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I need characters for Whammy's House, so that I can work on the later chapters of the book. You can put your characters in the story!
This is the rules:
One- I don't like Mary Sues. I like flawed characters. Give me flaws! RAWR.
Two- PM or review to contact me. If you don't have an account, and I don't know something about your character that I need to know, I'll just make it up.
Three- I can and will reject characters, if I get too many, or if the character is a Mary Sue. But I will need a lot of characters, so don't worry about that too much.
Four- I need a real name and an alias, description of appearance, personality traits, what your character's special skill is (music, art, intelligence, etc. Choose only one special skill; this doesn't mean that the character is not good at other things.), date of birth, quirks of the character (give me lots!) and a background history. Try not to make your characters act just like canon characters. (I am stressing this too much T.T)
Five- Your character will not be paired with any canon characters, nor will any of mine.
Six- If I kill your character, it is most likely a combination of love for the character and to make the plot possible. But that probably won't happen. I'd rather kill my own characters… XD
Give me your characters! I need your help!
Mistimed Misfortune: Chapter Seven:
"L, happy thirteenth birthday!" Watari exclaimed.
The boy looked up from the laptop. "Thank you, Watari."
"Would you like some birthday cake now or later?" Watari offered.
"Now, please, though I don't see how it's birthday cake when I eat cake every day." L responded dully, looking back down at the computer screen.
Watari left the room and came back a few moments later with strawberry cake. As he set the cake down, he closed the laptop, ruffling L's already messy black hair affectionately. "You need to take a break."
"But I'm almost done with the case!" The birthday boy whined.
"After ten minutes?" Watari rolled his eyes. "It'll be there tomorrow. They've given you a week to solve it. You have time to play tennis."
L groaned. "But I can't ever find anyone good enough to play against!"
"The American and British middle school champions aren't good enough for you?" Watari asked incredulously.
"No," L stated bluntly.
"We could always try another country, I suppose," the old man sighed.
L smirked. "Good. Until then, I can solve my case, right?"
"No. You can play chess online."
L pouted. "No fair."
"You can have more cake," offered Watari teasingly.
"Fine."
Watari went to get more cake as L sat down to play a game of chess.
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"Raito, I'm leaving for work! There's cake for breakfast! Oh, and there's different kinds of donburi for lunch," Matsuda called.
Raito got out of bed. "I start school tomorrow, right?"
"Yes," Matsuda replied. "Oh, and if you call the police station to talk to me, my employee number is 23390!" Matsuda left quickly.
As soon as the door was closed, Raito screamed his victory into his pillow. Then, he ran to get cake for a long session of crime-fighting. As he looked at the computer, he realized he had left it in sleep mode, and he'd have to log off his own account to get to Matsuda's work account. Before he could click the log-off button, however, a notification popped up.
"Light2 has been invited to chess game by The-Great-Detective (Wins: 9356, Losses: 0). Accept?
"I haven't played a remotely challenging game of chess in… Actually, I've never played a challenging game of chess. Perhaps this…?" Raito murmured to himself. "No, I have a case to solve…"
And yet, he found himself clicking the accept option anyways. The chess game popped up, and Raito stared at the board, and the wins and losses he had as compared to his opponent's. They were equally matched.
Raito smirked.
He'd always enjoyed a challenge.
The chat bubble popped up. Raito read it quickly.
"Prepare for defeat."
Raito frowned. "I hope you are, 'detective wannabe'."
"Ha, I solved more cases than you've ever even heard of."
"I've seen plenty, and solved a few, thank you very much." Raito paused before deciding to go ahead and typed the next part. "My father was chief director at the NPA."
"Was?"
"He was murdered." Raito typed slowly. The bitter taste was coming back.
"Tell me more about the case." Raito's opponent demanded, shortly after moving a piece.
Raito moved a piece before responding. "I don't really know you. That's not the kind of information I give out to those I'm close to, let alone random strangers."
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L blinked in surprise, before turning to face Watari. "There is a 96% chance that my opponent is the sole survivor of the NPA's latest murder case."
"Really, how do you know that?" The elderly man responded curiously. L pointed to the chat box. Watari read it rapidly. "Huh. What are the odds?"
"1 in 376,000,000.46. But that's beside the point. Do you think he can confirm who the killer is?" L asked.
Watari frowned. "You'd have to take on the case to earn the right to ask him questions about this… or be a part of his family, which frankly, is impossible."
"But if I pay attention to this case," L began.
"You already are," pointed out Watari.
"And you know who is the killer," the teen continued, "then I'd have to talk to him when I caught him. He'd see me!" L yelped.
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Raito had been playing chess against his opponent for five hours, only pausing once to grab some donburi, cake, and sugar-filled tea for lunch. In the end, he had won by a narrow margin.
"Rematch tomorrow?" His opponent requested.
After chatting with this guy, whoever he was, could keep up with any conversation topic he pulled up. He had never met anyone who could keep up with him in a conversation unless he dumbed it down. He couldn't say no. "Sure, around five? I go back to school tomorrow, and I have tennis, and have to investigate my family's murder, too." Raito offered. He wondered if he was being too open with this stranger, but he felt oddly comfortable with giving this much information about his personal life.
"That sounds excellent."
L had truly enjoyed this game of chess. Raito, as he had guessed his name to be, was a great opponent, and very easy to talk to; the boy always had something interesting to say, and it was not the simple things those with a lower intelligence spoke about. Watari was pleased that L would continue to play chess with Raito. L needed more human interaction, and he needed to focus less on his cases. Plus, this would give him more time to hunt down a more acceptable tennis partner for L.
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After that long game of chess, during which there had been much talk of detective work, Raito knew that he had put off working on the case long enough. Logging out, he clicked on Matsuda's work account.
'Password required. Enter?'
Raito typed in 23390 quickly.
'Password accepted. Welcome.'
Raito cheered inwardly and took a sip of tea. Where to start? He thought. Start with the most recent. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't ready to see his family's bodies. He'd just managed to stop having nightmares about Sayu. Opening the case file, Raito went straight for the folder labeled 'Aizawa Family'. He read over the message on the wall in jam. He stared at the pictures of the bodies and the English letter 'R' written in jam.
After an hour, he came up with a short list of what he thought was not too useful information.
One- The killer had black hair, red or dark gray eyes, and wore white shirts and baggy jeans. This was his most useful bit of information.
Two- The killer wanted them to know that 'R' was a part of his name, meaning he was most likely from an English-speaking country, or fluent in English, resulting in an English translation of his native name.
Three- 'R' had an odd fixation with strawberry jam.
Four- 'R' was mocking a person he dubbed 'Lollipop' and had most likely been his or her lover, probably an abusive one at that, too.
Five- On each body excluding Chief Director Aizawa's (Raito suspected he hadn't had time.) 'R' had carved the word 'Rue'. Raito had yet to discover what connection this held to the killings, but he was sure it was an important one.
Raito stared at his notes for a moment, trying to force them to produce more information.
"R. Rue. R. Rue. Rue starts with R. Rue starts with R!" Raito mumbled. "And R is this killer's name, so perhaps Rue is his name, and R simply an initial…? He wants us to make this connection. So he must be very confident."
Raito searched the police's database for anyone who went by the name of Rue.
And then he found it.
An escaped psychopath from a high-security mental institution, where he had been placed for serial killings in Los Angeles; he had gone by the name Beyond Birthday, or perhaps it was the other way around.
Ryuuzaki Rue.
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L, meanwhile, had called upon his friend Matt to hack Raito's computer. The black-haired teen was sure that the younger boy knew something about the case that would tell L if the killer was him. Matt had been able to hack the computer within a few minutes and streamed it to L. L watched as Raito looked at pictures of the bodies and messages, both of which made him almost certain that the killer was him, and made L throw up, and then promptly eat cake to get rid of the awful taste.
When Raito searched the database for a man who went by the alias 'Rue', L thought he was going to faint.
And when Raito clicked on Ryuuzaki Rue's information and zoomed in on the picture before immediately turning it off (to call the police, L knew) L did pass out.
I'm soooo late with this chapter, and I apologize for that. I had band practice and babysitting on Tuesday, and a doctor's appointment and church on Thursday, and band practice and babysitting again today! I had to type this at school instead of actually working because that's how much I love you guys.
Can you guess what Beyond Birthday's relationship with L is? Does it make you want to abandon this story? I hope not…
October 31st is only halfway over… What could possibly happen next?
Raito and L finally have their first interaction...! When will they actually meet?
Why am I asking all these questions?
And this is the longest chapter so far, so I just made it longer… XD
