No, I couldn't press that damn button… there was no way in hell I would let myself be saved… especially by the person who I need to desperately prove myself to.
"Oh, fuck you! It's not like L would ever work with me, anyway."
The overly-large man slapped me and returned to pacing around the room before me. "Listen, sweetie," he spat, "you're only making this harder on yourself. We know you're working with L, and you have to either lead us to him or kill him yourself- no matter what, we must stop L."
"Why…? Because he just happens to be one of the possible hundreds who want and could put Kira away? Why did none of you take action!? It's not like it's impossible, smartass," I retorted.
A gun was shoved up next to my arm, and someone put some flat something against a part of my arm- which soon began to tingle. I looked down and saw that my arm had turned a purple-grey colour.
"One little slice and flick of my finger, your blood'll cover this place," the man threatened.
"Oh, poor me…" I said thoughtfully; "I'm stuck in yet another hard place and have no way of getting out. It seems that my drama has reached a very unfortunate climax, and I'm in quite a… pinch." I sighed; "Okay, I'll call L- how's that, big boy? I'll call L and tell him to come to where I am."
The man hesitated. I could imagine what thoughts went through his head: Can we really trust that she'll get L to come alone? What if he's not really L? What if she calls the police? What if L really is the police? I grinned deviously. "It's okay, I won't do anything naughty. I'll keep anything I promise to, and that's a promise."
"Well that'd be too easy, you see. Not only do we want to make L's death very wonderful and grande, but we also have a very good-looking girl bent to our will."
"Show you another way to bend, dumbass," I muttered.
The piece was taken away from my head and the flat whatever was removed from my arm- I actually felt the blood return to the aching veins, and my fingers twitched almost happily. Oh boy- blood!
"Walther P99 semi-automatic pistol? You cheap-ass bastard- you were gonna kill me with that?"
He slammed said pistol against my head, and suddenly everything went… weird…
Where's Kitsune? She said she'd be back by now… She's really not one to be late…L shifted uneasily in his chair as the men from the police force continued arguing nonsensically about something L had previously said. The cell phone in L's pocket shivered and buzzed around until he finally answered it; "Hello?"
"Um, eh-L-san…?" Kitsune's quivering voice stuttered.
"Kuroi…? Where are you?"
"I… I'm in a p-pinch," she said, hinting at the word. "See, I forgot my bus fare I need you to come and help me." With every word she sounded closer to crying.
"In a pinch…? Where are you?"
"S-somewhere near my old apartment... I… I really need some help. Come alone," she finished through clenched teeth.
L paused; "Right… I'll be there in a few minutes. What does it look like where you are?"
"D-dark and… there's some foul smell… I think I'm near some plant or something like that…"
"Okay…" L started, but heard Kitsune hang up.
It was too cold to be like this… But they had the blanket and wouldn't give it to me… Why did it suddenly have to be snowing? I really hoped that L had understood completely.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" the lanky, warped faced one spat; "Bit cold?"
I pulled my knees closer and crossed my ankles tighter. A car screeched and swerved into the side-alley where we were.
L sat in the back of the car driven by Watari, going towards the place pinpointed on L's computer by the sensor set off in Kitsu's belt. As they finally came to the small alley, the lights of the car showed four grubby, filthy men…
And Kitsu-chan, who sat in the snow with her legs pulled close and her ankles crossed- completely naked.
She made sure that nothing was visible, but it was obvious that something had been done to her by the grotesque street-rats of men around her.
L emerged from the car, Kitsune's mask covering his face. "Hello, gentlemen- and I use this term quite loosely."
"So you're L?" the largest man asked.
"Obviously you're the brains of this group. Now what have you done to my Kuroi?"
"Oh, so she is important, eh?" The skinniest one grinned.
L… oh god… Tears threatened me as they burned under my eyes. As L and the four men talked irratically I edged over to where my belt was laying, and next to it was my jeans, too torn to wear again. From the pocket I pulled out my favorite gun- a pretty little M1911A1 I'd lifted off of one of the men I'd worked with once… long story. I held it in the direction of the back of the largest man… But then I'd kill him. Would this be self-defense? Or would I just be murdering him? I only care about my consequences right now… fuck this man. I'd shoot him any time any place but… I heard something
faint in the backround, but soon saw a dozen police cars pull up behind L, who made his way over to me as the ugly men payed attention to the new cops. I felt stupid as hell. I didn't want L here right now. I probably looked so fucking pathetic…
Around me L put a blanket- the one denied to me by the gang of idiots. "Are you okay?"
I turned my head away from him completely, knowing that I was probably red… even though he'd probably think it was just the friggen cold- since I wasn't wearing anything and all… "Come on, Kitsu-chan," he said softly and helped me stand up, which didn't work well at all. He turned and covered me and I put on all the clothes that I could- the ones that weren't shreds, that is; all I really put on was my underwear and shirt. As soon as I'd put on my shirt, my numb legs gave out and I fell backwards, slamming my head on the brick wall. I think it was L who put the blanket over my mid and lower sections, and carried me to his car.
I couldn't very well keep my eyes open, but I still persisted even though I was now lying in the incredibly warm automobile with my head fallen limply on L's lap, forcing him to sit like normal people. My eyes burned and forced themselved completely shut… and I was so comfortable…
Kitsune… L thought as he softly touched her hair. I shouldn't have let you go out into the streets when I knew that it's far too dangerous… Damn you, Kira… You've only made Kitsu's life harder… I'll find you and make you pay…
"L-kun…?" Kitsune whispered, not moving.
"Hmm…?"
"I'm sorry…" she murmered before falling unconscious again.
I didn't talk to L at all except to give him my thanks… but otherwise, I hid myself under the blankets, piled on top of me by L and Watari at various times, and shoved my face into the wonderful hotel pillows. "How are you feeling?" L asked, coming beside me, probably.
"Dandy…"
"Kitsu-chan…" he said, using the name that he called me when he was being affectionate or something like that… "What happened…? What did they do to you?"
"They didn't do anything…"
"Oh yes, obviously, because you just love to undress and sit in the snow, don't you?"
"Shut it," I growled, hiding my tearing eyes deeper in the pillow. What did they do, he asks? Oh nothing, really- they just nearly fucking killed me… and …
"Kitsu-chan, just… please just tell me…" I felt his hand on my mid shoulder, and slowly faced him.
"They… almost… you know…"
"Kitsu…" he whispered, and hugged me tightly…
"It's okay, Kitsu-chan," Ryuzaki told me. We were on the plane soon headed for Japan, and I was scared shitless. I held tightly to his arm as we sat, waiting to take off. Sure, I'd been on a plane before, but never across such a vast amount of space. As we slowly began to surge through the air, I felt Ryuzaki tense slightly. I wondered if he'd ever been on a plane before… That was the first sign of humanity Ryuzaki had ever really shown… He'd always been like a diety- statuesque and unemotional, but still fun to be around…"But they didn't," I added, whispering into L's shoulder.
"It doesn't matter if they did, nearly did, or just thought about it- I still left you in danger…"
"It's okay, really. It was my fault…" I slowly hugged L back, hesitant from the sudden human contact… I hadn't had a hug since…
"I'm sorry," he repeated, standing before me again, composing himself quickly. I pouted without meaning to, and he stared at me for a few seconds. "When's the last time someone hugged you?"
"Tori… when she and William divorced…" I answered thoughtlessly.
"I…I'm sorry," he said once more before turning and walking back to his chair…
I really wanted him to come back and hug me again… but that was probably that last hug I'd get for a while.
