Death: Today I will have Matt do the disclaimer.
Matt: Sure. Why not. *Plays video game*
Death: *Watches in horror as Matt kills zombies in game*
Matt: What?
Death: That's so creepy! *Shudders*
Matt: Here play it for a bit. *Hands her the control*
Death: DIE ZOMBIES! *Shoots horde of zombies*
Matt: Psh, I knew she would love it. Anyway Deathcomessoon does not own Death Note. If she did I, Mello, and L would have lived. Also innocent little Sayu Yagami would not have gone crazy, and would have been treated differently when she was kidnapped. And Light would have fell down a flight of stairs the second he found the Death Note, or he would have stayed innocent. A lot of the plot would be different and would make fangirls extremely happy.
Death: Yeah sure, whatever. *Stares at TV mesmerized*
Matt: I think you may be getting a little addicted. *Tries to take controller*
Death: No I'm not I could stop whenever I want. *Dodges him*
Matt: Okay how about now?
Death: I said whenever I want. *Rolls her eyes*
Matt:...
Search For The Sun
Chapter 8
Day 17
Dakota was laying on her bed staring up at the white ceiling of her new room.
Moments ago Mello had introduced her to C, who Dakota assumed was his girlfriend.
He had hovered over C protectively, as though he was making sure no harm would come to her.
They seemed like an odd couple, the exact opposite of the other.
"Opposites attract deary," Her Mother once said.
"What about people who aren't opposites?" Dakota had asked.
"Ah, that makes the love all the stronger," She would answer in her cheery voice, but there was always a sad under tone to it, as though it pained her to say.
C wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she had been pretty in her own way.
Her shoulder length black hair was as straight as a ruler, and her emerald eyes showed that she was afraid of basically everyone.
She had a naturally slender figure, and stuttered constantly, unless she was making an observation.
She looked quite a bit like she was a puppy about to be scolded, but she knew exactly what Dakota was thinking.
She knew that Dakota was still in pain about the death of her mother.
Dakota wasn't sure if she was going to survive here with the other children picking apart her facade so easily.
They were all so intelligent, noticing her every little quirk.
She knew that any secret she had would be nearly impossible to keep. Nearly being the key word.
She was intelligent herself and could distract people from noticing certain things.
She let out a long sigh, before sitting up on her bed.
She pulled her iPod from her nightstand and put in her headphones.
A great dancing song came on and she started to dance.
She had a thing about dancing, she loved it, but she only danced in private because frankly she really, really sucked.
She could dance about as well as a three legged horse could walk.
She bobbed her head to the beat.
She shook her hips in a slightly comical manner.
She was so into it she didn't notice her silent audience of one until he spoke.
"Excuse me?" She whipped around to see a boy standing in the doorway, watching her with a smirk on his face.
"You should knock before entering a room, especially a lady's room," She stated her face beat red with embarrassment.
Apparently hoping for some privacy in this place wouldn't happen.
She would have to buy a lock for her door.
"And miss your amazing dancing?" He questioned with sarcasm in his voice, "I'll pass."
"Who are you anyway?" She asked sitting on her bed, her legs crossed.
She noticed his slumped over posture as he walked across her room and sat in her desk chair.
He sat on the heels of his feet and pulled his legs to his chest.
His messy black hair looked as though it hadn't been brushed in weeks and hung partially in his eyes.
His dark eyes were the color of ashes after a intense fire.
It was a lonely color that would normally ward others off.
Dakota found them mesmerizing.
They gave her a feeling that was in between awe and wonder.
"You may call me L," He informed her, biting on his thumb. "Now tell me, what happened to your door?"
He was referring to the fact she had painted it black after Mello had defaced it.
His gaze was cutting, as though he already knew but wanted her to tell him.
She felt the need to explain everything, but didn't know whether or not Mello would get punished for it.
"It bored me," She lied smoothly, picking at imaginary dirt under her nails, "So, you are this L everyone keeps talking about. I can see why, you are certainly different."
"Yes, I am," He walked over to her nightstand and pulled out a book.
He recognized it as the first book he wrote.
He also noticed that she had dogeared every page, and had read it so often it's spine was wearing down.
Dakota snatched it out of his hands and held it to her chest, like it was something extremely important to her.
She used her foot to shut the drawer he was looking through.
She didn't want him to see the picture of her Mother.
"Can you not go through my stuff?" She snapped, bringing her knees to her chest.
"Do you read lots of detective books?" He asked motioning toward the book that she held to herself almost protectively.
"Not really, just this one," She laid back and stared up at the ceiling.
"Why just that one?" He inquired, watching as she turned her body his direction.
"I like it. He takes extremely hard cases that take months for regular people to solve, and catches the killer in mere days. He makes them seem easy," She said, not noticing the proud smirk growing on his face.
"What if I was to say that L is me?" He questioned, letting out a low chuckle at her surprised expression.
"Are you him?" Dakota's jade colored eyes grew wide with an almost childlike curiosity.
"Yes, I am also the first and second greatest detectives Eraldo Coil and Deneuve," He answered, pulling a piece of candy from his pocket and eating it.
A small smile broke across her face.
Though she looked like she had been trying to detain it.
"I always pictured him as a old man living alone in an apartment, there was no way I would have thought he would be a teenage boy," She sat on the desk next to him. "Not that it makes a difference."
"An old man?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.
"Well, maybe not an old man, but certainly not someone my age," She opened her first drawer and pulled out two green jolly ranchers.
She offered him one, which he excepted, before eating her own.
"Why aren't you asleep?" L questioned looking at the clock sitting on her nightstand, which read 3 am.
"I don't sleep much," She looked down, a curtain of her golden locks covering her eyes.
"Hn," He put the tip of his thump in his mouth.
He had wanted to judge her reaction, but with her eyes hidden it was nearly impossible to tell what she was thinking.
The rest of her features didn't change much.
Only her lips which frowned slightly, and someone could only tell if they were searching for a change.
She pulled her legs to the top of her desk and crossed them.
She leaned back against the wall, her eyes still hidden.
"Can I draw you?" She asked looking up once her eyes were blank again.
"You may, but I must ask that you keep it to yourself," He leaned back watching as she searched through her drawers for her sketch pad.
Her brow furrowed when she couldn't find it.
"It's still in my pack," She announced to herself, walking over to where her black bag sat.
As she dug through it a pair of lacy black panties fell out of her bag, it went unnoticed by Dakota.
She pulled out a large sketch pad, and moved to sit back down.
"I believe you dropped a pair of your undergarments," He pointed toward the panties on the wood floor.
She quickly hid them in her pack, her cheeks a bright crimson.
She had noticed that he wasn't perverted like many of the teenage boys she had come across, even Dylan had said something and he had been her friend.
"Sit still," She told him, pushing his chair so she could sit on the edge of her bed while she worked.
She ran the tip of the pencil over the blank page, outlining the area where she would draw him.
He nodded and began to observe her.
She would look up every couple minutes, sometimes bite the end of her pencil and erase a line.
She seemed to have a little trouble with his eyes, maybe making them emotionless?
"Do you plan on being an artist when you are older?" He tried to stay as still as possible when saying this.
"Probably not," She looked up at him, then back down at the forming image, "I love art, but I would hate for it to be a job instead of a hobby."
This didn't make much sense to him, but he bit his tongue.
He probably wouldn't understand it even if she explained it to him.
She seemed different, emotionally, than most.
Stunted maybe?
Either way her face showed a flash of pain when she had told him it.
So it must have had something to do with her past.
It had been around 15 minutes when she added the final details of her drawing.
She wrote an old English font L at the top.
She wasn't sure she wanted to show him her drawing, but it would only be fair right?
He had let her draw him and in return she should at the very least show him the drawing.
"Done," She stated turning it towards him and allowing him to look it over.
L was shocked to see how well she had done.
Though only in black and white it looked like a mirror image.
She had drawn him with his thumb to his mouth, and a childlike smile adorning his face.
In his hand was the jolly rancher wrapper that he had his fist balled around.
His hair was as messy as usual, with several strands sticking in the air.
His gray eyes were full of curiosity, unlike the blank look that normally resided in them.
He reached up to pat the stray strands on his own hair down, by a hand grasped his wrist.
He looked to see Dakota smiling shyly at him.
"I like it better messy," She told him, releasing his wrist. "So what do you think of my drawing?"
He wanted to say, 'It's marvelous. If I went to a professional they wouldn't have been able to draw it as amazing as you did. You drew every little detail perfectly, and being an artist is a path you should take. You could make millions from it.' but he couldn't just say it like that.
He was sure, she would think he was being dishonest and he wanted to gain her trust.
"It is quite good," He answered giving her a small smile.
"Thank you," She smiled cutely. "Do you wish to keep it?"
She didn't want him to take it, but he might think she was a stalker if she didn't at least offer.
She really liked how she drew it, and wished to keep it.
Purely because it was great, or at least that's what she told herself.
You really want it because you think he's cute. A voice inside her whispered.
"You may keep it. I'm not quite sure what I would do with it," He admitted, "And someone might think I was vain if I carried a picture of myself around."
She chuckled, tucking the sketch pad into her drawer.
"Miss Hudson?" A voice gruffly called from outside her room.
"Yes?" She said opening her door.
Dakota was surprised someone was using her last name.
Mr. Roger had told her not to tell anyone.
An older lady with graying hair was standing there, with a scowl on her aged face.
She looked around Dakota at L, her face growing more angered.
"What is a boy doing in your room, and why aren't you both asleep?" The lady growled, causing Dakota to take a step back.
"We were talking, and I don't sleep very often," Dakota answered, looking at the older woman confused as to why she was so angry.
"At four in the morning? If I was anyone else I might suspect you two were doing something inappropriate," The older woman was practically yelling at her now.
"Mrs. Evans, I assure you we were not doing anything of the sort. And if you do not wish to wake up everyone down this hall, you would be quiet," He sounded as though he was scolding her.
"Young man, what is your name? I will report you to Roger!" She snapped, pointing a bony finger in his face.
"I am L," He replied, his dark eyes watching her face.
Th older woman seemed shocked and took a few steps back, "Forgive me Master L. I did not know it was you."
"It is all right, and Watari knows I am here with Miss Hudson," L informed her standing from his chair. "Miss Hudson I must take my leave. Even I need a little sleep."
"Okay. Good night," She said, sitting back down on her bed.
He gave her a awkward wave before exiting her room.
"Miss Hudson, I will let you know that having a young man in your room at this time of night is something I will not tolerate. You are lucky it was Master L, or you both would have been severely punished," She scolded, storming out of the room.
Dakota laid back in her bed, staring up at her white ceiling.
She had just met the L, and not only that.
She had been accused of doing something inappropriate with him.
He didn't look like the kind of guy that would disrespect her like that.
He seemed like someone who would wait for marriage. Not just sleep with the first girl he meets.
She had to admit he was a real gentlemen, he didn't make one move towards her in a sexual manner.
Even though they were alone, in her room, at night.