Title: Che Sarà, Sarà
35. Bestir: To rouse to action.
"So... matches?"
"Check."
"Fake mice?"
"Check."
"Roaches?"
"Check."
"Rabid wolverines?"
"Che-... wait, what?"
"Oh, sorry. That's for next Christmas. Let's see... fireworks?"
"Check, check and double check. Heh, I almost feel bad for these people."
"Honestly?"
Snort.
"Heck no."
Nate stared at the two boys solemnly as Mail and Mihael discussed the objects within their possession, wicked grins enveloping their childish faces. "What is all that for?"
Mihael glared at the semi-naive boy whilst Mail continued to rummage through the bags excitedly. "What do you think they're for, Einstein?"
"You are going to wreck daddy's birthday party." Nate stated bluntly as he curled a lone lock of hair that fell in between his eyes. The blonde haired boy rolled his eyes, a muttered 'kill-joy...' passing right by Nate's ears.
"Why would you do that to daddy?" the silver haired boy asked quietly as he wandered over to Mail and peered into the many bags scattered around him, Mihael's face turning an interesting shade of red in anger.
"Who says we're doing this to daddy?!" Mihael exclaimed, careful not to let his voice carry too much in case L or their Aunt Sayu heard...
That would completely ruin everything!
'But really, we're not doing this to daddy. We're doing this FOR daddy!' Mihael thought triumphantly, his own rationalizing falling short in his mind, but dismissing the lack of common sense almost immediately. His father would understand...
Eventually.
"You sound so offended..." Nate ignored the steam practically pouring out of Mihael's ears, continuing on with his train of thought. "Yet here you are, practically ready to drive our daddy crazy when he has yet to see us since last week. That is the longest time he has been away from us since we have come here, and you know he is so very attached to us. So..."
"That is why I ask why you are doing this to daddy... when really, you could gain so much more satisfaction from doing it to L instead."
"Eh?"
"What do you mean by that, small fry."
Both boys turned their full attentions to the tiny boy, who just so happened to also be an evil genius in a kawaii disguise.
Nate had them hook, line and sinker.
An auspicious grin, reminiscent to L's own creepy smile, covered the lower part of Nate's face as he let go of the lock of hair dangling precariously off his index finger.
"Listen very closely, and I shall tell you of my plan..."
"So how are things going with the kids, Lawliet?" Sayu grinned over at L as she methodically scattered the streamers this way and that, the older man letting the balloons float about the room in a colorful display of... balloon-ness.
"Hmph. Children, indeed..." The 21 year old woman frowned as the bitter comment was muttered out.
"Lawliet? You are trying to get along with the kids better, right?"
The anonymous artist's silence was the only answer she received.
"L! What the hell?!" Sayu slammed down the decoration and stomped over to the pouting 32 year old, snatching the brownie he held between two fingers out of his hand and pushing him onto the couch. "It's been three months, Lawliet! I know it's a lot to take in at once, but you have to grow up eventually! Do you want Raito to have to choose between his lover and his children?"
"What does Sayu-chan mean by that?" L asked rapidly, his eyes even wider than usual. "Raito-kun would not have to ever make that kind of choice!"
"Well, what do you think is going to happen if you keep treating these kids like crap, L?"
"I do no-"
"Lawliet."
The dark eyed man pouted once again as he brought his gaze down to gaze at the floor. "I do not mean to. Honestly, I do not. At times, it just becomes... frustrating to have to deal with such beings. And they always seem to consume Raito-kun's attention. I can not remember the last time we even had time to ourselves..."
"I know, 'nii-chan." L awkwardly smiled at the endearment, knowing Sayu meant it when she called him so. "I know that you're not accostumed to being around kids, but you have to think, L. Raito wants to raise a family with you."
Sayu's hands cupped the other's face, bringing his eyes up to meet her own. "You know he loves you... this is just another way of him trying to prove that fact to you."
"I... had not thought of it that way." Sayu grinned once again, letting her hands fall from L's cheeks as the revelation finally began to sink in...
'Yeah, four months later...' The brunette thought sarcastically to herself as L recomposed himself and stood up off the couch, ready to face the three demonic beings that had managed to worm their way into his apartment-
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
"WHAT THE HELL!" Sayu yelled over the noise, explosions converging in the floor above them.
"WHAT?!" L shouted above the commotion.
"I SAID; WHAT THE HELL?!"
"I CAN NOT HEAR YOU, SAYU-CHAN!"
"I SAID-OH, FUCK IT! I THINK ONE OF US NEEDS TO GO UP-"
BOOM!
"-stairs."
The floor shook slightly in the wake of aftershocks as both adults blinked out of their daze, L being the first of the two to come to...
L sighed despondently, a bored look then overcoming his face. "Those boys..."
"Shit... and I thought I was bad to Raito..."
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"OPEN UP IN THERE!" A young, shrilly female voice came from behind the door, reminding both Sayu and L of the reason they were both there.
"I'M COMING, DAMN IT!"
Sayu then turned to L, a resolute expression set on her visage. "Ok, I'll greet the people and thwart off anyone that thinks a bomb went off in the apartment... which it probably did, but who cares. You go upstairs and check on the kids, papa bear."
"Whatever." L drawled out, his enthusiasm pouring out in buckets. The door squeaked open as L made up the stairs and entered the hallway of no return-
"KYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SAYU-CHAN! IS RAI-CHAN HERE YET?! I HEAR THE KIDS GOING PSYCHO ALREADY!"
But when it was between three crazy children and Misa... those kids won on any given day of the week.
And that was just sad.
L's eyes widened as the walls around the kids room were charred a coal black, all three of the doors wide open to the assault. A gastric smell of feces permeating the stale air around the upper level of the apartment as L peeked into the rooms, all of the room's walls also covered in the same sooty darkness as the hallway. The man's reasoning steadily poured out of his head as L stood paralyzed where he stood... not knowing what to do.
"Children?"
They weren't anywhere to be seen...
"Please, this is not funny..."
And he didn't know what to do.
Continued in the Next Installment...
Sneak Peak (at the word, anyway):
Riddle: A puzzling question to be solved or answered by guessing.
O.O; Uh... this didn't come out how I wanted it to... Wow, what is wrong with me lately? Lol! Hopefully it wasn't too bad though. Thanks for reading!