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Note: There is an explanation for my actions at the end of this chapter *puts paper bag over head* Not I shall go cry in a corner. I AM SO ASHAMED!
Chapter Twenty-Five November 5th
"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." ― Steve Jobs
I rubbed my eyes, I see why L was so monotone, being this tired and being a person with dynamic emotions are two totally different things entirely. The energy can only go to one place, either emotions, or thinking. Apparently I was forced to choose "Think" thanks to L.
I picked up my coffee thermos and closed the document I was reading. Three left, that's all I needed. Three left and I could finally sleep. I heard rain pounding against the side of the building, as I looked around the room. Task Force was scattered everywhere in complete silence shifting through papers reading. There was one person missing though, where was L? I saw him get up, but I didn't pay much attention, figuring it was just a potty break like the other fifty-three times I'd seen him get up that day.
I stood up and looked at the monitors, glad we were overly paranoid at this point. I smirked as I remembered how I had managed to convince Matsuda to play hide-and-seek once, I won. The entire floor was empty, he wasn't in his room; he never went in there. I saw L on the roof, what was he doing?
I turned and walked to the elevator, I will admit the past week he's been more distant than normal. Whenever someone talked to him, he'd say one or two words, the bare minimum and left no elaboration. I'd sometimes have to clarify something in the files and he's just look at me and told me to "figure it out" coldly. Sure it was no problem, but a part of me was asking these questions because I wanted to hear him talk instead of wallowing in his thoughts that were clearly troubling him.
"I'll be right back, going to see what Ryuzaki is up to," I said with a nod as I rubbed my eye with a small yawn. Another thing I've learned, the longer you stay up, the easier it is. I will admit, it was harder to stay focused, but that's when I actually try to think. My fruit intake has gone up 90%, I was eating constantly, like L did. Now all of his quirks made complete sense to me. Most of what L did, he did because he needed sleep.
My stomach twisted into knots as I got to the roof, past the hidden helicopters and faced one of the satellites that L was hunched over by. His mane of black hair was relaxed down, no longer erratically standing up proving that he hadn't found the time to brush through his hair. His shirt was stuck to his body, and it being white also meant it was now see-through. He was in deep thought, looking at the sky, his eyes clenching shut every time a raindrop hit near his eyes.
Pausing in the shade I closed my eyes and listened to the pounding of the rain past the roof. The storm was heavy, the chances of L being able to hear me was slight, It'd be safer to go out there with him, cutting out unnecessary attempts to form communication. Opening my eyes I looked upwards, watching the rain for a few moments, the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach getting worse.
I walked up calmly to him, putting my hands in my pockets and following his gaze outward over the city. "What's up?" I asked tilting my head to the side as I tried to find what he could be staring at so intently. All I saw were the tops of buildings cloaked in a grey blanket of rain, the humid air giving my body the impression it was warm outside. Lights were on, the yellow glow scattered everywhere. It was…serene looking at all of this.
"Nothing in particular, it's just the bells…" I frowned I didn't hear anything. L looked up and tilted his head in thought as I turned to look at him, worry taking over my expression. "Yes, the bells are really loud today." I felt my heart drop as I turned toward the detective and gently laid my hand on his shoulder. He lowered his gaze slightly and met mine, the sad tone I had noticed the day before now deeper. I started to open my mouth to say that I didn't hear the bells, ignoring the brunette killer as he joined us on the roof.
I froze, he was right. Bells, like church bells, ringing loudly so loud that I could almost feel my teeth vibrate. The only problem was, there was no church anywhere near here, not for a good mile. I then relaxed and leaned on the guard rail, my soaking hair falling in my eye. L… Biting the inside of my lip I slightly shook my head, not now.
"I don't hear anything," said Light turning toward where L and I were looking. I slowly took my hand off of his shoulder, nothing, the bells were gone. L turned toward Light, as if just noticing him for the first time. I just sat there, rain dripping off of my hair, counting the drops as they fell to the already soaked concrete.
"Really? The conditions are favorable today so you can't help but hear them." I closed my eyes, more wet hair falling into my face. L, please stop talking about this, there are only a few things church bells ring for "It's a church, maybe a wedding or…" He wasn't going to finish, I didn't blame him, but I also felt that it should be finished. I clenched my hands, shaking my head slightly as my mouth started to form words against my will. No mouth stop!
"A funeral, perhaps someone died," I said distantly, L nodded and repeated the first part of the sentence in agreement. I pushed myself up on the bars of the guard rail, a breeze blowing through, causing me to shiver. Me and not-long-but-not-short sleeved shirts, not the best choice for a cold rainy night, but normal shirts are uncomfortable. I looked down and ran my hand through my soggy hair, one mistake up here and I'd die.
I'd be a stain on the concrete, no longer a problem to Kira's plans. With the prognosis of L pretty much absolute, then there'd be nothing to stop Kira. I clenched my fists and pushed away from the guardrail. I slightly shook my head and turned toward Light slightly, he was watching me, smirking slightly.
"I'm sorry," L started angling his head down avoiding everyone's gaze. I lifted my head, relaxing my shoulders and turned toward the detective, "I'm distant with my relationships with everyone. I don't trust anyone either." I scowled at this, he gave me his real name knowing that Kira could use it to kill him. I even went as far as throwing that slip into a fire letting it burn at Wammy's. Granted, I never told him, he still gave it to me. If that wasn't trust I didn't know what was. I looked at Light and then at L, as everyone on the roof was quiet.
"Ryuzaki, everyone trusts one person at some point in their life. If someone can trust absolutely no one even in the slightest, then they can barely be called human," I said as a frown took hold of my expression, I was hearing the bells on my own now, significantly fainter than when I was touching L, but like when I was touching him they didn't sound like they were ringing for me.
"That's true Ebony, I suppose I trust you to a point." I nodded once it was better than not being trusted at all. Cough, Light cough. I looked at Light, he said that L was right about him being introverted around people. Well duh! If he wasn't introverted than everyone would know his real name, and if everyone knew his real name, than he'd be dead by now. "Yes, that's how it is Light. But, you're the same as me, you too Ebony." I lifted my head and shrugged, I learned that if I trust people I get hurt, that's why I reserve it for people who truly deserve it. Light asked for a better explanation.
L didn't respond at first. A part of me automatically went to the conclusion that he was going to change the subject, but me being me worked backward and figured out why. Like I said we were both alone, and we were both orphans. Anyone would be introverted after that. Why Light was introverted was another story entirely. He has had a family his entire life, he's lived a perfect life on the surface. The only thing I could think that L meant was that Light had a secret, that Light was Kira. Then we're having a fight on a roof in the middle of the night. Not smart.
"Since you were born, have you ever told the truth, even once?" L asked.
"What are you saying Ryuzaki? Light asked as I rolled my eyes. He's saying you're a liar Light. Playing stupid isn't really your style. "It's true I lie occasionally," understatement of the millennium. "However, there aren't any humans who have never told a lie. People can't be perfect everyone lies. Even so, I won't tell lies that will hurt those I love. That is my answer." I blinked some rain out of my eyes, shaking my head to get some of the rain off.
By not telling everyone what he was doing, putting on the façade of innocence, he has actually been hurting those that he loves. Namely Mr. Yagami, if he had told him from the beginning, the pain would've hurt less and the punishment less severe. He didn't do that, it's been about a year since the killing has started, and the pain the old man will feel when the truth is revealed will be that much worse in the end. That's why at that moment, I decided. Mr. Yagami was the ultimate victim here.
"Come-on, let's head back. As much as I love standing out in the rain, I don't like standing outside at night. I always feel like the sky is going to swallow me up," I said looking toward the sky, spinning on my heel, my wet hair smacking me in the face. I started walking inside, the two of them following close behind.
I raised my hands as L tossed me a towel. I ran it through my hair letting it fall to the middle of my shoulder blades. L commented on the rain, and I looked at him as I wrung my hair out in the towel as I smiled. "You started the trend." I lifted my head and looked at the ceiling, ignoring the two of them as there were talks about foot massages and how L was still wet. I swear, if I didn't know the two of them hated each other that'd be a total Yaoi moment.
For some reason my head decided to play back all the happy memories I had with L, meeting him for the first time, my hyper on coffee, talking to him about my dead parents, playing chess. One time I put icing on his nose and laughed as he went cross-eyed to look at it. The time we spend at the ice cream parlor, him telling me about my "vacation" in England and how I actually hugged him. The prank the two of us pulled together. Everything playing back quickly in a soundless movie that only lasted a few moments, but it summed up everything. Even though we had our moments, we were close. Looking at his other interactions, even with Watari, I felt that I was the only person he truly let his defenses down for.
I bowed my head, my hair covering my face as I felt L put his hands on my shoulder, causing me to look up at him as he turned to Light. "I'm sad," he said as Light's expression turned to one of confusion. Hair covered up L's right eye completely , his left barely seen. "You'll understand soon." I widened my eyes as I took a step back, shaking my head in complete disbelief. It couldn't happen. No! L was going to live dammit!
A bell brought me out of my small panic attack, a cell phone. L walked off after answering his phone. I followed him like a lost puppy, spending every last second like it mattered. It did to me, I didn't want to watch him die, but I also didn't want to not be there when it happened. Conflicting emotions and wants were annoying. Even I didn't know what to do, so I did what I did best, followed my gut and my gut said to stick with L.
The elevator door opened and we walked out, Matsuda going on about a plan that needed support from other countries. We both crouched in computer chairs as L asked how said plan was going, which wasn't too well. There was only one real lead we had at this point on proving, or disproving whether Light was Kira or not. We've seen all of the rules on the front cover of the Death Note tested. That left two on the back cover, those that strictly benefitted Light in proving his innocence.
"As expected, but please get the approval for use of the notebook," L commented. I looked at him, testing the 13 rule if I was right. I shook my head, distracting myself by figuring out L's plan, or at least how I'd do it. We were going to give notebooks to a handful of inmates, telling them each to "kill" someone. The victim would be the same and the person would die. The kicker was, only one inmate was going to have a real notebook. Without telling Light who had the real notebook, we wait 13 days, if no one, or everyone dies the rule is fake, if only the one inmate dies it's real.
"What's going on Ryuzaki?" asked Light slightly appalled. I bit the inside of my lip as L said he was going to test the notebook for himself. Get this, everyone was shocked. The morality of this plan was low, we'd be killing at most 6 people, that Kira probably was going to kill anyways, so at this point I was desperate to save L, even though my light of hope was dwindling.
"That's unthinkable! We've seen it already, the notebook's power is real!" said Aizawa as Matsuda said that we'd have to kill people every 13 days to prevent the user him, or her, from dying themselves. I put my thumb to my lips in thought, this was interesting how all of this was playing out. It was expected protests, but they were missing the big picture. Then again, they never suspected Light in the first place.
Their faith in him was going to get away at some point. If L was right and I do survive, I am going to disappear, taking the notebook with me. There is no chance I will let Light keep that notebook. Still, me disappearing with a notebook of death was going to get suspicious fingers pointed at me, and sadly that was a risk I was willing to take.
"The writer will be a criminal who is due to be executed soon," said L, avoiding their gaze my looking at a screen blankly. "We will make a deal with him; if he's alive when the 13 days are over, he'll be set free." More protests were voiced, mostly about how it's a person's life. I gripped the wet jeans I was still wearing. I was already almost breaking down in tears, this unneeded conflict wasn't helping at all.
I took a deep breath and straightened my back, using L's tactic and looked at the screen in front of me, avoiding everyone's gaze. "I know this sounds cold, but what's one more life lost? If this guy is still alive after the 13 days the case will be closed, only one more step taken from there," I imputed my voice slightly sharpened due to my agitation and to hide my sadness. I cringed as lightning struck the building, the lights going out. I tensed as L was unfazed, of course he was.
I looked at nothing as the backup generators kicked on. The lights were tinged red, and low making it possible to see, but not much better. My eyes squinted closed as blinding light came from the monitors before me. I looked up at the white screens, so much for reading those last three files. "All data deletion." Watari was dead. Three fucking files! My collection was incomplete, I was missing some details, and I couldn't predict if they were going to be important or not. I stood up and slammed my fists onto the desk.
"What's going on?" asked Aizawa stepping go get a better view of what was written on the screens. I slowly shook my head and stood up, why now? Couldn't it have waited? Couldn't have I just finished reading those damn files? That's the least time could've done. The ideal scenario was that it was 14 days from now, so we could go behind everyone's back and go through with the plan anyway. Anything to catch him, I'll do anything to catch Kira.
"I instructed Watari to delete all data if something unexpected happened to him," explained L evenly. Well, death counted as unexpected I had to give him that. I looked around, to see if I could find Rem, thinking she might be, or at the very least know what was responsible. Nothing, I was met with a dark room filled with desperate humans.
"Where's Rem?" I asked after I made a 360 of the area. The rest of Task Force, aside from L and Light looked around. I met eyes with the teenager, watching as a small smile spread across his lips, his eyes telling me that he had won. My head shook slightly on its own, my eyes shadowed as I furrowed my brow in determination.
I turned toward L as he tried to yell out orders to find the Shinigami, getting cut off mid-sentence, his eyes widening. "No!" I yelled so loud my voice cracked. I threw my arm out and tried to catch him, my eyes were squeezed shut. I faintly remember the feeling of tears, not just one or two, but a waterfall pouring down my face as my side and L's back hit the ground.
"C-come on L. D-don't d-do this," I whispered after I had pushed myself up to look at his blank eyes. He remained motionless, no signs of life within his body."Live damn you!" Bowing my head my voice cracked again as I punched his chest in angst. Nothing, it was completely motionless, his heart wasn't beating. My eyes which I had closed to keep the tears in snapped open as I pushed myself up, looking at the body under me. "L…L…L!" I had to do something! I couldn't just sit there and watch him die.
Pushing myself on my knees and started pushing on his chest, my tears falling from my face as I continued to desperately calling for L, his eyes still staring at the ceiling. My attempts to save his life became more frantic as he started to slowly close his eyes. For once they weren't clouded in shadows of lies and distrust, they were clear. Pure innocence, carefree, those are the things I saw in his eyes. If he wasn't dying I'd say he was happy.
"No Don't! D-don't leave me L!" I yelled in a whisper. "D-don't fa-fall asleep on me." I stopped trying to resuscitate him and sat back on my knees, head bowed. I took his hand and bowed my head, more tears falling from my eyes, chin and onto the floor. "D-don't l-leave me alone. I'm t-tired of being alone. J-just wake up alright?" His hand was already slightly cold. His eye lids closed as I softly let out another plea for him to stay with me.
Everything around me melted away. Task Force and their panics weren't heard as Matsuda fell to the floor, covering his head and neck like there was an explosion coming. What emotion I felt melted away as a familiar hallow, cold feeling came over me. I had an overwhelming desire to hug my knees and just sit there, not thinking about anything, not doing anything. I just wanted to sit there, completely numb.
He was free. Free of the shackles of law. Free from the tyranny of Kira. Looking back, I am jealous of L. He didn't have to worry about anything, nothing was out to get him. He wasn't L anymore, he didn't have to keep appearances –granted he really didn't have one to begin with. He was, L Lawliet. Not L the detective, but him and nothing more.
I barely noticed Light smirking, I was too distracted. I did notice the hateful glare he was giving me when I didn't die. Though I wasn't physically dead, the Ebony these guys knew was gone, and she probably wasn't going to come back. Sure I might learn to act more like myself, but I'll have a new quirk to my name. I got over my parent's death with fruit, I wonder what this time will hold.
The brunette took two steps toward me and knelt down, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Ebony, he's dead," he said turning away from me and shook his head slightly. I turned toward him, seeing his shoulders move to look like he was crying silently, but I saw it. He was smirking, no tears left his eyes. Light Yagami was laughing at the death of L. That was the last straw, as if killing L wasn't enough.
"Ty, ublyudok!" I yelled in Russian at I stood up sharply, calling Light a bastard. The bastard in question took his hand from my shoulder and let it fall close to his chest in shock at me. "You have done nothing but cause us pain! You killed him to no good lowlife bastard!" I yelled in a mixture of German and Russian.
Task Force looked at me with faces of confusion, no body aware what I was really saying. It was a good thing too, things only got more colorful from there. "You're a heartless bitch who just keeps falling lower and lower on the fucking morality scale. And for what? To cleanse the fucking world? For worthless shitty power? For your own damn amusement? I swear the next time we meet I will proudly wear the blood of a fucking murder on my hands because you're going down Yagami." I exhaled loudly as I shook my head in disapproval.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't understand a word you said," Light said with a slight chuckle, holding his hands palm out my the sides of his face shrugging. Dammit! I played right into it. I let him know I was mad. Though being emotionally unstable was to be expected. "Why don't you lie down, you're clearly in shock over what happened." He took a step toward me and I let my enraged face melt.
"I thank you for your concern Light, but I'm fine," I started my voice even, exempting his name which I spat with hatred. This caused Light to stop walking toward me, seeing my true feelings toward him through my eyes. "Though as for what I just said, I think this just about sums it up. Get the fuck out of this building Light Yagami. Get the fuck out and don't come back. You're fucking fired, end of fucking story."
The room was completely silent as even Light looked at me with wide eyes. I wasn't sure if this was caused because of my colorful vocabulary, or the fact I went from proper and polite to enraged at the drop of a hat. Nevertheless, the message was received and Light turned and walk off, his father following at his heels.
"I'm sorry for my language, as expected I am a little unstable after what we've just witnessed, and let's be honest I never really liked Light," I said as I bowed my head looking at L's corpse. He was gone and there was nothing I could do. I was now L.
The formally comfortable room was suddenly cold as my head fell to my chest. My hands found themselves into fists as I bit my lip. In my mind, I saw a little girl, shaking her mother's bleeding body, asking in a desperate voice for her to wake up. I felt hollow again, I felt sub-human again. I hated this feeling, incapable of feeling, empathy or my own emotions. I could care less what happened to anything around me. If the world blew up tomorrow, I wouldn't care.
"…Ebony," said Aizawa as he knelt down next to me. Somehow my legs had given out and I was on the floor, my legs in a "W," my face in my hands covered in tears, "we can't just leave you here. Why don't you stay with my family tonight?" Blinking through my tears, I felt my lips part, unsure how to respond to the sincerity of the offer.
"S-sure," I said as I sniffled, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. "Let me just get a few things packed and lock the building up. No one is going to be allowed in here after today. I'll call home when we get to your house, a-are you sure this is alright?" Lifting my head I looked into the afro-man's concerned eyes. I just went off on Light, and yet he was offering me a place to stay. This was unlike him. Seeing how he's a hypnotized puppet, or it seemed like it, he should just let me wallow in my newfound depression.
"I owe you one for keeping me in the loop while I was with the police, come-on. I'll call my wife while you pack." He stood up, one hand in his pocket looking for his phone, the other hand held out for me to take. I grabbed it and stood up. I searched his eyes again, he genuinely cared. This was something I should expect given all that we've been through up until this point, but seeing it was surreal. It wasn't like a comrade in blood, but like a friend. It made me feel bad that I still had my guard up around him.
"Please leave Watari and L, I want to take them with me. Don't worry about how I'm going to do it, just trust me alright?" I looked at L's corpse as I said this, letting my frown deepen. I walked toward the elevator, pausing as I tried to figure out where Rem was during all of this, and why she hadn't came back. Regardless, I went to my room; I had a message I had to give Task Force before I left. There might not be any hope they'll believe me, but I had to try.
The elevator door slowly opened, revealing another door down a short hallway. I counted my slow, even steps as I approached the door and clasped the cold doorknob in my hand. Slowly turning the knob, pushing the door open, and flipped on the lights, about to just go around and throw some clothes in a small bag, but something stopped me. My brow furrowed at the object on the floor.
A black notebook laid just a few steps from the door, surrounded by grey ash. Where did that come from? Looking for Rem, I slowly walked to the book and picked it up, almost dropping it when I saw the familiar scratch written on the cover. Death Note. This thing was a Death Note.
Blinking I opened the first cover and then I dropped it numbly. It…it was Rem's notebook there was no doubt in my mind about it. No human on the face of this planet could've done this, no one had the required information. Written on the first page were two full names and one half name.
Quillish Wammy
L Lawliet
The last name was mine, and it wasn't complete. I was saved by six measly letters. Six letters from death, and six letters from not being able to spread the message I needed to. This couldn't be proof, it was Shinigami handwriting, Light didn't kill L, but he was the puppeteer. If anything, not being man enough to do it himself made me loath him even more.
Standing up I kept a tight hold of the book, shit was going to go down. Walking to my desk I picked up a pen and scribbled down a note, planning on giving it to Aizawa who should in turn give it to the rest of Task Force, someone aside from Light should find the message here, they're cops for pete's sake.
Kira was going to fall by my hand, not because I was bored. That time has passed, I was no longer bored, won't be for a while. Any and all emotions are going to have to be relearned once again, I have blocked them out. Kira was going to fall because he deserved it. He is a murderer, mass serial murder that deserved the death sentence in my opinion. I clenched my hands, he got close to finishing off everyone who knew he was who he was. My first name was written in the book, Rem dissolving into dust was the reason I was alive. Pure luck, I was alive by pure luck.
"Don't worry L Lawliet, your loss won't be in vain," I whispered as I continued writing, pausing when I didn't know what to write next to walk around my room and pack, so that if Aizawa came in and I wasn't ready all I had to do was frown and throw something in the bag. This notebook might not change the newfound hole in my heart, but it proved that I was targeted by Kira, and only one suspect knew that I was even on this investigation.
The only problem was, no one knew my real name, and by showing them this information would mean compromising the secret of my true identity. Regardless, I knew of someone who would do whatever he could to help me, and as of this moment I counted on him to help me. He was the new Watari.
"Ebony, are you ready?" Aizawa asked as he knocked and opened my door as I zipped up the duffle bag that I had resting on a chair. My back was toward him as I picked up the notebook with a piece of paper on it, sighing and then unzipping the bag laying the notebook on top, keeping the paper in my hand.
"…Yeah," I said not faking the sulkiness of my voice. "Thank-you again Aizawa, you didn't have to do this." I pulled out a master key to the entire building. No one was going to be able to come in here after I leave. Not for a very long time.
I picked up the bag and swung it over my shoulder, bowing my head once again in defeat and complete loneliness. Aizawa didn't say anything but patiently walked with me to the elevator, not saying a word. The annoying, loud and obnoxious Ebony he had become accustomed to, was dead with the detective and his assistant.
Taking the page in my hand, I folded the edge over to the other side, obscuring most of the message. "Could you give this to Task Force the next time you see them?" I asked when we got in the elevator. I handed it to the afro-haired cop. He took it, and unfolding it, reading it slowly.
Everyone,
You know, this is the most fun I've had in
awhile. Honestly I can't tell you how
glad I am to call everyone of you my friend.
A loss is a loss though. We have to move on.
Might be hard, but we have a job to do right?
Imagine the kids mourning for their parents.
Imagine the face Kira makes when he loses.
So as much as I hate to leave, I must.
Kira is back, the one we hate. So, with what
I've learned over the years and considering L dead,
reason says either Light or I will take his place. Here is
a promise I intend to keep, I will catch Kira.
Love, Ebony Kage.
"Ebony…" he started as the elevator opened. I walked out and put some earbuds in, drowning him out. He didn't see it, not yet. I was only going to talk to him about the message when he saw that message.
I hate this chapter (and the next three) so freaking much! Generally I'm a pretty happy person, Ebony (aside from the past two chapters) is me, so this has been a pain in my butt. Do you know how hard it is to write something depressing after you've had a good day? It's hard.
Before I get to the depressing stuff, this Sunday is Ebony's birthday both her character and the story. I totally didn't plan it that way I swear. Also, the last chapter was the longest chapter in the history of me.
So L's dead. I hate this decision so much. But the writer in me said that it had to be done. Seriously I have stopped talking to myself because of this chapter right here. Well, the side of me that is a Death Note fan stopped talking to the writer side of me. I wanted to save him, but everything was either unrealistic, completely lame, or Ebony dies instead. The writer in me was not about to let Ebony die. So, he stayed cannon and kicked the bucket.
On a happy note –if there could be one –the story from here on out is pretty much straight from my head. I follow basic cannon, but I then I mess around with it pretty quickly. Chapters might be a little slow because I'll be adding A BUNCH of them to my draft. I'm going through and when I feel like it moves too fast (like it did in the anime just my opinion) I add a chapter or two. Good example would be the BB chapters, went from 1 to 3.
I think that's it other than I'm still writing chapter 26, so I'll let that set for a while before editing it.
Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting. Here's a tissue. *hold out box* Or…a lot.
To Kashagal and Natures Ruler:
Ebony: Yeah Banana King, surrender to the….her *points*
Matt: Really you couldn't have come up with a better name?
Ebony: No, she ate most of my brain food alright!
Matt: True, but you're still more creative than that.
Ebony: Shuddup! It's almost my birthday, you're supposed to be nice to me!