight disbelief.
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"Wait a second… Are you with the cops?" I leaned forward and slammed my hands on the table loudly—a move I would later dub Aizawa Style—eyes narrowed. "'Cause I didn't do anything, bud. I wanna talk to the head guy here. Where is he, huh?" I could practically hear the light bulb go off. "Is it L? Isn't he the head guy? Lemme talk to him! C'mon, gimme a computer! I'll track his ass down!"
Apparently that didn't sit too well with English Professor.
He carefully placed the now empty plate on the table between my hands—holding it between his thumb and forefinger like it was the most disgusting piece of used tissue one could ever imagine—stuffed one hand in his pocket and brought the other to his mouth so he could chew on his thumb. My first thought?
What the ever-living fuck. He didn't change at all.
"Watari, please escort our guest to the other room." Old Dude, or Watari, as he was now named, grabbed my shoulder and steered me out a door and into a hall. I only put up a mild struggle and gave a few rude words before he put me in the middle of a bedroom, walked out the door, and fucking locked it from the outside.
The room was pretty big, with a king-sized bed, a flat screen TV, and a freaking bathroom as it was all brought together by the huge window smack in the middle of the wall across from the door. The stupid side of me—the side that was awfully claustrophobic—dared me to jump out the window. That is, until I realized I was on what could only be described as the top floor of a tall as hell building. Maybe a hotel… Yeah, probably a hotel. Nobody took a hostage to their house.
Movies. They can ruin you.
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"Where's your precious gypsy now, Law—"
"Ryuzaki."
"What?" The pudgy boy scowled, as if no one ever dared interrupt him. The raven-haired child in front of him stayed quiet for a few moments, normally pronounced slouch worsening with each passing second, hands stuffed in the pockets of his blue jeans. His black hair shrouded his eyes like a thief's hood, mouth set in a regretful and silently angry frown.
"My name is Ryuzaki."
The pudgy boy's scowl deepened. He reached out and shoved the other by the shoulders, sending him to the ground. Ryuzaki made no noise of pain or surprise, simply sat there for a moment. Until he finally swung his leg up and kicked the bully square in the jaw. The boy shrieked and stumbled into his friends, both hands on his injury. His beady black eyes were wide and glaring.
"You're such a freak! No wonder Lucy left you! Come on guys, let's go find somebody that isn't such a weirdo."
Shorter than the others. Like way shorter. But with tomorrow being Christmas and everything, my brain's just all over the place and so I can't really get any ideas to pop into my head. I'll have Wednesday help me with the next chapter. Maybe then it'll be better.
So I got a review asking something I think I should explain. Codi does in fact have control of what each life does, but she doesn't know she can control it. Thus resulting in life consistencies just bouncing around everywhere. As the story goes on, she'll slowly start to realize she has control over what she does in each lifetime. (Like when she was Lucy, and how she is now. She unconsciously kept Lucy's personality as she went on through reincarnation.) We will be following the Kira Case as well, from Ukita's death onward.
I must warn you guys beforehand. I will be killing L, but not completely. Wednesday and I have a plan. *stupid dopey grin*
Review and stay tuned!
~ Bookworm210