Making a Friend?


Time Skip: Three hours/ Location Unknown Dakota's P.O.V.

Three hours seemed like a long time, maybe it was because setting up this whole arrangement would take some time? The entire way I was blindfolded. Eh, funny really. Not like I couldn't tell what was going on through other means.

I could tell that I was up in the air, the obvious loud sound and the feeling you get when you fly. The noise did put me in a blind spot most of the way. When whatever I was in touched down, then I was lead off. Funny story on how this all played out.

They did try and hobble my legs and wings, but that didn't go so well. They couldn't lift me! As if they could. So in the end only my wings ended up being strapped down against my midsection.

Stupid humans.

Then they had put a chain around my neck so they could lead me, my guess was they were too scared of a five foot five tall lion looking creature. I don't blame them, some days when I wake up I scare even myself.

After that they led me inside a building, it was nice and cool, but somewhat dark from my guessing. Right now I was messing with them, hiding the fact that I don't need eyes to know where I am going.

So I did 'accidentally' bump into things that I knew full well were there. Laughing inwardly but outside I remained stoic and calm.

Even when they grumble about my stupidity of bumping into such things. My trick of seeing without eyes is something entirely simple. Hell blind people use it. I in fact have horrible eyesight, I don't normally see something far off unless it moves. I cannot smell at all. So the only senses I have are touch and hearing.

My hearing is blessed. Much stronger than normal thanks to my lack of senses. By hearing the noises around me I am able to see vibrations. By me walking around blindly, my footsteps tell me what exactly is around me, just like some bats.

Then after all that I was shoved in a blank white room, blindfold taken off as well as the chain around my neck. The door shut loudly and I was left to my own devices. Said room was fairly large, large enough to allow me some pacing around if I wanted to.

L better keep his end of the deal. From what I can tell this room was hastily put together, things were taken out, things that were bolted to the floor.

Like a new pet that was brought home I spent my alone time studying every inch of the room. There was a metal table at the center of the room and a speaker that I didn't know what it did mounted on the ceiling. As I came to the last wall I notice there was a mirror. About 3/4's the entire wall. Then I got an idea.

As I still had the bullets in me, might as well use the mirror to help me with taking them out. Hastily I walk over to the table, checking the legs to ensure it wasn't bolted down. I didn't really feel like tearing something off just to move it.

Using my head I push it all the way up against the wall with the mirror. Jumping on said table, pausing a moment to make sure I didn't crush it with my weight. Thank gods. The next thing I do is sit down and get to work.

Nimple claws reached in to every wound, pulling out the bullet. It was a tad bit messy but L shouldn't mind, didn't bother to get me assistance or maybe those idiots were just too scared.

I was working on the last bullet when a clicking noise sounded off. Causing my ears to fly forward as I stopped what I was doing. "You could've asked for help." L said, in his usual distorted voice.

Instantly I am looking all around the room, ears straining to find his presence. "The room is soundproof so you wouldn't be able to hear me." L said calmly. I scowl at that. "I thought we were going to 'meet'..." I utter. L chuckles at that. "We are, you just can't see me." He responds.

"Well thats no fun." I sneer, continuing what I was doing before. The last bullet was removed at long last. Setting it down next to all the others. "It's the mirror isn't it?" I ask curiously, tilting my head in confusion.

"You're smarter than I gave you credit for. Well done." L states simply. My eyes narrow at the mirror, and my first thought was if I revealed my power I should be able to see him but not directly. However I don't plan on revealing anything any time soon.

"This feels like a test." I mumble, showing a bit of a spoiled brat attitude. "Would you want it to be?" L asked with curiosity.

I tap the mirror with my claws gently, wondering if I should break it or not, I do really want to meet this L face to face. When I don't clarify what I wanted he moved on. "Who do you think Kira is?"

"I have a pretty good idea..." I say coyly. Eyes narrowed down to slits. Like I was going to reveal who I thought it was to my one competitor. "Do enlighten me please." L says respectfully.

"I don't know if I want to. I don't even know you." I say again, playing coy is something I revert to upon captivity. I don't know why it just happens.

"My identity must remain a secret." Is all that L said. I got the feeling I would have to take charge if I even wanted to see him face to face.

"Secrets don't make friends." I say with annoyance, slouching like a kid who was just told no.

"And I think I need some assistance. You seem smart why don't you help patch me up." I say, again trying to coax him into showing himself. He wasn't going to fall for it, I had that feeling. The next thing I know the door to this room opened. My head snapping towards it like a striking snake.

Black hair, black eyes. Simple clothing. Looked sleep deprived and skinny. I don't get up. On the off chance that he will run off before I even introduce myself. In his hands he held a bottle of rubbing alcohol and the other a roll of bandages.

"Well, do you consider us friends now?" This person said, he spoke like a robot. Was that possible? Was he a robot?

Snapping out of my thoughts I turn around, still remaining seated. "Not quite there yet. Acquaintances." I utter with a smirk on my face. L doesn't move from there, he just closes the door behind him.

Slowly I get off of the table so I don't seem as intimidating, then I sit back down. Ears perked forward with interest.

This person who I assumed and hoped was L walked over, he was slightly slouched over. Pale hands set down both items. "Do you have a name?" L asked, sounding slightly interested. He was checking each and every wound, counting them is what I assumed. "Dakota." I said with a small hint of joy.

So far L hasn't laid a single hand on me, and when he does his hand flinches away from my fur. I look at him with wide eyes. "Something wrong?" I ask, head tilting again. He just stares at my firm, hand now resting on it.

I felt slightly uncomfortable about him touching me. Hell anyone that has done that is now dead or permanently injured. That besides one person, well two now, three if you consider Light Yagami.

"Nothing, its just interesting." Was all L mumbled before getting to work. True I could heal on my own, but it was taxing and I needed to be outside to do it.

L pours the contents of the bottle on a wound, earning a wince from me, not to mention a slight flinch. I don't admit to that, ever... I don't do that…

Said new friend ignores my reaction and takes the roll of bandages. Wrapping them around the girth of my body. So now I looked like a semi mummy. Never had this done to me before, it felt constricting. My first action after he finished was attempting to stretch, eyes trailing up and down my body by looking at the mirror.

"Does it have to be so tight?" I ask in a slight growl. L however shows no reaction. I swear this guy is a robot. Or just that good at keeping a passive expression."

"If you don't want to get it infected then yes." He said with boredom. Robot I'm calling it right now!

L then holds his hand out to me, and smiles. A smile so freaking adorable, like a panda almost. I crane my head to look at the hand, eyes quickly glancing back and forth between the hand and his face.

My head tilts again in confusion. I was indeed doing that a lot today. Better not become another habit of mine.

"Is there some significant meaning to this?" I question with a skeptical expression. Just like that L seemed distraught and his hand lowers. Instantly I feel bad. "Uh, I don't know much about human decencies... sorry." I say quietly, adding one of the words I hated the most to admit at the end.

"It's alright. I actually am not good at such things either." L says quietly too, bringing a thumb up to his lips. "So is this a test?" I ask, feeling quite awkward and stupid compared to him, even if he seems even more awkward than me. He was a hell of a lot smarter in some places than me.

"It depends. Does Dakota-kun want it to be?" He asked, adding some weird word right after my name. I ignore it for now, it obviously had some meaning to it, and I didn't want to feel even stupider than before.

"As long as I learn stuff about this Kira and you." I counter. Then he sits on the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and rested his hands on them. That confuses me, but I don't say anything about it.

I just lay down on my belly so I was at his eye level.

"How old are you?" Is the first question L said. I look at him with a smile, trying to seem friendly, something I was never good at. "134 years old." I say cheerfully and immediately I feel even more awkward. His black eyes were round as an owl's now, thumb goes back to his lips as he stares processing that.

"No really I am..." I say trying to assure him that I am indeed 134 years old. "Alright next question... lets see here..." He says, looking up to the ceiling in thought and I unconsciously lean forward.

"What are you exactly?" L said suddenly very serious, plus he was in my personal space. Huh, have to get used to that.

"You wouldn't know or have anything about what I am." I assured him, and he responded with a playful "Try me." I countered quickly with a smirk. "Alright... I am a subspecies of something called a Dakotian. I come from a royal line and was given a name close to the species name." I say slowly, making sure he is hearing this. I did sound a bit unsteady.

It wasn't everyday I just revealed information like that. The silence made me a bit uneasy again so I decided to enlighten him. "There are a total of eight known subspecies... I uh, I'm a more common seen one known as the golden horned dakotian. Hence the golden horns." I say trying to lighten the mood even as L was staring at me with questionable intentions. When I mention golden horns I pointed at the ones on my head.

"Interesting..." L mumbles to himself. "Anything else interesting besides being named after your looks." L says with a monotone voice. "The average golden horned dakotian has a mix of 23... no 27 % gold in both their fur and horns..." I say, double checking my brain to ensure that I mentioned the right fact.

"Mind if I take a sample?" L asked, leaning over to touch said fur. I do flinch at the feeling, and he gives me a questionable look. All I say is. "Sorry not used to people doing that. Normally it's to hurt me." I chuckle, taking deep breaths to relax myself.

"Thats understandable..." L says, thumb now back on his lips. From what I've learned about his habits so far, that means he is deep in thought. "How big does your kind normally get?" He asks again, honestly I haven't gotten to ask any questions yet, it wasn't all too fair.

But something tells me as long as I continue this, trust is what I will get in return. "Depends really. I won't get any bigger than this. Normally we don't get to be full size until we hit the age of 70 years." I added a bit more than asked.

"How long will you live? Humans normally live up till 90 with some living beyond that." L stated simply.

"Me personally or just my species?" I ask, trying to narrow down exactly what he wanted.

"You preferably." He responds quickly and it takes me a moment to process that. 'Shit what do I tell him. The truth or just some lie to protect myself?' My mind races at that, not to mention my hearts now beating a few ticks faster.

" A long time." I say, giving part of the truth, but not exactly what my 'new friend' and competitor wanted. "How long? Please be truthful with me, I'd hate to make any miscalculations." Was his response.

"For what?" I snarl silently in annoyance, he better not tell anyone. "For a new species forum." Was what he said. Immediately I react.

Standing up quickly, he remained sitting down, eyes peering up at me. "You can't." I respond with a hostile tone. "Why not?" He says. 'Well he won't believe me anyways.'

"Because I technically don't belong in this world, there is no evidence of me and there shouldn't of been from the start. What I am doing is breaking the law of my kind's system."

"Is Dakota-kun an alien?" L says, standing up too as I seem to show signs of anger. Obviously he is treating my reactions like I were a big cat. Which is a fair assessment. "No, I'm not. You won't believe me but I am a supernatural creature. Information about me must remain secret, I'm sorry if you don't agree with that." I hiss, tail flicking with mild annoyance.

Right now L is being childish. He comes closer, thumb still pressed against his lips. "Thats completely understandable, the Kira case I believe has to do with the how old will you get?" Now L moves over to the table.

Sitting down on a clean spot even as he still looks at me, not once taking his eyes off me.

"Will you keep this information away from the public?" I asked, sitting back down feeling safer as well as he did. "Deal." He says childishly. Guy has to be in his 20's and he still acts so childish, that is not how humans are supposed to be.

"Fine. By my estimate and the information that my kind has gathered I in particular will live for at least three thousand years, if not more." I say, void of any emotion. I knew I was going to get my ass handed to be my friends and family alike for revealing such information about us.

L nearly falls over from what I had said, eyes even wider. "That is if I don't die of anything before then. Sadly dying of old age is a very rare occurrence for my species." I added, sounding saddened at the thought of not living to my full potential.