Ch. 12 And the truth is… you end up getting…scarred.
(There's A Beast At The Door and He's…Wild and Free, But We Won't Let Him In Cause We Don't Want To See What is…Lurking RIIIGHT BEEHIND ….the Façade)
Kit wasn't going to lie to herself; she liked the taste of L, a lot. Especially since he (perhaps) inadvertently had eaten Kit's favorite dessert earlier and the taste of strawberries was still on his tongue. She didn't want him to break the kiss, but the sudden slam of the girl's room next door broke them apart quickly, Kit blushing furiously.
"How did you like our little touch?" Kit flew up quickly, the skirt of her dress flying down. She squeaked, "AH!" She jumped up and spun around before almost screaming.
"What the fuck?! What did you do?!" Dane smirked at Kit's outburst, "We can easily take it away."
"Take what away?" Kit glared icily at the muse.
"Lawliet's Love."
Kit froze, "Huh?" she fell slowly to the ground, soaking in Dane's words, "You, mean-"
"All human emotions can be mused, trifling witch, I simply did your heart a favor." He seemed to gloat over his work, the cocky gleam spread all over his sadistic mask of a face.
"Why would you do that?"
"It was something you desired was it not? Call it an incentive…" Dane smirked yet again as he watched Kit's eyes fill with rage.v
"Incentive?! IT'S NOT EVEN- ARGH!" She grabbed her head and leaned over, her mind screaming pointless and incomprehensible things.
"I will put it this way, this little game of the underworld is more to all of us than you could possibly understand, so, in order for our way to be true, I am offering an inducement… but if you make the wrong move, I will take him away from you, simple as that."
Kit grabbed at her chest, and could feel the tears at her eyes, "I want to talk to Thom."
"Master Jenkins," A female voice called snidely from behind Dane, "is currently indisposed," She stood smirking over Kit, "With thy kiss you bound yourself to him, but not himself to thee, rose lips and skin petals could not compare to the small moment they did share," She seemed to recite to Dane, before turning back to Kit, "Isn't that right sweetie, The taste of sweet red still a bound by his warm lips unto which your own connect. Eternity in only one moment, strawberry kisses did ascend," She sighed, "I regret though, 'twas not my best." She stated, giving Kit a smug sideways glance before turning her heels and ascending the staircase again.
"Why just me, why not Kiyone too?" Kit spat.
"Tisk, tisk, your judgment is slipping little Kitty, could you not feel that Kiyone is slipping away too?"
"What do you mean?"
He sighed, "Must I explain everything to you? She now works for those who are not Muses, she is playing in favor of Kira's world, which is a losing bet for us." He added in that last part while lighting his cigarette. He looked down at her almost as if he were going to take the bud and press it against her forehead, "Nothing in this little world is real for you, Kit, remember that," And he did as Kit thought he would, the gray and red ash burned into her forehead. "WHAT THE HELL! WHY ARE? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING-?!"
"KIT! KIT!" Thom's voice awaken her, he took a cold cloth against her head. Around him were L, Raito, Kiyone, and Misa. They were in the investigation room.
"Thom?" She shot up, Thom nodded, and slowly set her back down. She shook violently for a couple seconds, but only Thom could feel it, as he was kneeling right next to her, he hugged her, "Shhh, it'll be okay,"
"It's not true is it?" Kit whispered. By now the two were receiving odd and calculating looks.
"Shhh, no Dane was simply using Caroline's influence of romance." She felt like there was truth in Thom's words but… wait Thom?
She jumped back, "HOLY SHIT YOU'RE HERE?!"
"Kit-san, would you care to introduce this man?" L asked in a calculative tone.
"Oh, this is Akira's boyfriend, Thom." The lie easily slipped from her lips and she could only assume that it was Thom's doing. She thought she saw the detective relax somewhat, but then she remembered Dane's words.
"Musings do not last when the Muser is away, dear," He whispered.
"But Dane's sick enough to get a kick out of being a voyeur, now isn't he."
"Dane does not have that much strength, even with his cocky estranged façade. Love is not an emotion able to be mused."
Kit relaxed even more at this a stood up.
"Maybe you should be hospitalized, you've been fainting a lot more than usual, Kit," Kiyone commented. Kit paused, reeling over Dane and Thom's words as she noticed a… certain…air about her friend that had been changed, and she was pretty sure it had nothing to do with musings.
"Perhaps, Kit-san should go to the infirmary for a while, just to rest," L sort of cocked his head, Kit nodded and held back from tackling the man into an hug on her way passed him, but she just settled for brushing passed his arm on her way to the building's infirmary.
When she reached the room that was affectionately painted blue with sponged on off white clouds, she saw Watari attending to another person, female, blonde, and 'Oh my gawd is that Wedy?'
'Aaww, look Wedy, it's L's sweetheart, Kit,' A male called from the corner, clad with bright red Hawaiian shirt khaki pants and black undershirt was none other than Aiber.
'Oh my gods.'
'Aiber don't pull anything, you'll end up in prison,' Wedy commented flexing her knee, which had a gash trailing about four inches above it.
'Oh, Wedy, how dare you suggest such a thing, I would never pawn L's chick,' He shouldered himself off the wall and walked over to Kit and extended his hand, "Aiber, nice to meet you Kit, this lovely lady here is Wedy."
Kit smirked and shook his hand, 'and contact'
"Nice, you really screwed that last guy over, the house didn't know what was coming,"
Wedy hopped down from the counter as soon as Watari finished just as Kit turned to her, "Nice fall by the way, slipped off the balcony across the way," She turned back to Aiber, "I'm not stupid and I don't have any money, and yes I really like L so don't even bother to try." Aiber's eyes widened in shock, but then he smiled, placing sunglasses over his eyes, 'This chick's not so bad.'
