I will dress your eyelids Forget you once had sweethearts Go to sleep, little ugly Hear you now the captain
With dimes upon your eyes
Laying close to water
Green your grave will rise
Go to sleep, little ugly
Go to sleep, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
They've forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They've forgotten too
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Go to sleep, little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Heed his sorrowed cry
Weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes
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Near gripped the plastic doll, causing the small doll labeled 'Kira' to crack. Halle turned away from the buzzing computers to glance the short nineteen year old.
"Near?" She asked softly so the other members working on the case wouldn't hear.
He threw the marked doll to the floor and stood quickly. "I can't stay in here any longer." He muttered in a hastily whispered monotone, and shuffled quickly out of the dark task force room.
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Bip, bip, bip. A gothic scrip 'N' flashed on the screen. Light let a smirk form slowly on his lips, almost making him seem predatory.
"L." The synthetic monotone voice buzzed from the speakers.
"Yes, N?"
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Near flinched slightly at the cool smugness that Yagami Light held in his voice. It reminded him to much of it.
No. Stop thinking about that. Near scolded himself, It happened, and it's done.
He glanced at Halle; her mouth was pursed in a fine line. She watched him intently.
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"I would like to meet you in person…face to face." There was a brief pause to allow static electricity to bubble from the computer speakers.
The idiot members around him gasped loudly; in his head, Light was laughing.
They set up the time, place and date for their meeting. Light felt like all the pieces of the puzzles were fitting soundly together.
January 19, 2013
When Light saw that Near worn and L mask, he only felt anger. It was a silent barb at his feelings toward the dead detective, Light just knew that. How dare he…Light wanted to snap Near's neck himself.
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Gun shots; a spray of crimson. Defeat.
As Light ran, he glanced back toward the accursed nineteen year old. He watched as a feline smirk spread across Near's pale lips; he watched as the boy lifted his white forefinger to press against his lips.
I won.
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-Finis
Soo, I went around and made a part two of "The Tain" (which is "Jack the Ripper" as you probably could tell.) And here is the 'sequel' to "The Land Lord's Daughter."
This was fun to write; the last paragraph I had to change some-what because it sounded a bit too choppy.
I hope you like it, and remember: Review!!
